As the two months passed like a rollercoaster, the girls immersed themselves in their work after the video call. Having gained recognition in the office, they became even more determined. At first, they used to get off work at 5 p.m., but soon they began working harder every day, often leaving the office at 8 or 9 p.m. They woke up early, reached the office on time, and gave their all.
Meanwhile, the boys were busy with rehearsals—checking stage audio, positions, and the songs they had chosen. The days flew by as they constantly moved between world tours, interviews, and performances. They would return to the hotel at midnight, and for a few minutes, DK and Minghao would talk to their girlfriends, sharing updates or asking about their day. Sometimes the boys sent photos of themselves getting ready for concerts or snapshots of the food they ate. Other times, they complained about the chaos happening backstage.
As for the girls, after finishing work, they would drive home tired. One day, during a red signal, Nian saw the boys displayed on a massive billboard. She took a picture and sent it to the group excitedly. Back home, they would watch Seventeen's world tour updates on TV, giggling and feeling proud. After dinner, they'd sit on their beds, watching interviews and concert footage, giving honest feedback to the boys. The boys read these messages and genuinely applied their suggestions in the next show, later reporting back on how it went.
Nian and DK would occasionally video call. DK, often too tired, would fall asleep mid-call with his hands clutched together, looking like a newborn. Nian would chuckle softly, taking cute pictures of him and saving them. Sometimes, the other boys would grab DK's phone and talk to the girls themselves.
Like this, a month flew by.
In the second month, the boys became even busier, fully absorbed in their concert schedules. They would only manage to send short updates in the group chat—messages like "Just woke up" or "Reached hotel safely." Despite the distance, the girls stayed strong. Their hard work paid off, and they got promoted—though they couldn't even celebrate it with the boys.
Meanwhile, the boys became even more popular. Seventeen's posters and videos were displayed everywhere, and the girls couldn't walk outside without seeing them. Looking up at the screens, the girls thought:
> "Guys, these two months passed by so fast. When we first heard you were leaving for a world tour, we wondered how we'd handle it—missing DK, Minghao, and all the chaos you bring. But somehow, we made it. We even got promoted. And though we couldn't celebrate with you… there's just one week left until we meet again."
Holding each other's hands tightly, they walked past the billboards with proud smiles and said:
> "Let's meet again soon, guys. And when we do… you'll see we've become stronger, bolder, and better—just like we promised."
Once, the girls were just fans, dreaming of the day they'd meet their favorite group—Seventeen, their happypills. But time had other plans. They didn't just meet them—they became family. Through each other's lowest moments, they offered support, comfort, and quiet strength.
The boys never let fame define their bond. They listened. They cared.
Now, after two transformative months, the girls are no longer just fangirls or girlfriends of idols.
They've grown into confident, capable women—mature, bold, and professional—standing shoulder to shoulder with their seniors, playing a part in decisions that once felt out of reach.