cold reality.
with @idxnoah at sbs cafeteria, mid gayo daejun rehearsals
there is something to be said about how at home aroon feels in situations like this, when they are thrown somewhere and told to rehearse for hours and hours. this, perfecting their dance, checking up the mics and marking their positions, this is what he likes. this is what he signed up for. the thrill that will come later on, when he performs and hears the crowd singing along, the screechy sounds when he shows up on camera.
not a day goes by in which aroon isn’t sure that this is what he was born to do. he was born to be an entertainer. and sure, there is the bad side, there were the years of training and uncertainty, there are the long hours of work, the lack of sleep and privacy, so many things that make it terrible, but so many things that are addictive in ways aroon couldn’t describe if asked to.
at least now they are given time to rest before the actual ceremony starts. and sure, aroon dreads sitting there for god knows how long, pretending to enjoy groups he never paid attention to so he is not called rude later, but there is the performance to make it all worth, or so he thinks.
he has no idea of where the other titanium members are, so aroon decides to eat something by himself before they have to start preparing. the caferia is crowded, noise of chattering filling the place as people meet with friends and relax together.
after buying his food aroon looks for a place to sit when he sees noah. there is a faint memory of the last time they met, at the party, both too drunk to remember what they were doing. or so aroon thought then, because now he remembers details of their conversation, and it was a plesant one, or as pleasant as complaining about your life can be.
so he walks over to noah, a smile on his lips. “hey there, do you mind if i sit here?” aroon asks, gesturing with his tray to the empty seat in front of the imperial member. “all the other tables are taken.”
















