Another heartbeat managed to pound as he looked at her, wondering if she could really distinguish him but it was interrupted by one of her members, who probably tied him into being a fan as well by the way they looked at him, and he felt like it was better that way. Go separate ways now and continue to move on, she was living okay without him and so has he without her. His eyes trailed down to the arm that caught the fragile weight body and instantly it shifted into his coat pocket.
Without him at the given moment, she would have met with the ground… Or maybe someone else would have. ‘Right. Lets not involve someone like me into her life. Don’t make the same mistake… Of ruining someone’s life because you can’t let go,’ With that thought, his legs finally pointed towards his base and he began his way back. He thought he would be able to move forward after the incident…
It haunted him. His thoughts haunted him. Days became weeks… And it was now at the second month after their encounter. He was never one to dispel his emotions yet there he was, all the puzzle pieces he was aligning dispersed on the floor after irritation, even long nights of drinks and puzzles couldn’t distract him anymore. Without answering his gang’s confusion, he left the base without a word exchanged and somehow he led himself back to where the concert was held.
“Jisook… Are you doing okay…?” He spoke softly, looking up at the small amount of stars that were visible. He instinctively pulled out his phone to hack into her company’s databook and easily found out which one was her by the messages sent and received. This was the first time he’s done something out of Ricky’s acknowledgement but he didn’t think he would be doing this. Not when he made up his mind that he wanted no part of her life. However, things made it clear he couldn’t turn away, her presence had always given him a light in his life. And right now, he was in total darkness and he was lost, wanting to see that light again even if it’s just for a little while.
With a couple of tapping on his phone and a few minutes of staring at the screen, debating or not to finish the task or leave it. He came to the conclusion that maybe by doing this, the madness in his head would stop and he could finally find peace of his purposeless life. With one tap, he sent the message, knowing he couldn’t run away anymore.
[Text: Her] Hey, Jisook. This is someone you used to know. Don’t ask who because it’s not anyone important. I just want to know are you doing okay?
That day it was hard for her to allow herself to be pulled back into the group van without actually hearing an answer from the stranger. But, duty had called and she had another schedule she was running late for, there wasn’t any time for curiosities. That was what her manager would have said anyway. But that curiosity would drive her insane. All the way through her promotion period she spent those moments after the end of a concert wondering if she would possibly see him loitering around again. Of course she was only to be left with disappointment each time, mostly towards herself for not being able to put a name to his face.
But, Jisook wasn’t the type of girl to dwell on the negative things, or even silly things at least. What was the use in chasing around something from the past that she wasn’t even sure was actually a part of her past anyway? A lot of people may see Jisook as a naive person because of how she thought regard those such things, how she always had the ability to just push out the darkness and focus on the light instead. Some even went as far as to use the term ignorant. Though to her the only was she saw it was the key to living happily. Time passed without an sort of particular slow or fast pace, comeback promotions had come to a halt and the idol was left to her individual activities. Today’s mission was spent on the other side of the lens for once, as she sat comfortably on a bench at the park with her camera in her hand.
Jisook had always been fond of photography, to a point where it was as of lately something she had been exploring professionally as well. Her focus was now on the set of images she had taken in the past hour, taking a moment to begin clicking through them all intently. She analyzed every bit of each picture for even the slightest imperfection. The focus level, how sharp it was, if the colors were right, or if the angle was as perfect as it could have been in the first place. She had been so lost into her hobby in that moment that when her phone vibrated in her pocket she practically jumped, quickly fumbling to grab the device from the back pocket of her jeans. “What is this? Spam?” Her eyes narrowed in on the screen of her newest text message skeptically, almost a little disturbed at the randomness of it. Hesitantly, she removed her other hand from her camera and let it hang from around her neck, allowing her fingers to slowly type a response.
( sms: XXX-XXXX ) How am I supposed to not ask who this is? Who are you?
( sms: XXX-XXXX ) I’m fine though... How did you get this number?
amandla
areudirty
titsay
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
2087
vaporwave
ellievsbear
turnnoffyourmind
stormborns
