lgcallie·:
junseo seems happy enough to help, he always does. but allie is taken back to a time and a place where they met and it was much harder to help herself at all. he seems to witness her like this more often than not. she’s not really sure why they’re still friends. “ i’m sorry for calling you here like this.” allie finally says, maybe a little defeated but still trying to find a smile for him all the same. it’s too late to regret asking him over, but she still feels too awkward to bring up all her difficulties right away so she falls back to the couch and hums in something like reminiscence. “ though it does bring back memories from high school. you haven’t been to my house since then, have you?”
–––––––– &. @lgcjunseo·
any trainee would easily agree on the fact that the path to success is a rocky and unreliable one. last minute performances, maintaining a squeaky clean image and abandoning most forms of a normal social life all to become a rising idol was definitely tough, but the chase was undeniably fun. at times when all seemed to be looking down, solidarity would matter the most, so as junseo’s phone rang, he was determined to help the individual who had called for him. the reason beyond the call was still unknown, but by the tone of her high-pitched voice, something was off. it was late, the pearly moon shining its light on the few people roaming the city’s streets. usually, the male would choose his bed over practicing, but the gal who rang him owned too big a spot in his heart for him to possibly refuse her offer. she was none other than the girl who had inspired him as a teenager, the girl behind every love song he wrote (and, ultimately, never performed). though those giddy sensations that overwhelmed his young stomach had long gone, he couldn’t help but save the damsel in distress.
“no worries, the night’s young anyways.” safe to say, junseo wasn’t proud of the lie that had left his lips but letting her worry about such a detail would make him feel guilty. scanning the surroundings, his eyes focused on each object carefully placed around the room as a quick trip down memory lane occupied his thoughts. he’d been here several times before, and though years had gone by, nothing had changed. “gosh, yeah. it’s been years. didn’t expect to come back but hey, i’m not complaining,” “why’d you call, though? your voice sounded a little shaky on the phone, you almost had me worried.” yet another lie made its way out of his mouth - not worrying about her was practically impossible after having seen her at vulnerable times.
