#etv.start

sunglasses  are  perched  atop  taesung's  nose  as  he's  unknowingly  made  a  home  on  one  of  the  lounge's  couches.  they  were  too  comfortable,  not  like  the  typical  overly-priced  seating  areas  made  purely  for  aesthetics.  it's  dark  enough  for  him  to  know  it  isn't  morning,  so  he's  sure  he  hasn't  slept  through  the  night  despite  his  drink  on  the  table  beside  him  being  watered  down.  the  sound  of  shuffling  feet  and  quiet  conversation  among  the  room  is  enough  to  make  him  return  to  his  previous  posture,  sprawled  out  with  a  leg  hanging  off  the  cushion  rather  than  getting  up  and  seeking  out  his  own  bed  to  take  a  nap  on.  by  the  looks  of  it,  the  night  was  still  young  anyway.  taesung  can  hear  someone  approaching,  eyes  remaining  shut  and  hidden  behind  dark  shades.  "five  more  minutes,  thanks,"  he  says,  voice  still  raspy  from  his  apparent  power  nap.  "oh  shit,  wait.  could  you  get  me  a  red  bull?  think  i  need  to  shotgun  one."

the art gallery's the only place you'll ever find her alone, no one at her side, just the art to keep her company. well, and the not-so-discreet cameraman-producer pair. she's actually grateful they're there, a reminder she's not entirely by herself.

a glassy glaze forms over chocolate hues as they trace the installation suspended above— twisted neon wires contorted into fragile, human silhouettes. it's unsettlingly familiar, and she senses her mind slipping, thoughts spiraling along with the cable. "bound, but still on display." the words in her head float out, caught not only by the mic they pinned on her, but also someone nearby. she draws her lips closed, surprise softening into a polished, airy smile. "what do you think of the new installation?" she asks, gesticulating, as if inviting them into her world for that moment.