@drcgonunleashed asked for a starter from Jiyeon <3
The roar of the crowd was still fresh in her ears, even hours later.
It never got old, not even after all this time. And Jiyeon had spent a majority of her life in the spotlight in one way or another.
When she'd been a kpop star, there had been a sea of lightsticks to accompany the voices singing along, screaming, excited. Usually it was teenaged girls, plenty around her own age at the time. Funny how those young girls- children, really- in the crowd, had been standing there accompanied by parents or adult siblings when Jiyeon and her group mates had been touring Korea, Japan, even extending their reach into other parts of Asia, without ever having their parents present. Just a handful of older men to watch over them, an auntie stylist or two for the sake of their hair and makeup.
Sometimes she missed the days of being a kpop idol, even with the horrible things that had accompanied it. Things that still made her skin crawl to think about. She'd basically be a child at the time. A child adultified to appeal to men way too old to be oggling them so.
But those years were long behind her, buried beneath the rubble of her former self. And she had found fame in a whole new light- with these girls, instead.
Black Rapture was her home. Her coven. They understood her better than anyone else had, protected her better than anyone else had. And she loved this feeling of fame more than she'd ever loved her teen idol days. This time around, she was safe. And, being in a rock/metal band like this instead of the sickeningly sweet little pop industry that had cradled her before meant she had freedoms she never would have been afforded under the watchful eyes of female kpop idol standards.
Of course, even in the US, even with a band like hers, tabloids and reactionaries were quick to shame women for sexual desires, for relationships that didn't fit their idea of perfect and proper. But there was still some wiggle room with it. And she and Lin Lie had been making the most of that small bit of space that allowed her the rare night of actual, blessed, freedom.
This was one of those nights.
Jiyeon was glad that the last stop of this tour (for now, at least) had landed them basically at their own doorsteps in California. It meant that when they were done for the night, when the crowd had died down and their drinking and laughter and celebration were over, she could go home and freshen up in her own shower, on her own time.
It also meant that she could use the next few weeks of their small break to do as she wanted. And right now, what she wanted, was not to stay home and sleep in her own bed. Not yet, at least.
Instead, she got dressed again. Slinky little red dress with some very intentionally chosen lingerie hidden beneath. She put on her leather jacket and her black, heeled, boots, did her makeup to top it all of... then, with a snap of her fingers, she teleported herself as near to Lin Lie's place as she could without calling attention to herself (after all, she didn't want to appear out of nowhere in front of someone and scare them half to death).
It wasn't a far walk to reach his place from where she had shown up, and she was glad for the cool, night, breeze that tossled her long hair, kissed at her warm face. She was just a little drunk- not enough to be obvious, but certainly enough that her restraint was low enough to be doing this. She doubted he would mind. She also very much doubted he would mind her just showing up like this- though she did hope he was home. Superhero business could have found him elsewhere and then this would have been nothing more than a short little waste of her time...
In hindsight, she should have texted him first. Oh well, it was too late to bother with that, now. Besides, if he was home, wouldn't the surprise be all the more sweet?
When she made it to his door, she knocked. Three slow, but loud, rappings against it. Then she waited. Jiyeon figured if he didn't answer in a minute or so, she'd knock again, give him another minute, then text him to see if he was home. If it turned out he wasn't... well, then she supposed she would be sleeping in her own bed tonight. A shame, really, but not the end of the world. They could find time to spend together later if it came to that.
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