#vldjuno chats

[jiyongvld]

when: 2020.07.06 @ 2:30 pm where: manjanggul cave, jeju  with: @vldjuno

It wasn’t every day they were given the opportunity to explore parts of the world that were deemed “world heritage sites”. Now while that wasn’t to say that there weren’t also a few in the Seoul area, it was safe to say that many of them may have never been able to visit this very one if it weren’t for this trip. Manjanggul Cave was said to be over two and a half million years old, a number he could comprehend but barely fathom. How was a thing to remain seemingly untouched and intact after so many years, decades, and millennia? Idols could barely exit their own residences without some kind of disturbance, and so the fact that this work of nature was able to last all of this time was incredible.

“Can you even image what two and a half million years is like?” the rapper asked his companion, glancing up from the pamphlet he’d picked up on the way in. Despite the installed lights it was still a rather dim space, which only seemed to cause the young man to push his glasses back up his nose, brows scrunched together as if it were to aid in reading the fine print. The Legion member fiddled with his lip ring, cocking a brow as he looked back to Juno. He smiled. “What do you think? Looks pretty good for being over two million years, huh?”

[deoksuvld]

when: 2019.12.11 @ 12:00 pm where: café, seoul what: coffee / lunch break with: @vldjuno​

KMG had made sure to let him know that all bets were off when it came to further stalling his next comeback. With it being over a year and a half since releasing any new music, the company increased their pressure on the topic, and he could only image when they’d have him return to the industry in a fashion FANgs expected.

But until then he sat quietly, watching idly by as his hoobaes clawed their ways to the top of charts he had once sat rather pretty on. A few of his songs circulated back through every time and again, but for the most part it had been a number of months since he’d rocketed back to even the top five. Now, that wasn’t to say he’d been by any means forgotten: how could they forget him? With the BLCKSPDR scandals like a decaying albatross around his neck, people could smell the bad blood whenever he entered a room, it seemed.

Yet since those days — the ones he dared call full of glory — had been laid to rest nearly seven year ago, but the public seemed to posses the memory of an elephant. They didn’t care if he’d changed for the better, and in truth he couldn't blame them: it wasn’t like he cared all too much for them these days either.

Legs crossed at the ankles, the soloist leaned against the back of the café chair. Bare palms hugged a warm coffee mug as it hovered just inches above his chest, dark eyes observing the young man across from him. They’d interacted a number of times over the years, but Juno had rarely been able to get much out of him. It wasn’t anything personal.

“So,” the jeweler’s son began, thumbing the side of his nose before returning to grip the cup, “How’s your month looking? They have you running around?"