his ears were ringing, the rest of the world muted out by just how loud it had been in the concert venue as the sudden quietness of hit as beomseok dragged jeongun out of the crowded venue. the performance continued on, the final song on its last chorus and in order to escape from there after it ended, he had slipped out a little bit earlier than necessary to avoid the crowds, fingers linking through the male’s beside him and pulling him along up the aisles as everybody continued to scream-sing and dance along. his body practically buzzed with excitement, the starstruck feeling something he still hadn’t gotten rid of despite almost a decade of being the youngest sibling to not one, but TWO idols within YBS Entertainment’s company. each step was almost like a bounce, the excitement building as he flashed his stage pass at the burly men standing guard in front of the doors which led to the backstage area. “ i don’t know how, maybe just years of attending concerts but i timed our exit PERFECTLY. “ his voice was hoarse, cracking a bit as he spoke due to all the screaming and yelling he’d done himself as the venue halls quickly starting to fill up while they slipped into the back and almost unconsciously leading them to the idol’s dressing room.
he had barely sat down in the chair in front of the makeup table when the door swung open, a loud “ kwa. . . g! “ ringing out against the walls, the male who the voice came from, eyes widening and hand flying up to his throat as his voice gave out on him as he yelled. “ did you really leave for my set early just to come into my dressing room and mispronounce my name? “ the other teased. it was almost immediate that his stage presence left the rapper, the hard, attention-demanding, and confident aura that he held on stage gone as he now sat curled in the chair, the boots that gave him a good couple of inches to his height kicked off and knees curled tight to his chest and making him smaller than he already was. “ shut up, my voice is wrecked. “ beomseok complained, voice cracking as he spoke, releasing jeongun’s hand to go drop himself onto the couch. “ i’d hug you but you’re disgustingly sweaty and i don’t do sweat. “ beomseok said. kwang rolled his eyes, foot against the dressing room table as he rocked back and forth carefully in the chair he sat in. “ so, “ he started, head turning to look at jeongun. “ i know that one, “ he said, pointing a finger at beomseok. “ has been to an unfair amount of concerts, so i don’t care what he has to say -— “ beomseok whined loudly at this comment, earning an eye roll from kwang. “ but did you enjoy the show? “ he asked curiously, resting his cheek against the top of his knees, the look of a puppy who was waiting patiently and excitedly for a treat after doing a good job on his face.
