for as grateful as iseul was for all of the things in his life, there was a small part of him that wanted to be invisible. don’t get him wrong, he wouldn’t trade his life, his dream, his career for anything in the world. but there was a small part of him, just a little sliver that missed what life was like before all of the fame. he missed being able to do small things like walking down the street without being recognized, without someone trying to take his photo. these moments seemed to come and go, never seemed to last long, thoughts only popping up when he was tired or stressed.
and tonight, well it seemed to be one of those nights. one of the rare free nights without a schedule or any responsibilities. honestly iseul should be resting or practicing, but for as tired as he was, he couldn’t shake the antsy feeling to just move.
he had left the dorm a few hours ago, hood pulled up over his head and mask fixed firmly on his face. he stayed away from brightly lit and warm cafes that called out to him like a siren calling to sailors to fall on her sharp rocks, but he wasn’t dumb, avoided the heavily populated areas for side streets and back alleyways.
lost with his thoughts and headphones with his favorite playlist on repeat, iseul fails to hear the distant rumbling of thunder warning the city of the impending rain. head lowered, he misses the flashing of lightning over the warm hues of the street lights. so he’s taken surprise by when the first few drops hit his face, hands reaching out to catch a few stray drops. iseul’s given barely a few minutes before the sky opens up and drenches the city in heavy rain.
he makes a break for it, runs for the nearest shelter and finds himself huddling under the safety of the nearest restaurant awning, the lights off and shop thankfully empty behind him. checking his phone, he finds the battery flashing low and settles in against the wall for a long wait until the storm stops. he fails to notice the company he has until it’s scaring him shitless.
looking back changhee wishes he could change some things. like abandoning his family the way he did. he sometimes wishes that he never became an idol. followed what his parents asked of him. but changhee was also stubborn. and in a way he knew he wouldn’t change anything if he was given the chance. he’s too prideful. he likes to imagine what could have happened. the what if’s. he would have regretted not auditioning. but he had set his mind on performing. and he knew no one could stop him. he’d do what he wanted to do no matter who disagreed with him. being an idol wasn’t all that bad. was it easy? no. a soul sucking industry that used you and then threw you out when they no longer needed you? hard maybe.
decipher despite being in the industry for ten years still had a decent work load. they’ve worked to build this image. built a loyal fan base. and too keep that fanbase you had to stay relevant. which would explain the performances that bc had scattered throughout the month.
it was a long day in the dance studio. he could practice 100 times over and their dance instructor still wouldn’t be happy. he was just happy that it was over. he walked out the company inhaling deeply. it was warm out. the perfect weather to walk home. that is until a flash of lighting lights up the sky overhead. as the first drops of rain fall from the sky he makes his way up under an awning. he sighs checking his phone for the time. when he looks up he see’s someone else running up under it. it’s apparent the other person is unaware of his presence. “this awning is occupied.” he says with a semi-serious tone before letting out a chuckle.
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