proof of presence. for @hdbohyun 🌿
HE’S MANAGED TO FIND BOHYUN AMIDST ALL THE MOVING PIECES— performance directors and sound engineers. gaffer tape. the harsh heat of industrial LEDs. a miracle, as far as he’s concerned, when it’s the largest venue the majority of them have ever had the privilege to perform in, somewhere that makes yeonseok’s high school gymnasium look inconsequential by comparison. he wonders how anyone had ever been able to see him, then.
yeonseok moves beside bohyun but keeps his eyes on the unceasing movement of the stage. for a brief period, everything is submerged under fuchsia light, and it’s already easy for him to picture her within the chaos, standing beside the other members of girlnextdoor: a clean silhouette. glossy progression underpinned by a crisp bass synth. lights. camera. action. “guess it’s the first big performance of many. at least, for you.” yeonseok surreptitiously nudges bohyun's arm with his elbow, glancing over her. smile small but pleased. “but just so y’know, when — not ‘if’ — you make your official debut, i’m expecting somethin’ in return. pocket money. or a nice warm meal. you’re not allowed to just leave without taking some responsibility, sunbae. … ‘s gonna be so damn boring, without you around.”
