【 T H E S H O W M U S T G O O N F O R @daltaehyun 】
preciosity was always found in the smallest things – the comfort of a heated establishment after long minutes of braving through the wintery breeze and snow crystals, the rich flavor of dark coffee, with nothing to taint it’s purity other than thin air as he blew the condensed moisture in hopes to rescue his tongue from a burnt, the privacy that the last table in the cozy café provided, away from malicious comments and cruelly intended eavesdroppers, the liberty it brought, allowing the bassist to share a laugh and more without the conceal of his face behind hospital masks and larger hoods and the inestimable company of a dear friend.
if he was to be completely honest, rien would undoubtedly affirm that the one thing he resented from the consequences of his raising fame had brought upon him was the fact that he had to spend less time with the rare people he cherished and more time in between interviews, and more recently, variety shows for the promotion of his acting projects. an inferno was easily ignited underneath his skin, bloodstream boiling in rage at the constant comparisons of his work and an idol status, and as much as he had recently acquired quite the handful of idol friends, he was not an idol – he did not dance on stage with flashy clothes, he did not trusted his heart and soul into the hands of a management company that profited more of his blood, sweat and tears than his own pocket did, he was not restricted in pursuing the dreams that had him chose music in the first place, for he had surely not forgot from where he had come from, and he was definitely not a role model to the youth of this country or any other country in this wild world for that matter.
a heavy sigh escaped his parted lips, tense broad shoulder raised and fell as he sought the relief of his muscle through the nonchalant shrugs of his shoulders, the corners of his lips bent upwards in a lopsided grin, amusement evidently brimming the sunset colored pools of his orbs as he raised one of his large palms as to catch the other’s attention. perhaps, there was another thing that enraged the bassist as much, the recent crescent amount of insane sesaeng to cross his way, and that would be funny if it wasn’t a tragedy.
“check this out, mate! so, i had to go to jeju island on a filming schedule for my newest drama, and everything was going smoothly, we had just landed and we were going to be based on this very recluse resort for the filming, the ocean breeze was fresh and there were hardly any guests or fans in the place, or so i had thought. obviously, i got my card and moved up to load my things in the room and review the script before we shoot the first scene, but as soon as i got through the door a girl in nothing but a towel popped from inside the closet area.” the roughness of his deep baritone was shed in mirth as his chuckles reverberated through most of his words, head shaking in his own disbelief to the words spoken, as if he was reliving that exact moment as he retold it for the other. “apparently, he had gained access to the reservation list the staff had made and discovered where my room was, hyun-ah. all i know is that i closed the door as fucking quickly as i had opened and stopped a bellman on my way to the elevator as i told him ‘i don’t know if she comes with the room, but there is a naked lady in my closet’, he was horrified to say the lea-…”
the bassist curt himself short as he reached forward, large palms resting on the shorter male’s back as he allowed his hand to hit the other’s back, rubbing and tapping the middle of his shoulders blades in hopes to relief his respiratory system for any obstructions. “bloody fucking hell, you alright there, mate?” his eyebrows were frowned in upmost concern, as his free hand had quickly reached the other another napkin. relief was obvious in the way oxygen left his lungs in a deep sigh, the long strands of his hair moving upwards to affectionately ruffle the soft strands of the other’s hair. “yeah, i swear to you that was exactly what happened and that’s the reason as to why i have to now answer questions about why a girl in a towel was dragged kicking and screaming from my hotel room. how are you doing, though? want me to order anything for you to drink?”