Chaeyoung's Boy

The dark hall was grand, as if it knew of the upcoming battle.

"Swan?" The man in the center of the hall asked as a second appeared next to him, landing softly.

"Yep," He confirmed with a plop. "They're here."

"Who's they?"

"Everyone. Jennie's— fucking coward. Lisa's. Even Jungkook's champion is here."

"I'm getting old," The first man said, eyes glowing neon magenta as he manifested a sickle and chain, spray painted with flashes of vibrant artistry. "But they're gonna need a lot more than that."

A little more graceful, a little more collected, the second man emerged a spear, long golden handle and shining silver tip in that same glowing magenta light. "There's more. Irene's boy is here too." His voice wavered.

"Irene's boy? I thought— I liked him."

"Well, when you're on top," he concluded, fear in his voice gone. Or hidden, at least. The pair looked around in the hall, nearly devoid of light as their eyes flicked to the dark figures waiting in the shadows. "That's not it. Even 4th and 5th gens. Too many to name. They're trying to tip the balance."

The first man rolled his shoulder, loosening it. "You scared?"

"No. We're Twice's boys."

The first man chuckled softly. "The girls, where are they? They performing?"

"Yeah. They'll be fine."

The dark figures surrounding them too briefly flashed with light, some purple, some pink, too many to count.

"The rest are on their way?"

"I think it's too late for that." The pair shared one last aching look at each other. "It was an honour."

The first man nodded, before loosing his chain and sickle.

Later that night, as the lights shined down upon Twice as they sang and danced, somewhere far away from Korea, a pang in Mina and Chaeyoung's heart shook them to their core. Still they smiled. Still, the crowds screamed their names.

In any case, they weren't the only one's who lost champions that night, courtesy of a spear, a chain and a sickle.

"Something happened on that stage, I'm telling you!" You yelled.

"What are you on about?" Your friend asked as you left the arena. "The girls were perfect."

"I never said they weren't perfect. I said that something happened! It was right at the start of BDZ. Mina and Chaeyoung shared a look! I swear!"

Your friend rolled his eyes. "They shared a look? Oh no! What ever could that mean! You mean to tell me two people performing on the same stage shared a look? It must be code red!" he mocked.

"It wasn't like tha—"

"I think this concert is getting to your head. Listen, I know you're the self-proclaimed 'number 1 Chaeyoung stan in the world', but don't you think you're reading into things? Hell, I'm a Chaeyoung stan too."

"Maybe— maybe you're right," you sighed.

"Hey, it was a great concert. I get it. Post concert tacos?" he asked.

You let the memory wash away from your head. That pained look in their faces. First Mina's, then Chaeyoung's. Then a look between them. And you could've sworn the whole group danced just a little more tense after it.

Maybe your friend was right. Maybe you were too deep into this. It was a great show.

"Hey, look at this," your friend said in line for tacos. The crowds had thinned out, most taking the first couple trains out, or otherwise finding restaurants to dine at.

"What is it?" you asked, grabbing his phone.

"Something about Shuhua. She collapsed during a show tonight. Hope she's alright. Anyway, did you see Nayeon? She was so perfect. I think— now don't kill me— I think she's my bias wrecker after this. What about you? Anyone challenge the hold Chaeyoung has on your heart?"

"Never."

Post concert depression was a real thing, you concluded. After highlighting the entire set list for the 6th time over a 4th order of tacos, discussing all the little details you two could remember, you finally decided to call it quits and head home.

Still, you couldn't shake the feeling that something happened during the concert. Now back at home, you analyzed the videos you took, but clearly, you weren't the best photographer (recording while singing your heart out is pretty hard). Hopefully fancams were out from tonight.

You sat at your computer desk, scouring the internet for fancams, so lost in it you didn't even notice the footsteps outside of your room, or the soft creak of your door.

Nice, at least 3 different angles of the BDZ performance. None of Chaeyoung yet, but you had Mina's. And Chaeyoung was in the background of the Jihyo fancam.

Nothing, maybe you were wrong? Maybe it was just your— no there. A slight pang, barely noticeable, as if out of nowhere. Not during a straining dance move or anything, but Chaeyoung's face screwed up in pain, and God it hurt you to see. Like, physically, which was kind of weird.

Bang

The noise rung out with such power your ears popped. You wouldn't have even noticed the windows to your balcony shatter if its glass hadn't scattered onto your floor.

Another bang.

You turned to your balcony, and a man in heavy mercenary gear stood there, poised and ready, dual pistols trained at you.

Not you, you realized, as the bullet whizzed behind you.

It clattered with a blade, so pale it looked like moonlight. It's holder stumbled back as the force ricocheted his swing.

Your first instinct was to run, but as you went to make your escape, the sharp shards of glass dug into your feet.

Still, whatever the hell was happening here, in your room for god knows what reason, you had to get out.

You ignored the sounds of battle behind you, ignored the screaming pain in your feet, and made for your bedroom door.

It flung open before you even reached a hand to it, and another entered. Ice blue clothes with a bow, already strewn. His eyes found yours.

The mercenary slammed into the bow carrier, knocking him down, before turning to you.