It'd been a couple of days since the event at the Jeons' residence, turns out Sanghyuk and Ahn go way back, not that Seol'd ever known, and the heavily stigmatized announcement was revealed to be a company move. Being such a skilled musician, Jungkook gained a lot of attention from all over, but some well-respected, high-quality agencies - worthy of Sir Jeon's time - from Voreumyan were interested in training him to debut under their labels. It's no surprise to hear the Jeons, much like the Nas, were very money and business-oriented.
Seol, being a secondary ruler of Voreumyan, often visited the companies to watch the idols living out his dreams he'd never be able to do so himself. I hear you, 'Why can't he? He's literally royalty there?' - Because his father would never allow it. He never believed in Seol as a singer and frankly saw him as a setback to the family; a disappointment. After all, all past members of the family wanted the same thing; to maintain the family business. Yet, here he was wanting to be a performer. Ridiculous.
Seol liked watching and giving the trainees and idols tips though, he could at least pass his knowledge and dreams to someone capable with the same ambitions, and that felt good. It was much more satisfactory of his time than watching the people his parents saw as nothing more than cheap labour, working away under their command.
At times, Seol would hide in a cloud of patented fog - primarily just a product of perspiration - behind lawn care equipment with a large tote bag of food draped over his shoulder. He couldn't just stand there and watch these people's stomachs screaming at them while unhinged capitalism takes its toll. It was hard sneaking into the workers' quarters, but Seol knew having to choose between food and a roof over your head was harder, and his morality threaded deeper than the cruelty of his oh so perfect parents who're blinded by the haze of narcissistic delusion they refuse to face.
It was an early Monday morning the next week when he was getting ready for school, brushing through the obnoxiously long mane parted down the middle on his head. He stared at his reflection in... well, dysphoria. He couldn't say he found his body morbidly disgusting, it was just so distasteful to look at every day with a brain that differs from it. He faced the mirror sideways-on and covered his chest with his hands, sliding them down to his waist. Flat. Why can't it be flat? Frankly, he was tired of the verging broken ribs being sacrificed so he could look as close to how he wanted to as possible, but even that's not enough. There is still a protrusion. He knew the only way to rid such inconvenience were things majorly out-of-bounds. So this will have to do. Ahn walked in looking for a fire to ignite.
"Seolhee, I called in sick for you, you won't be going to school today."
"What? Why?"
"You will be showing Jungkook around Dare Entertainment today. I told him to meet you there by eight, so it's good you're up."
Seol practically flipped his room upside down in search of his phone to find it still resting on his nightstand. He turned it on and read the time '7:42'.
"Are you kidding me? You couldn't have told me sooner? Or scheduled it later? It's a twenty-minute drive, father." he began frantically pacing to prepare what he needed.
"Don't talk to me like that, and no, I couldn't, as I was busy slaving away to make your breakfast." Ahn pointed at the very evidently rushed 'breakfast' displayed on a thirty-year-old plate that had suffered many years in the hands of these fiends, its face holding a strip of very light pink bacon and a sloppy couple of eggs, balancing on your dresser. I'm not too sure those are safe to eat, Mr Na.
"And, I didn't think it'd be a problem, seeing as you'd be up for school anyway."
'Unfortunately, I can't eat your half-assed attempt to apologise and/or distract me, as there isn't enough time.' Seol thought.
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"Hi, Miss Na here, could you tell me where Jeon Jungkook is?" Seol asked the lady at the front desk.
"Yes, ma'am. Sir Min has just directed him to studio 3." she smiled.
"Thank you." he smiled back and shot to the production room. He gently opened the door to see Jungkook had already made himself comfortable and began singing in the recording area.
He was singing "Moonlight" by Chase Atlantic. It was your most-played on SoundCloud, right next to Jungkook's cover of 'Lost Stars' by Adam Levine. Because who doesn't go to SoundCloud solely to cry or look for edit audios to pretend they're the hot protagonist in a film? I don't know anyone of the sort, aside from those mediocre rappers who think they own a global platform, that's a different story.
The words fled his mouth so effortlessly; like he was born to sing. Seol decided not to interrupt, instead, sitting in front of the glass and listening in admiration. Jungkook's voice, and really his vibe as a whole, fit the song so well. He shifted the song slightly to fit his style and he pulled it off so skilfully, just the sound could paint a canvas of electric purples and blues before your eyes. He of course still needed training, you don't debut as an idol overnight (that is unless you are Olivia Hye). Eventually, the song came to an end, that's when he opened his eyes and registered Seol's presence.
"Hey! Sorry, I was just-"
"Don't be sorry, that was great, and I'm sorry for being late."
"No problem! I hope I wasn't crossing a line, making myself so at-home."
"Of course not," Seol laughed, "you certainly seem to fit in well. Your voice is so authentic and stable, not a lot of people can do that without immense amounts of training, you know."
"Thank you." Jungkook laughed off. He walked into the production area and sat down next to Seol. Theye talked for a while about the different staff who work in these rooms, then spent the rest of the day touring the building Seol knew way too much about for a visitor. It was his dream place of work. Jungkook seemed to like it too, at least from what he could tell - not that it was any of his business- he seemed way too intrigued by one of the trainee rappers. Once the clock struck 5, you and Jungkook were leaving the building, coffees in hand.
"So, if you do move closer to this area, will you be attending OQA?"
OQA is the name of the district's school.
"Yeah, I was planning on it anyway. My cousin attends OQA, it'd be good to have people I know in school."
"Ah, yeah. Where do you study right now?"
"I'm home-schooled. There aren't so many schools around where I live, and OQA seems less stigmatised around the whole 'superior complex' thing; seeing as you seem to get on okay."
"You keep to yourself, you get the same treatment back." he smiled.
Jungkook stayed quiet for a while, before "Doesn't it get a little lonely?"
"Huh?"
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hey guys :) my dog died. how awfully cliché for a wattpad writer. must be the works of the dark reunion. anyway that's why updates have been slow. i've tried to keep up with editing though, my tiktok & instagram is boymeetscvil . i started a new wattpad account for non-kpop poetry, it's @fuzzyworks if anyone's interested :D
