That night had been an unusual one in his standard. Rarely did he opt out of spending time with other people for remaining at his apartment with his dog. It admittedly left him feeling empty to abstain from his usual comfortable atmosphere. It was not within his right to refuse the offer, what with important staff being involved in the extended invitation. A gathering with people he never laid eyes on prior to that evening. Presumably, it was simply an opportunity to brag to colleagues of their success with their promising trainees “despite being in a hostile, unpredictable industry”, as his parents would put it.
He pushed past the people lost in their own social circles, catching glimpses of their mundane conversations. The deafening drone of the pointless small talk made his ears ring. It was far from the pleasant, unique sensation only achieved from a live performance – the kind that made the entire body pulsate with energy. When Seungbin could feel every note from the bass enter his brain and tickle it in the most pleasant way, that was when he knew euphoria was truly attainable. But he had been brought out of his element to an uncomfortable degree.
Seungbin sauntered up to the door and leaned into it to escape from the stuffy atmosphere. Dozens of bodies crammed into such a small location had the tendency to build heat. Particularly when every drunken patron was constantly filling it with the sound of their own voices. ( Each with their heads full of hot air. ) Once outside, he planted himself on a curb, his legs spread out in front of him as he combed through names in his phone for someone mild-mannered, someone not spent enough time with. He admittedly didn’t recognize half of them, nor recalled when he managed to ask for their sns id. It mattered little when desperation had already kicked in.
He pressed the miniature envelope icon next to a name that sparked something in his brain and began his clumsy typing. “Hey, it’s Seungbin. Are you filming right now? I’m stuck in an unfortunate situation right now and I’m in severe need of rescuing." His thumb frantically backpeddled on the desperation. A tad dramatic.
message sent to contact "lil yeseok".
ㅡ it's seungbin, dude. ur not filming rn are you?
ㅡ bored as hell. wanna come join me?
