misguided.
wei and woosung’s first interaction, backstage at a music show. with @idxwei
woosung didn’t make much of a habit out of doing one-on-one introductions. he wasn’t much of a conversationalist, he knew that much— his nerves just always seemed to get the better of him in more personal interactions. he could keep it together well enough in interviews, or talking to crowds of fans, something about the structure and the emotional distance of it putting him at ease. but these sorts of things, off the script conversations where there was someone able to judge him directly… that always messed with woosung.
but his mom had been telling him to put himself out there more, pushing him to try and make some friends. i’m worried about you, will, she’d said the last time he called, soft-spoken english flowing over the line. you never mention having any friends, you hardly even talk about your own groupmates. don’t you want someone to talk to? her words weren’t exactly off the mark— woosung wanted friends, sure, he just wasn’t sure how. years of being picked on and scrutinized hadn’t done wonders for his confidence or social skills, so attempting to make friends was usually more anxiety-inducing than rewarding. but woosung figured that starting with introducing himself to some b.rite members was as good of an attempt as anything.
backstage at a music show was probably not the most casual and relaxing atmosphere— especially when woosung was extremely aware of how much makeup was caked on his face— but he knew his opportunities for things like this was limited. so when he spotted wei, recognizing the tall, young man easily through the crowd, he steeled himself, took a deep breath, then hurried after him.
“sorry!” woosung called, catching up to wei. his voice sounded too loud to his own ears, even though he had hardly raised it loud enough for wei to hear. “sorry, sorry to bother you, i just… i wanted to introduce myself. individually.” even just voicing that out loud made his chest feel tight, at risk of caving in. what was he doing? why did he think this was a good idea? he was already here now, though— there wasn’t any way woosung could back out without making things even more awkward or making an ass out of himself. he licked his dry lips, then bowed hurriedly, struggling to even look at wei.
“i’m woosung,” he said awkwardly, tugging at the hem of his jacket to have something to do with his hands. “i like your newest song. you sing really well.”
