PEDESTAL.
@idhyera
YE JIANHONG IS ONLY HUMAN. though he has chosen for himself a life of exploitation and constant bombardment, he is still fallible. jianhong rarely slept for more than three hours at a time. when imperial was preparing for a comeback, he might as well have not slept at all. his self - inflicted insomnia resulted in his becoming practically a walking corpse. mindlessly perfunctory, he would go through his day as if in a haze. everyone around him had gotten used to it. attempts to dissuade him didn’t man out, and so people had given up. but he often forgot that he was a senior now, that he had to be an example for the younger idols who looked up to him.
if he were more self - aware, he would’ve been better. he’d have recognized that his juniors were promoting at the same time as him, and thus decided to be on his best behavior. he wouldn’t be half - asleep in his chair as the stylists bustled around him, eyelids drooping as he propped his feet up on the only spot in front of him that wasn’t covered in makeup. he wouldn’t have hissed when a stylist tapped him on the shoulder. wouldn’t have blinked himself awake and frowned a little upon seeing someone approach him.
“ what’s this ? ” would not have left his lips --------- a nicer and more encouraging reception would have replaced it. but seeing as he was, of course, running on fumes, what filter usually took residence between his brain and mouth was shot to hell. “ oh ... thank you. ” knowing even in his semi - consciousness that speaking would probably lead to bad things, he closed his mouth and offered a smile instead. well, he tried to, pulling up the corners of his mouth into what turned out to be a sort of grimace. “ what ... which one are you again ? ” he looked down at the album in his hands, brows furrowing. “ sorry --------- what’s your name ? ”
