❀ *◦ kim wonpil. cis man. he/him. homosexual homoromantic. ⇝ hey, isn’t that boo jonghyeon? i think that the twenty-eight year old from daejeon, south korea works as a vocalist and pianist for the rock band nexu5 and an actor at the single carrot theatre, but outside of that people describe them as coffee stained papers strewn across the room, composing into the early hours of the morning, the scents of lavender and vanilla, the spring breeze wafting through the window on an early morning, melancholic ballads, warm as the sun and burning bright as one. i hear they are credulous & taciturn, but they are also known to be forbearing & altruistic. consider giving them a visit at their home in delilah's den gated community and get to know why they’re called the virtuoso.
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BASICS
full name: boo jonghyeon
age: 28 years old
date of birth: october 31, 1996
hometown: daejeon, south korea
gender: cis man
pronouns: he/him
sexuality: homosexual
occupation: vocalist and pianist of the rock band nexu5, actor for the single carrot theatre
spoken languages: korean, english, mandarin
parents: xiang ru shi (stepmom)
siblings: boo sil-op, one younger brother, two stepsisters
BACKGROUND
TW: abuse, amputation, car accident, implied ableism, neglect, severe injury
born into wealth, boo jonghyeon was fed with a silver spoon. both parents renowned in the world of the arts, it was only natural for the same path to be carved for himself, just as it had been for his older sibling, boo sol-ip. while they pursued acting, music was more jonghyeon's speed, later discovering that he had a natural aptitude for singing and playing the piano.
with the parents being the way they were, they did make him take on more than he could handle, while neglecting to pay any attention to the symptoms of autism he'd been exhibiting for a prolonged period. despite being spoken to by the nanny and teachers alike, they didn't give it much thought.
the meltdowns just meant bad behaviour to them, and it wouldn't reach the climax until he was in the first grade when the parents had taken their second child prodigy out to a gathering with other sensations and their own gifted children. the whole thing was extreme sensory overload for the six year old, and his ignored pleas led to boiling over under the scrutinizing eyes of moneybags; a scene of hysterics and lashing out.
shortly after his diagnosis, his mother left the picture. time moved forward, and so did his musical prowess. the piano came to be the thing that he loved the most, proceeding in lessons for many consecutive years, going on to win various awards and medals in regional competitions.
his father, who changed his methods and behaviour after the long overdue realization hit him, eventually remarried; the family grew larger. now he had two sisters, and three cousins from hong kong that came to visit often. at fourteen, nikolai moved into the household.
two years later, he took a leap of faith and went to auditions that one of the entertainment labels were having, passing with flying colours. however, his utter lack of coordination and hopeless attempts at learning dance, the label, instead of sacking him, wanted him for his vocals and were impressed by his piano skills. hence, the creation of their first rock band.
NEXU5 was born, the five boys quickly taking to each other (especially since they'd known each other being trainees together) and just a few months after being formed, they debuted with a billboard topping hit. standing out with their different concept, they came to be known as the pioneers who popularized bands in the k-pop industry, growing a large and loyal fanbase.
years later, just days after his twenty-second birthday, he was involved in a severe car accident that he was lucky to have survived. his left leg had to be amputated at the scene, and he had to have multiple surgeries for other major injuries. sustaining a brain injury that gave him post-traumatic amnesia, the following months were extremely arduous as the healing process began.
it didn't help whatsoever that he was in an abusive relationship at the time, having been involved with him for three years prior to the accident. it was thanks to his bandmates that he was finally able to get out of it; they assisted with getting him a restraining order and relocated to jeju island from seoul.
the band came back from their long term hiatus only once he was ready, but it came with many challenges, both mental and physical. the prosthesis took time to get used to, and there were periods where his other leg locked up or grew weak, resulting in collapses, along with episodes of syncope and phantom pain; navigating everything became more difficult, but he manages it the best he can, with the support of his loved ones.
HEADCANONS
he has a few little critters for emotional support; a hedgehog, two frogs, two gerbils, two guinea pigs, a rabbit and a praying mantis.
re: the single carrot theatre, he aspires to be a playwright one day. he has scored a few roles in dramas, and is hoping that acting continues to bring him out of his shell.
he doesn't really do well in social situations,, like at all. he's the type of person to just be there and let everyone else do the talking; he straight up doesn't talk unless he's with someone he knows. interviews are his worst nightmares, it's rare that he says more than one sentence in them that isn't to his bandmates, who often speak for him.
very softspoken. if you ask him to speak up he simply will not.
ultimate maknae. has always gotten babied on by his bandmates and family.
despite not talking much when he isn't in the comfort of friends, his personality shines when he does; (fnaf phone guy vc: the animatronics do get a bit quirky at night) he's just a silly little guy. a creacher if u will. he will go on about the weirdest shit and act like nothing happened. epitome of "he quiet unless he know u fr" tiktok sound.
outside of music, jonghyeon is very interested in plants. his living space is always full of various plants, and he tends to them lovingly, even giving pups to his friends.
he is extremely sensitive and very crying in the chili's core.
sarcasm isn't something he's able to detect, having difficulty with idioms and other figures of speech. he takes everything very literally.
Benny couldn't help the thoughts he had surrounding Halloween. If not for the money - he did sell a lot during Halloween, people loved the other type of candy - and the fact that he felt he could always go home with someone if he needed it. And with how confusing things were with Mei, he needed that too.
But regardless, the event was clouded now. The idea that it had been a year since Matevos' murder. And nobody had been caught for it, nothing had been cleared up. He was just gone.
Meaning that even though the festivities were barely under way, Benny was already no longer sober. Definitely still sharp enough, but also in a place where he felt nice, comfortable, warm, and hot.
He was laying on one of the haystacks, feet high up in the air, head almost falling off the side, and a plate of acquired candies and snacks resting on his belly. Smiling to himself while he plopped a now cold marshmallow in his mouth.
"You know what I've never seen before in my life? Pumpkin shaped marshmallows. I saw some ghosts ones, but that's easy! Orange marshmallows in the shape of pumpkins of all sizes, I'd instantly buy a bag. Missed opportunity if you ask me." He shook his head, then held out the plate. "Want some candy?"
one might think that after the horrors that had unfolded during the halloween prior, the townsfolk would be on edge, reluctant to revel in the festivities this year. yet the night drew them in, and strangely enough, to the surprise of many, jonghyeon was among the crowd. perhaps it was because he had been an entire ocean away for so long, out of reach of the town's haunting grip, a certain clarity having been found, his heart steady once again, grounded. the months spent away doing what he loved most had wrapped around him like a cloak, shielding him, breathing life back into the parts of him that had gone dormant in the shadows of anchorage. it was a fragile peace, he knew that; it could easily shatter in the slip of time's gentle pulse, but he held onto hope, that bright ember that always burned within him. for now, the keyboardist let himself breathe—if this halloween could pass him by with quiet mercy, then his return would really feel okay. the vocalist sipped on his witch's brew, content where he stood, although he wasn't aware that he had company—jumping at the sudden voice ( rejuvenated, yes, but still skittish ). “ ah— pumpkin shaped marshmallows? ...why haven't they come out with those? ” he mused quietly, a slight tilt to his head as he considered it, a smile etching onto his face when offered the candy, accepting with a nod. “ thank you, ” spoken kindly as he took some, “ i saw ones decorated like skeletons and mummies, but never pumpkins. i wonder why. ”
Whatever atmospheric drain swallowed Shin up like a plague, he could appreciate an adorable sight when he stumbled upon it. The fact of the matter: Shin always managed to wrangle himself into situations. Landing right in the dead centre like hitting the bullseye of a target. Why the hell couldn't he make it as a shadow then and now had to claw his way back in? Well, the methods to getting back to that were not going to be found here. And oh, he had been skulking. Surveying the place for any threats to his family again. He would be damned. ( The screaming. The pain. It would not be repeated. It would be exacted on others. ) Kind of sickening, how he could have these thoughts, with only a small drink from the coffee shop in his hand. Perking up, delicate paws, wishing he was something softer.
Dusk never bothered him. Obvious in the casual lean of his posture. Jutting his chin. "Those from the ruckus downtown? Or another couple'a strays? They find you, they're yours, that's my motto. And like, goddamn, I do that when I shop too." He had an extensive criminal record — that hadn't been recorded. Charismatic smiles did get you somewhere in life. Even if it resulted in digging deeper in the hole. "They can see better in the dark than we can. Maybe they're guiding you home." He never tried to be unnerving — no, that was a lie, he did. But he also had brothers. When it came to joy, he handled it with kid gloves. Put the needle away from the balloon.
his gaze lingered intently on the other individual, whose composed demeanor piqued his interest. it was abundantly clear that the weight of night was perceived through a lens that was entirely different from his own, a quiet confidence and air of stillness exuding from him, unperturbed and resolute in the face of the gathering gloom. the same couldn't be said for himself. jonghyeon had always wondered how people could embody such fearlessness. it was like a distant celestial body — beautiful, yet unattainable; their light brilliant, but always out of grasp. this inner turmoil was reflected in every line of his own body, shoulders almost perpetually curled inward, as if shrinking away from the world, making him appear smaller than he was. as if anticipating some unseen onslaught, borne of years spent walking on eggshells, waiting for the next crack in the fragile foundation.
with another tilt of his head, his gaze drifted back down to the pair of felines, the smaller of the pair having successfully reached his lap after climbing up his prosthesis, settling with a satisfied purr, where he cradled it gently with one arm. “ ruckus downtown? oh, did they escape from somewhere? ” it would certainly explain some things. there was a small huff of amusement at the shopping comment—fair enough, he supposed. the second kitten wandered the cement with tiny, unhurried steps, its small nose nudging up against him, almost as though it was confirming the other's words, a soft smile returning to his face as he looked back up. “ maybe they are... i've never met kittens this friendly. ”
open starter: @anchoragestarters
where: around town
when: october 1st, evening
as dusk descended upon anchorage, so did a veil of dread. shadows thrashed and twisted in great anticipation, as if the very darkness had a pulse of its own; a hungry void, holding its breath and lying in wait, ready to engulf the next person that strayed too far from the light, dragging them into its abyss, where dark secrets lay buried, forever untold. and yet, in what was quite the curious contradiction to his timid disposition, jonghyeon found himself walking down the dimly lit streets, in hopes of bridging the distance between himself and bandmate, who was enroute to pick him up. with each footfall, he could almost hear the whispers of the unknown brushing against his consciousness; could almost feel those shadows wrapping him in their malevolent embrace that meant to suffocate... but before the panic could fully take root, his attention was pulled away, something shifting in his periphery.
there, from an alleyway, two small kittens tentatively ventured forth. a faint 'oh?' fell from his lips, head tilted in wonder, silently observing as their delicate paws padded across the pavement. as they made their cautious approach, the pianist gingerly knelt down and extended a hand, palm open and inviting, a gesture filled with unspoken reassurance. a promise of safety, which was accepted, the kittens inching closer, nuzzling against his fingertips. in that delicate exchange, there was a profound understanding. “ are you lost, too? ” he asked softly as he pet their soft fur, a smile illuminating his face when one of them attempted to clamber up onto his lap. “ gwiyeopda, ” delight shimmering in his eyes, it was then that he noticed the presence of someone else. “ ah— ” a pause. “ they just... found me. ”
"You been living under a rock or something?" asked Ash, who had no reason to know, or indeed care (as much as it reflected poorly on his manners), that he was speaking to someone who'd been out of town for much of the year. There was nothing easy about Ash and thus he never eased into anything himself; if there was a way he could dive headfirst into something without much prior consideration, he'd likely do it. That was often the only option, lest he talk himself out of it. This meant he also rarely eased anybody else into anything either. "It's the security system they put in place in the apartments upstairs after someone snuck in here and swapped the movie reel out with some fucked up VHS starring that woman who got murdered last year?" He didn't say Duh! out loud but the exclamation was certainly implied in the way he spoke and the slight shake of his head. It was a weird thing to be saying so flippantly, sure, but that was Anchorage. Whatever.
"So, it's not a who. It's a what," said Ash, shoving the Milk Duds into his jacket pocket and jumping to his feet with a grace he did not always possess. He dusted himself down and shrugged. "And it's down right now I'm locked out my apartment. Which is why I want it to die. You get me?" Even if this guy didn't get Ash, it didn't matter much. He was extremely certain of his own feelings about this. "It's supposed to keep people safe but if keeping people out their homes is safe, they might as well just bulldoze the whole place and evict everyone. It's dumb."
the question was one he had encountered fairly often, almost to the point of being a familiar refrain. in truth, jonghyeon often chose to stay out of the loop, preferring the tranquility that came from avoiding the stress that knowledge often brought; it was a conscious decision to safeguard his peace of mind in a world teeming with chaos—living in anchorage, a town so thoroughly shrouded in layers of crime and intrigue where tangible tension hung in the everyday air like a heavy fog, only heightened his resolve to maintain that distance. yet, despite this familiarity, it still caught him off guard, the directness of the other's words not having been expected. “ oh, ” his lips formed a perfect circle of surprise, big brown eyes darting across the open space as his mind worked to process the information, intense as it was. it was clear, now, that he'd missed quite a bit. “ i've been away, ” was blurted out, offered as an explanation of sorts for his lack of awareness.
the frustration was something he understood, at least. what was the point of investing in a security system if it only created more problems, and ultimately fail down the line? if he found himself locked out of his home, he'd feel the same way. “ ah... did they say how long it'll take to fix? ” hopefully, the tenants wouldn't be in this predicament for too long. homes weren't meant to be a source of unrest. “ does that mean that people are stuck inside too? ”
WHERE: maiden alley cinema
WHEN: 21st august
WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters )
CAP: none for now!
If there was one thing that Ash Yoon didn't like (and this should come with the understanding that there were in fact a great many things that he didn't like and he was frequently glad to tell people so but also that this was something he particulated hated), it was the feeling of being watched. Growing up, nothing had been drilled into him by his father with more vigilance than the idea that he needed to avoid suveillance at all cost and now there was this thing in his apartment, just staring at him. Maybe he needed to stop personifying it. Not important. What matters was that he'd returned to the apartment complex with full intentions of marching into his apartment and falling face first into his couch. However, before he could even get to the elevator, he'd overheard chitchat in the hallway about a certain clap-operated surveillance system failing, complete with rumours that a few residents had been locked in their apartments. His response to this news had been a simple, internal, 'fuck this, I'm not dealing with this' and a quick heel turn back out the door.
"Y'know what? Fuck Clappy," said Ash, speaking aloud for all to hear, as he dropped to a low squat in the middle of the cinema's lobby and tore open a box of Milk Duds. Don't ask when or how he got those. (The trick to swiping stuff was to pretend you always had it.) Some might call this an outburst but he was more than happy to have his feelings be known. "I hope Clappy dies."
things never stopped happening in anchorage, did they? jonghyeon's return to the harbor town felt a lot like diving headfirst into an angry ocean, which truly wasn't far off from how it felt before, caught in a rip current. to avoid being swept away ( or worse, swept under ), the keyboardist had returned HOME, where he and his band remained for several months. it'd been revitalizing, a sorely needed break from the tireless tumult of this town, even if it didn't include much rest. the band had finally made their return to stage, a long-awaited moment; nothing in the world could make him feel better than doing what he loved the most, with the people whom he loved the most. now that he was back, it was time to catch up with everything... with any luck, the waves wouldn't drag him under again. ease into it, he'd been told. and so ease into it he did. left on his lonesome this afternoon, jonghyeon had found himself at the cinema — movies were effortless distractions, and it beat sitting in an empty living room!
not getting any popcorn was his first mistake. it was a movie that he'd already seen, so thankfully, he knew what he would be missing when he exited the theater to settle the growling of his stomach, which didn't take long at all. satisfied, a few pieces were plopped into his mouth, stilling when a voice called out a few steps to his right. forgive him, if he stared ( he absolutely was ). trying to process the other's sudden declaration, the confusion wrote itself all over his face. “ who's... clappy? ”
open starter: @anchoragestarters
cap: none!
date & location: early march, around town
there were many irons in the fire, if one couldn't tell by the very appearance of one boo jonghyeon. he'd gotten just slightly ahead of himself, absorbed in his work for the entire duration of the day, and now he was left to simply kick himself for not planning better ahead of time. you see, schedules were extremely important to the keyboardist, always followed diligently ( instances like today were rare ) – with it being thrown off, he was left feeling thoroughly of his depth. not to mention the contemned fact that the sun had set, and he had no way of contacting his bandmates... fuck. he'd left the theatre some time ago, set out towards delilah's, bag slung over his shoulders and a binder of sheet music held to his chest, cheeks rosy from the frigid air. the weather was far from ideal for numerous reasons, one of them being the pain and stiffness that the cold brought his leg; he really could not get home soon enough. however, the approach was derailed, quite abruptly, at that, as he collided with another body, not enough attention being given to what was in front of him. in the bat of an eye, he was on his ass, landing on the ice with an oof!, papers flying everywhere, as if they were particles of a blizzard themselves. curse his balance issues, and the snow. what a miserable night. “ mianhae, ” he voiced, “ i'm sorry. i wasn't looking... ”
IF BAMBI WERE ENTIRELY HONEST, she couldn't remember the last time she was actually in a place long enough to be concerned with celebrating holidays, usually always on the road. There was generally a lack of traffic on Christmas Eve and the day itself, which worked perfectly for someone who was trying to get to their next location. With an engine that currently didn't do a very good job of starting, that wasn't in the picture this year, which left the bubblegum-haired bouncer feeling a bit out of place in regards of the festivities. Getting lost in the sea of a crowded club seemed to be the best bet for not feeling lonely, though, which was where she found herself. "Do you guys know a lot of Christmas songs? I feel like there's about five ones that lead a crowd to absolutely riot if they didn't get to hear it. Seems like a lotta people are diehard about their the ones they like." Bambi took a sip of her vodka and cranberry, appearing to me more themed for the holidays than the usual pink and black attire that she always wore. "Why'd ya stop then? Doing Christmas performances."
always eager to talk about his profession, jonghyeon was practically beaming, a smile quirking at his lips. it had been entirely too long since they'd been on stage, even if only a few months had gone by. “ we do know a lot— i think my favourite one to perform is last christmas, or let it snow. but all i want for christmas is a lot of fun... it was always the encore, and we'd go around the crowd and give flowers to links. ahh, i miss it so much, ” he reminisced, unaware that he was potentially rambling. “ they're all fun, ” it really was the most wonderful time of the year, especially when they were able to spend it with their fans. there was a chance that next year things would work out, and the thought alone was riveting. “ um... my accident, mostly. it happened a month before the 2019 show, and then we were off until 2022. but we were on tour in europe around the holidays, so we didn't get to do it that year... and this year... ” a shake of his head. “ i really hope we can do one next christmas. ”
@hvrtroads ; single carrot theatre, december 18th, 2023
They had ambitions to scrub their hands of the wretched Hallow's Eve that they had only bore witness to unfurling over the course of news channels, and at the forefront of their mind was their brothers. Now, the actor would never dare to describe themselves as clingy under any given contextualization — however, twine them in the same town as their siblings, and their concerns were elevated tenfold. It was one thing to be separated by oceans and continents and acknowledge that whatever would be, would be, and they were but a helpless molecule to the auspice that would be granted to them or any of their family. When they were within walking distance of one another, there was a wrench wedged between their chest cavity and internal organs intent on stopping the blood flow of their heart when they thought of Jonghyeon tangled up in that mess.
Ziv was trying not to hover about on opening night, and thus, they were thoughtful of approaching Jonghyeon in the dressing room whilst he was still in the makeup chair. The platter of cookies that had been procured by the lovely blonde ( whom they had yet to account a name for ) was deposited on the table in front of their younger sibling. "Chocolate chunk? I didn't make them," they prefaced, understanding that the craftsmanship of their baking skills would be swift and merciless if it weren't Polish sweets or traditional Korean suppers. "The show will be a nice way to end the year, I believe our last night for it is New Year's Eve." They couldn't credibly fathom that a crowd was interested in seeing a Christmas production past the commercial holiday itself, but they digressed — they didn't loathe their part in it. Taking a seat beside him, another cookie went missing from the tray. "Perhaps the Year of the Dragon will bring us luck."
if he were to speak the truth, the twisted turn of events that had transpired over a month and a half ago were still nestled towards the forefront of his mind. only on quiet nights in the den were these concerns voiced, evaded by sleep and, instead, confronted by mental strain that came hand in hand with a sense of foreboding that the keyboardist thought he'd gotten better at tackling. when the band made their move to jeju-do prior to coming to alaska, the inquietude in which jonghyeon had lived in at length was alleviated some, and he could say that it was rejuvenating. however, healing in a place that was still so close to what burned you proved difficult. anchorage was meant to be a fresh slate; opening up doors to new opportunities as well as making up for lost time. how was it that danger still towered above? the fact of the matter was that he was scared, especially so after being caught in the middle of the chaos that ensued at the halloween party. he'd been shaken to his very core.
for now, at any rate, his attention had been diverted, turned aside to the upcoming christmas play that the theatre was putting on. having something to focus on was essential to his frame of mind, and it couldn't have come at a better time. the holidays were his favourite time of the year, after all – why not make the most of it, or at the very least, try to? impassively rubbing his hands together in his lap as he perused the pages of the script, jonghyeon looked up at his sibling once they appeared, mouth opening before growing into a smile. “ cookies? ah, they look good, ” one was taken. “ i think so. hopefully people enjoy it, do you think they will? ” he tilted his head, biting into the sweet treat, which earned a hum and a nod. whoever had made them was a great baker. “ it's supposed to bring a lot of change and growth. i hope it does... i hope it's a good year. i really want it to be, ” he mused. “ there haven't been very many of those, so i think it's time. ”
open starter: @anchoragestarters
cap: 0/4
where: boom boom room live grooves
when: december 23rd, 2023
eyes flecked with gold were fixed upon the entertainment of the evening, their instruments pleasant to the ear as he stood before one of the trees that had been put up for auction. the remainder of a snickerdoodle cookie was held up to his mouth in a sweater-pawed grasp, red and green in colour and made of soft wool – jonghyeon was very clearly in the festive spirit, the pair of antlers atop his head pulling it all together. while his attention had previously been on the various trees; a conversation with his bandmate about how oh my god, hyeon, please don't bid on that cursed fucking potato head tree, music would always steal the scene. “ maybe next year nexu5 can perform for this... its been a while since we've done a show for christmas, ” he mused to the person next to him, a fond, soft smile on his features as the thought was spoken aloud. it had been three years, after all, and although it would be on a much smaller scale than what the band was used to, an evening of performing holiday songs to raise the spirits of townsfolk presented as a lovely idea. “ we used to every year. it was fun. ah... i really love christmas. ”
“i couldn’t have given them a wider berth and, still, they managed to clip my car?! this is unbelievable, truly... i mean, does anybody in anchorage have any regard for people’s belongings? and a car, too? this is worth more than their life." venom spat from fletcher’s open mouth as he inspected chipped paintwork at the hood of his porsche. he was close to nobody, choosing to hold only a select few people dear, so instead it was his trio of cars that brought the male warmth, comfort, and a shoulder to cry on (or, perhaps, a dashboard to pummel with an angered fist on a heated evening) . licking the pad of his finger the male attempted to clean the mark, praying that it was simply dirt over a permanent dent. no luck. “my day couldn’t get any fucking worse.“ @hvrtroads
a frown fixed on his features, jonghyeon watched fletcher inspect his vehicle, padding forward to survey the damage for himself while letting the other voice his frustrations. despite not owning a vehicle in years ( he hadn't been overly into them when he did drive, either ), he did know that porsches were expensive, and could only imagine how much of a pain it had to be. “ they didn't leave a note or anything, either... ” the dashboard lacked anything of the sort – that was what people normally did when something like this happened, right? if he remembered correctly, that was what happened when his bandmate's bumper banged up that one time... but unfortunately, not everyone was as kind. his lips pursed in thought, before a figurative lightbulb flicked on. “ do you think it could have been caught on surveillance cameras? maybe... from... one of these? ” gloved index finger pointed at the various building fronts they stood before.
( 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟏:𝟑𝟎 𝐏𝐌 ) Colson sat in a dimly lit corner of the room, a drink in his hand, though more of it seemed to have ended up on his shirt than in his stomach. His gaze was distant, his mind a haze of alcohol-induced numbness. Oblivious to the chaos erupting around him, he was lost in his own world, zoned out and detached from the unfolding events. He couldn't shake the gnawing feeling that something was wrong, a subtle undercurrent of unease coursing through him. It was a sensation he couldn't quite put into words, but it clung to him like a persistent shadow. As the lights flickered and the room plunged into darkness, Colson's dazed state persisted, the sudden change barely registering.
In the midst of the ensuing mayhem, a sardonic thought slipped through the fog in his mind. Even now, in the midst of this chaos, he found himself wishing Bijan was here. There was a bitter irony in the fact that in a moment of crisis, he instinctively longed for the one person who was no longer a part of his life. “Where the fuck am I?,” -is imparted instead to the nearest person every slur of his words is unintentional, of course.
the mistake had been coming at all. social functions had never been pleasant for him, overstimulation encumbering his being within the first few minutes of the evening – the very reason most of it was spent outside, in his own little world, irrespective of the chill in the air. had he just remained out there, would it have been any better? losing his bandmate in the pandemonium, jonghyeon's head was spinning, lacking the capability to register what was unravelling around him, and in consequence came a tumble to the floor, someone in the barreling, hysteric crowd knocking his prosthesis off of its balance. it truly could not have gone worse. the lack of a surface to aid in hoisting himself up left the shaken keyboardist with no choice but to crawl through the horde, overstrained body and mind collectively crumbling once the corner was reached.
there was a person sat next to him, that much he knew, as his hands pressed over his ears, the havoc beyond endurance. an attempt was made to collect himself as he rocked, and only after did he glance in the other's direction, barely making out his words ( the clamour certainly didn't help ) but understanding through lipreading. “ a horrible party, ” he responded, “ something bad is happening, ” whether people were screaming from fear, pain, or both, jonghyeon didn't want to know.
