♮Idol au
♮"I don't think I can do it."
"Of course you can, I believe in you.
Don't worry, okay?
I'll be right here backstage for you."
Book 3 in the Dreaming series
Book cover: @ chaaxou on instagram
I'm begging for you to take my hand wreck my plans, that's my man
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Leant against the cold wall, stood Jisung with his phone in hand, scrolling through as he waited alone. Staff members and trainees walked past him, all busy with their own lives.
He looked around, watching as some hurried along the hallway, others strolling leisurely. As he observed, he wondered what circumstances those around him were in, why were they rushing with such urgency?
Jisung often watched others, interested in how their lives were.
Sometimes he wished that he could experience a different life just for a while, just to know how it is.
He returned his gaze to his phone, eyes latched onto the three bubbles appearing on the chat, waiting as his girlfriend typed. A smile already appeared on his lips, anticipating her reply.
Her texts came in all one after another as she was telling him about how she had overslept today and how rushed she had been.
Jisung turned, leaning his whole back against the wall as he began to text her back, in his own bubble that he was no longer observing those around him.
With an excited spring in her step, the girl picked up her pace as she approached in his direction, happy to see him here alone.
She had a big lovesick grin on her face, making sure to comb her fingers through her hair and adjust the red bow in her hair.
He was stood looking at his phone, waiting for Hayun to reply. The girl reached out once she came to a stop in front of him, hand resting on his warm skin of his arm, causing him to flinch at the sudden intrusion.
She smiled up at him, hoping it looked pretty to him. He looked at her, taking a small step back, retracting his arm. His eyes no longer a reflection of love and warmth. "Oh...Chowon." He said, glancing away from the girl to his phone. "Jisung, hey." She beamed. "How are you?"
"I'm good. Just waiting for someone."
Chowon didn't take the hint. She leaned closer, her eyes locking onto his. "Oh, really?" She edged even closer, her smile widening. "You know, Jisung, I've always admired how hardworking you are. It's really attractive."
