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1991 | s, sk _________________________
and so he too put on his mask and joined the pretenders in their cause
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note | unedited and super long
nervous.
that was the best way to describe the way jungkook felt as he stood by the curb in front of michi's apartment complex. the suit he's in is worth thousands, made of some dark designer material with a complimentary silk red tie - arata had sent it of course, with a note that said "best wishes to my favorite singer!" and so many smiley faces it made jungkook's head spin when yui showed it to him. still, it made him smile because it was so arata, and though he didn't want to admit it, jungkook felt a bit lost without the older man. it was weird not having him swarming around like a storm, reading off schedules like a record player, and dragging out his syllables in a whine that made everyone in the nearby vicinity roll their eyes. it was all so arata, and jungkook actually missed it, no matter how annoying.
he hopes that arata will be back soon, and ryuu too.
he hopes that this is all a dream, and he'll blink soon, the facade will shatter, and he'll actually be on stage in nagasaki, and this all will have been some sort of coke induced reverie.
but he knows that isn't what this is. this was his reality - a warped, fucked up time span ruled by machines created by a government who smiled in the faces of its citizens while simultaneously ruining their lives behind their backs.
and now, jungkook had to play nice with that very same government, or rather, the president's younger sister, park minhye. jungkook doesn't know much about minhye, not even after a thirty minutes worth of a flash card presentation yui had given him mere moments ago. yui was in some sort of restrained panic, amped up on two iced coffees, she'd dressed jungkook like he was a two year old incapable of helping himself, fixed his hair, and forced several pieces of toasts down his throat in the span of half an hour, all the while forcing more information in his brain than jungkook could really process. so he had merely blinked owlishly at her in response, realizing that instead of the storm that was arata, he was experiencing the yui storm instead.
"first things first, whatever you do, don't mention ryuu or anything about the rebellion. if minhye or anyone else does first then it's okay. don't panic. if minhye mentions it, give a hesitant smile, look uncomfortable and she will sense it and change the subject. if someone else mentions it, just stay silent and look embarrassed." she had instructed, "minhye wants to be singer herself, in fact she's obsessed with the idea. if the need arises and someone puts you on spot about the rebellion, tell minhye that you have a tip for her about being a singer and she should shut the person trying to put you on the spotlight down to hear it. also, try to be a bit touchy with her: brush your arm against hers when you walk, look into her eyes when you can, and though i don't think i need to tell you this, be a gentleman, open her car door, win a stuffed animal for her, you get it, don't you? when it's time for president park's speech, you two will need to find an open space in the crowd so the paparazzi can get a good shot of you two. look directly at the president and try to pay attention to his speech, looked shocked when you need to, nod when it's appropriate. don't leave the carnival until it's about to close."
