'EXO's Kris has filed a lawsuit –'
'Kris from the popular boyband EXO has gone into hiding –'
'A member of EXO has gone AWOL –'
He'd been reading them all.
He'd seen every article.
And, the worry that lingered along Seungjun's skin and eyelashes, never seemed to fade.
The atmosphere was riddled at most with his own versions of concern, flashes of his dear friend fresh in his mind, how happy he had seemed only weeks ago, to have come to this. No matter how hard he tried, Seungjun could not place where things had gone bad for the idol, nor could he recall any kind of sadness that would have prompted his actions – actions that he could not question or begin to understand. For what did he know of the world of entertainment? Surely nothing, as what was seen on television was no more than a farce. It was common knowledge that most things you saw were scripted or worse, though this made for more believable viewing pleasures for those of simple minds. A personality often not your own was associated with people who had just as many feelings and emotions as the next; show it, and you were shunned.
Shaky fingers now lingered on the screen of his device as Seungjun took in a shallow breath, cautious and unsure of how to proceed at such a junction. How was he to offer a hand of reassurance, of one that would save, if he could barely remember how? That familiar ache of wanting to help someone he cared about was there, all the signs that he could and might possibly still be human remained... But how to apply these two the lives the two shared? An empty text screen was brought up then in the increasing darkness of his own room, cursor flashing as if yelling the worst obscenities at the man, urging him to proceed and to back off all at once, digits moving across the letters in something akin to dread and relief.
[txt; wonder boy--]
r u ok?
Simple words, ones he only hoped could convey his sentiments.
[txt; wonder boy--]
plz tell me ur ok.
A little more urgent now, as if someone had a pulse.
[txt; wonder boy--]
@ least let me c u?
And, there it was, a request that was meant to be uncomplicated, and yet was so troublesome in so many ways. Fleeting thoughts of the other even responded remained fresh as Seungjun dropped the phone beside him in the bed as he stared at the ceiling, Kris' name gently slipping between plush lips and into the night air as if a prayer, a plea amongst the others that littered Seoul's night sky, each hoping for the galaxy to show itself.
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