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Kyungsoo blames his curiosity for the shocking set of images that begin to barge into his mind. This man is a nutjob, he thinks as he not-so-subtly shifts his gaze to the wooden flooring, but clearly it is not something he’s going to say out loud. He’s only twenty-two and he’s not ready to die, not even for a noble artistic purpose. He sucks in a breath and extends his hand to shake the male’s. “I’m here to work out the details of this case for my employer.” He proffers a brown folder to him. “Everything you need is inside this folder -- the contract, the profile and everything else. I’d appreciate if you take a moment to read them before we begin our discussion.”

He bursts into the pharmacy with just about the worst migraine ever -- he’s not even sure how he manages to arrive there in one piece. The pain drives his powers haywire and he finds himself struggling to fix his gaze on the ground because everytime he looks at someone his mind sifts through theirs. Stumbling to the counter, he averts his gaze from whoever is behind before speaking, voice indicating that he’s clearly in pain. “I have a really bad migraine, do you have anything that’s slightly stronger than usual for this?”

He doesn’t usually drink, so before Yue Liang had arrived he found himself looking up some recipes for cocktails before deciding on a gin and tonic (only because it’s the only drink he actually has the ingredients for making). Kyungsoo ushers his old friend in when she arrives and goes to the back to prepare the drink. It doesn’t take long before he’s out, steadily holding the shot glass in his hand and passing it over to her. “I’ve never made this before, so don’t blame me if it turns out weird.” (It’s not likely to, since he literally has the whole recipe in his head, word-for-word.)

Anyone who knows him well knows his distaste for the local entertainment industry, his superiors included but yet here he finds himself having to interview one of the biggest stars in Korea. He certainly would have rejected the offer had it not been a very useful addition to his resume. Just a few more questions to go, you can bear with it till then. “So, do you think you’ll still be doing this in ten years time?”

Kyungsoo will never fathom how someone who majored in Literature would want to get involved in something as shady and superficial -- in his opinion -- as the entertainment industry. It’s an open secret how harsh the industry truly is and the amount of returns, both material and non-material, vary from person to person. Nonetheless he had voiced his doubts to Junseo already, long before tonight, and he wasn’t feeling up for a debate or argument of any kind. He tips his head back and downs the shot of soju in a second, his friend doing the same before he refills both their shot glasses. “So, how’s the rehearsals coming along? Because no offence, but you look bad. Like you’re ill, or something.”

He rarely gets any off days, but when he does, Kyungsoo likes to take walks in the city to really soak up the hustle and bustle of the nightlife, living life like the average teenager. Today, he chooses to walk in Hongdae. He likes it, despite how crowded it always is at night. The mix of sounds awakens him and makes him feel more alive and connected to the world than he usually is. He pauses in his steps where a small crowd is gathered to watch a street dancer perform. This boy has some real talent, and this would make a good entry for one of the projects he had just taken on with a magazine on youth culture, but he had forgotten to bring his camera out and he has never liked using the camera on his phone. That won’t stop him from enjoying a performance though, his smaller frame allowing him to squeeze past the crowd to get to the front to observe the dancer.

“I am so sorry. We just have a few more shots and we’ll be done before this headache kills me.”