parties weren’t joosung’s entertainment of choice. in his experience, most of them were filled with people getting drunk and finding someone to make out with. his experience may have been largely accounted for by movie portrayals, but he counted it as experience nonetheless.
a party hosted by bc entertainment was another story all together. he’d swear it was like a genie read his dream diary and based his wishes off of that. being in the midst of promotions, there was no way his social fear could let him flake out on going, as the fear of ‘manager yelling’ outweighed it. that said, even the thought of going had stars in joosung’s eyes. he imagined lavish halls and glittering smiles of idols engaged in cultured discussion. in reality, it was closer to the movie portrayal.
the first few minutes were awkward. after a failed attempt at finding his members, joosung made his way to sit in a secluded corner. he was halfway through a text to his mum when bee’s shake it came on, and before even the first verse was over, sweat beaded on his brow. all of his anxieties washed away and were replaced by thumping beats overtaking the movement of his body.
after his muscles began to ache and his breathing was continuously labored, joosung took a water break. he needed it, but his adrenaline was pulsating and pulling him back to the dance floor. the pull was magnetic, and the sight narrow, just so that he fully knocked himself into someone and spilled his water all over them. it took a good second for joosung’s brain to catch up with what was happening, and by then, probably too late, he shouted out a cracked, “i’m sorry,” and uselessly tried to wipe the wetness off of the other person.
