rain again.
with @idjinsung at the kjh building { detail your character doing a vlive broadcast } they say tomorrow is another sunrise, those rainclouds tell me otherwise
it’s never a coincidence that gun’s vlives are usually about ten minutes long and not much more if he can swing it. he just hates doing them. can even name a million and one reasons why. but the number one reason is:
where’s jinsungie? ㅠㅠㅠ
it’s not just jinsung they ask for, to be fair, but more often than not it is. enough that he notices it more than most. and what’s worse is they don’t ask for jinsung because they don’t want to see gun, but because:
gunwoo looks bored without his sunshine ㅋㅋ someone call jinsung quick ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
he hates humoring them. so, he doesn’t. “wow, the comments are going by so fast i can’t even read them,” he answers instead, voice scratchy, a quiet laugh following soon after. at least it’s only half a lie. he leans forward in his studio’s chair, eyes squinted as he tries to hold and stop the comments flying by to read them. unsurprisingly, he lands on a bunch of short phrases in english and yet another jinsung comment. annoyance is all he feels now, lips almost betraying the emotion live on camera before he catches himself, forces out a laugh of sorts and a click of his tongue.
“why do you all want to see jinsung? is my handsome face too much for your weak hearts already? it’s only been eight minutes,” he teases, all while he reaches for his phone and pushes himself up out of his chair. he still hates humoring them, hates perpetuating a ship he desperately wants sunk, but it’s only getting harder to swallow the sharp words sitting at the edge of his tongue -- and, so, “okay, okay, let’s go find him.” he slips out of his studio, calling out jinsung’s name for their goddamn entertainment as he walks through the halls of the kjh building in search of the last person on earth he wants to see.
gun’s about to give up when, like clockwork, he spots a familiar head of brown hair dancing around the practice room and barges in. he angles the camera to try and get them both in frame, only to end up with just his eyes and black baseball cap showing and a full body shot of a very sweaty jinsung looking half confused by the sudden intrusion. good enough, gun figures. he didn’t want to do this stupid live anyway. “they wanted to see you,” he deadpans by way of both greeting him and introducing him to the viewers.