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kibum is too drunk to think clearly. his judgment is clouded by spite and a bruised ego feeling. he’s the walking cliché of a rising troubled star and ain’t that pathetic? so he is annoyed at himself, at the things that remind him of stupidity, of pretension. he is not careful.
there comes a young man whom the singer recognizes from some live shows when he started. he is a fan kibum couldn’t care less about, but he is also something else and he shines with a youth kibum wants to destroy. so the singer lashes out and he is vicious; there is an ugly sneer in his face and a whole lot of poison in his tone.
but then, the boy doesn’t react like kibum wanted him to. he is not unfazed, but he is also not crying. kibum wonders. there is derisiveness in his response. it is actually quaint. the half-angel tilts his head, spite and the effect of too much alcohol momentarily forgotten.
❝ you are not here by accident, there are hundred of fans out there and none of them has gotten as close as you just did. ❞
the singer narrows his eyes, arms crossing against his chest. it is a second, if he was human he would have missed it: he sees that little glint flashing in the younger’s eyes. now he is curious.
swaying a bit on his feet, he steps back, bumping against the wall and he leans against it, sharp hazel orbs focusing on the youth.
❝ starstruck? ❞ he quirked an eyebrow. ❝ you admit you’re starstruck yet you have not hesitated in your speaking once. you’ve caught my attention if that’s what you were aiming for. so tell me, what are you actually doing here? ❞
