𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍. || k.jw & k.hb [✔️]

i wonder ≫ 21

≫ kim jiwon

As I stared at the endless luggage passing by on the conveyer belt, thousands of thoughts ran through my head, some of my thoughts were relatives that I'd have to visit again, old friends that I may bump into, but there was only one thing that stood out. Hanbin. I wonder what he's doing nowadays.

I fiddled with the small notebook in my hand, my notebook of lyrics. I wonder what Hanbin thinks of me now, after leaving him just like that.  I wonder what he thinks of me being an artist. I'm not much of a big one, I just rap to my own beats and such. I wonder if he still remembered me. I snapped myself out of my thoughts, I luckily saw my luggage and grabbed it.

With my backpack slung on my shoulders, my luggage dragging behind me and my notebook in hand that held my passport. I trudged though the bustling crowd in the airport. People leaving and coming into this place, millions of memories have been created, some would be reunion, some would be separation, some would be destination, and mine would be... contemplation? I dunno, anymore.

My mom wanted me to move back to Korea again, she says that I'll be able to express myself more here, knowing the fact that I was used to speaking in Korean as a young kid and all of my lyrics are written in Korean, although I don't think it's really great since I rarely spoke nor wrote in that language in quite while, like my first few years in America, I had to talk in English, which is also another language that I wasn't good at.  Although I had the midst of it, but I still avoided people because of that, I was sure that they'd make fun of me.

I wonder, if this was how Hanbin felt back then... always wary of judgement, looks and stares.

"Hanbin-ah... I wonder if you're even alive, I'm really worried and I miss you but I have a feeling deep in my heart that you forgot me." Mumbling my thoughts under my breath, as I walked out of the airport.

≫ kim hanbin

In an empty recording room is where I reside my thoughts, a notebook placed on top of the desk with a small mechanical pencil that laid over it. Empty notebook, thousand thoughts and words to write down. Unfortunately, I fucking have a damn writer's block.

As frustrating it is, I always thought about the news that I was told by YG. We'd be having a new artist here, wonder who he is, wonder how'd he be here, and wonder how'd he even be able to impress YG? Compelling as it sounds, my phone emitted light accompanied with the usual notification vibrate. Pulling my body and veering my sight to the old phone.

It's about the new artist, heading here in a few minutes.

I'd like to see what YG saw in this new guy. Wonder if he's like me.