< taesung and @lgcsua, a.k.a. batman and catwoman, at the annual halloween party >
it’s not the most of creative of costumes, he’ll admit, but it’s not like he’s exactly excited for festivities this year, no—not when kim hyuncheol himself has the threat of not debuting dangling overhead. unlike most, he’s been too busy practicing, training, busting his fucking ass to plan ahead of time for something as frivolous as a halloween costume.
so the literal night before the event, taesung manages to whip something up—calls up a few old friends and persuades one of his wealthier acquaintances to loan him a spare costume for tonight—and thus, leading him to now: standing tall and proud, dashingly clad in nylon black with a mask hiding his tired eyes (exhaustion paints his skin, darkening his every feature—his every frown).
his mildly sour mood, however, finds itself suddenly perking up at the sound of gossip, at the mention of a nearby catwoman—whose own identity, though unheard of for the night, is well-known in the pit of his stomach (at the base of his heart). so at an uneventful affair like this one—really, leave it to legacy to host a boring party—he seeks her out, if for no other reason than to witness her trademark grimace of annoyance at his appearance.
“if i didn’t know any better, i would’ve thought you were doing this on purpose, sua,” he drawls out, mischievous smirk lining his tone. “batman... catwoman... seems almost too perfect to be a coincidence, don’t ya’ think?”