𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 —
written for 𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ( @hdriyan ) ♡
The villa smelled like new money and chlorine.
Seungho barely had time to peel his hoodie off before a camera operator swung around the corner like they were chasing an Oscar. He gave a slight nod, polite, camera-friendly, and stepped into their living room like he belonged there. He didn't. Not really. Not yet. But faking it? That, he could do.
Los Angeles air had this weird kind of weightlessness to it. The kind that made you forget how heavy the next few weeks were about to be. Trainee showcase. Challenges. Everything on steroids. He dropped his bag by the couch and clocked the other arrivals in quick glances. Everyone looked either jetlagged or desperate not to show it. He could respect that.
A glass door slid open with a clack behind him; cue Riyan, looking like someone peeled him off the cover of a fashion mag and dropped him in California sun. Seungho had only seen clips, profiles, a little too-perfect highlight reel. Seeing him now, in real-time, in real space, was… disarming. The dude had swag. "Yo." Seungho gave a nod, easygoing, careful not to stare too long. "They told us we're supposed to go shopping soon. Room stuff. Personality or whatever. You down to come with?"
















