wanna one imagines

k i m j a e w h a n

b u s k i n g

y/n's pov

it was a friday night, and people were watching me sing, my voice filling the room.

"yah, she's so good!"

"she should be an idol with a voice like that."

i hear the comments from around the cafe. i smile.

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"thank you for having me tonight.", i bow to the audience as they clap. i pick up the hat i put down on the stage and see money. not enough money. i sigh.

"y/n, you've been working hard. here's a bonus.", my manager hands me an envelope. i look up at her.

"t-thank you so much!", i bow at her.

"thank you for coming. people have been coming in more because of your voice.", she smiles.

"ah, kamsamnida.", i smile back. "i'll see you next week."

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a week later

i was walking towards the cafe, my guitar slung across my back.

i entered the cafe, and heard a beautiful voice echoing from the walls. i heard gasps from people.

i looked up to the stage and saw a man gracefully hitting the right notes and the right chords to the song. i, too, was amazed and my mouth hung open.

who is he?

i went to find my manager. i saw her jamming to the song.

"mrs. hwang? w-who's that?", i point to the man on the stage.

"that's kim jaewhan. he volunteered to sing for us tonight."

"ahhh.", i nodded. i saw jaewhan come
down from the stage. he looked straight at me and walked towards me.

"oh, you must be y/n. your voice is amazing.", he compliments.

"oh, y-you, too.", i reply.

"i'm a huge fan.", he grins.

"oh, t-thank you.", i bow slightly.

"i'll see you around.", he waves goodbye, slinging his guitar on his back and heads out the cafe.

i have competition.

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