﹙ @cometprose cont. from here. ﹚
《 ※ 》 THOSE WORDS SPOKE volumes to him. Being absolutely restricted to doing things how other people wanted and now how he wanted — to not be given free reign of his creativity and just allow the creative juices to flow out from his fingertips. But he supposed that’s why he never gave up dance. It was his outlet to be as innovative as he wanted to be, without having anyone to tell him ‘no,’ or ‘it didn’t fit the concept.’ Sangcheol could relate, so much. Granted, their career paths weren’t the same. Sidhe was an idol and he was just some employee at a graphic design studio. The hardships that the younger male must have faced were most likely more detrimental physically, mentally and emotionally than the ones that Cheol had to encounter. But this was the least he could do — be there. ❝ I can understand that it’s hard now and it’ll be hard for awhile … ❞ What was he even trying to say? There’s a hint of frustration in his expression as brows knit and lips thin. ❝ Just know that, I’ll be here to support you the entire way through. ❞ A hand reaches out to place a gentle pat on the other male’s shoulders once. Twice. Followed by a light squeeze of his shoulders. It was admirable, really. That Sidhe had made it this far. To go the distance when a large amount of people would have just given up all together; packed their bags and go home. Features soften and Sangcheol tilts his head slightly to one side. ❝ What sort of songs would you want to write, though? ❞
