like shooting stars
lgcjiho·:
———- how Not to hide your crush 101
the concert that day was exhausting—not that the concerts everyday weren’t exhausting but you get the gist—and jiho finds himself zoning out on his bed once they’ve returned to their rooms to retire for the night. it’s not even that late, but honestly? he’s really tired and he’s really considering sleeping earlier than usual, even though they have the day off tomorrow.
he has to make his nightly call first—because even his exhaustion couldn’t make him skip that—but other than that he absolutely does not want to do anything.
all of his roommates are in the room right now, all of them doing something or the other and not paying any attention to him. he rolls onto his back, glancing over at @lgcseul who had the bed next to his. “seul-ah,” he calls out, because he’s currently playing a game on his phone and can’t see the clock on his own screen, nor can he see the one that’s on the side table between their beds because of how blind he is. he mostly just wants to know if it’s time for him to call.
“what time is it?” he asks, not expecting anything aside from the other’s answer, or perhaps a turning of a phone screen towards him. hopefully it’s late enough that all the junior producers have also returned to their rooms. he just wanted to say goodnight. like how he had been doing every night since the tour started.
not important.
“do you think everyone is back in their rooms by now?” he asks offhandedly, looking up from his phone as the screen loading the next game shows and he waits for iseul’s answer to both questions.
as much as iseul loves performing, boy does it drain the energy out of him like someone pulled a plug out of a bathtub and all his energy, the water, has swirled away down the drain for the day. he’s limp, laying on his bed scrolling through social media on his phone to see what people who came to the concert are saying. iseul likes to read the posts where people just press random keys and use crying emojis to express how much they loved it - it took him a while to understand that they weren’t actually sad though.
he’s thinking about going to sleep soon, knowing he’ll need his rest as they’re far from done. it’s hard to drag himself away from the posts and the pictures people took and people recounting how ‘it was the best night of their life’ and other similar things. it’s nice to see people enjoying their hard work, and any time he sees someone who’s got a profile picture that’s a picture of him he feels all fuzzy and happy inside.
of course, there’s a few negative posts, but iseul’s found himself pretty good so far at tutting at the mean posts and moving on to the nicer ones. he’s just closed the social media app when his attention’s drawn by the calling of his name from the bed beside him. he’s too lazy to read the time himself, and having just locked his phone so its now showing the time really big, he simply turns his phone to show jiho so he can read it himself.
it’s only after he’s sure jiho’s had long enough to read the time that he realises what his background is - jiho’s cousin, and iseul’s friend, youngmin. it’s a little weird to have your friend as your phone background, he thinks as he quickly turns his phone back to himself, cheeks growing red with embarrassment. how on earth does he talk himself out of this one?
