paradise.

johnny.

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skater! johnny just because

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being a famous cellist is a lot of work. one, there are tons of other classical musicians wanting to collab with you. two, because of your very recognizable accent and foreign features, there's a shit ton of paparazzi following you all over korea.  three, you can't even make friends properly because they'll just use you as leverage. four, you can't even get your love life situated because all of your ex's used you for fame or publicity.

you checked your phone to see what time it was, it was only 11:11. you rolled your eyes, "like hell i'm gonna make a wish."

you started to get ready for your upcoming performance, cleaning your instrument and whatnot. you put rosin on your bow before putting it in the case-along side with your cello. you zipped the case and placed it on your back-as if it was a backpack. don't worry though, it's not heavy-it's extremely light.

you grabbed your phone and proceeded to put on your shoes and leave. of course-not before locking the door that is. deciding it was best to take the taxi due to the fact that your car is literally in the repair shop because of some drunk idiot.

the driver was really nice, he was an eighteen year old boy named hwang hyunjin. you decided to make some small talk with the driver to pass the time. you told him some embarrassing stories that happened to you in middle school, the time where a dog almost broke your pricy instrument and where your bow broke in the middle of your solo once. he laughed and told you a few stories about his past.

before you knew it, you were not too far from the arena. telling hyunjin to drop you off about five minutes from the arena due to the fact that you didn't want the poor boy to deal with the horrible traffic.

as soon as you got off and got your instrument, you ran. fans were already chasing you, squealing your name, asking for autographs and whatnot. an arm shot out of an ally way and dragged you there. you looked up and saw a tall male, skateboard, and spray paint in hand.

"uh-hey, the name's johnny."

"...(name)."

"wait-holy shit. the (name)?! as in the (name) that accidentally crushed a kid's sand castle because you saw seagulls?"

you laughed nervously, hoping that he wasn't a batshit crazy fan because you've had your fair share of those. "yep, that's me. thanks for saving me by the way."

"no problem dude, good luck on your performance."

"thanks again," before you could leave, johnny grabbed your arm. "i know you have trust issues, but wanna have a cup of coffee sometime?"

your eyes were wide, never in your life did someone ask to hang out with you-more or less see you as an actual person. you nodded and agreed, giving him your number.

little did you know what the future had in store for you two.