Forced to be together for the sake of the public eye, Jung Wooyoung and Choi San have been wrapped up in a scheme to bring their parent's million dollar companies together. Wooyoung hates San, and San hates Wooyoung. The arranged relationship was on...
The city lights felt like a blur, moving past in a rapid spin as the car weaved through traffic. It was pouring, the rain streaked against the window at a quickening pace, making the view of the city that much harder to inspect.
Yeosang sat in the backseat of a private vehicle, his phone in his hand, a bag settled next to him. It was nearing eight, every moment trickling closer and closer to a later hour, cast over by the threat of clouds that somehow overhung themselves to hide away the shine of the moon. The passing cars felt like blurs of things, just objects made askew by falling water, streaked across the window in dapples and droplets of rain water.
He tapped on the side of his phone with his fingers, delicately and anxiously, chewing on his lower lip with a breath that seemed all too tense, all too familiar in its unease. Traffic had been a surge of hurdles, left with the driver moving amongst the crowd, carefully weaving through and merging past slower cars, all in search of their exit that seemed to be out of reach.
Yeosang takes a moment, looking down at his phone, tapping his screen in search of new notifications, but it remains void, empty. Yeosang unlocks his phone, his gaze lingering a little too long on his background, studying a picture of Jongho that was taken in a moment of utter private. He was in his studio, composing and writing music, his focus completely glued to the devices and paperwork ahead of him, and despite all of the stress that being an idol brought to him– he was smiling.
That's one of the things Yeosang loved the most about him. He cared, so deeply and so incredibly much, but most of all, he dedicated not only his heart, but his soul, into everything he did, embracing the truth of his nature through every piece and every melody. He wrote for himself, not anyone else, acting alone in his decisions beneath a company that sought to embrace the image he sought to maintain. He wanted to be genuine, to not hide away from the people who supported him through and through. He was so easily engrossed into the things he wrote about; love, dedication, and the hardships that life often wrought. He wanted to appear like glass, a mirror into the soul of someone who chose to walk such a path in the limelight, to be as free as he was able to be, yet constricted by the bounds of a contract he hadn't known if he wanted to sign. He was a lone beacon, burning brightly, attracting a moth to a flame, honing in on the idea that he was just a person, cast beneath the vibrance of flood lights, famed for music that just felt natural to him.
Yeosang was but a single blip in the universe, a fleeting glance, a smile dancing across lips, a moment in time that Jongho must've seen amongst a crowd of unsuspecting fans. It was a random meeting, a chance encounter, and somehow, Yeosang ended up right where he didn't know he should be. Ironically, he wasn't there for Jongho. He was lost in the chaos of fans that had surrounded the hotel in a flurry of admiration and promise in just seeing the male exit his vehicle, and yet the moment they locked eyes, the entire world melted away.
