status: closed with @hanbitfmd location: busan festival
seeing as the boy knows he will be stuck in this place until his members collectively decide to go back, joohwan takes the opportunity to walk around the festival before blue’s game starts. he feels ridiculous, showing up solely because he’s been in a good enough mood to attempt some niceties towards his members. it’s silly for he reckons they wouldn’t even have missed him if he hadn’t showed up, wouldn’t expect him to be here anyway, and joohwan is making this effort for absolutely nothing. but at least the sand feels good under his feet, the shorts he’s wearing exposing his legs to the summer heat that doesn’t seem to go away no matter how late it is. he’d even dare walking by the water, but it’s too crowded in that direction and the last thing the boy wants is for people to start bothering him. the dancer takes that into consideration, deciding to walk back to where he last saw his members, when he steps on something that immediately has him letting out a curse, his leg recoiling by instinct. his eyes fall to the broken glass bottle lying forgotten on the sand and the thin trail of blood running down his foot, the pain not even registering with the level of his anger. “ hijo de- hey, you, ” he calls out to a boy standing with his back to him. “ do you have a water bottle or something? ”
