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To be a fae in the modern world is to be bored.

Gone are the days of travelers stumbling into rings or the desperate seeking out a wish. Changelings have long been outlawed in the Court—the fae only agreed to it mainly because it didn’t cause the same mischief it used to—so there was no stealing and swapping children anymore. Humans still have their damning curiosity (and audacity) that allows for some trouble but it’s not the same when they always have a camera recording them while they are doing it. Yes, to be fae in the modern world is definitely more boring than times past.

Like many other species, some fae have chosen to live in the human world. It took centuries but humans have gotten used to the concept of “mythical” creatures living amongst them. Contrary to popular belief in humanity’s egocentric view of the world, there was little to be done about other beings living in the human world mainly because it was humans who were living in their world. Granted, the humans tried to establish their dominance, going on “witch hunts” and trying to kill every “mythical” creature they came across, but that never worked. They tried putting policies in place to subject the other as second class citizens. It failed miserably to say the least. So while many species were ready and willing to co-exist—those not wanting to simply just didn’t; who are they to stop the progress of other species especially when the fae themselves are supporting it—humans took a very long time to accept the idea and go along with it peacefully. Eventually it happened though and here they are.

Mermaids as swim instructors, pixius (in human form of course) as merchants, gargoyles as guards, pixies as hairstylists (the conceited little things making their own haircut)

And a fae as a K-pop idol.

Park Seonghwa: singer, rapper, dancer, and a very wonderful fae.

As most fae are, he was very bored in this modern world. He spent many (many) years outside of human cities, spending his days among nature and other creatures. It was peaceful but not very entertaining. Though imps and pixies get the reputation of being mischievous, fae too greatly enjoy mischief, if not a little chaos. But when you’re a fae, your options are both vast and limited. You have the power to mess with anyone or anything you want, but that’s what makes it too easy. Other creatures don’t try to retaliate because they’re all either too scared or too respectful to do so. Humans were the only beings bold enough to try to cheat a fae but unfortunately, they weren’t stumbling around alone in forests as much anymore. So needless to say, Seonghwa was bored out of his mind.

So he went to the human world.

Humans were definitely an interesting addition to his daily life. “Seonghwa” of course wasn’t his real name, as he would never give so many humans power over him, but he thought it was a great nickname for him to go about through the human world. Too many humans walked around as if they were the greatest thing existing despite spending years around so many creatures that could do many bad things to them and it was amusing to him to watch them and interact with them. He rarely if ever told anyone that he wasn’t human, wanting to experience how it felt to be treated without the lens of his species involved. Granted, he’s sure humans would even look down on a fae but he decided he could try that experiment another time. For now, he was enjoying seeing how they go about their lives. He did have to restrain himself from a few of the normal tricks—the amount of people who would accept food without thinking could lead him to create his own colony of humans if he decided to trick them that way; that doesn’t even include all the names he would have been given if he asked in the typical fae way—but it was still very interesting.

Trying out for an entertainment company was a spur of the moment idea when he found himself becoming bored yet again. He’s one of the more modest fae—extremely modest if you ask other creatures—but he knew he was pretty. His face alone could get him in. He wasn’t sure about any performing talents but he tried rapping when he went to school and was decent so he figured he could audition with that. He thought it would be fun to try. If he ever got bored of it, it took a wave of his hand to put another person in his place as if he was never there. So he went and did it.

And he got put in the best possible group for his chaos-loving heart.

ATEEZ was a perfect match for the young fae. Their energy just fit so perfectly with his. He truly was the youngest where he came from so being seen as an elder was different, but it wasn’t too different considering he was older than all humans. He always laughed when fans said he was living his first life because he was centuries old but it was his first time amongst humans for an extended amount of time and it was like he found something new each time. His group members were always so excited to show him something and he loved it. To him it was like small gifts and he loved receiving gifts. Each time they got into something, he greatly enjoyed getting them out of it. Of course he had to pretend that he was exasperated but deep inside he was giddy over how much fun they were. Some things do genuinely confuse him on how they could have possibly done that but he takes it in happy strides.

He did have to get used to working around certain fae rules for their sake. He may like mischief and chaos but he is VERY orderly in living and he is quite possessive of his space so their tendency to create a mess grated on him first and foremost. With the matter of food, he had to find a loophole for himself so they weren't technically accepting food from him. He knows he himself isn’t trying to trick them but he views it as a kindness toward them to be extra careful. As they are humans, they are not careful with their words, leading them to break promises and to lie to him, which really gets under his skin, but he reminds himself that they do not know that they are dealing with a fae. There were obviously more rules but overall he viewed it as a challenge for himself to work around them. Despite it all though he absolutely loved being with them.

He never thought he could love a group of humans so much. They were his even without all of the typical avenues to claim humans. He has truthfully considered stealing them away but he knows that is considered “kidnapping” nowadays and the fae have agreed to play nicely with the humans in that sense. He's decided then that he is happy to have them like this as long as no one tries to take them away from him. And fortunately (more so for the humans really), management would never try to because they know better than to essentially steal from a fae.

Now though the company is well aware of his species thanks to the bloodwork he allowed them to do, his team members are not, as stated before. While he usually likes to keep it a secret for mischief reasons—and that was why he didn’t tell them at first—he doesn’t want them to know yet because he enjoys the way they treat him as a human. Whether humans know a lot or a little about fae, they usually know they’re not a species to mess with so it’s often a different reception. He just likes how they treat him like one of their own, like family, and he doesn’t want that dynamic to change just yet. Thankfully due to equality laws—that benefit both humans and creatures whether humans want to admit it or not—he is not mandated to tell anyone other than his employer of his species and they are not allowed to reveal it without his explicit consent. So as much as his company probably wants to either tell someone or use his species to their advantage, they legally cannot unless he gives them permission to, allowing him to keep his secret longer.

Being in ATEEZ has showed him so many new things about humans. He’s always considered music as nature’s gift but he’ll admit that it is very fascinating what humans have done with it. Some wield it masterfully, like his Hongjoong and Mingi if he can say so himself, while others make the equivalent of a banshee’s call. He truly believes his Jongho could out-sing a muse but he accepts that there are many other talented singers that are not in his group and they do wonderful things with music. Going on that horrid competition show with his group introduced him to many amazing humans—he was only slightly upset that he was not allowed to steal (the 100% “mythical” but he pretended not to know) Felix or the whole group for that matter—and showed him how they each wield the beauty of music. The things they can create, all the storylines and stages they think of, is almost a magic in itself. He loves to see what humans can think of when it’s for the good of creating.

Being there is as eye opening as much as it is fascinating, however. That same show also showed him how there could be blatant favoritism. It showed him how rude, and frankly quite stupid, fans could be for a group of men who haven’t even met them. He’s never liked to see mean comments for any group who is truly and genuinely working hard, and especially not for his group. He guesses it is a little dangerous to have a fae in an idol group because as a species they are possessive and very protective of what is theirs, and he is no different. Between the rude comments, the needless “fandom wars”, the accusations, and the stalkers, he repeatedly fights the urge to start casting curses again. Granted, he may have cursed one or two rude and arrogant hosts in their years but he finds that to be very minor compared to the number of people he wanted to curse. Humans, both in the industry and as fans, can truly be problematic. It annoys him so he knows it weighs heavily on the good humans in the industry. It’s a bit depressing to see how they treat their own but he knew it would be the case after hearing about their folly for centuries. He only wishes it didn’t affect his humans.

But that aside, being in the group truly is the most fun he’s had in ages. He’s allowed to do “silly” things and it can be viewed as good footage for the fans. He can collect to his heart’s content without having to take or barter with people. Any jokes he pulls on his friends are known to be harmless pranks to which they retaliate! Okay maybe he didn’t expect San to put one of his legos in his mouth in retaliation for eating his cake BUT it was still refreshing after he got over the horror of it. Even when they almost burn his kitchen down or somehow get their foot stuck on the top rail of the closet, he greatly enjoyed the whole experience of it. It’s the type of energy he longed for when he was outside of human cities. Even their slower paced moments he greatly enjoys. A cuddle pile during a movie night reminds him so much of nature—wolves huddling, pixies sharing flower petal blankets—that it makes him feel like he is back home. He’s so happy that he decided to become an idol; he doesn’t think he would have found anything else that could keep him so entertained and filled with fondness.

He finds, then, that there is no need to say that he takes great pride in his group and great offense when someone comes for them.

“They’re accusing WHAT?”

Seonghwa looks at his leader in disbelief along with the others at the words that just came out of his mouth. He almost thinks he heard wrong but between fae never hearing wrong and the similar expressions on the other’s faces, he knows that’s exactly what was said.

“They’re claiming that we cheated. We have to meet with a review committee in a half hour to discuss the matter,” Hongjoong sighs.

He was admittedly livid when he was first approached by their manager with the news.

ATEEZ had just won another live audience show where the voting was done in person by both the judges and the audience. They were one of three groups there amongst solo artists and duos and they knew all of the other performers were good at what they do. It wasn’t a live recording which now is good for them considering this situation. When they won, they were both humbly surprised but very excited. They knew Atiny would celebrate with them when the recording was broadcasted. They were planning to do the initial celebration once they left, all of them doing their best to get quickly changed and debrief.

When the manager came to him with an uneasy expression, Hongjoong was expecting something like they had another thing on their schedule that they’re now being informed about. He didn’t think, nor would he have ever thought, it would be about another group claiming they cheated.

“How could we have possibly cheated?! It’s literally a live audience!” Wooyoung shouts.

The whole accusation is preposterous. How could you cheat when the judging is done by a live audience and judges? What, they think they bribed someone or something? First of all, they would have literally had to bribe the majority of the audience for that and no one has that type of time or money. Secondly, that’s such a big insult to their character, they can’t believe someone would even utter that. The group who made the accusation hasn’t even met them before! Why would they say something so malicious?!

“I honestly don’t know. They said it’s something that must be discussed in private. I really don’t know but that group claimed it and it’s being believed enough that we have to go under review,” Hongjoong says tiredly.

The six complain in annoyance, offense, and anger that they have to go through this. They worked hard for this performance—they always work hard—they can’t believe someone is saying that they didn’t deserve that win and the judges actually believe them. They know there are a lot of people who don’t like them or undermine them but this is insane.

But for Seonghwa, it all makes sense right as he said private.

The group doesn’t think they bribed anyone to win. The group thinks they used powers or magic to win.

He swears in his head, running a hand through his hair with a slight pull. If all parties play by the technical rules then he could get away without his species being brought up. There has been times where fully human groups have used outside tools to accomplish things both good and bad such as stage flair or to cheat so it wouldn’t be too far for someone to accuse them of doing the same. Even if it was sensed that he’s not human, all privacy laws when followed properly should allow for him to keep that as a rightful secret while still proving their innocence. He’s sure the second magic is brought up his boys will question how that could even be an accusation toward them but that can be handled afterward. He first has to get through this ridiculous situation.

“I don’t get enough offerings for this good behavior,” he mutters under his breath soft enough where only he can hear it, thinking back yet again how he should really start casting curses again. It truly would lessen a lot of their problems if he did.

“I can’t believe anyone could even claim that. Why would that even be believed?” Yunho says, throwing up his hand.

Yeosang turns to Hongjoong, his annoyance with the situation less seen on his face to an outsider but his own well knowing that he is equally as upset with this as they are. “A private meeting sounds like a set up against us,” he says.

The others nod agreement, none of them putting it past anyone to do such a thing. They like to go into things positively but they know that over the years they’ve acquired quite a number of people who don’t like them just because. Kingdom showed them how bias and favoritism could leave them with the short straw so they know better than to think it can’t happen again.

“They can try but I’m sure it won’t get far. Without proof, it’s a very they said—we said type of situation so even if anyone wanted to pin something on us, there are too many things in place for that to go smoothly. We’re going to correct this, I assure you on that,” Seonghwa responds, giving him a comforting nod. He knows that in cases like these, great proof needs to be brought forth so while anyone can try to frame them for cheating, unless you can out-magic a fae—and you can’t—it won’t get far as long as everything is being done properly.

“I sure hope so. Here I thought we got along with all of the others but apparently not. This is not how I thought this day would go,” Hongjoong says scoffing.

They definitely didn’t think they’d get a cheating allegation on them out of all things. You expect a lot in this industry but this was never something they thought they’d hear.

With annoyed and displeased grumbles in agreement, they all go about now getting ready for this meeting. They don’t even know what’s going to be presented to them—again, very hard to cheat with in person voting—but they just try to find any and everything that can prove they did this themselves. Practice videos of them dancing and singing, team notes sent between them, and whatever else they can find that could possibly be of use. Though they doubt it will, they would like this to go smoothly. Whatever they can have prepared they’ll take.

Eventually, it’s time to head over to where this ridiculous meeting will be, their manager coming with an uneasy expression and gesturing to follow them.

“We’re not allowed in there, both us and their managers, so it’s up to you guys to handle it,” he says, glancing over at Seonghwa in particular.

Seonghwa of course gets the message; it’s definitely an accusation of magic and it’s up to him to make sure that it doesn’t continue. Great, just what he wanted. This is not the type of chaos he enjoys.

“Why are you guys not allowed in there?” Hongjoong asks, suspicion in his words. What kind of review meeting wouldn’t allow any managers there?

“Not our jurisdiction,” he replies. “You’ll understand when you get in there. Just be honest and don’t let them play any tricks. I’m sure this will get cleared. While you guys are doing that, we’re going to find out what can be done about this and make sure none of this gets out.”

The last thing they need is word spreading that this is happening, even if the accusation is false. Rumors would instantly spread from that and no one wants to deal with that.

“We’ll correct the matter. You go ahead and do what you have to do,” Seonghwa says. Between him and Hongjoong, they can hold down a meeting and defend themselves. Especially on a matter about their own integrity.

The manager nods, taking internal comfort at the words. If Seonghwa says it’ll be handled then it will be handled. He just has to hope that this doesn’t escalate in any way. These types of situations are always precarious, even more so when you have non-humans involved.

They reach the room where the meeting will be held. He gives them a good luck, along with another hopeful look toward Seonghwa, before heading off.

The eight are left standing in front of the door, varying displeased looks on all of their faces.

“Let’s get this over with I guess,” Wooyoung mutters under his breath.

They all school their faces into neutral expressions, silently hoping for the best for this situation, before finally opening the door.

Walking into the room, they’re greeted by the sight of three new people sitting behind a desk and a newly familiar group of six sitting to the right in front of the people

“Welcome, thank you for coming,” one of the new people says. She gestures to the eight open seats to the left of the desk. “Have a seat.”

Seonghwa bites back a grimace. Those three are not humans. They gathered a committee to review any use of powers, abilities, or magic for this. He expected one person to be here for that, as humans cannot detect subtle influences, but a committee of three? He clearly hears what isn’t said: “thank you for cooperating”. The accusation is more than well than believed clearly.

The eight politely bow and take a seat, Seonghwa and Hongjoong sitting the closest to the desk as they will be doing the most talking. Seonghwa, sitting the closest to the other group, glances over to one of the members in the front who is poorly hiding a smirk.

He should have known that one would be behind this.

“Now that we’re all here, let’s begin,” one of the male reviewers says. “We are here to discuss and review a potential case of dishonest conduct from ATEEZ that was brought to our attention.”

“We’re certain it’s well aware by now that we are not humans which means any form of mental manipulation or persuasion will not succeed and will be handled accordingly,” the woman says, the other group nodding their heads like innocent angels in response, a clear contrast from the majority of ATEEZ who look slightly alarmed at the revelation.

Seonghwa, though, internally scoffs at the prideful statement. If he wanted to persuade them with his power, he would succeed. They are trying to scare them since they know most here are human and give off the air as if they are the most powerful in the room for those who aren’t human. He’s sure though the only ones sitting slightly stiffer at the revelation are his own who were caught off guard.

Said seven are indeed greatly uneasy at the revelation. They aren’t sure at all why they would have three non-humans here for this. What could they have possibly done that would require that instead of the human judges who were actually at the competition or even just another set of judges? Why this precaution?

They gather themselves quickly though, not wanting to give them any more reason to think they’re guilty.

“That is well understood,” Hongjoong says trying not to lose his nerves. He has a group to defend, he can’t back down. “Are we allowed to hear the explicit accusation against us? We were only given a vague statement.”

The reviewers nod in allowance. They turn to the other group, gesturing to the member in the front to go ahead. “We will allow the eyewitness to explain what was discovered then,” the third reviewer says.

The member straightens up, reminding Seonghwa of a bird fluffing out their feathers in a show. If he was any lesser of a being, he’d roll his eyes at the display.

He truly never enjoyed the haughtiness of sirens.

“I am happy to be forthcoming and say that I am a siren. It is because of this that I am certain that this group used magic to sway the crowd into voting for them. I felt it in the air,” the member says.

Various emotions flash through the seven’s faces at the statement. Shock, disbelief, indignation, confusion, realization. All of it within seconds at the series of words they were not expecting in the slightest.

“Magic?! How did we use magic?!” Wooyoung exclaims before he can even catch himself, unable to believe that someone could even say such a thing.

The other six nod in agreement. It’s as if this situation gets more ridiculous by the minute. Is that why there are three non-humans here instead of regular judges? Why their managers can’t be here? They think this is a case of magic?!

Hongjoong’s mind just barely finds proper words again and he speaks up to add to what was said.

“With all due respect, that’s an insane claim. We have never used magic during any performance for anything, not even for stage creation. Our managers can attest to that. How and why would we have used it now?” He says.

He knows that some groups do use it for a multitude of reasons but they have never in all of their years, even when they were allowed to. He honestly doesn’t even know how they would use it. How could this possibly be something they’re being accused of?

The woman reviewer opens her mouth to respond. She is beaten, however, by that same performative and accusing voice.

“Why don’t you ask him? He would know,” the siren says, nodding at Seonghwa.

Seonghwa slightly startles, raising an eyebrow at being addressed so casually and straightforwardly. He looks over to the reviewers to see if anything is going to be said at the blatant disrespect of cutting one of them off and at the siren toeing too close to revealing something he has no legal right to reveal.

He finds himself only slightly disappointed when they do nothing but look over at him.

It looks like he has to handle it himself.

“I beg your pardon,” he says calmly. “I do believe you are being much too casual for such a formal review and that you are suggesting things you have no right to suggest.”

He sees the reviewers nod slightly as if it only now came to mind what he is saying. It’s disgusting what a biased outlook can do. He hopes now though that they remember to run this by the book and keep this meeting controlled and respecting all laws and regulations.

“He is correct, we will ask you not to interrupt like that again. We are here to formally and respectfully discuss this matter and get to a clear verdict,” she says.

But that siren smiles that smooth smile that holds charm within it even without the song to go along with it.

“I apologize for my outburst. With all due respect, though, I do believe it pertinent to the review that all the facts are clearly stated and the biggest fact that has not been willingly revealed yet despite its crucial relevance is that he is not human.”

Silence falls like a heavy rock.

Seonghwa stares at the siren in genuine disbelief—a rare emotion for the fae—unable to believe what he just heard. Behind him he hears the hitching of breaths and small noises of confusion and he knows that that was actually said aloud in Korean for everyone in this room to understand.

The siren, seeming to thrive in the reactions, smugly continues.

“I can’t tell what species he is because he is hiding that as well but I know it was his energy that I felt around the crowd. I am sure that he used his magic to sway the judging in their favor. Him trying to pretend human only points further to his guilt,” he says matter-of-factly.

Seonghwa slowly turns to the reviewers. He knows they understand what just happened right now and how wrong it is. He knows they understand how this is going against all things set in place. He knows they understand how faulty of logic that is due to the many laws that allow privacy. He knows that surely they understand all of this and that something serious must be done.

But he does not receive what he is looking for.

“We do agree that the lack of forthcoming information is concerning in this matter. We will allow the opportunity for that to be corrected,” the third reviewer says in a generous manner, gesturing toward the disbelieving Seonghwa.

Though in actuality, he doesn’t know if disbelief is a strong enough word to describe what he is feeling. Maybe he has been around humans longer than he’s realized because he genuinely never expected the meeting to go this way. He never expected legalities to be blatantly ignored and disregarded in the favor of being petty and biased. Or maybe it’s just he expects that from humans and forgets that his own kind can be just as bad. Either way this wasn’t how he was expecting it to go.

“Corrected?” He says with a humorless laughing lilt.

He shakes his head, everything settling in his thoughts. This meeting had no chance of following proper rules and procedures. He didn’t have a chance to go about this as the human Seonghwa.

Alright then, they want this to be a matter of The Other, then it will be one.

“The only thing that needs to be corrected is the blatant disregard for privacy laws. As you can clearly see my group was unaware of my origin and I had a right to keep it as such. This matter could have very well been handled without my right to privacy being taken from me and the five of us well know that. I will be following with legal action against both parties for this, let’s make that very clear. But if you want to focus on this baseless accusation first, then very well. I did not use my abilities to ensure my group’s win,” he says.

He decides not to focus even partially on the looks of his friends, giving his whole attention to those in front of him. He knows it’s going to be a long conversation about this, and he is not looking forward to it, but he will handle that later.

Right now he doesn’t want to think about the hints of hurt and doubt in their eyes.

The three reviewers glance at each other at the mention of legal actions. They no doubt think they can find a way around it, especially if he is guilty for cheating, which they obviously believe he is.

“We were unaware that your group did not know, our apologies,” the second reviewer says, though he sounds anything but truly apologetic. “It would be, however, beneficial for us all if you could share what your species is so we can see if the traces we found match your kind.”

Seonghwa scoffs, not caring if it is seen as disrespectful since they want to disregard respect. “You already believe him in saying that he felt my essence on the crowd so to know is not for this case but rather to satisfy your own curiosity and decisions. As of right now, no proof has even been shown that there was anything used. So if you will take his word without proof then you must take mine as well or require proof from us both.”

He can see the slight surprise in their eyes, as if they weren’t expecting in the slightest for him to go against their word. They evidently believe themselves to be the highest ranking in the room—whether that is because of their job positions, age, species, or a combination of all three he is not sure—and expected them to fall in line and accept the claim against them. He doesn’t know if they are so certain to believe the siren because they dislike ATEEZ for some reason or think he must be a lower species than a siren but either way they already have a narrative in mind and wanted it to be followed. It makes him even more upset to think that is the case because that’s so human of them! How can you handle a case about magic and abilities and go about it in a human biased way? It’s completely backwards!

“We have already discovered traces of energy while doing our own search so truthfully it is up to you to explain why that is. Their claim has already received proof,” the woman says, a slight authoritative lilt in her tone as she subtly looks down at him.

“And how are you so certain that the remnants you discovered is not from my overall aura? My own is covered in my essence and yet I hear no accusations about me influencing them,” Seonghwa replies cooly with a raised eyebrow, unfazed at the attempt.

“It very well may be or it may be a possessive nature. We will not be certain until you share your species with us,” the first says. “As for the crowd, we highly doubt that your aura could be so strong to cover an entire audience.”

It makes Seonghwa want to laugh. They truly think low of him. If he wasn’t in perfect control of his everything anyone who has interacted with him would give the aura of having come in contact with a fae. He very well could cover an entire audience if he wanted to. This just shows that they are not presenting any sort of fact of valid reasoning but rather biased ideas.

“As I’ve already stated, you do not need to know my species to discuss this matter. And since I still have yet to be given solid evidence of me “tampering” with the audience, I will repeat to you that I did not use my abilities to ensure my group’s win. Either you accept my word or you go about this the proper way which I’ll be glad to do,” he responds.

He’s giving them a chance to correct this. If they go about this properly, he will happily cooperate. Of course that doesn’t involve telling them his species because he truly does mean it when he says that is not needed for this, but other than that he will be glad to cooperate. They just have to get their act together and start doing this correctly.

“Your avoidance and aggression show a defensive nature that works against you and your group. If you did not do it, why so secretive of your species,” the siren says with that annoying tone of his.

“Because I am allowed to keep it to myself,” Seonghwa replies with a smooth half smile that contains the irritation beginning to grow within him. “Your smugness and frequent interjections show an antagonist nature that works against your character and the validity of your claims to anyone unbiased. If you are so confident in my guilt, why don’t you provide real evidence.”

He’s satisfied by the immediate frown that takes the place of the smirk on the siren’s face. Two things he greatly hates are haughtiness and being thought of as or being called a liar. This siren is taking pleasure in both, much to his annoyance. Sirens and mermaids are known for thinking much of themselves due to their enchanting beauty especially compared to what else is found in the oceans. That’s most likely part of the reason why he felt he could get away with such a bold lie and accusation against his character. He’ll be more than glad to show him how it will not work.

“I don’t see how me defending my rights as well as the rights of my group and requesting you all follow the proper procedures are considered avoidance and aggression,” Seonghwa continues, turning back to the reviewers. “Your insistence on my species is the real hinderance to this matter. Now, will you tell me how you are so certain that I used my abilities for dishonest conduct?”

“We have already told you that we discovered your essence,” the third reviewer says a little clipped.

“Yes you have, but how does that prove dishonest conduct? I’m sure creatures as yourselves would well know that there are a multitude of things that could mean as well as knowing that could have been done long after voting. Where is your proof that I did anything with the intent of cheating and that it was done before voting? Surely you’ve looked at all points in this matter so tell me. Prove to me my guilt,” Seonghwa says.

The three practically bristle, the faintest hints of red kissing their cheeks. Seonghwa immediately knows it means what he already figured out—they didn’t do a proper investigation.  They wanted to be unquestioned and have to do the least amount of work but he’s not allowing that and that embarrasses them. He’s embarrassing them.

“Watch your manners, Park Seonghwa,” the third snaps.

“I assure you that I am giving you exactly what you deserve,” he responds, the cold lining of the words just barely concealed. “My questioning of your methods in a case that could scandalize my group is neither wrong nor disrespectful. If you cannot answer such routine questions then I will make sure that not only this entire thing is dismissed but the behavior is reviewed and rightfully handled. So I say yet again to present proper evidence or take my word.”

He can feel the nervous energy of his group behind him. He knows that they don’t have many interactions outside of humans so this entire situation is far out of their comfort zone. Even Hongjoong looks like he doesn’t know what to do, half seeming like he wants to interject but not knowing where to or on what to do so. To them this probably does seem very forceful and very out of character for him but they don’t know just how wrong what’s happening truly is. Hell, that siren’s group most likely doesn’t either if the confused but entertained look in their eyes is anything to go by. Only the five of them in here really know how far from standard this is going, and to get anywhere it’s going to be a pulling match of wills and words.

A dangerous thing for the arrogant to play against a fae.

“You are asking for evidence when you are the one stated to do the act. If anything, you should be providing evidence for your own innocence. You very well could be lying,” the woman says.

It’s Seonghwa’s turn to bristle at the words, his lips turning further downward in annoyance.

“The same could be said to him but yet I do not see any of you doing so. Accusing me of cheating and lying is slander on my name,” he says, his voice a bit tight. He really hates being called a liar.

“It’s not slander if it’s true,” the siren snidely remarks.

Seonghwa turns to him with a look, a subconscious cutting light in his eyes warning the other to tread carefully. The casualness on top of boldly lying is truly amazing in a very bad way. He’s used to getting away with such things—unsurprising for a siren—and it shows.

“If you all were truly so concerned about me lying then a simple truth spell could have been casted in an attempt to gain the truth. Seeing as none of you even thought of doing so, it shows that you just want to drag this out and place the blame on whoever is easiest,” he says.

“We do not need a truth spell; you are being aggressive, secretive, and uncooperative! You have refused to tell us your species, you have refused to be respectful towards your superiors, and you have refused to provide evidence for your so-called innocence!” The first reviewer exclaims.

The frown deepens into a scowl, Seonghwa barely keeping from glaring at the man. “I am not a liar,” he says slowly and clearly. “I am just giving you what you have been giving me.”

He’s been giving them better than that actually. If he knew he was going to be dealing with this form of biased behavior, he would have convinced their managers to keep his team while he handled the matter privately. This is utterly ridiculous!

He can feel his blood boiling at how this conversation continues to go in circles with nothing but baseless accusations being put on him. This is stupid and insulting. All of this is completely useless but it also cannot be left right here as is lest he wants to see them spreading misinformation. It’s an annoying catch 22 that makes him want to pull his hair.

“We have clear evidence of your essence being on the audience. You have yet to address that,” the woman says.

“I have already told you many times that I did not use my abilities to sway the crowd into voting for my group. I have done nothing of dishonest and dishonorable nature,” he says pointedly.

It’s the siren that pushes him over.

“And you think we’ll believe that? You already used your magic on innocents, how do we know that you aren’t lying—”

“BECAUSE I CANNOT LIE!”

A loud slam echoes through the room as Seonghwa shoots up out of his seat and slams his hands down on the desk in front of him, his voice carrying with frightening power.

Cold silence falls over the room.

Wide eyes stare at the standing man. Once colored cheeks in proud and sure creatures now fall pale as a single chilling realization comes upon them.

“Fae,” the woman whispers in shock.

The breathy word has a jolting power to it. The three reviewers, pale with a tremble coming to their eyes, lurch with a startle. In a fumbling motion, all three bow their heads in stuttering apologies that are barely strung together.

Seonghwa grimaces in annoyance both over the one reaction he doesn’t like when people know what he is and at the sudden show of respect they are giving him. All of it is very frustrating. He’ll deal with it later though. It’s out there so now he’s going to take control of this circus of a situation and get this over with.

“Well, now that that is known, I am sure you agree that I am telling the truth, yes?” He says plainly.

The three quickly nod, almost looking like bobbleheads that were hit too hard. He accepts it though, nodding in return, satisfied with that being clear at the very least.

It seems though that now is when others decide that this is no longer between non-humans, unfortunately.

“Hey wait a minute,” a member of the other group cuts in for the first time, “you can’t just threaten them like that. What does any of this have to do with proving that you were telling the truth?”

The other group members—minus the shocked siren of course—nod in agreement, muttering claims of force and coercion.

Seonghwa turns to the group, watching as they all flinch slightly when they meet his eyes.

“I am Fae, human, I cannot tell a lie even if I wanted to. It is the first thing everyone knows about us. That means if I said in very clear terms that I did not use my ability to cause my group to win, then it is the truth,” he says.

He looks to the siren specifically. The once confident boy now looks as if he is cursing himself for choosing the one creature everyone is warned not to anger. Still, though, in his eyes Seonghwa can see him trying to think of a way out of this which greatly annoys him.

“Since it is understood that I speak nothing but the truth, I will make this matter clear for all of us. The reason my essence was found on the crowd was because I undid the charm that was casted over them so ALL the groups who worked hard in preparing had a fair chance in the competition. I was stopping YOU from cheating,” he says pointing directly at the siren.

Color begins to rush back to the siren’s cheeks in flustered desperation and humiliation. A panic crosses his eyes before he straightens up in his seat with offense.

“A-are you saying that because I’m a siren I would resort to using my charm? That’s prejudice an—”

“Do not try the species card on me, child!” Seonghwa snarls, immediately shutting up the liar. “I’ve been around sirens before your grandparents were even a thought. If anyone here knows what a siren’s charm looks like it is me. The only reason I didn’t confront you after noticing it was to spare your own dignity. If you would have accepted my kindness this would not be happening right now. You couldn’t though. You were more upset that someone could undo your oh so powerful charm so you decided to try to sabotage me and in turn my humans as well just to heal your broken pride. It was your own arrogance that led to this—led to you believing that I couldn’t possibly be anyone of threat to you—but yet you knew your group wouldn’t win without you cheating. Do not play a game of words and manipulation with me, siren, you will lose.”

The siren sits in his seat redder than a ruby, any possible argument completely choked up in his throat out of humiliation and fear. He already crossed a fae, in front of people at that. He can’t afford to push any further.

Seeing the boy truly silent and humbled for the first time this conversation, Seonghwa decides to turn his attention back to the reviewers. The three look like children who were trying to hide in plain sight to stay out of trouble, startling when they realized it wouldn’t work. It’s pathetic but he doesn’t have the time nor energy to focus on that.

“I gave you all multiple chances throughout this to do your jobs properly. I gave you time to correct your behavior. I could have said I was fae from the moment you brought up the accusation and it would have been clear that this was all a lie but I was giving you a chance to do this the right way. You didn’t though, readily believing him simply because he’s a siren and because this gave you the opportunity to assert your authority. You also thought that I couldn’t be anywhere near your power nor your age and so you felt comfortable treating me any way you wanted. This is all your own doing. Never let it be said that I am not a fair and kind being because I have given all four of you multiple chances. None of you took them so now we are here,” he says.

The three shake their heads, bubbling pleas for mercy tumbling out of their lips. It irritates him in many ways as he hasn’t had to deal with such fumbling in his presences for decades now and it fuels the idea that they only show respect to those they know are higher than them. He’s tired of this entire thing.

“Maybe on a different occasion I would feel more lenient in this matter but there was one thing you had correct throughout this all: I am VERY possessive of my humans. These seven are under my protection and you all tried to sabotage them. For that, I have no mercy.”

And he never will. No one will ever be allowed to hurt his own in any form without due consequences. He doesn’t care how nice the fae agreed to play in this era of diversity—he will follow through on that in any way he sees fit.

“For your arrogance and complicit nature, you will receive what you have done to others. Everyone you deal with will look down at you with bias, they will not care if their actions ruin your reputation, and all your words will be ignored or twisted to fit their agenda. This will go on until you learn humility and how to follow the given rules when necessary,” he casts with finality.

There is no showy display or raining fairy dust as media often portray the fae. To anyone who doesn’t know any better, it would look like he just said words. But to those receiving his curse it feels like a heavy coat has been put on them for the shortest of seconds, the knowledge that they caused this to happen to themselves seared into their minds by his power heavier than anything else. They know there is no arguing cruelty or unfairness. The judges have been judged and now they must live with it.

Their heads fall in shame, left to wallow in their own self grieving and the weight of their own actions.

He turns back to the siren, the boy looking at him in muted fear and hesitation. The color in his eyes, however, reminds Seonghwa of a petulant child afraid of being in trouble but also believing they do not deserve the trouble they are in. As if the world is against him and he should be given a pass for what was done. It’s disgusting how often this siren got away with things that he could have such a look in front of a fae of all creatures.

“Your arrogance knows no bounds, siren. I see it in your eyes, you feel you’ve done no wrong other than choosing the wrong person to sabotage. You have done this before and you will do it again if given the chance. The lesson is never learned with you. For that, you will not be able to charm until you do. Furthermore, you will never be taken at your word again until then as well. There will always be doubt and you will always have to prove your truthfulness as you have no doubt caused for many others,” he says.

The siren lurches forward, eyes wide in panic, frantically shaking his head.

“No, no, you can’t do that! I need my charm, it’s who I am. You can’t take that away! That will affect my group. F-Fae don’t get involved in human matters that don’t concern them—this will impact all of us including our managers and staff. You can’t do that!” He exclaims.

But Seonghwa just raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“If your group needs your charm to have success then it shouldn’t exist,” he says plainly. The siren and his whole group flinches back at the words as if they’ve been struck. “Too many groups work long days and nights, putting in blood, sweat, and tears, for you all to get a free pass to success and then to use it to tear down others. Also, you’re right, we don’t concern ourselves with human matters. But like I said, you targeted my people. You felt my aura all over them, you should have known I was possessive of them regardless of my species. Therefore, your judgment is set and your punishment has been chosen. Learn to be humble and honest or never wield your charm again.”

The words are spoken with finality, sounding like the cold slam of a metal door. A cold trickle runs down the siren’s throat making his breath hitch, a hand flying up to his neck in horror. He looks at the fae with wide-eye dread, meeting neutral eyes and a statue-like face that are very well his judge, jury, and executioner. A chilling tremble spreads throughout his body as the heavy sentencing truly settles within him.

A siren who cannot charm—only ever possible by crossing a fae. This is exactly what they warned about to young siren children: “anger a fae and you’ll be no better than a mermaid”. To any creature he meets, they will know what he did. To any siren he comes across they will know. He’ll be forever marred as the one who made the fatal error.

The siren who did not listen.

“If you need a place to start in your lesson,” Seonghwa says, watching all of the emotions on the siren’s face, “why don’t you consider how even in the face of punishment you never thought to apologize or even say the word please. Many choose to ask for forgiveness while you chose to tell me what I ‘cannot do’. Consider that while your company decides what to do with your new limitation.”

He watches as the siren sinks into his chair in despondence. The group looks at the siren in dread and uncertainty, their seemingly powerful member taken down in mere moments. They hesitantly look up to him, fear twinkling in their eyes as they wonder if they are next.

Seonghwa just looks down at them.

“Take this as your chance to learn as well."

He looks back at the reviewers. Enough has happened here, it’s time to have this over with. He has a long explanation waiting for him to give.

“I believe we are done here. Because you all had seemed to forget earlier, I will kindly remind you that privacy laws exist and that means my origin cannot be revealed without my consent. So if anyone here, human or not, gets the idea to share this information that is not theirs to share, be aware that you will not like the outcome. Are we clear?” He says.

All nine of the offending party nod without hesitation, some in fast fear and others in slow somberness. He accepts them all.

He turns away from them completely, finally looking at his members. His expression softens as he tenderly takes in their own confusion and hesitance at all that has happened.

“Come on, it’s time we go home,” he says gently.

There’s a slight delay, all of them just staring. He softly gestures for them to stand up and follow him, his expressive eyes telling them that he will explain soon enough. Slowly they all stand up out of their seats. They glance over to the three reviewers, ingrained respect telling them to at least bow in goodbye. Seonghwa shakes his head though, silently telling them it’s not needed in this case, gently gesturing them forward.

With that, the eight leave the room.

Seonghwa lets out a silent sigh as the door closes behind him. This was really not how he wanted any of this to go. Not this meeting, not how they find out about him, nothing. What should be a day of celebration has turned into one big headache.

Their manager from earlier jogs toward them, seeing them having left the room. He slows to a hesitant stop when he sees all of their expressions.

“What happened?” He asks carefully.

Seonghwa runs a tired hand through his hair.

“In short, both the group and the reviewers violated privacy laws in trying to frame me and that didn’t turn out well for them when it was eventually revealed what I am. While I’m near certain they won’t try to retaliate by doing it again, I do recommend keeping an eye out for them,” he says.

The manager pales slightly at the words. All of them in management knows how much Seonghwa wanted to keep his species private until he felt it was a good time to share. If that was taken from him, then he’s sure that those inside the room are not going to have a good time for the foreseeable future.

“He knew?” San asks quietly, pointing to their management, the first thing any of them have said since the reveal.

Seonghwa sighs. “I allowed them to do blood tests when I joined the company. As fae bleed gold, it wasn’t hard to notice. I’ll explain everything once we get back home,” he responds.

The seven weakly nod, not saying anything else.

“May we go now?” Seonghwa asks, turning back to their manager.

“Of course. The car was waiting just in case this went a different way. We already made sure that no word about the matter got out but if you want to go over that that’s okay too,” he replies.

Seonghwa simply nods and gestures for them to carry on. He can do that with a wave of his hand as they’re walking. He just wants to get them all home.

And so they all begin heading out. All celebrations will definitely be put on hold for the night as they are left to deal with one more thing.

As they leave the building and get in the car, there’s a silent heaviness around them. No one speaks or makes much movement. Seonghwa, purposely sitting in the front for their comfort, feels the frequent glances at him. He knows there’s a multitude of thoughts and questions in their heads and all they can do for now is stare at him so he lets them do so, never looking back at them.

Finally, they reach back to their place.

“We’ll let you know if anything arises,” the manager says.

Seonghwa thanks him. The eight then head inside, ready for the much needed conversation.

The door closes behind them with tense softness.

“Everyone go get cleaned up and then come back to the living room. Let’s get straight to it, shall we?” Seonghwa says not wasting a single second.

And so they all do as told without hesitation, all of them wanting to get to the explanation even if they do feel a little uneasy about it. The sooner they get to it, the less time they have to overthink everything—and trust that they’ve already had enough time for that.

When they’re all done, they gather in the living room, all taking their seats in slight awkwardness. Seonghwa sits a bit away in front of them so they all can see him easily. With all of them finally together in privacy, he gets started.

“Would you like to ask questions or would you like me to explain first and then fill in whatever you’re still wondering?” Seonghwa asks in a tender and open manner.

The seven look at each other, silently considering which they should do. They all seem to come to the same conclusion with their eyes in a few seconds.

“You can explain,” Hongjoong says.

Seonghwa nods, perfectly fine with that option, though he’s sure they’re going to end up with a hybrid of the two options.

“Very well then. As you all know now, I am fae. I am from the South Gyeongsang province but I spent most of my time in the areas less inhabited by people. I was technically born in Jinju and also spent plenty of time there so I claim it as my home. In human terms I’m a few centuries old but in fae terms I’m still quite young.”

A choking sounds come from a few of them, their eyes widening in shock.

“Centuries?!” Wooyoung exclaims.

Seonghwa chuckles fondly, nodding his head. “Yes, centuries. Maybe four. Time is not really something you think about when you live as long as the fae. I am young though comparatively.”

Mingi raises his hand, bringing a soft smile to Seonghwa’s face. Just as he expected. He gestures for the younger to go ahead.

“But what about the baby pictures you show? Are those made up?” He asks.

“No, those are real for the most part. At most I may have to change the background of a few but those are me, just not at the time it’s assumed they were taken. Fae do not have families in the traditional sense but because of how interconnected everything is, some fae choose to create a unit for fun, especially since we are not allowed to swap children for changelings anymore. My parents were bored and decided to make their own children rather than claim a new created fae, hence my brother and I. When we were younger, they used to take us into human cities to pretend like a family so I have photos of those times. We weren’t together as much as it may seem though. There were definitely times I was around the human age of four wandering around in Namhae while my brother was in Jinhae and my parents in Seoul. It’s just different for us,” Seonghwa explains.

He was always careful in how he showed his younger years to his group and their fans. Being unable to lie isn’t much of a challenge as someone may think because he was never able to so he never saw the use in it. Even so, he knows humans are very nosy whether they like you or hate you so he had to make sure all of the stories aligned and made sense. He viewed it as part of the fun in this little stint of his in the human world so he never really minded.

“As I’ve said,” he continues, “I’ve spent most of my time away from humans. It was peaceful but it became too peaceful eventually. Imps and pixies get the mischievous reputation, but fae also really enjoy mischief and, in my case, a little chaos, so it’s easy for us to become bored. Out of boredom I decided to live amongst humans. My parents and brother already were and any family neighbors were already convinced that they’ve watched us grow up so I thought I’d try it for myself. I experienced schooling here and tried most of the things humans usually do. It was, again, searching for something fun that led me to auditioning. I figured if I didn’t like it I could just leave without anyone remembering me so it was worth the shot.”

He gestures to them affectionately, a warm smile on his face.

“I was fortunate to be placed with the best group fitting my personality. You all are just the right amount of fun and chaos I was searching for. I truly haven’t enjoyed myself this much in a century if not more. There wasn’t much thought of leaving after connecting very well with you all,” he says.

He definitely didn’t imagine himself in the business for this long but it has been greatly enjoyable with these seven, he wouldn’t change a thing.

“So you didn’t tell us for fun?” Jongho asks, not accusing but with a small hint of vulnerability.

Seonghwa understands well, though, and takes the question with gentleness. “At first, yes, in a way. In experimenting with being around humans, I thought it would be more entertaining if it was believed I was human because everyone acts differently when they know they’re dealing with the fae. No one tries to prank you back if they fear being cursed in retaliation. I don’t tell most people my species because of that. I’m not very into the begging and groveling. But when I became closer with you all, I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you all to treat me differently. You all treated me like a true friend; I feared that would change if you knew.”

Like a blanket covering over them, soft understanding looks fall onto the seven’s faces. The genuineness of them both startles Seonghwa and makes him slightly flustered, not used to such looks being aimed at him.

“You’ll always be our friend, Hwa,” Hongjoong says.

The youngers nod in agreement, each with conviction and love.

“Just because you’re not human doesn't mean you’re not always going to be our hyung. We’d never see you differently just because of your species,” San adds on.

Seonghwa feels gold rush to his cheeks at the kind words. His guard being too far down, though, he forgets to change it to red.

“Oh my god, you blush gold! That’s so cuteeeee!” Wooyoung shouts, pointing at his cheeks, breaking the tense heaviness in the air.

Seonghwa bats his hand away, turning his face but never changing the color of his blush, causing the boys to laugh. Air moves once again between them, and just like that, it feels like home again for them all. Just another new fact about their friend.

“See, still our hyung, just with cuter features to share with us,” Yunho says.

“Do you have pointy ears and wings like in the movies?” Yeosang asks, Wooyoung and San nodding in eager agreement to know.

“I bet that’s why you like having long hair,” Mingi adds. “Wait is that prejudice to say? Can we ask those things?”

It’s Seonghwa’s turn to laugh, completely unsurprised at how fast this changed. It’s as if the second they felt he was even slightly unsure of his place here, they switched to cheering him up rather than the other way around. These humans really take it seriously when someone here feels out of place.

He loves them for that.

“How about you all learn some of the more important rules about the fae before we get into how I look and if you can ask me that. If I wasn’t around, you all would have accidentally bargained away your souls by now,” he says.

They all pop up at that, looking at him in surprise. It makes him laugh even harder.

“Come on, haven’t you ever heard not to give your name to someone who asks ‘may I have your name’? I purposely word all my statements so you’re never giving me something you don’t intend to give and so you’re not accepting food from me so as not to bind your lives to me. If I was just even a tad bit more devious, you all would have been trapped in the fae realm by now,” he says.

Genuine concern crosses their faces as they think of all the time they’ve taken something from him. Even humans know that you’re not supposed to accept anything from the fae.

“Hey wait, but you gave us your name too!” Wooyoung says.

Seonghwa waves a hand. “Oh this isn’t my real name. No fae would ever come into the human world with their real name. I just made one up to be called here. If you’ve noticed I’ve always said things along the lines of ‘I’m called’ or ‘you can call me’. Even saying ‘I’m Seonghwa’ doesn’t technically mean that my name is Seonghwa because I am Seonghwa in this human realm. That is how I’m referred to. I love you all dearly but I would never give my name in this day and age.”

He’s seen humans post information the government would have to search for so he’s not very intrigued by what they could do with a fae’s name. Granted there are many ways around a human having your name but he still rather not go through the hassle. It’s not that he doesn’t trust his group with his names, he just knows that some people can find out anything they want when they really try hard enough.

“Is that what you meant earlier about fae not being able to lie? Because you said something very clearly that showed that you weren’t twisting your words?” Yunho asks.

“Yes. By nature I tend to speak in a very exact way but that doesn’t always mean I’m speaking clearly. Word games are what I do best. I could have said that vaguely but I was very clear that I was not doing something unsportsmanlike. A lie would’ve been I did not use my power at all but I did not say that—I cannot say that. Everything I say is the truth but to what degree is what most people have to look out for. In this case though, I was speaking in absolute truth. I quite dislike being called a liar as you can probably now understand why,” Seonghwa responds.

No offense to his own humans, but lying is strictly just beneath the fae, even if they could do it. A simpleton can lie, it takes eloquence to deceive with the truth.

“Does that mean you know when others are lying?” Jongho asks.

“More times than not, yes. I give the benefit of the doubt for some humans, but malicious lies I always know. I still hate lies though, so if we’re being honest—no pun intended—I would greatly appreciate it if you all learned how to lie less. Also not make promises so easily if possible. Breaking a promise is very very offensive to the fae. While I highly doubt any fae would even dare to approach you with how much my essence is on you, it’s still good to get into the habit of dealing with one,” Seonghwa says.

Fae love to mess around but they know better than to mess with another’s claim. But it’s still good for them to know just in case he ever does decide to steal them to the fae realm for a vacation—or a little longer of he let’s his instincts sway him a bit more.

“I feel like we have so much to learn now. Can you make a list of everything offensive, I think we should start with that,” Mingi says.

Seonghwa’s heart swells at the consideration. He truly do love these guys. He couldn’t have picked better humans.

“We’re going to have a very fun time learning about each other,” he laughs. “I look forward to sharing more with you guys. But first…”

He stands up in front of them all. With a traditional fae bow full of flourish and magic, he formally and properly greets them.

“Hello to you all, I am fae. You may call me Park Seonghwa.”