lost boys
idhojunā:
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āShit,ā he muttered. That definitely did not keep with the rhyme scheme.Ā
making friends had never really been jinsungās strong suit. growing up, things had been difficult for him, and he had spent more time focusing on the battles going on in his own home than he had in talking to his classmates in school. even now as an idol, he can count the number of friends he has on one hand. they are the ones who have stuck with him through thick and thin, through the ups and downs in his life. and out of everyone in the industry, he never thought he would be friends with hojun.
in fact, in the beginning they had clashed more than they had gotten along. and jinsung knows thatās more his fault. while heās comfortable playing the game, has met a many idol who have worn two faces with practiced ease, has even turned on his own charming personatliy to weasle his way in and out of situations, there was just something about the way that hojun did it that pissed him off. there was something behind the cheesy jokes, the grins, someone staring out at him from behind the mask, someone he thought he could be friends with, could spend time with. but he didnāt want to deal with honey in all of his glory, no, if he was going to spend time with the other it was going to be with hojun, the real hojun.
he knew the industry was cut throat, that ever idol was a victim to their own entertainment company. jinsung had been a victim of kjhās control, though he was offered more freedoms than most idols were, the fame helping in giving him a bit of wiggle room that he probably wouldnāt be afforded any other time. and while hojun and he had never talked about the pressures that 99 had on the other, he knew that it was probably far from easy if the older male was marketing himself more than the company was doing. it was a thing that he could recognize, could understand, and could respect in the end.
and as time, they would grow closer, to a point where jinsung refers to hojun as one of his best friends in his head. not that he would ever admit it, knowing the other would never let it go. instead he tries to show his affection and admiration for the other in his own way, going out of his way to make time for hojun in an impossibly tight schedule. thatās the main reason why jinsung sneaks out of the dorms, face bare, hair fluffy and mask firmly in place. itās the reason why he hails a taxi and makes his way to a known seedier part of town, intent on capitalizing on the uncaring patrons and the chance to spend some quality time together without having to worry about interested fans or staring down the face of a camera lense.
as he pulls open the door, letting his eyes fall over the bar, jinsung removes the mask and gives into the smile spreading over his face. itās easy to spot hojunās taller frame and broad shoulders among the heavy crwod of older guys. heās the only one curled up at a nearby table with a notebook spread out on the sticky tabletop. stuffing his mask into his pocket, jinsung cuts through the crowd, clapping hojun on the shoulders as he gets closer. āyou donāt stop working even when weāre going to spend time together, do you?ā his smile is open, teasing, masks left behind as he sinks into the warm company that is hojunās presence. āiāve missed your handsome face. now what are you drinking?"
















