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Hongjoong ✦ Rockstar

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Published: October 13, 2021
Rewritten: September 13, 2023

Word count: 1,454

I listened to ZITTI E BUONI by Måneskin while writing this one 🥴 I added it for you guys to listen to if you want.

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Music blared through the large speakers in the venue. It was absolutely cramped, so cramped that you could practically feel the heat radiating off everyone's bodies as they jumped to the beat. The show hadn't even started yet, but everyone was already hyped up. Staff walked on and off the stage like worker ants, carrying equipment and setting everything up as the music played, getting everyone pumped for the performance soon to come while also keeping them entertained until setup was complete. Your eyes followed the staff members who placed a few props about the stage and checked the mics.
Minutes felt like hours until finally, the powerful beat of a drum could be heard, the sound thumping heavily in your chest with every hit. Strobe lights flashed and the crowd began to scream out of sheer excitement.
It was time for the show.

Out came the silvery-haired male everyone had been waiting for, his outfit consisting of leather and chains—lots and lots of chains. The crowd of people roared in response, girls squealing and screeching his name at the top of their lungs.

"Kim Hongjoong!"

He strode up to the mic with brazen confidence, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, his brilliant white teeth glimmering under the bright stage lights. His eyes, painted with dark eyeliner and shadow, stared out into the mass of people as he relished in the love and adoration coming from the fans. Bringing a polished hand up to the microphone, he leaned forward slowly, in a taunting way, opening his mouth to say something only to close it and pull away, grinning proudly when the crowd cheered louder.
He thrived off this type of reaction.
The thumping of the drum was accompanied by the low sounds of a bass guitar as the intro to one of his songs started to play. In one swift and sudden movement, he snatched the mic from its stand and started singing.
His smooth and unique voice came through the speakers as everyone jumped up and down to the kick drum beats and heavy electric guitar and bass sounds. The instruments built up, his voice becoming rougher and more gravelly as he sang along, throwing his head back and tapping his foot to the thump of the drum beat.
He pranced around on stage with confidence, swinging his hips and sending cheeky winks to the crowd.

Once the first song finished, he returned to the mic stand, looking out into the sea of people.
"How'd you like that song?" He asked.
The crowd erupted in shouts and screams of approval. He grinned at the feedback.
"For those who don't know me, my name is Hongjoong, and tonight I'm here to play some music for you."
The audience roared in response.
His dark eyes roamed the large mass of adoring fans, his gaze eventually landing on you who stood amongst the giddy supporters crowded in the pit. A sultry smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, holding your gaze for a few drawn-out moments, a burst of butterflies erupted in your stomach in response. Hongjoong's confidence when on stage was more than enough to make you feel dizzy.
"This next song is for someone special in the audience tonight." He gave a quick wink in your direction. "Enjoy."