For Your Entertainment | Chapter 3 | Closed for Sung-min
Hokori gets a little bit lost in the lyrics, and the acoustics of the room catch them, throwing them around from wall to wall and filling the auditorium with his voice. Showers were always spent singing, and so were his late night walks when he was really milking all he could out of breaking curfew, but his talents were lost to the vastness of space. Here, however, this was… this was him. A grand stage, tons of seats waiting to be filled, lights shining down on him… if it weren’t so quiet, he’d feel right at home. If he had to, however, he’d sing as loud as he could until his throat is raw, just to feel like himself again.
Then, the rapper walks in, and his song comes to a halt, his voice tapering off. He’s surprised- granted, pleasantly, and his eyes shine brightly. Sitting up and slipping himself off the edge of the stage, he approaches Sung-min, slightly put off by his body language. He looks… tense. Uncomfortable. Is he expecting the worst? It makes him wonder what the worst thing he could actually say right now is.
What he has to say very well could be the worst thing that Sung-min could hear right now. The rapper’s response could fill that same role for Hokori, and it’s why his words get caught in his throat, and he finds himself mimicking the other’s body language- tense, uncomfortable. The quietness of the room is starkly more noticeable than before, but he manages to break the silence, his voice cracking slightly.
“So, like… are we something?”
He waits. He tries to wait, rather. He can’t wait.
“Whatever you want us to be, I mean,” he spits out quickly, gesturing wildly with his hands. That classic impatience follows, and he tenses up, although this time it’s merely a fault of his own. “Look, I just, I wanna know what you think of me, alright? Sorry if this is like, too forward, or whatever, but I ain’t in the business of gettin’ my hopes up or, or, bein’ lead on, or whatever, and I’ll get over it in like, point five seconds if you ain’t about this life, but for me, meetin’ you was like, the only good thing comin’ out of all of this, and, I mean, maybe I wanna get to know you better, and I probably won’t get to, cause we’re all, we’re all dead, man-” he sucks in air sharply, reeling from his tangent, but he keeps going, anyway. “There’s, like, no hope, there really isn’t, with that drownin’, and the clock situation, I don’t know man, I just, I don’t know.” His fingers are threaded through his hair at this point, tension evident on his face: the widened eyes, the trembling lips. Still struggling to take in air, he keeps talking anyway, hellbent on getting it all out. “S-so, whatever happens, I’m just sayin’, I’m gonna be kickin’ myself from the grave if I don’t tell you all this, and I ain’t good at this feelings stuff, man, but I just… I gotta have a clear conscience, alright?”
He really didn’t want to come off as tense. It had nothing to do with Hokori himself...probably. Yeah, it wasn’t about him. Why would he feel nervous about being around him? Alone. Ha. That was silly.
Yet he couldn’t manage to relax no matter how hard he tried, and things only got worse when Hokori finally spoke up, causing Sung-min’s eyes to widen at the sudden question. Something...? He...didn’t mean...--
Oh.
Almost looking lost, his eyes darted around the room as Hokori spoke, and it was clear he was pretty embarrassed from the topic at hand. Oh god. Was this really happening? There was no way he had feelings for Hokori, right...? That wouldn’t make any sense. And still, no matter how many times that thought repeated throughout his mind, it always came back to the same thing-- what if he DID like Hokori like that?
“...Hokori...”
Waiting for the rock star to finally...shut up, Sung-min opened his mouth to speak, pausing for a moment. What...if he said something wrong? He wasn’t exactly good at this kind of stuff.
“...I...I dunno...” He sighs and shuts his eyes. “...I ain’t...used to this kind of stuff, ya know? Probably not as experienced as you’d like ‘em-- I-I’m just jokin’...but, I...I do like ya. A lot. I do...” His cheeks were heating up, but he tried to ignore it despite the cracking in his voice. “You’re the only person I like ‘round here...-- I’m not good at...being s-sappy...but even if we can’t for very long, I’d like to get to know ya better too.”
“...I guess...what I mean is...we are something. If you’re...cool with that, I mean...”
