basically, it felt like the employees at gold star had told him, ‘hey, sorry we undermined your hard work for the last decade. here’s an expensive trip for free to make up for it. and oh, you’ll have to spend the time with two strangers you’ll be living with from now on.’ others may think sung ought to move on. it’d been a couple a weeks since element’s official disbandment, and he’d managed to pull himself together for the, now even more, schedules he had on his plate. by productivity, by result, he might not seem like any fault remained.
sung didn’t feel that was the truth, not in his heart. not when getting up to perform his duties as someone in the public eye, with a contract, was a struggle every day. not when, even whisked away to the beautiful landscape of jeju island, all he wanted was to stay under bed covers.
forcing himself to get to know these two strangers was another task sung felt ill-equipped to handle, but had to. he had to put his best foot forward, try with whatever might he could muster, to open his heart. however, intent was only intent, so when deciding who would go out to pick up the group’s dinner, sung volunteered himself, and asked the youngest of the bunch to join him on the walk.
sung’s hands folded in the pocket of his hoodie, not quite cold enough for one, but soft and comforting enough to deal with the slight increase in temperature. his feet kicked stray pebbles as they walked. han taejoo, stage name tj. that was about all he knew about tj. despite the constant hammering reminder that sung preferred it this way, he forced himself to look up and ask, “so, um, do you have any hobbies?”
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