“Solo” had always been a part of his vocabulary. Solo fighting, solo standing, solo surviving and struggling. A four letter word used to bolster each of his limbs, a push and shove that drove him forward like a rushing wind and coursing stream.
Head up, chest
out, chin
raised to the
heavens
Yet dark eyes looked downward, drifting and sifting through the sands of time and well-wishes from friends and fans, both of which filled the empty sort of feeling his chest, the place where a heart was to lie but had been swept away by wearing worries and uncertainty that crept underneath well-kept skin laced in ink.
“Solo” meant alone, to continue on as a separated individual, but even he — Ki.P of Legion, Ki.P the rapper, Ki.P the soloist — knew that “solo” would never be just that. Just like each letter of the word, there was a member of Legion there to support him, to push him forward.
Sitting on the floor of the room had turned into a quick stand at the leader’s request, eyes closed as he rose, clapping a hand over his eyes once truly on his feet. What was to come, he wasn’t too sure, but there was a soft hum in the room, the slight smell of something burning that reminded him of candles in autumn and winter. The smoke reminded him of struggling, of push-back and persistence, yet a sense of calm rushed through his veins this time. This time there was no need to worry.
The exclamation — despite expected — caused the rapper to jump in slight, a mild look of bewilderment across his face as his hand dropped to his side and dark eyes glanced at all of the faces in the room. Familiar faces, especially the one that stood at the forefront, grin in place as a cake displayed congratulations and candles.
As the leader requested a specific wish, the young man saw there no reason not to oblige, bringing the wish to fruition before blowing out the candles. With the smoke gently rising, a smile crept across his face, despite how his lips fought to prevent it from spreading. The empty space in his chest now swelled with pride.
Yet words were hard to come by.
“If your wish was to give me a heart attack you almost succeeded,” Jiyong joked, smiling and offering a bow of thanks to those who had gathered. Eyeing the cake, the rapper glanced at Moonsan. “Shall we cut that up for everyone?”
Cake had never really been his thing, often preferring fruit over other sweets, and he most certainly didn’t want to the dessert to go to waste. As for himself? Well, he’d have a bite just to show his thanks.
“Please, I would love to share it with all of you.”
there was profound admiration for the older member rooted deep within the leader of the four boy group. cemented on his skin in the shape of a single symbolic stick figure out of a set of four that rested atop of his ribs, as alive and prominent as ever during the new era that rose for legion as a whole.
it forced a relatively big switch in perspective — hearing the voice of one of his members through the screen of the television rather than standing in front of the camera beside jiyong proved to be a culture shock the first time sangwook experienced it. a pleasant one, nevertheless, the leader’s pride swelling at the idea of the remaining legion members grasping onto opportunities to come into their own within the industry. meanwhile, fingertips tingled in an undying need to entertain each chance, whether it would be leaving his phone looping music through the night, posting about individual efforts on sns or simply showing up with cake at hand.
as a leader, as a member, as a friend and maybe even as a younger brother, moonsan wanted to be there.
“it takes all the might i have in me not to somehow aim this at your face,“ a mischievous laugh followed, small joyful wrinkles forming along crescent eyes. no more but an empty promise, as moonsan immediately moved to set the confectionery masterpiece down on the closest surface available. which just happened to be a bench, beating the table by at least three meters. “but i love and respect you, so i’m not gonna do it today. practice is probably sticky as it is.”
cake was common ground for many celebrations, moonsan making it his duty to share a piece with everyone around before approaching jiyong with a small piece on a paper plate. “here,” the offer extended along with his hand. “you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want it. this is more symbolic anyway, you know how i get with these things.” tone matched a light sparkle dancing in the glossy gaze, suggesting no offence in the case of jiyong refusing the sweet. the leader always held a tendency of entertaining traditions, ones accepted by the general public or made up by legion alike. perhaps he was a little more emotionally available that he’d ever considered.
“we should do something fun to celebrate, though.” we? well, sangwook. jiyong. legion. it fit no matter which way one looked at it. “of course, not right now, we can wait until the schedule clears. i’ll gladly sponsor any crazy wish you might have.” it’s a promise the younger well-intended to keep, evident by the press of his hand against his chest. forgotten for the hour once the limb fell back into place and the jolly expression was replaced by wide-eyed wonder. “so how does it feel? is it weird?” it left his mouth before moonsan could grasp the leader vs. youngest switch in his head, leading function in hibernation for the singular moment in time.