Unfamous ||Kim Jongin (Kai)

Kim Jongin, known as Kai of EXO is infamous for being snobby and being rude to fans and even to his band members. Well, it all stops when he wakes up in an unknown room with a girl watching him. -"Kim Jongin, how are you feeling?" -"Mwo? Who are you? Why are you doing this?" -"I'm doing this for your sake, and you get to taste what it feels like to be unknown." -"What? What are you talking about? Tch, whatever, within 24 hours the whole world will be searching for me." -"Wouldn't count on that," Wattpad account: PandesalSehun


6. VI|| Possession

Jongin and Minah were eating kimchi at the living room while watching EXO perform on Inkigayo

-"I noticed that Tao took over your lines." Minah spoke up.

-"It sounds weird, him singing my lines."

-"Do you miss them? Your friends and family?"

-"Of course I do. I regret everything I've done to them. Thinking about them and knowing that they don't who I am, it breaks my heart. That's why I want my life back and I'll for sure change for the better."

Minah nodded in agreement. 

-"What about you? Do you miss your friends and family?"

Minah stayed silent. Should she tell him?

-"Yes, a lot."

-"Where are they?"

-"Somewhere far away."

Jongin stayed silent, thinking her parents might be dead. Minah pulled out her phone and went through various social media. Her finger stopped onto a tweet with a video that looked familiar. She read the tweet out loud.

-"Guy nails Call Me Baby choreography in food court." 

Jongin stared at her in confusion. He scooted next to her and looked over her shoulder. She pressed the play button on the video and turned up the volume.

The video was just Jongin dancing to Call me Baby, but what stood out is the amount of retweets and comments it had. 

Minah quickly shut her phone off not wanting to see the comments on how Jongin looked like, how he danced. She felt a feeling, that she had never felt before, thinking about the people who praised Jongin. 

She wanted him all to herself..

Now when nobody knew about him, she knew she wasn't lonely anymore. But she made the mistake in agreeing with his plans to dance to get money. 

I'm an idiot. She thought to herself.


At night, Minah laid wide awake in her bed. She kept trying to predict events that would happen if they went to the concert. Surely, he would attract attention. She didn't like the idea of having someone else take Jongin's attention away from her. 

He needs me...

That's right, he does need me in order to get back. 

We can't go to the concert, he'll try to talk to his friends.

How am I supposed to stall him?

She tossed and turned in her bed. She couldn't get rid of the thoughts in her head. He was the only one who would be able to keep her company. 

The next morning, Minah woke up later than usual. She groaned as she splashed her face with water. She tied her hair up into a messy bun and walked out of her room to prepare breakfast.

As she was walking down the hallway, she could smell something burning! She quickly sped to the kitchen, and saw Jongin struggling to put out the fire. Minah marched up to Jongin and pushed him aside and grabbed the kitchen mitten. She hissed at the burning pan and dropped it into the sink. Turning on the faucet, she sighed while turning around to glare at Jongin. He looked at her sheepishly. 

-"Mianhe. It's just you weren't up when I was so I decided to try cooking."

-"What were you even trying to cook?" Minah gave a disgusted look at the ruined pan.

-"Uhh, scrambled eggs?" 

-"Don't cook anymore."

-"Ehh? I just got distracted, I was doing fine."

-"Pabo, you should never get distracted while cooking."

-"Okay, okay, I get it."

Her mouth twitched thinking about Jongin's attempt at cooking. Suddenly, she bursted out laughing. Jongin looked at her, surprised.

-"Are you okay?"

-"Y-You can't even c-cook the most basic food!" She laughed.

-"Aish, I get it okay. Stop laughing." Jongin groaned.


Before they knew it, the concert was tomorrow.

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