#* 01.haeni

Seojin spent the past hour and a half combing over his lines and practicing. Sing, play guitar, drink water. Repeat. He became so entrenched in his work that his mind drifted away from the schedule he was supposed to be on. Hunger pulled at his stomach and tension pulled at the muscles in his shoulders.

Slowly, Seojin made his way down from the stage, guitar pick between his teeth. Soundcheck was going smoother than he anticipated. Though, he nearly swallowed the pick when a passerby suddenly spoke to him. He’d been in his own little world the entire time. He didn’t even realize they were tagging along with him until the last possible moment. He collected himself and turned the guitar around his body toward his back. From his rear, one of the stagehands groaned with anxiety at the action. It would have to be something they needed to get used to when dealing with the sort of attitude Seojin had.

Lackadaisical like any self-proclaimed wannabe rock star. He supposed one would wonder why one even wanted to have music shows associated with their image but Seojin knew he could use all the publicity he could get ㅡ even if he only intended to do so once, this time. The longer the public referred to him as the 'Itaewon Class OST guy', the further he strived for another form of recognition. Unconventional promotion was certainly a way.

He was halfway into a sip of water when his manager tapped him on the shoulder. "Someone is here to see you. A girl named Haeni?"

Still tangled in his mic setup and guitar strap, he hurried down the backstage halls to his waiting room without a hint of hesitation. A large smile came across his face at the sight of the young woman. Her presence was always a positive; even when exhaustion was trying to girl at his ankles. Perhaps someone would have given her a hug but Seojin knew she was not comfortable with those. He settled for a pat on the shoulder instead.