when: weekday @ 09:35 pm where: recording studio at kmg entertainment with: @vldkyungho
He was, by far, one that preferred to keep to his cave, the welcoming darkness that while damp and barely lit, was, yes, evidently a warm crevice of the universe where he would string a web and settle in nicely. The walls of such rooms as these held many tales of late nights and restless fits of anxious behavior that split and shivered through his otherwise unsettled form. Lyrics and pieces of composition streamed in one ear and out another, his artistic conscious ablaze while the rest of his being desired nothing more than to rest. Yet on such an evening as this, he found his balance, relaxed on the couch in the studio, cap tipped down to cover closed eyes from the overhead lights.
But he wasn’t napping. Nor was he alone.
How and why the pair had become this... close — if it dare be called such — he wasn’t all too sure. It was no secret he was uncertain of most creatures that posed a possible threat to his career, and while on most occasions he would have told a rookie to scram... He’d found a soft(ish) spot for the young man. Well, perhaps even “softish” was far too generous, for even so he often regretted spending time with anyone outside of Seona and Seungyong, but that was to no fault of the other person... Well, perhaps that wasn’t quite true either.
“So,” came a soft hum, word laced in sleepiness as his lips struggled to suppress a yawn, then covered with a palm. He tried again, hands folded again on his lap. “So what are your plans?”
For the night, for the future. Whatever worked. The gears in his head turned slowly at this hour.