Everything I Do

Very rarely did anyone or anything pull you out of your comfort zone.

You worked as a streamer on the purple platform, boasting more-than-decent metrics and a handsome monthly income. money that, while perhaps not enough to fund a lavish lifestyle, was certainly more than enough to live well and comfortably.

Suffice it to say, it was your dream job. Though, you never actually thought it would happen. Making money just by playing video games and goofing around? It sounded like pure fantasy. Yet, it was a reality, one for which you felt incredibly fortunate.

But, as with any job, there’s always a downside; yours was that, if you wanted to maintain your numbers and your audience, you had to be the very embodiment of consistency, putting in six-to-seven-hour shifts talking to a damn camera. It didn't happen often, but there were times when the mental exhaustion became utterly overwhelming. On those days, it took a truly titanic effort on your part just to get through it.

Exhausting. That was the word that defined your job. Days off simply didn't exist for you.

Of course, every now and then, there were exceptions. This one, in particular, sat right at the very top of your priority list.

You hated to admit it, but if Seol Yoonah ever decided to jump off a bridge, you’d be right there to leap after her and catch her mid-air—like Superman. You’d move heaven and earth for that girl; and if you ever had the chance to place her inside a small glass display case, just to ensure that no one else could ever hurt her, in any way, shape, or form, you’d do it without hesitation.

That girl made you happy in every conceivable way, always finding a way to brighten even your darkest days, whether through her words, her actions, or simply her mere presence. To you, she was pure peace.

Every time you thought of her, you were reminded of just how lucky you were. Her face was small and delicate, with features that looked as if they had been sculpted by the most renowned of Hellenic masters. Her face wasn't the only perfect thing about her; her body was just as flawless, so much so that she could have easily become a Victoria's Secret model.

That, however, was where the big problem lay. She wasn't a model; she was an idol. An idol who, incidentally, belonged to a newly debuted group under one of the country's "Big Three" entertainment agencies. That had never posed a problem for the two of you, though; after all, you were an understanding guy, and she was more faithful than anyone else.

That said, the relationship between the two of you was... somewhat peculiar. You were certain she was your girlfriend—yes, you had asked her out several months ago—but even so... things were quite different from a normal relationship.

You were driving when your phone screen lit up with two message notifications. Sully. There was no way in hell you were going to risk a traffic fine, given Korea's strict traffic laws, so you waited until you hit a red light to reply.

Sully

Online

Sully

Daaaaaaaaadddyyy!

You'll come to see me? Please? 🥺

You

I'm on my way, sweetie.

YAAAAY!

Sully—along with her group—was on the second day of filming for the ISACs: a sporting event where idols competed in various categories, akin to a sort of "lite" Olympics focused purely on mass entertainment. She was set to compete in the dance sports category. She had been talking to you about it for weeks, a mix of nerves and excitement.

Blood, sweat, and tears. That was just how hard she had worked all this time. You weren't about to miss this day. It meant far too much to her.

As for your relationship... well, one could say that Sully had suffered from a severe case of "daddy issues" since day one. That didn't mean she started calling you daddy right away, of course, but it was the direct explanation for her behavior toward you.

Naturally, she was smart: she didn't call you daddy in front of just anyone. Her staff and manager, for instance, were strictly off-limits. But her fellow group members heard her call you that every single second.

The traffic light turned from red to green, and, on autopilot, you put your phone away to drive toward the Goyang Gymnasium.

You arrived within minutes, overwhelmed by the sheer number of cars parked outside the venue; you had to circle the block several times, waiting for someone to vacate a spot so you could claim it. When you finally managed to park, you turned off the engine, gathered your belongings, and headed straight for the entrance.

Getting inside proved surprisingly easy. You had thought you’d need a miracle just to gain access, but apparently, your name was listed as part of the JYP staff, which could only have been your girlfriend’s doing. However, the atmosphere shifted completely the moment you began walking the gymnasium’s corridors; in the background, the screams of fans could be heard as the competitions unfolded, mingling with the voices of the commentators, whose words you couldn't quite make out due to the distance.

You pulled out your phone to send a message to Sully.

Sully

Online

You

Where u at

Sully

NMIXX’s dressing room, just ask for directions

What if someone suspects?

That’s not happening, if you’re inside it’s because you’re staff of some kind

Now come here, I really want to see u 🥺

And so you did. You walked a little more, until you met the first person you saw to ask for the dressing room. He hesitated for a moment, but in the end he told you exactly where to go. After thanking him, you started to walk again, turning a few corridors in which you found yourself with a very pleasant surprise.

"Oh, hi, Oppa! What are you doing around here?"

Jinni, dressed in her uniform, with some snacks in one hand and a water bottle in the other, looked beautiful with her pink hair, but her dark hair was definitely something else entirely. She practically pounced on you with a smile on her face, giving you a brief hug that you returned.

"Hey, Pinky," you greeted with a small smile, letting her go. "I came to see Yoonah."

"Really? Well, follow me; I'm heading that way too," she said, giving a nod. "I lost at rock-paper-scissors and had to go out to buy some food."

Letting out a brief sigh, Jinni turned around and started walking. You followed closely behind her until you reached the door to the dressing room.

"I'll tell her to come out. Wait here."

She stood on her tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on your cheek before heading inside. You hadn't expected that. Or, well, maybe you had, in a way.

You only had to wait a few seconds until she stepped out. And, good God, you were left speechless by how beautiful she looked.

Sully wore her hair pulled back in a braid that flowed into her loose locks, with a couple of small hairpins holding back the hair from her forehead, and makeup that lent her a fierceness and elegance you had never seen in her before. The second thing you noticed was that she was wearing one of your T-shirts—though you didn't even know how she’d managed to get her hands on it—but that didn't matter.