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who: iseul & choon-hee
what: backstage talk
where: busan; dress off tour stage
when: post-performance
warnings: booze? that's about it probably
Throughout the show, Iseul had watched the girls perform attentively from his seat in the audience. His eyes were on them, but his mind was faraway throughout some of the sets. He made sure to cheer for them when the crowd was lit up with enthusiasm, but for the most part he was stuck being plagued by unwanted thoughts. It wasn't that he felt guilty, as he didn't really have a choice in what had happened, it was that it was just that. He didn't really feel much of anything at all, and that was wrong.
For months now, he had been with the same person. It was a little surreal for him, and it threw him off balance, too. The last relationship he had gotten himself invested in had ended much in the same way, except in that case there were other factors that he still wanted to try to forget and couldn't. How long had it been anyway...?
The rhythm of the closing song stirred him from his thoughts once again. Running a hand down his face as if it would help wipe his mind clean, he rose from his seat to applaud the show. While everyone was busy cheering, he vacated his spot in order to make it backstage before he could be seen by anyone. The last thing he needed was being bothered by press or even fans. He could have teleported back there, but that thought never occurred to him.
It was like an old habit, coming to see her like this whenever they were both in the same area. He should have been elsewhere rehearsing, but he just wasn't up for it. At any rate, he knew he could pull out anything at the last minute. He wasn't worried about the Funhouse performance, that was just an excuse. If he talked to Vix before clearing his mind with Choon-Hee, there was no telling what could happen.
Before long he was at her dressing room and knocked before letting himself in. It seemed she hadn't made it back yet, which was for the best since he wouldn't have to deal with any of her assistants or anything of the like. So, he let himself in and took a seat in the spare chair.
Slouching forward, he threaded his hands together and propped his arms up on his legs so he could maintain a thinker's pose. He hated worrying about things like this, especially when the girl in question was one who had just gotten injured. Most guys would have flocked to her side, and they should have: she was unquestionably a great lady. That was why he was here, to have his own thoughts put into perspective by the person who knew him best.
Iseul was shallow at times, he knew that much of himself. That didn't mean he would disregard the feelings of others without good reason. He just had too much on his mind.
"Yeah," he muttered to himself, gaze averted. He knew what he felt like doing, he was just looking for acceptance, understanding. Something. Anything.
What a mess.
what: backstage talk
where: busan; dress off tour stage
when: post-performance
warnings: booze? that's about it probably
Throughout the show, Iseul had watched the girls perform attentively from his seat in the audience. His eyes were on them, but his mind was faraway throughout some of the sets. He made sure to cheer for them when the crowd was lit up with enthusiasm, but for the most part he was stuck being plagued by unwanted thoughts. It wasn't that he felt guilty, as he didn't really have a choice in what had happened, it was that it was just that. He didn't really feel much of anything at all, and that was wrong.
For months now, he had been with the same person. It was a little surreal for him, and it threw him off balance, too. The last relationship he had gotten himself invested in had ended much in the same way, except in that case there were other factors that he still wanted to try to forget and couldn't. How long had it been anyway...?
The rhythm of the closing song stirred him from his thoughts once again. Running a hand down his face as if it would help wipe his mind clean, he rose from his seat to applaud the show. While everyone was busy cheering, he vacated his spot in order to make it backstage before he could be seen by anyone. The last thing he needed was being bothered by press or even fans. He could have teleported back there, but that thought never occurred to him.
It was like an old habit, coming to see her like this whenever they were both in the same area. He should have been elsewhere rehearsing, but he just wasn't up for it. At any rate, he knew he could pull out anything at the last minute. He wasn't worried about the Funhouse performance, that was just an excuse. If he talked to Vix before clearing his mind with Choon-Hee, there was no telling what could happen.
Before long he was at her dressing room and knocked before letting himself in. It seemed she hadn't made it back yet, which was for the best since he wouldn't have to deal with any of her assistants or anything of the like. So, he let himself in and took a seat in the spare chair.
Slouching forward, he threaded his hands together and propped his arms up on his legs so he could maintain a thinker's pose. He hated worrying about things like this, especially when the girl in question was one who had just gotten injured. Most guys would have flocked to her side, and they should have: she was unquestionably a great lady. That was why he was here, to have his own thoughts put into perspective by the person who knew him best.
Iseul was shallow at times, he knew that much of himself. That didn't mean he would disregard the feelings of others without good reason. He just had too much on his mind.
"Yeah," he muttered to himself, gaze averted. He knew what he felt like doing, he was just looking for acceptance, understanding. Something. Anything.
What a mess.