all the wrong reasons.
@shinfmd
post-show jitters are getting to him.
( for all the wrong reasons. )
iseul waits backstage after the winning group performs their encore, additional gimmicks and all, silly vows they made to fans once they manage to garner their well-deserved trophy. speaking of trophies, iseul is hoping to get one tonight in the form of a conversation. not that he’s ever managed to blurt out any more than a few (single, really) syllables at the sight of shinhyuk, and it’s highly reminiscent of high school where his glistening eyes would do the talking for him.
thank you, they always said.
not that shinhyuk’s ever noticed, either.
hands anxiously rub themselves together as he stands behind the curtains, watches as each group begins their retreat to the dressing rooms. once alien starts moving, iseul straightens his back, takes a deep breath, and counts the members until his eyes land on his beloved target - who, really, just passes by him. no big deal. what else is new?
( this feels a lot like high school. )
tentatively, he reaches out for the other’s arm, only to end up pulling back, and, instead, subjects himself to following the other around like a confused puppy. there’s a panic that surges through his veins when they reach the aforementioned group’s dressing room, and thus instinct has fingers gently clutching at the other’s forearm. ah, shit. what do i–
“hey. i– hey. i just– i’m sorry. i’m– i just really–”
smooth.
✧・゚: * — he rather likes performing. being onstage with his family, seeing the joy on their fans’ faces, hearing them sing along and chant their names. it almost makes all the difficulties WORTH it. when he’s up there, he can only think about performing. he doesn’t think about anything else, about his pain or his past. just performing. and he doesn’t think there’s anything else in this world that can rival such a feeling.
but as performances end and they all file into the waiting rooms, he’s no longer the charismatic rapper that he is onstage. he’s still just a broken man with broken dreams and a broken heart, with enough pain and suffering to last him several lifetimes. ( he suddenly remembers the first time his father punched him as a child, poor innocent baby shinhyuk didn’t know there would be worse things coming in the future )
and as if the past truly did decide to pull him back into it, his arm is abruptly grabbed and he flinches on impulse. expression hardened, he turns to the other. ❛ what? ❜ he blurts out, and then the recognition hits him. oh—-
❛ i know you. ❜
and he’s not sure whether to talk about his group or their interactions as children. either way, this stranger isn’t exactly a stranger at all.

















