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hello if you stumbled upon this !!  i am rev (they/them) and i am super excited to introduce seo ‘am i a joke to you’ sangwook, more widely known as legion’s leader, main vocal & maknae  moon san. small 101 about him under the cut along with a link to some plots. feel free to drop a heart and i will come over to you! i am not sure what’s a good time to post here yet since i slept through acceptances so hope you don’t mind if i bump this up once later.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair, rubbing his eyes straight after. Staring at his laptop screen for so long had taken a toll on his eyes for sure, but massaging them didn’t really seem to help either. “It also was a lot easier when I moved out of the dorms three years ago. I was rushing because, as always, I was procrastinating moving out and one day they were practically kicking me out of the dormitory, so I just took the next best thing. And that thing turned out to be this shitty studio apartment– and of course I have procrastinated moving once again, so that’s why I’m still here.” It was way too small for the two of them and even though it was sufficient for one single person, it was difficult to live in such a cramped space long-term. It wasn’t like Daehyun was a trainee anymore either, so most of his friends didn’t understand why he was still living like he was.

“What would I possibly need four bedrooms for though?” He really couldn’t seem to think of anything that he could do in those rooms while he was still living alone– he imagined it felt pretty lonely most of the time. “I think a two to three bedroom apartment would be sufficient, don’t you think? Unfortunately those are the ones that are the hardest to find. It doesn’t have to come with furniture, I can just take the furniture I got for this place.” Shrugging in response to Moonsan’s question, he took a break from scrolling through various apartment hunting websites. “No one in particular, really. But there have been a few friends telling me to move out a million times over the last three years and I’m finally seeing why. It’s alright but if you spend more than one full day at home, it feels like the ceiling is gonna crash down on you any second. It’s way too cramped in here.”

moonsan found himself leaning back, straightening his spine that cracked deliciously after hours of hunching. hands rising to grab the backrest behind him, he observed his senior with a look of understanding flashing in his eyes. “i get that, i’ve got two bedrooms in my place but even with that walls cave in sometimes. but i think it’s a personal problem, not a apartment size problem. i might have just gotten too used to living in the dorms with people around,” picking at his own state did not last long, zoned out expression focusing of his company as soon as a small voice in his head reminded him that it was not about him, the reason they cooped up. “try staying out more if this ends up being absolutely useless- is atlas going to employ you guys soon? any plans there?”

If there was something she enjoyed it was to see the emotional process on someone’s face as they spoke about themselves and Sangwook was not the exception, his whole face and demeanor changed the moment he started to talk about his life and where he was from, she was absorbed by the way he was describing his hometown, curiosity even beginning to emerge inside of her about the bridge he was talking about, she made sure to memorize the name of the town to google it once she had some alone time, wanting to put a picture on her company’s life story, her eyes followed his hands as he explained landing at the end on his eyes when she realized he had asked her a question. She moved her head to the side, almost letting it rest on her shoulder humming slightly now thinking about her own hometown “I’m from Chiang Mai, Thailand.” She moved her hands to her back, on each side of her body holding and steading herself with the bench “It’s filled with temples, buildings and nature all coexisting.” Sometimes when she closed her eyes she could still see the skyline that was visible from her balcony back home “But there’s nothing I miss more than the food.” She chuckled glancing at him.

She gave one good look at him and for a moment he didn’t seem that intimidating as his whole persona had always made her feel, Sangwook looked like just another person around her age “You know Wook, you don’t look that intimidating to me anymore.” Beam moved forward and reached for his face with her hand holding him by the cheeks giving him just a slight squeeze, she leaned forward leaving a small gap between them and looked at him closely focusing on his eyes at first, then his nose and finally she lifted his face looking at his lips “See, in my opinion you’re cute.” She said before letting him go, keeping her eyes on him curious to see his reaction to what she had just done.

“must have been hard moving here. i had a hard time with moving a province, so i can only imagine what moving countries is like. you must have really wanted to become an idol?” instead of driving the conversation further, sangwook chose to linger on the topic of her life, indulging himself into of of his favourite hobbies  — prying into other people’s lives once they’ve caught his attention. “your korean is good, by the way. not sure when you learned it but you did a good job,” a compliment is extended to bridge the gap between the pair on the bench, along with a toothless smile that decorated his cheeks with a matching pair of dimples.

“it’s a shame, you know macabre endings are my favorites. it’s the tragedies that really get a good tear jerker and makes it timeless — guess, i’ll save it for another knight in shining armor.” the cadence in her voice paints the statement as misfortune, a palm coming to pat at the boy’s shoulder momentarily before the lopsided smirk relays something humored. “call me?” the conversation continues to feel light, airy. like she’s playing a game, with no expectation to win — stakes at an all time low. “your manager might have my business number, but you certainly don’t. at least, i don’t recall ever giving you my number, did i?” and for the first time, yeseul thinks that this is the first time today she’s found fun inside a conversation — the realization stops her at her tracks, chin tilted.

“you’ve got yourself a point — straight steadfast logic? i can see why atlas made you leader.” yeseul matches his gaze dead-on, unwavering inside the late summer night breeze. “you know, you’re funny, moonsan. you remind me of my kid neighbor i once had, and i think that’s what makes the entirety of the conversation charming.” her statements don’t stay afloat on context, she knows. it’s the intention of highlighting the train of thoughts — filter-free, fleeing past her lips. because inside the nights where she’s clocked out her hours, she becomes a sense of honesty, void of social cues. a human once more. “this is me turning off the manager mode, for good. i’ve called quits on my hours, and now it’s time to break free, let loose. only for the same cycle to reveal itself the next day,” a slight eye roll, and arms weaved across her chest — a fact that was her reality, despite how many times she’d try to cut the ties and free the shackles. a nightmare? no, just an exhausting yet tantalizing job that plagued her for years and in counting. “thanks for the offer, but i don’t need a chauffeur. i’ve made it this long living humble, haven’t i?” a pivot in her sole, and she makes way down the path with the echoes of her heels filling the air once more until an idea hits her like a stark afterthought — enough to act as a force to turn her back to moonsan, piercing his gaze once more. “say, since you have no plans — you want to join?” 

with yeseul playing into the conversation lead by the younger’s active effort to chase her interest, it wasn’t hard for moonsan to hang off of her words and get caught up in the exchange. it stayed prominent in the sharp glint in his eye, a micro-reaction to the humored words that pleasantly scratched at him despite the lack of solemnity. “please.. what good is a knight in shining armour anyway if he’s six feet under. i’ll just stay one alive.” the man knew rather well that she was not a damsel in distress, knight’s sole purpose akin to the court jester. it didn’t defer from the fact he was signing up to play the role willingly. “sadly you’re not in my contact list, you’re right. which, now that you brought it up, is unfortunate, you’re missing out on some great conversations like this one.” somewhere there was an offer while lips puckered as he took a slight pause to reflect the misfortune. 

When: 20.09.18 | 7:49 PM Where: Inkigayo, SBS Open Hall, Deungcheon-dong Who: @vldmoonsan

There was something Dahye really loved about promoting, more than being on the stage (it was so much fun, she accepted it) or interacting with QT (that was always the best part of her day whenever it happened), it was the possibility of seeing other artists. Their stages were always amazing, and she was more than happy to see them live, even if she couldn’t join the audience and saw it through a screen. That was always better than nothing. But most of all, she was always glad to be a good sunbae and show her support for other Atlas’ artists, who were, in her humble opinion, the most talented out there.

It had never been a secret that Legion was one of her favorites, so being able to be there at the same time was amazing. Maybe the best part of the Babe promotions, really. Once she had made sure it was alright for her to visit the group, she went to their waiting room and entered, bowing at the people who were in there, and made her way to the Leader. Dahye was a softy, everyone knew that, and she had taken Moonsan under her wing ever since the first time they had met. “Say, do you have time after this? You did wonderful on the stage, I think it deserves a celebration dinner.” Although promotions weren’t over, Dada didn’t know if they would have any time later.

it was a surprise that moonsan even had time to kick his feet up on the small couch, last in line for make up touch ups giving him a spare moment to take a breath before moving once more. there was always a big difference between months of preparation and weeks of promotion, the first passing much slower than the later despite the obvious change in time frame. despite the constant rush, it felt nice to once again feel employed, early mornings to late nights enjoyed together by the four legion boys. this time, to moonsan’s absolute delight, no other than dahye was around the corner, too.

Hours of scrolling had taken a toll on his fingers – and entire body – by now. Stretching, he yawned as he closed his eyes for just a couple of seconds before letting his gaze fall back on his laptop screen once again. @vldmoonsan and him had been spending the entire afternoon together at this point, aimlessly scrolling through different websites, searching for nice apartments that might just be suitable for him. It had started as a fun activity out of boredom but the longer he looked at the apartments that were available, the nicer the idea of moving out sounded. His apartment was big enough for one person and a pet but whenever another person came over, it suddenly felt too crowded. And whenever there was more than one person coming over, it was just way too much to handle.

“There are so many,” Daehyun stated in awe, suddenly realising that he didn’t even know whether he wanted to stay in Gangnam. The area was practical, he could always get everywhere he wanted to go to really quickly, but it was more expensive than more rural areas of the city. But did he want to give up on the luxury of having easy access to every location he wanted to go to? “I don’t even know where to look anymore. I saw everything; huge mansions that are too much for a whole football team all the way to places that look like they’re falling apart. Are you having any luck over there?” Daehyun wondered out loud, finally looking up from his laptop to meet the other’s eyes.

who knew that it took two grown men, overheating laptops and an informal search party to try and find a descent apartment in seoul. one could only blame the nature of their occupation for requiring many boxes ticked, – limited access, high security, not too far from atlas records, allows pets, relatively decent neighborhood. the list went on, options gradually becoming more and more sparse with each box ticked. “this is stupid hard, why is this so hard,” it was not a direct response to the question, however, enough to indicate moonsan’s luck on the multiple websites opened in different tabs. “i swear it wasn’t that hard last year when i searched for my apartment. though, i guess it is on the smaller side, too. so maybe it doesn’t count.” he murmured, rubbing his stinging eyes under his glasses before fixing them back atop of his nose.

if picking at seyong’s brain were a hobby, moonsan would have definitely put it down onto his imaginary online dating profile. it was one developed some time ago through late night encounters in the hallways of atlas records, two see-through ghosts brushing shoulders on their way to pick up food or dancing the awkward side step dance right at the entrance to the lavatory. meeting each other became part of routine until they joined forces and willingly occupied each other’s space. cooping in the recording studio with someone proved itself to be much more fun than moonsan could have ever considered, partially because a second presence didn’t let the younger get into his head too much. partially because minds are bound to operate differently after certain hours strike, late night conversations binding them close.

however, two brains were not always better than one. tested and proven once more that day, as the two pairs of eyes seemed to stare blankly onto the bright screen yet not a single fruitful thought was shared. or at least moonsan’s did, gaze too focused on the colourful lines on the screen to take in what was going on around him. “i don’t get it,” the younger whispered under his nose more to himself than to his company, hand reaching out once more to press the space bar that had a five second melody blasting though the speakers installed in the room. “something’s not right, i feel it but i can’t hear it. tell me it’s not just me?” 

listening to the same snippet for the nth time cracked a nerve sangwook wasn’t aware he had. before the young man knew, he was abruptly standing up, chair freely rolling backwards to hit the table. the tips of his fingers pulled at the grey beanie used to tame unruly hair until it stretched enough to cover his eyes, palms pressing right where his eyes should be and a forceful breath of air that boasted his lung capacity left his nose. 

it wasn’t like moonsan had changed anything about his usual routine at the particular moment in time. same long, echoing corridors and spacious rooms, same paths taken to reach them and the same people faced behind each corner, the same polite greetings and small talk exchanged. ten years of having his life signed away to atlas records, and yet not that much changed when he really thought about it. or at least he held such believe up to a certain point in the recent year moonsan could not pinpoint. right up until the universe chose to point out something — someone — the same that was not like the others. 

daniel. so familiar yet somehow incredibly different.

maybe the younger reached a point of development where a conscience started finally kicking in and gently tickling at his ribs with building intensity. in a way that made someone that carried the forgotten title of moonlight boy’s best friend stick out like a small sore whenever in close proximity, sharp feline eyes sticking to the older whenever he was around despite of wandering right past him without a second thought as it did without any fail for many years. was that why the air was so stiff in his lungs once they brushed past each other once more?

“sorry, i swear the weather forecast said it’s gonna be warmer today,“ index finger pointed to the gloomy sky. reminiscent of an eureka moment for an unknowing onlooker if not for the apologetic smile that pulled at the corner of moonsan’s lips. the sun was tucked away between thick gloomy clouds, making the vibrant flowers planted around the traditional village fade to a gray and lose all contrast. a cool breeze played with his dark hair, messing and knotting the otherwise silky strands becoming it’s silent mission.

at least sombre weather meant less people around to whisper and watch. and it definitely did not take much from the general idea of the area, which radiated pride and tradition no matter the weather or the time of the day. it was pretty, from housing to people passing them in colourful traditional hanboks, making the pair stand out like a sore thumb. it fit into moonsan’s original mission well, the man silently promising himself to bring some comfort to the younger that was slightly less familiar with south korea than him. whether moonsan’s intent came from close association to noah’s sibling or genuine care for the boy he’d named a good kid in his head the same second they met was something he was not aware of. however, who’s to say it’s not a healthy mix of both aspects.

the door flew open to display a very bare faced moonsan topped with a navy headband keeping overgrown bangs out of his face and a small corgi tucked right under his left arm, trying to wrestle it for freedom. a sight one would should not be surprised of at the expense of the youngest legion member’s energy and matching agility. “hey, come in,” he huffed out having already made way for hyuck, welcoming the younger into the warmth of his apartment. “sorry- my hands are kinda full this week,” a chirpy tone stated the obvious, bringing up the small elephant in the room. “dad’s on a small retreat so i’m holding onto this one while i can before promotions.” moonsan sized his guest up in a careful manner while patting the dog with the pads of his fingers. “i promise my house is clean and i can put him away with my cat- unless you don’t have allergies and don’t mind them around?” 

the evening was quaint, time moving uncharacteristically slow for the last days of the summer. sitting on a little step outside a closed bookstore as the slowly vanishing rays of sun painted each wall orange felt almost cathartic. a change of pace moonsan only became aware he needed once warmth seeped through clothing layered to keep his identity safe, spreading around his skin and making him sink into himself. between that and the familiarity of the presence with him, the young man was unknowingly sinking into comfort and vulnerability. enough to forget any defenses and the lies he’d tangled himself into so much he believed them.

“thanks for meeting me today despite me being an idiot,“ the melodic tone of his voice was mellow for once, somehow fitting the atmosphere. “and sorry that i dragged you out for nothing. i obviously got too excited and didn’t do my research properly.” head tilted backwards to gesture towards the closed store. the oldest bookstore in seoul stood behind him, holding many interesting valuables that played into the know-it-all, try-it-all habits legion’s leader often displayed. there was just enough time to indulge in them, too, a day or two dedicated to rest between comeback preparations a perfect timeframe. however, characteristic impracticality just had to reach a peak that day.

[200906] Moon San (@moonisani_) Instagram update

“Solo” had always been a part of his vocabulary. Solo fighting, solo standing, solo surviving and struggling. A four letter word used to bolster each of his limbs, a push and shove that drove him forward like a rushing wind and coursing stream.

Head up, chest out, chin raised to the heavens

Yet dark eyes looked downward, drifting and sifting through the sands of time and well-wishes from friends and fans, both of which filled the empty sort of feeling his chest, the place where a heart was to lie but had been swept away by wearing worries and uncertainty that crept underneath well-kept skin laced in ink.

“Solo” meant alone, to continue on as a separated individual, but even he — Ki.P of Legion, Ki.P the rapper, Ki.P the soloist — knew that “solo” would never be just that. Just like each letter of the word, there was a member of Legion there to support him, to push him forward.

Four for four.

Sitting on the floor of the room had turned into a quick stand at the leader’s request, eyes closed as he rose, clapping a hand over his eyes once truly on his feet. What was to come, he wasn’t too sure, but there was a soft hum in the room, the slight smell of something burning that reminded him of candles in autumn and winter. The smoke reminded him of struggling, of push-back and persistence, yet a sense of calm rushed through his veins this time. This time there was no need to worry.

The exclamation — despite expected — caused the rapper to jump in slight, a mild look of bewilderment across his face as his hand dropped to his side and dark eyes glanced at all of the faces in the room. Familiar faces, especially the one that stood at the forefront, grin in place as a cake displayed congratulations and candles.

As the leader requested a specific wish, the young man saw there no reason not to oblige, bringing the wish to fruition before blowing out the candles. With the smoke gently rising, a smile crept across his face, despite how his lips fought to prevent it from spreading. The empty space in his chest now swelled with pride.

Yet words were hard to come by.

“If your wish was to give me a heart attack you almost succeeded,” Jiyong joked, smiling and offering a bow of thanks to those who had gathered. Eyeing the cake, the rapper glanced at Moonsan. “Shall we cut that up for everyone?”

Cake had never really been his thing, often preferring fruit over other sweets, and he most certainly didn’t want to the dessert to go to waste. As for himself? Well, he’d have a bite just to show his thanks.

“Please, I would love to share it with all of you.”

there was profound admiration for the older member rooted deep within the leader of the four boy group. cemented on his skin in the shape of a single symbolic stick figure out of a set of four that rested atop of his ribs, as alive and prominent as ever during the new era that rose for legion as a whole. 

ki.p’s era.

it forced a relatively big switch in perspective — hearing the voice of one of his members through the screen of the television rather than standing in front of the camera beside jiyong proved to be a culture shock the first time sangwook experienced it. a pleasant one, nevertheless, the leader’s pride swelling at the idea of the remaining legion members grasping onto opportunities to come into their own within the industry. meanwhile, fingertips tingled in an undying need to entertain each chance, whether it would be leaving his phone looping music through the night, posting about individual efforts on sns or simply showing up with cake at hand.

as a leader, as a member, as a friend and maybe even as a younger brother, moonsan wanted to be there.

“it takes all the might i have in me not to somehow aim this at your face,“ a mischievous laugh followed, small joyful wrinkles forming along crescent eyes. no more but an empty promise, as moonsan immediately moved to set the confectionery masterpiece down on the closest surface available. which just happened to be a bench, beating the table by at least three meters. “but i love and respect you, so i’m not gonna do it today. practice is probably sticky as it is.”

cake was common ground for many celebrations, moonsan making it his duty to share a piece with everyone around before approaching jiyong with a small piece on a paper plate. “here,” the offer extended along with his hand. “you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want it. this is more symbolic anyway, you know how i get with these things.” tone matched a light sparkle dancing in the glossy gaze, suggesting no offence in the case of jiyong refusing the sweet. the leader always held a tendency of entertaining traditions, ones accepted by the general public or made up by legion alike. perhaps he was a little more emotionally available that he’d ever considered. 

“the only place we can meet?” a glimmer of laughter flees from her lips, and yeseul’s amusement peeks through her eyes now widened. “you make it sound like we’re a romeo and juliet love story — cute.” she shrugs, lips parted until she silences herself with a humored smirk. and what she sees in moonsan becomes another person in a pool of children she has to care for, another child running free through the hallways of atlas while she searches for a way to end her shift. “someday, legion and snc will have overlapping comebacks — when that day comes, we can meet each other backstage at music shows, too.” her tone’s nearly sarcastic, the kind that feels like she’s become a crass aunt — toying a thought over the child’s head. but that kind of thought is trivial in times when she’s a meter away from the exit that holds her freedom. “inspired? at least you know when to call it quits — some idols slave away in the practice rooms, and they never learn that a few hours of sleep helps more than a few more hours or practice.” 

she hears his observation, but it runs ignored — tired? an understatement, considering fatigue was the only constant in her life leaving her stretched thin without a day off. “i don’t have a car — atlas doesn’t love their staff enough to give us that much spending money.” a petty jab serves as a source of relief to her stress, letting her voice her woes to empty walls. and what she knows is the best source of solace comes in the quiet bar around the corner, or the twenty four hour cafe nestled and hidden inside side streets. “you’ve read correctly though — drunk driving is dangerous, so is sleepy driving. make sure a scandal like that never hits your name or legion’s name.” yeseul offers him a small reprieve in the form of a smirk, tossing her hair behind her shoulders before opening the door. “luckily for me — a nice taxi is gonna take me home after i relax myself in a few drinks. you don’t have to worry about me.”

it did not take much for moonsan to lean into a humored yeseul’s suggestion, one hand hooked on the strap of his backpack as his free hand came to forcefully pat on his chest in attempted emphasis. “mm, surely not the worst story to go by. though, i would prefer not to poison myself by the end of it,” perhaps he was already willingly exposing himself for something slightly poisonous over and over, which kept going over his head. truly, the absolute minimal effort was required in order for moonsan to hang onto anything the woman said, insatiable crave for attention present in the way he mindlessly responded. “though, i guess i’ll call you when that does happen,” a musing vocalized through a light exhale somewhat reminiscent of a laugh. big words were allowed when the probability of snc and legion comebacks overlapping was close to zero. 

It was a special talent of Hyunsik’s to not take things personally, perhaps missing underlying hints of bitterness and harsh tones spoken towards him. It had served him well over the years, it meant there were no hard feelings between him and those that may be pushing unwarranted hints of jealousy towards him and his group ( not that it would likely happen now ), but it meant that phrases that could be easily misconstrued as rude by others could completely go over his head, the man none the wiser. While there may be other seniors that perhaps would be insulted by the way a junior group invited him into their studio because they thought he could be lonely, it was only seen as kind gesture in the dancer’s eyes.

“Only a few weeks, you won’t need to wait for too long, I promise you don’t need to hack into anything. It’s close.” There was a content sigh that escaped his nose when he was done speaking, bright smile presented across his features, dimple protruding in the soft skin of the mon:star member’s cheek. Although he had to admit he didn’t know enough about the younger to be aware of whether or not he actually could hack just to fulfil a curiosity. Satisfy an itch to be in the know so to speak. Titling his head he continued to listen to Moonsan speak, knowing all to well just how difficult it could be to have schedules and times confirmed with the company. Once you had a schedule in your hands, it was usually all hands on deck and time to go. There was no room to be lazy or slack. “Just because it’s a you problem doesn’t mean it’s not a problem. Do you think there’s anything I could do to help?” Unless that thing is tracking Legion’s manager down himself and taking the schedule from him, it’s likely there wasn’t. “Hey, where uh, where were you headed? Have you eaten yet?”

a nod of understanding and a silent promise to himself not to pry any further, the time frame presented slightly putting out the sparks bursting out of the younger. sangwook was of curious nature, however, once senses kicked in the young man knew better to stop. he learned how to press on the breaks after nearly ruining friendships that ran deep because of too many questions on topics others did not want to unwrap. and even though hyunsik and sangwook were not on as close of terms, legion’s leader would rather not step over any lines set. “fine, fine. i guess i’ll hold back my questions until it’s out,” a promise to come back to the conversation, much to any dismay that might have been held.

A slight red color began to make its way through her cheeks and on her lips a gentle smile started forming the moment he moved away from her, if there was something that amused her was to notice how other reacted to her actions, he was right, now that he had mentioned it she could notice he was sweaty but being a trainee that was something she was familiar with to the point she didn’t notice it anymore, now that she was analyzing his appearance his eyes were what instantly got her attention, his gaze as captivating as it was when he was on stage “I study the best of the best, groups, leaders, trainees and trainers.” She said counting with her fingers as she mentioned them “And Legion is not the exception you are the true example of resilience, I mean I know it’s now my place to say this.” Never being someone to hide her honest opinions and without giving it a second thought she continued “But everything that happened with your company’s scandals wasn’t your fault and your group still got affected by it but you still led them through it all looking as cool as ever.” She dared to reach out for his shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze “You killed it.” She finished giving him a subtle wink. 

Beam looked away from the older male and fixed her attention on the details surrounding them, now giving her own responsibilities a thought, she moved her head from side to side with his question resonating on her mind “I’m always worried about my duties.” She admitted with all honesty “But let’s not go there because that conversation could go for ages.” She really didn’t want to bother someone she had just met with her own struggles, being in a group with other eight members with one of them being a ‘01 liner, with a promised future that was always uncertain meant having more worries than anything else in the world “I have big expectations for LARK so you better watch out next year.” She finally said turning to look at him again with a smirk on her face, allowing herself to reach again for him this time to push his arm playfully. “Now tell me about you Seo Sangwook, where are you from?” Curiosity filled her about him now that he was in front of her, she was beginning to see him and not Moon San.

a few years have passed since legion had a hard time with every song they put out. in the present day there was nothing else to do than profusely try to forget how a few scandals undermined so many efforts put into the relatively fresh group. it was mostly forgotten, minus the extra effort moonsan had to put into his health since then. “oh? thank you,” there was genuine surprise lacing through the tone of his voice, reaching out lightly pat on beam’s hand that landed on his shoulder. “i didn’t think many people outside atlas noticed that or at least actively discussed it.” he gripped onto the bench, knuckles white, looking away from the inquisitive girl. it wasn’t his favourite topic to discuss. “truth be told, the hardest part about that time was knowing that we couldn’t do anything about it. we had each other and it was a combined effort that got us through it.” moonsan might have historically taken up a role of a hypeman, but back then it was hard to operate as one, the young man placing a lot of reliance on the older members. “so i’ll take it as a compliment for legion, not me.” a single corner of his mouth curled upwards, side smile present as he looked back at the bright girl.