#p:reminiscing

[krxchaeyoung-blog]

reminiscing ; r&j

@krxjongdae

It wasn’t normally like rose to ask for favors, much less when it came to work at the nightclub. Normally she could be seen as a highly stubborn woman with an aptitude for intelligence and independence, but when it came to the task given to her at hand she had lost of those characteristics.

“Why the hell couldn’t Sooyoung do it himself....he does know I’m no handyman right?” Rose grumbled softly under her breath, her eyes cast downward as she rounded a street corner quickly. A small closed box, filled to the brim with whatever sort of treats lay inside, was grasped tightly in between Rose’s hands. The letters KJ were found written in large black letters on the top of it.

Her feet were quick against the pavement, her eyes latched on the cracks on the sidewalk as she hopped over them. A slight twist in her body caused one of the many black belts wrapped around her torso to pull a little too tightly, rubbing harshly against the smooth white feathers of her wings. They were hidden yes, and to her it was a pain to walk around with them strapped to her back every day. But society demanded (of course) absolute perfection so here she is now, wincing slightly in pain as tears slightly fill her eyes, fogging her view. She wipes them quickly away from her face with the back of her hand, a sigh flowing through her lips as she continues walking.

And then suddenly she’s at her destination. She stops, standing outside two large double-doors that lead to Jongdae’s apartment building. Entering, she walks over to the elevators and walks over to a newly arrived one. It was a quick trip, the building not being that tall with not many floors.

It comes to a stop, the doors opening up to the third floor corridor of apartments. It’s quiet, but in the distance she can hear rock music blasting behind closed doors. She smiles, probably Jongdae.

She continues down the hallway and stops in front of #301 the source of the noise being apparent as she heard high-pitched singing on the other side. Bringing one of her hands up, she raps her knuckles loudly against the wooden door, calling out for her friend.

“Jongdae, jesus christ, open the door!”

[rkxrm]

Reminiscing Before the Day ||

They would officially debut in a few days. September 28th. The end of the month. He had been thinking of this for almost a long time and now that they were here at this stage, Namjoon was convinced that all their hardship was worth it. In a few days, they would be on stage. Performing as an official group in kt. Their debut had been a hard-fought road and something that Namjoon would treasure for a long time.

Initially upon joining KT and signing his contract for the first time, he had been convinced that maybe it was the wrong place for him. As time wore on and on, Namjoon second guessed his spot in the company. With people always joining that were so much better than him, he’d been forced to innovate, learn more, and become better. The first few years he’d been quite frivolous and taking things easy, but when he had realized that he could be easily surpassed if he didn’t commit, Namjoon dedicated himself to being better.

Now at the point of their debut, on the brink of days when everything will change, Namjoon spent the day reminiscing. It was still very surreal. Like at any moment he could be told that he wasn’t good enough and that he was being replaced in the group. He’d think that the whole time until their debut and even after.

He’d always feared that he wasn’t good enough. Maybe it was the inner voice telling him that he’d never amount to anything or maybe it was the constant pressure from his family. To be on the brink of debut, it just reaffirmed to Namjoon that his goals and dreams were finally coming true. That his decision to stick around for another two years was correct. Even signing the nsg contract on his birthday was somewhat surreal still. It hadn’t all quite sunk into him that this was happening and that he was here.

He still second guessed himself but at least, this would be the pull in the right direction. Maybe once he got back into his original life of acting and modelling, he would be back to normal.