OTP: Wheesun and kinda wheebyul because I misread the hwabyul and realized things too late

Prompt: Wheesun and hwabyul plssss bc most of them are angsty and i want a happy one 🤣

A/N: Is the title ringing a bell? If it isn’t that’s okay, I haven’t watched the Greatest Showman either. And here I am writing about it. It’s fine, I know enough to say that the show was great. I mean, if it wasn’t then that’s just clickbait… 

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A King of Conventional, er, A queen—

Well, who gives a ?

Conventional or not, Wheein’s fine. She’s in no need of seeing other sides to the endless horizon. She’s fine and comfortably seated in her throne of…

Of what, really?

Doing what is exactly expected of her. Blending in the crowd. Fitting into conventional molds of the world.

Well, isn’t that just a special kind of hell?

Just good to go, content in the uptown part she gets to play, living amongst pretentious rich folks.

“Right here, right now.” Byulyi sets down her glass of whiskey, hitting the hardwood table twice. The thud reverberated and got Wheein out of her head. “I’ll put an offer out.” 

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Byulyi’s a smart charmer. She knows how to get anyone to join in her fun. Does that make her a persuasive person?

No. Not really.

Or rather, not yet.

“I don’t want to chase you down, but I know you see it.” Byulyi continues, the young prodigy living under the limelight remains silent, staring at her own rocks in whiskey. “Don’t you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play?”

Finally drinking her glass, Wheein slams down the glass on the table, it echoes as the glass slides along the wood. “Thanks, but I’m good to go.” Getting up and fixing her collar and cuffs, Wheein prepares to walk out.

“I got what you need.” Wheein turns, seeing the running show man realign her tie. Smiling when she got Wheein’s attention. “Come with me,” Byulyi offers a hand out. A charming smirk as she continues, “Take the ride, you’ll see the other side.”

Wheein looks at the generous woman’s hand. Scoffs as she passes by her, back towards their seats— ignoring her offered hand. “Okay, my friend, you want to cut me in?” Getting back on the stool, signaling the bartender for another glass– or two, as she raised two digits. “I hate to tell you but it just,” Byulyi goes back, having been offered another round. “Won’t. Happen.”

Hearing the whiskey glass slide towards them, Byulyi catches both. “Stay in the cage or finally take the key.” Offering her the glass, Byulyi had an all too knowing smirk. Raising her brows when Wheein hesitates, Byulyi continues, “You’ll be free to fly.”

Getting the glass and returning the smile, Wheein sets it back down on the table, not quite drinking it. 

“I quite enjoy the life you say I’m trapped in.” Smiling at her own glass, Wheein chuckles as she continues— revealing a dimple. “Living among the swells, I don’t pick-up peanut shells.”

Dunking the alcohol into her system, she finally turns to look at Byulyi. Wearing a condescending smile. “I’ll have to leave that up to you.”

“Okay king of conventional.” Byulyi takes up the challenge. Tapping her glass, signaling the bartender another round. “If it’s a little crazy, then live a little crazy.” Byulyi catches the two sliding glasses with ease once more. Offering Wheein another. “Risk it all and see.” Returning a condescending smile.

Chuckling as she takes the glass, setting it to the side, not drinking it just yet. “Ain’t in a cage, I don’t need your key.” Wheein realigns her shoulders. “And I got what I need, I don’t wanna take the ride— the risk— I don’t need to see the other side.” Wheein remains facing the showman, scrutinizing her. “But if I were mixed up with you,”

“Is that how you like to spend your days?”

“I’d be the talk of the town.”

“All Whiskey and misery, parties and plays?”

“I don’t want to be another one of the clowns.”

“But don’t you want to live a little, finally laugh a little?” Byulyi finishes her own glass. She continues when the rich and trapped bird remains silent, letting the rocks of her whiskey circle her glass. “Let me give you the freedom to dream, take your—”

In a deep sigh, Wheein lets the whiskey burn one last time. Getting up, putting the glass down and her hands in her pockets— head low as she whispers. “I’ll be disgraced, disowned.”

Byulyi follows, walking by her side as they both leave the establishment. “You’ll be different, finally on your own.”

Now the final weed of doubt is plucked, having Wheein finally look at her with eyes glistening— hopeful. Byulyi leaves it up to her, nudging her a little once more.

And the showman puts her hand on Wheein’s shoulder. “Isn’t that a deal that seems worth taking?”

Finally— finally laughing genuinely, smiling with a deep dimple. 

“What percentage of the show would I be taking?”

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The days were a lot brighter, faster— thrilling, novel, and Wheein really thought she wasn’t trapped, that she was free and happy in her past life. But in absolute irony, she’s never been.

So now Wheein is free. She gets to fly. And as she does, she meets a certain star, warm, vibrant, all too distracting but trapped— unhappy in her present life. She’s trapped— in a predestined fate.

A shark forced to keep swiming— because if she ever stops, sh