You Will Remember Me: 1/3
Title: You Will Remember Me
Characters/Pairing: Bangup
Rating: R
Warnings: Alcohol use
Wordcount: 13k+
Summary: Jongup decides to take a vacation in order to practice his part for Fiyero. Yongguk is only there with his members to relax. The two meet up and stuff happens.
Jongup took his final bow on stage and heard the entire crowd go wild. He smiled proudly and stood in line with the rest of his cast. They all took their bow and watched as the curtains began to drop in front of them. The cast let go of everybody's hand and chattered away excitedly how they were finally done and they all went backstage. Jongup followed behind and went towards the snack table. He might as well eat something.<
"Attention all! Now that Grease is over and done with -" Jongup heard someone behind him mutter a finally. "-The lot of you can take a vacation. Just remember to visit Allie about possible musicals opening up for you to audition. Now scattle," their director announced.
Jongup ran his fingers through his thick gelled up hair and grimaced. He's going to need the extra shower. Plus the leather was giving him a chafing.
"Hey Jongup. Which musicals do you want to audition for?" Allie, the director's assistant and acting coach, asked him.
"Well, what's available?" Jongup asked, looking through the list of musicals.
"Well, there's The Lion King, Wicked, I think Cats is opening up again, and so is Phantom of the Opera. There's also Mamma Mia! and Rent. Oh, and my personal favorite Les Misérables," Allie listed off.
Jongup pursed his lips and thought of the decisions. "I'll take the Wicked and The Lion King script, please," he requested.
Allie gave him two scripts and gave them to him. Jongup smiled and said his thanks and walked off towards the food. He turned his head and noticed he was the only one to get scripts. Apparently they were waiting for later or they just don't feel like it. He ignored it and went for the meat.
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Yongguk strummed his guitar and made sure to listen to the note changes. He was satisfied and moved on to the next string.
"Hey, this is my space. Get your own!" he heard the lead guitarist, Himchan, shout.
"It's not my fault that you have a lot of shit. Move that shit away from my spot," he heard their drummer, Youngjae, shout back.
"Will you two shut the fuck up?! Youngjae, just find another spot. Himchan, keep your shit organized. We don't want another repeat of what happened in the states, do we?" Yongguk called out.
He heard Himchan grumble and then silence. At least it was peaceful.
"No hyung, that's not how you hold a bass," their youngest member and the bass guitarist, Junhong, or Zelo as he likes to be called, told their lead singer, Daehyun.
"Why? I've seen other bassists do it," Daehyun said.
"Yes, but I don't. The neck is very sensitive and I don't want to keep taking it into repair shop to get it fixed," Zelo explained.
Yongguk ignored them and focused on his guitar. Currently, the band is in their dorm in Seoul, waiting for instructions from their manager on where they're staying and where they're performing. Yongguk just hoped that it wasn't someplace where the sasaengs would find them. He doesn't want another States incident. Involving himself and Himchan and being followed across town and filmed when they were shopping for strings and notebooks for song stuff and doodles.
"Ow! What the fuck was that for?!" he heard Youngjae shout.
"I didn't even touch you. You're just a giant baby," Himchan stated.
"You so hit me. Yongguk even saw it. Isn't that right Yongguk?" Youngjae asked, looking at their leader.
"Yongguk saw nothing and would like it if you two kept him out of it," Yongguk said in a monotone voice, setting his guitar down in its guitar case and stood up from his spot on the couch. He needs food.
Just then, their manager came into the room, holding stacks of papers in his hands and a cell phone resting on his shoulder. He was talking to the other person about something, but apparently he was just finishing up because he dropped the papers on the coffee table and pressed a button and stuffed it inside his pocket.
"Alright gentlemen, I have your schedules for this coming week. You have a performance in a few days, which means we're leaving tomorrow to get to your hotel so you guys can rest and have fun. Consider this your free time. Don't screw it up," their manager said.
"So we're going back on tour?" Youngjae asked, messing around with his drumstick.
"Not exactly. You're going to be playing a couple of shows here and then a month later, you'll be having your South American tour," their manager explained.
"So this is practically our break? Sweet! Where are we staying?" Daehyun asked.
"That will be a surprise. Mostly because it's very elaborate and the view that you five are gonna see is breathtaking. Don't fuck this up," their manager said. "Now get moving and start packing. You'll be leaving within the week."
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Jongup leaned his head against the plane window. He got the part of Fiyero in the musical Wicked. To be honest, he thought he would be an extra, or Boq. He did try out for Boq, but the director thought that he would be best for Fiyero. This is a first for him. He hasn't gotten a male lead since his junior year in high school and his part was to be a prince in The Little Mermaid. He was very proud of that part, too, so fuck you kids in high school.
"Good evening all passengers. We'll be landing in just a few minutes. So please pick up your trays and your seats should be in an upright position. Thanks for flying Seoul Air and we'll hope to see you all soon," the flight attendant announced.
Jongup fixed his seat and picked up his tray and relaxed. He felt the plane dipping down and a small bump that rocked the plane a bit. And then the plane stopped. Jongup looked up and saw the seatbelt sign turn off and everybody getting up from their seat.
"Thank you for flying Seoul Air. Hope you enjoy your stay and have an excellent day," the flight attendant said.
Jongup grabbed his bag and followed behind the other people that are getting off the plane. He needed to get some rest. Thankfully his director issued all the cast to have a week off to practice their lines and songs separately. Jongup is going to treat it like a grain of salt and get to working on his lines and songs. Maybe go to the beach while he's at it.
After a few hours of getting through security, getting his luggage, and calling a taxi, with traffic on his way to his hotel, he was finally in the lobby of the hotel his director booked for him. The lobby was very decorative, with a chandelier with beautiful crystals on it. He walks up to the front desk and asks for his room key, which took a couple of minutes, and he stepped into the elevator.
Meanwhile, B.A.P stepped into the same hotel just as the elevator closed. They were all exhausted from their drive, what with traffic and the screaming fangirls. Their manager walked towards the front desk and waited in line.
"Do you think there'll be hot girls?" Daehyun asked.
"Depending on what you define hot girls," Himchan said.
"Whatever your definition of hot girls are, which is probably all of them, then yes they're here," Youngjae said, reading his magazine.
"We're here on vacation. We do not want another scandal on our ass from last time. Lord knows how long our company had to cover that one up," Yongguk told them.
"Oh please. You're practically the golden boy at our company. Always donating and wanting to help people," Daehyun told him.
"He's still human. I mean, just last week I saw him getting sucked in an alleyway by some chick," Himchan told him.
Yongguk was about to tell him that no, it was actually a transgendered male, but their manager came up to them and handed them their room keys.
"We're all sharing one room?" Zelo asked him.
"We're sharing a suite. Meaning it's much bigger and has about three rooms with a pullout sofa. I'm taking the sofa. One of you is going to sleep in one room while the rest share," their manager explained as they grabbed their things and headed towards the elevator.
"How do we decide?" Youngjae asked him.
"We draw straws, of course," their manager said, holding out five even straws in one hand.
They all picked out a straw, but Yongguk's was the shortest.
"He always gets the single room," Daehyun complained.
"Not my fault. You just suck at chance," Yongguk teased.
Daehyun flipped him off and entered the elevators with the others.
Jongup, meanwhile, opened his own room and entered. It was simple, but the view he got was beautiful. It was the view of the beach from across the street. The sun was just about to set and he smiled softly to himself. The moment was ruined when he heard stomping above him. He groaned. He always got the noisy people above him. He found a long stick and pounded up above him.
"Keep it down up there!" Jongup shouted.
It was silent. He then heard laughter, and then loud music. He should've kept his mouth shut. It would've been easier. He shook the thought and took out the script and read through it, finding the highlighted parts of Fiyero. Might as well go somewhere where it's more quieter, seeing as how his neighbors upstairs seemed to be making too much noise.
Yongguk stepped out of the room and heard the loud music playing, along with really bad dancing and stomping on the floor.
"What are you idiots doing?" Yongguk asked them.
"The neighbor downstairs told us to be quiet, so we're doing the exact opposite," Youngjae explained.
"I told them not to, but they refused to listen to me," Himchan told him.
"Kiss ass," Daehyun said to Himchan.
Himchan smacked him upside the head. "Respect your elders!"
Daehyun pouted at him and whined. Yongguk rolled his eyes. If these idiots couldn't realize they loved each other, he was ready to smash their heads against each other.
"I'm going for a swim. Don't any of you do anything stupid," Yongguk told them, going back to his room to change.
"Can we bring girls over?" Youngjae called out.
"I preferred you didn't," Yongguk called back out.
Yongguk knew that they were going to ignore him anyway, so he decided to change out of his jeans and shirt and into his swimwear, which just consisted of his swim trunks and a t-shirt to cover his upper body up. He slipped on his flip flops and made his way towards the pool.
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Jongup walked around the grassy area, trying to find a quiet place to practice. He was lucky this hotel was huge. However, finding a spot that wasn't filled with tourists or people in general was hard. He finally found a spot just in the corner between the building and a couple of fake plants. He walked towards that spot and set his things down. It was perfect. It was shady, quiet, and it was just a few feet away from his hotel room. He placed one of his ear buds in one of his ears and searched for the song he was looking for. He opened his script and looked over the lines. Jongup then began to read off his lines, being clear and loud like his instructors taught him.
"Oh! Perfect timing! So, uh, what does one do for fun around here?" Jongup read off, his voice sounding relaxed and on point. He skipped a few lines until he got to the next one. "Well, I see that once again the responsibility to corrupt my fellow students falls to me. Fortunately, I'm up for the task."
Meanwhile, Yongguk, who just finished taking a swim in the pool just a couple of feet away, was walking by and heard someone talking to themselves. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked up towards where the voice was.
"The trouble with schools is they always try to teach the wrong lesson. Believe me; I've been kicked out of enough of them to know! They want you to become less callow, less shallow, but I say why invite stress in? Stop studying strife, and learn to live the unexamined life...," the voice sang. Yongguk was surprised how the person is singing.
Yongguk walked a little closer and saw someone singing and dancing at the same time, an ear bud in their ears and their back towards him. He can tell that the person was male. One, because of the lack of curves that the male didn't possess, and two was because he knew the musical very well and the male was singing Fiyero's part in the musical Wicked. Don't ask how he knew. Let's just say his sister was obsessed with the play.
"Dancin' through life. Skimming the surface. Gliding where turf is smooth. Life is painless for the brainless; those who don't try never look foolish. Dancing through life, no need to tough it. When you can sluff it off as I do. Nothing matters, but knowing nothing matters. It's just life, so keep dancing through," the male sang.
Yongguk had to admit that the boy had a set of lungs. He was a good singer and a pretty good dancer, too.
"Dancing through life. Swaying and sweeping, and always keeping cool. Life is fraughtless when you're thoughtless. Those who don't try never look foolish. Dancing through life; mindless and careless. Make sure you're where less trouble is rife. Woes are fleeting; blows are glancing. When you're dancing through life!" the boy sang, hitting a high note at the last part and hitting it perfectly.
Jongup turned around and screamed and jumped away from his spot. When he turned around, he didn't know he attracted an audience.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. I just… you have a really nice voice," Yongguk told him.
Jongup said nothing and was inching to get away from him.
"Um… thank you," Jongup muttered, holding the script close to his chest.
"It's for Wicked, right? My sister used to be obsessed with that play," he said. Yongguk didn't know where he was going with this, but it just keeps happening.
"Um… thank you," Jongup said again. He had no idea what's going on. "I'm Jongup, by the way. Moon Jongup."
"Bang Yongguk. You're auditioning for the part of Fiyero?" he asked.
"I'm practicing my part for Fiyero. He has a lot of lines and I want to make sure that I get it perfect, especially his singing voice," Jongup said.
"You sound really good. Sorry for sneaking up on you like that," he said.
"It's fine. You just kind of scared me is all," Jongup said.
Jongup finally noticed that the man in front of him was wet. And by wet, he meant wet. His hair was dripping water, his damp t-shirt clung onto his wet body that showed his defined abs (which Jongup is totally not looking. Nope), and a damp towel was wrapped around his neck.
"Are you okay?" Yongguk asked him.
Jongup snapped out of it and stared at him.
"You've been staring at me for a while. I was just wondering if you were okay," Yongguk told him.
"I'm fine. Actually, I'm going to head in. I need a few bits of rest," Jongup said, wanting to get away from him as possible.
"Which building is yours? Maybe we're in the same building," Yongguk said.
"I, uh, I live in that one," Jongup said, pointing at the building just a few feet away from him.
"Wow. Coincidence after coincidence. I, uh, I also live in that building," he said, rubbing his neck. It was a nervous habit he picked up from his older sister.
Jongup looked at the building, and then looked at Yongguk.
"Just out of curiosity, were you or your friends making any noises and someone banged on their floor to shut up?" Jongup asked.
"Yeah, that did happen. Why?" Yongguk asked as they continued walking.
Jongup sighed. "I think we live not only in the same building, but I believe in the same room, but different floor."
Yongguk's eyes went wide and stopped walking.
"Shit, I am so sorry. My band mates like to challenge people and are a bit loud. I am so sorry in advance to anything that might happen in the next few days," Yongguk said.
Jongup giggled and covered his mouth with his hand. Yongguk furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. What just happened?
"I'm sorry, but your face is kind of amusing. I'm not mad. In fact, I'm used to it. Believe me, your friends are not going to top my vacation when I decided to visit Italy for a week," Jongup said as he opened the door to his building and entered, holding the door open for Yongguk.
"Well, if you say so. Maybe we'll run into each other," Yongguk said, entering the building and Jongup following behind him.
"I don't know. The hotel is pretty big. I mean, they have four different buildings. Maybe if we're lucky, we can maybe talk with one another," Jongup offered.
Yongguk smiled at him and nodded his head. They walked up to the elevator and Jongup pressed the up button.
"What do you and your friends do? I mean, you mentioned band mates, but what do you guys actually do?" Jongup asked him.
"I play rhythm in a rock band called B.A.P. We're a very small band," Yongguk told him.
"Really? What type of music do you do?" Jongup asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Jongup bit his lip to stop a smile from forming when he saw the light glint in his eyes. He smiled softly and heard Yongguk talking about his band. Where they're from, what they play, where they toured, and even a couple of songs and albums that they've produced. However, Yongguk suddenly frowned and coughed awkwardly. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. They both entered inside and they both pressed the number of their floor.
"I'm… I'm sorry for boring you. I don't think it's interesting you," Yongguk said.
"Don't be. I like to hear someone's passions. And by the looks of it, I think you're pretty passionate with what you do. Most people I meet are so boring and it feels like they don't have a passion. It's nice to hear someone with a passion and is going after what they want," Jongup said.
Yongguk smiled, and Jongup noticed that he had a sort of a gummy smile. "Well, since I rambled on and on about what I do, what do you do?" he asked.
Jongup was about to open his mouth to answer, but the elevator dinged to indicate that they arrived to Jongup's floor.
"I guess I would tell you some other time. It was nice meeting you, Yongguk," Jongup told him, exiting the elevator and heading towards his room.
Yongguk sighed and saw the doors closing. He leaned his back against the metal pole and waited for the elevator to stop at his floor. Maybe this vacation wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Yongguk has made a mistake.
For one, Himchan decided to go to a party, which the others wanted to go. Yongguk refused, but they dragged him to the party.
Jongup, however, was annoyed by the noise across the street and wished they would shut up. He couldn't read his lines or listen to the songs he was supposed to learn.
"Fuck it," Jongup shouted, getting up from his bed and got dressed. He might as well head on down there, since he can't seem to get a moments rest.
He took his wallet with his keycard and left his hotel room. He walked towards the elevators and pressed the down button. He might as well make the best of this vacation.
Yongguk sat in the corner of the room, sipping a cup of soda. He was appointed to be the designated driver. He was more worried about the others and how they would be, but got over it when he saw Zelo taking care of his hyungs. Yongguk was so bored. He never understood why his band mates even want to come to these parties. He looked up and saw a familiar mop of hair. The person turned around and Yongguk saw… Jongup? He was sure it's Jongup. He walked towards him and saw that it was him, conversing with someone else. Jongup turned around and saw Yongguk.
"Hey. I didn't expect to see you so soon," Jongup said.
"Kind of got dragged out here, to be honest. What about you?" Yongguk asked him.
"I got annoyed, so I decided to come over and see why everybody is so loud," Jongup answered.
"If you want, there's a beach right outside. We can go down there and away from here," Yongguk offered.
"Wouldn't your band mates be worried?" Jongup asked.
"They have my number. I'll be fine," Yongguk assured him.
Jongup only nodded his head and followed him outside. The air outside was cool and crisp. Jongup looked up and saw the stars outside twinkling. The two made their way towards the beach.
"Are you going to tell me what you do yet or should we just talk?" Yongguk asked him, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and tried to warm himself up.
Jongup's eyes lit up and began to converse with him with what he did. Well, it started from when he was younger, when he knew that he wanted to act, but not on the big screen, but on the stage, where all eyes were on him. He then figured out that he wanted to sing, to be on Broadway in New York. Yongguk smiled fondly and listened to every word Jongup spoke about his own passion and how it started it all.
"-and now I have a part as Fiyero, which isn't really a big deal except that he's one of the main dudes and… Sorry, am I rambling?" Jongup asked, biting his lower lip.
"Hm? No, of course not. I think it's fascinating how you already found yourself when you were so young," Yongguk said.
Jongup smiled and blushed lightly. "Thanks. Most people tell me to shut up about halfway through," he said.
"They're idiots. You seem really passionate on what you're doing," Yongguk said.
Jongup smiled and listened more to the waves.
"Where will you go once your vacation is over?" Jongup asked suddenly.
"My band and I are going to go on a South American tour. Well, Central and South. We're first going to LA to start the tour, and then making our way down south towards Mexico, and then towards South America," Yongguk answered. "What about you?"
"I leave at the end of next week and I have to practice for my musical with the other casts. I think I'm learning the dances for my parts and learning more lines," Jongup answered.
"You said you're playing Fiyero, right?" he asked.
"Yep. My friend, Hyosung, is playing Glinda, the good witch. I don't remember who plays Elphaba, but she's a really good singer. At least I think so," Jongup said.
Yongguk was about to open his mouth to ask him something, until a voice interrupted them.
"Yongguk! We're going back to the hotel!" he heard Youngjae shout.
"I'll meet you guys up there soon!" he called back.
He saw the silhouette figure of Youngjae disappear.
"I guess you need to go," Jongup said. Yongguk wasn't sure, but he almost sounded disappointed.
"We can meet back here, you know. The beach can be a bit of our getaway from our responsibilities," Yongguk offered.
Jongup smiled softly. "But won't you be away from your band members?" he asked.
"They'll be fine without me. You're the only person I've met who's not a family member, a fan, or my bandmate. It's nice to talk to you," he said.
"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow," Jongup said.
"Yeah. I'll see you soon," Yongguk said, walking away from the beach and towards his band members, who were waiting patiently with a drunk Himchan in the back seat.
This is gonna be a long night.
Characters/Pairing: Bangup
Rating: R
Warnings: Alcohol use
Wordcount: 13k+
Summary: Jongup decides to take a vacation in order to practice his part for Fiyero. Yongguk is only there with his members to relax. The two meet up and stuff happens.
Jongup took his final bow on stage and heard the entire crowd go wild. He smiled proudly and stood in line with the rest of his cast. They all took their bow and watched as the curtains began to drop in front of them. The cast let go of everybody's hand and chattered away excitedly how they were finally done and they all went backstage. Jongup followed behind and went towards the snack table. He might as well eat something.<
"Attention all! Now that Grease is over and done with -" Jongup heard someone behind him mutter a finally. "-The lot of you can take a vacation. Just remember to visit Allie about possible musicals opening up for you to audition. Now scattle," their director announced.
Jongup ran his fingers through his thick gelled up hair and grimaced. He's going to need the extra shower. Plus the leather was giving him a chafing.
"Hey Jongup. Which musicals do you want to audition for?" Allie, the director's assistant and acting coach, asked him.
"Well, what's available?" Jongup asked, looking through the list of musicals.
"Well, there's The Lion King, Wicked, I think Cats is opening up again, and so is Phantom of the Opera. There's also Mamma Mia! and Rent. Oh, and my personal favorite Les Misérables," Allie listed off.
Jongup pursed his lips and thought of the decisions. "I'll take the Wicked and The Lion King script, please," he requested.
Allie gave him two scripts and gave them to him. Jongup smiled and said his thanks and walked off towards the food. He turned his head and noticed he was the only one to get scripts. Apparently they were waiting for later or they just don't feel like it. He ignored it and went for the meat.
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Yongguk strummed his guitar and made sure to listen to the note changes. He was satisfied and moved on to the next string.
"Hey, this is my space. Get your own!" he heard the lead guitarist, Himchan, shout.
"It's not my fault that you have a lot of shit. Move that shit away from my spot," he heard their drummer, Youngjae, shout back.
"Will you two shut the fuck up?! Youngjae, just find another spot. Himchan, keep your shit organized. We don't want another repeat of what happened in the states, do we?" Yongguk called out.
He heard Himchan grumble and then silence. At least it was peaceful.
"No hyung, that's not how you hold a bass," their youngest member and the bass guitarist, Junhong, or Zelo as he likes to be called, told their lead singer, Daehyun.
"Why? I've seen other bassists do it," Daehyun said.
"Yes, but I don't. The neck is very sensitive and I don't want to keep taking it into repair shop to get it fixed," Zelo explained.
Yongguk ignored them and focused on his guitar. Currently, the band is in their dorm in Seoul, waiting for instructions from their manager on where they're staying and where they're performing. Yongguk just hoped that it wasn't someplace where the sasaengs would find them. He doesn't want another States incident. Involving himself and Himchan and being followed across town and filmed when they were shopping for strings and notebooks for song stuff and doodles.
"Ow! What the fuck was that for?!" he heard Youngjae shout.
"I didn't even touch you. You're just a giant baby," Himchan stated.
"You so hit me. Yongguk even saw it. Isn't that right Yongguk?" Youngjae asked, looking at their leader.
"Yongguk saw nothing and would like it if you two kept him out of it," Yongguk said in a monotone voice, setting his guitar down in its guitar case and stood up from his spot on the couch. He needs food.
Just then, their manager came into the room, holding stacks of papers in his hands and a cell phone resting on his shoulder. He was talking to the other person about something, but apparently he was just finishing up because he dropped the papers on the coffee table and pressed a button and stuffed it inside his pocket.
"Alright gentlemen, I have your schedules for this coming week. You have a performance in a few days, which means we're leaving tomorrow to get to your hotel so you guys can rest and have fun. Consider this your free time. Don't screw it up," their manager said.
"So we're going back on tour?" Youngjae asked, messing around with his drumstick.
"Not exactly. You're going to be playing a couple of shows here and then a month later, you'll be having your South American tour," their manager explained.
"So this is practically our break? Sweet! Where are we staying?" Daehyun asked.
"That will be a surprise. Mostly because it's very elaborate and the view that you five are gonna see is breathtaking. Don't fuck this up," their manager said. "Now get moving and start packing. You'll be leaving within the week."
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Jongup leaned his head against the plane window. He got the part of Fiyero in the musical Wicked. To be honest, he thought he would be an extra, or Boq. He did try out for Boq, but the director thought that he would be best for Fiyero. This is a first for him. He hasn't gotten a male lead since his junior year in high school and his part was to be a prince in The Little Mermaid. He was very proud of that part, too, so fuck you kids in high school.
"Good evening all passengers. We'll be landing in just a few minutes. So please pick up your trays and your seats should be in an upright position. Thanks for flying Seoul Air and we'll hope to see you all soon," the flight attendant announced.
Jongup fixed his seat and picked up his tray and relaxed. He felt the plane dipping down and a small bump that rocked the plane a bit. And then the plane stopped. Jongup looked up and saw the seatbelt sign turn off and everybody getting up from their seat.
"Thank you for flying Seoul Air. Hope you enjoy your stay and have an excellent day," the flight attendant said.
Jongup grabbed his bag and followed behind the other people that are getting off the plane. He needed to get some rest. Thankfully his director issued all the cast to have a week off to practice their lines and songs separately. Jongup is going to treat it like a grain of salt and get to working on his lines and songs. Maybe go to the beach while he's at it.
After a few hours of getting through security, getting his luggage, and calling a taxi, with traffic on his way to his hotel, he was finally in the lobby of the hotel his director booked for him. The lobby was very decorative, with a chandelier with beautiful crystals on it. He walks up to the front desk and asks for his room key, which took a couple of minutes, and he stepped into the elevator.
Meanwhile, B.A.P stepped into the same hotel just as the elevator closed. They were all exhausted from their drive, what with traffic and the screaming fangirls. Their manager walked towards the front desk and waited in line.
"Do you think there'll be hot girls?" Daehyun asked.
"Depending on what you define hot girls," Himchan said.
"Whatever your definition of hot girls are, which is probably all of them, then yes they're here," Youngjae said, reading his magazine.
"We're here on vacation. We do not want another scandal on our ass from last time. Lord knows how long our company had to cover that one up," Yongguk told them.
"Oh please. You're practically the golden boy at our company. Always donating and wanting to help people," Daehyun told him.
"He's still human. I mean, just last week I saw him getting sucked in an alleyway by some chick," Himchan told him.
Yongguk was about to tell him that no, it was actually a transgendered male, but their manager came up to them and handed them their room keys.
"We're all sharing one room?" Zelo asked him.
"We're sharing a suite. Meaning it's much bigger and has about three rooms with a pullout sofa. I'm taking the sofa. One of you is going to sleep in one room while the rest share," their manager explained as they grabbed their things and headed towards the elevator.
"How do we decide?" Youngjae asked him.
"We draw straws, of course," their manager said, holding out five even straws in one hand.
They all picked out a straw, but Yongguk's was the shortest.
"He always gets the single room," Daehyun complained.
"Not my fault. You just suck at chance," Yongguk teased.
Daehyun flipped him off and entered the elevators with the others.
Jongup, meanwhile, opened his own room and entered. It was simple, but the view he got was beautiful. It was the view of the beach from across the street. The sun was just about to set and he smiled softly to himself. The moment was ruined when he heard stomping above him. He groaned. He always got the noisy people above him. He found a long stick and pounded up above him.
"Keep it down up there!" Jongup shouted.
It was silent. He then heard laughter, and then loud music. He should've kept his mouth shut. It would've been easier. He shook the thought and took out the script and read through it, finding the highlighted parts of Fiyero. Might as well go somewhere where it's more quieter, seeing as how his neighbors upstairs seemed to be making too much noise.
Yongguk stepped out of the room and heard the loud music playing, along with really bad dancing and stomping on the floor.
"What are you idiots doing?" Yongguk asked them.
"The neighbor downstairs told us to be quiet, so we're doing the exact opposite," Youngjae explained.
"I told them not to, but they refused to listen to me," Himchan told him.
"Kiss ass," Daehyun said to Himchan.
Himchan smacked him upside the head. "Respect your elders!"
Daehyun pouted at him and whined. Yongguk rolled his eyes. If these idiots couldn't realize they loved each other, he was ready to smash their heads against each other.
"I'm going for a swim. Don't any of you do anything stupid," Yongguk told them, going back to his room to change.
"Can we bring girls over?" Youngjae called out.
"I preferred you didn't," Yongguk called back out.
Yongguk knew that they were going to ignore him anyway, so he decided to change out of his jeans and shirt and into his swimwear, which just consisted of his swim trunks and a t-shirt to cover his upper body up. He slipped on his flip flops and made his way towards the pool.
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Jongup walked around the grassy area, trying to find a quiet place to practice. He was lucky this hotel was huge. However, finding a spot that wasn't filled with tourists or people in general was hard. He finally found a spot just in the corner between the building and a couple of fake plants. He walked towards that spot and set his things down. It was perfect. It was shady, quiet, and it was just a few feet away from his hotel room. He placed one of his ear buds in one of his ears and searched for the song he was looking for. He opened his script and looked over the lines. Jongup then began to read off his lines, being clear and loud like his instructors taught him.
"Oh! Perfect timing! So, uh, what does one do for fun around here?" Jongup read off, his voice sounding relaxed and on point. He skipped a few lines until he got to the next one. "Well, I see that once again the responsibility to corrupt my fellow students falls to me. Fortunately, I'm up for the task."
Meanwhile, Yongguk, who just finished taking a swim in the pool just a couple of feet away, was walking by and heard someone talking to themselves. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked up towards where the voice was.
"The trouble with schools is they always try to teach the wrong lesson. Believe me; I've been kicked out of enough of them to know! They want you to become less callow, less shallow, but I say why invite stress in? Stop studying strife, and learn to live the unexamined life...," the voice sang. Yongguk was surprised how the person is singing.
Yongguk walked a little closer and saw someone singing and dancing at the same time, an ear bud in their ears and their back towards him. He can tell that the person was male. One, because of the lack of curves that the male didn't possess, and two was because he knew the musical very well and the male was singing Fiyero's part in the musical Wicked. Don't ask how he knew. Let's just say his sister was obsessed with the play.
"Dancin' through life. Skimming the surface. Gliding where turf is smooth. Life is painless for the brainless; those who don't try never look foolish. Dancing through life, no need to tough it. When you can sluff it off as I do. Nothing matters, but knowing nothing matters. It's just life, so keep dancing through," the male sang.
Yongguk had to admit that the boy had a set of lungs. He was a good singer and a pretty good dancer, too.
"Dancing through life. Swaying and sweeping, and always keeping cool. Life is fraughtless when you're thoughtless. Those who don't try never look foolish. Dancing through life; mindless and careless. Make sure you're where less trouble is rife. Woes are fleeting; blows are glancing. When you're dancing through life!" the boy sang, hitting a high note at the last part and hitting it perfectly.
Jongup turned around and screamed and jumped away from his spot. When he turned around, he didn't know he attracted an audience.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. I just… you have a really nice voice," Yongguk told him.
Jongup said nothing and was inching to get away from him.
"Um… thank you," Jongup muttered, holding the script close to his chest.
"It's for Wicked, right? My sister used to be obsessed with that play," he said. Yongguk didn't know where he was going with this, but it just keeps happening.
"Um… thank you," Jongup said again. He had no idea what's going on. "I'm Jongup, by the way. Moon Jongup."
"Bang Yongguk. You're auditioning for the part of Fiyero?" he asked.
"I'm practicing my part for Fiyero. He has a lot of lines and I want to make sure that I get it perfect, especially his singing voice," Jongup said.
"You sound really good. Sorry for sneaking up on you like that," he said.
"It's fine. You just kind of scared me is all," Jongup said.
Jongup finally noticed that the man in front of him was wet. And by wet, he meant wet. His hair was dripping water, his damp t-shirt clung onto his wet body that showed his defined abs (which Jongup is totally not looking. Nope), and a damp towel was wrapped around his neck.
"Are you okay?" Yongguk asked him.
Jongup snapped out of it and stared at him.
"You've been staring at me for a while. I was just wondering if you were okay," Yongguk told him.
"I'm fine. Actually, I'm going to head in. I need a few bits of rest," Jongup said, wanting to get away from him as possible.
"Which building is yours? Maybe we're in the same building," Yongguk said.
"I, uh, I live in that one," Jongup said, pointing at the building just a few feet away from him.
"Wow. Coincidence after coincidence. I, uh, I also live in that building," he said, rubbing his neck. It was a nervous habit he picked up from his older sister.
Jongup looked at the building, and then looked at Yongguk.
"Just out of curiosity, were you or your friends making any noises and someone banged on their floor to shut up?" Jongup asked.
"Yeah, that did happen. Why?" Yongguk asked as they continued walking.
Jongup sighed. "I think we live not only in the same building, but I believe in the same room, but different floor."
Yongguk's eyes went wide and stopped walking.
"Shit, I am so sorry. My band mates like to challenge people and are a bit loud. I am so sorry in advance to anything that might happen in the next few days," Yongguk said.
Jongup giggled and covered his mouth with his hand. Yongguk furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. What just happened?
"I'm sorry, but your face is kind of amusing. I'm not mad. In fact, I'm used to it. Believe me, your friends are not going to top my vacation when I decided to visit Italy for a week," Jongup said as he opened the door to his building and entered, holding the door open for Yongguk.
"Well, if you say so. Maybe we'll run into each other," Yongguk said, entering the building and Jongup following behind him.
"I don't know. The hotel is pretty big. I mean, they have four different buildings. Maybe if we're lucky, we can maybe talk with one another," Jongup offered.
Yongguk smiled at him and nodded his head. They walked up to the elevator and Jongup pressed the up button.
"What do you and your friends do? I mean, you mentioned band mates, but what do you guys actually do?" Jongup asked him.
"I play rhythm in a rock band called B.A.P. We're a very small band," Yongguk told him.
"Really? What type of music do you do?" Jongup asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Jongup bit his lip to stop a smile from forming when he saw the light glint in his eyes. He smiled softly and heard Yongguk talking about his band. Where they're from, what they play, where they toured, and even a couple of songs and albums that they've produced. However, Yongguk suddenly frowned and coughed awkwardly. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. They both entered inside and they both pressed the number of their floor.
"I'm… I'm sorry for boring you. I don't think it's interesting you," Yongguk said.
"Don't be. I like to hear someone's passions. And by the looks of it, I think you're pretty passionate with what you do. Most people I meet are so boring and it feels like they don't have a passion. It's nice to hear someone with a passion and is going after what they want," Jongup said.
Yongguk smiled, and Jongup noticed that he had a sort of a gummy smile. "Well, since I rambled on and on about what I do, what do you do?" he asked.
Jongup was about to open his mouth to answer, but the elevator dinged to indicate that they arrived to Jongup's floor.
"I guess I would tell you some other time. It was nice meeting you, Yongguk," Jongup told him, exiting the elevator and heading towards his room.
Yongguk sighed and saw the doors closing. He leaned his back against the metal pole and waited for the elevator to stop at his floor. Maybe this vacation wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Yongguk has made a mistake.
For one, Himchan decided to go to a party, which the others wanted to go. Yongguk refused, but they dragged him to the party.
Jongup, however, was annoyed by the noise across the street and wished they would shut up. He couldn't read his lines or listen to the songs he was supposed to learn.
"Fuck it," Jongup shouted, getting up from his bed and got dressed. He might as well head on down there, since he can't seem to get a moments rest.
He took his wallet with his keycard and left his hotel room. He walked towards the elevators and pressed the down button. He might as well make the best of this vacation.
Yongguk sat in the corner of the room, sipping a cup of soda. He was appointed to be the designated driver. He was more worried about the others and how they would be, but got over it when he saw Zelo taking care of his hyungs. Yongguk was so bored. He never understood why his band mates even want to come to these parties. He looked up and saw a familiar mop of hair. The person turned around and Yongguk saw… Jongup? He was sure it's Jongup. He walked towards him and saw that it was him, conversing with someone else. Jongup turned around and saw Yongguk.
"Hey. I didn't expect to see you so soon," Jongup said.
"Kind of got dragged out here, to be honest. What about you?" Yongguk asked him.
"I got annoyed, so I decided to come over and see why everybody is so loud," Jongup answered.
"If you want, there's a beach right outside. We can go down there and away from here," Yongguk offered.
"Wouldn't your band mates be worried?" Jongup asked.
"They have my number. I'll be fine," Yongguk assured him.
Jongup only nodded his head and followed him outside. The air outside was cool and crisp. Jongup looked up and saw the stars outside twinkling. The two made their way towards the beach.
"Are you going to tell me what you do yet or should we just talk?" Yongguk asked him, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and tried to warm himself up.
Jongup's eyes lit up and began to converse with him with what he did. Well, it started from when he was younger, when he knew that he wanted to act, but not on the big screen, but on the stage, where all eyes were on him. He then figured out that he wanted to sing, to be on Broadway in New York. Yongguk smiled fondly and listened to every word Jongup spoke about his own passion and how it started it all.
"-and now I have a part as Fiyero, which isn't really a big deal except that he's one of the main dudes and… Sorry, am I rambling?" Jongup asked, biting his lower lip.
"Hm? No, of course not. I think it's fascinating how you already found yourself when you were so young," Yongguk said.
Jongup smiled and blushed lightly. "Thanks. Most people tell me to shut up about halfway through," he said.
"They're idiots. You seem really passionate on what you're doing," Yongguk said.
Jongup smiled and listened more to the waves.
"Where will you go once your vacation is over?" Jongup asked suddenly.
"My band and I are going to go on a South American tour. Well, Central and South. We're first going to LA to start the tour, and then making our way down south towards Mexico, and then towards South America," Yongguk answered. "What about you?"
"I leave at the end of next week and I have to practice for my musical with the other casts. I think I'm learning the dances for my parts and learning more lines," Jongup answered.
"You said you're playing Fiyero, right?" he asked.
"Yep. My friend, Hyosung, is playing Glinda, the good witch. I don't remember who plays Elphaba, but she's a really good singer. At least I think so," Jongup said.
Yongguk was about to open his mouth to ask him something, until a voice interrupted them.
"Yongguk! We're going back to the hotel!" he heard Youngjae shout.
"I'll meet you guys up there soon!" he called back.
He saw the silhouette figure of Youngjae disappear.
"I guess you need to go," Jongup said. Yongguk wasn't sure, but he almost sounded disappointed.
"We can meet back here, you know. The beach can be a bit of our getaway from our responsibilities," Yongguk offered.
Jongup smiled softly. "But won't you be away from your band members?" he asked.
"They'll be fine without me. You're the only person I've met who's not a family member, a fan, or my bandmate. It's nice to talk to you," he said.
"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow," Jongup said.
"Yeah. I'll see you soon," Yongguk said, walking away from the beach and towards his band members, who were waiting patiently with a drunk Himchan in the back seat.
This is gonna be a long night.