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(Okay, so sometimes in some chapters I'll show the translations and sometimes not, so just pretend they're talking in different language)

Roshni had been Anvi's best friend since childhood, their bond built on years of shared secrets, laughter, and an unshakable love for music. While their interests had evolved over time, one thing remained constant—their mutual obsession with K-pop, especially Enhypen and NCT.

From their earliest days of discovering the groups to late-night fangirling sessions, they had grown into the kind of fans who streamed performances together, analyzed every comeback detail, and defended their idols with unwavering devotion. Their conversations were filled with inside jokes about their biases, debates over the best eras, and wild dreams of meeting them one day.

To anyone else, it might have seemed excessive, but to them, it was more than just being fans. It was a part of their friendship—an unspoken language of excitement, support, and shared dreams that only they truly understood.

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As always, the initial wave of excitement settled of meeting each other, Roshni and I linked arms and strolled towards the main building, seamlessly falling into step like we always did. Our conversation naturally drifted to them.

"I swear, Roshniiiii," I sighed dramatically, hugging my laptop to my chest. "Sweet Venom should be illegal. Did you see the way Sunoo smirked during his part? I swear my soul left my body."

Roshni groaned. "And Heeseung? Don't even get me started. That cowboy hat? That stare? That man was born to ruin lives. But I'm falling for Niki everyday."

We clutched each other's arms, fake-swooning like two lovesick fools.

"I don't understand," I whined, sitting in our seats together. "Why do they do this to us? We're just two innocent girls trying to live our lives, and then—bam!—Enhypen decides to destroy us first thing in the morning."

"Innocent sure!" Roshni chuckled to herself as she clicked on a new tab on her laptop screen to open a certain familiar website.

Tumblr.

The word 'innocent' would be ashamed of its own innocence.

My eyes widened as I looked around then to her, who has her brow raised to show me a particular post from an account. My account, and the post which had the top five comments from her account.

Even though, people on those sites didn't know about our actual friendship but were surely known as the fanfiction writer besties.

I defended myself at the post, "that's what I can't explain it to you."

The post was about their recent still monster performance with small cuts on their faces and I had captioned the collages of the pics with 'I can lick their wound until they heal.'

Roshni rolled her eyes, "I never allowed you to lick my husbands' wounds. I am still here for them."

"They are mine too...but look at them. Bro, they are looking extra handsome in this come back." I said with a dramatic expression while staring at my own laptop screen.

We had submitted our assignments just earlier and then when we had to go through the overview of the project details from last year of our computer science engineering course, here we were in our own world.

Roshni nodded solemnly. "It's a personal attack at this point. They know what they're doing."

We sighed dramatically in sync before breaking into laughter.