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As soon as Johnny walks out of the KT building, he’s craving for a long nap and probably a drink, though not necessarily in that order. He walks along, listening to music on his earphones. Honestly, he’d like to listen to anything but the song he’s supposed to be working on for rapping workshops. He sighs as the bright lights of the KT building finally disappear from view. It’s getting late, and he’s not exactly in the mood to catch up to whichever party his friends are at tonight. 

He contemplates heading to the convenience store before walking to the train station. He’s getting thirsty, and he’s not sure whether he wants to wait until he gets home to drink. He sighs as he gets himself a bottle of water before heading out to take the slightly long walk to the train station that will lead him home. 

Johnny pauses to take a sip of his water when he notices something… or rather someone rather unusual. Weren’t high schoolers supposed to be in cram school or something? Or at least heading home with their friends? So what was this one doing wandering around the streets at this hour? It’s either he’ll bust her for skipping class or he’ll help her go home. Either way, Johnny feels like he has to check what’s this kid’s game. Approaching her, he clears his throat. “You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here.”

This is the last time Ryujin put her trust into a GPS, that is for sure. She cannot believe that a tool like this can be so outdated to the point where she find herself lost in an area where they should have sufficient data, annoyance printed clearly on her features. Phone in hand still she has some slight hope to find the way to her father’s medical center and focused as ever, she’s not catching onto the fact that she is not alone in the streets.

Ryujin jumps visibly when a voice speaks to her in a tone that makes it seem like she’s done something wrong, hand clutching around the mobile to make sure that she don’t drop it in the surprise. “Seriously– ah, why are you scaring me like this…” She lets out a sigh once having collected herself, hand reaching up to comb through loose shoulder length hair. “What do you mean I’ve got thirty seconds, am I not allowed to be here…?” 

Confused by the demand she completely disregard the fact that it’s nearing midnight and that she’s alone, on a Saturday night; with her uniform tucked safely into her bag it’s impossible to see where she has came from. Stranger danger is obviously not by the things Ryujin concerns herself with as she respond comfortably, without neither fear nor worry. She’s not disrespectful however, she thinks, but she realise that the male is older than her.

a closed starter for @rkjohnny

When Ryujin picked up her phone to use the GPS she thought that she would be following an open road to the Shin Medical Center but instead, she find herself in unknown territory as she  blindly follow directions from a computer. Obviously the map isn’t updated and mayhaps that’s common knowledge but when provided with such a seemingly amazing tool, you’d expect that the gosh darn thing work properly too. Not today though, Ryujin has no idea where she is.

Staying back to dance for another hour surely was not her best idea considering the hours the group had initially went out, Ryujin met up with her fellow dancers just over 10PM. As the girls meant to perform for an hour only that wasn’t enough for the high schooler, who simply had to keep going until she realised that she would actually not reach the last train home. Thankfully it’s a Saturday off tomorrow, so she decided to puppy eyes her step-brother to drive her.

When he’s going home that is, Ryujin know that he’s a busy man. She want to scream when it says on the GPS that the assigned route is actually getting longer, she is clearly lost but she is also too stubborn to ask anyone for directions. Not that she could see anyone anyway. Having come straight from school she’s glad that she brought lighter clothes, wearing only shorts and t-shirt which honestly is hot enough due to the heat. 

// what about visuals

Johnny shrugs. The modeling industry was a harsh one to be in, but at least he still managed to get jobs. Unlike being here, where it’s all work and hardly any gratification. “It is what it is,” Johnny says with a sigh. “It really depends on what the clients and designers want for a job.” Sure, he wasn’t the best model, but at least the modeling industry still made him feel like he was somewhat capable. If the number of jobs he used to get were anything to go by. “The girls have it much worse though.”

“Good,” Johnny says. “No offense, hyung, but I don’t think double-eyelids suit you. Then again, I’m probably just too used to seeing you well… as you are right now.” Johnny wonders how he managed to last this long in an industry that focuses a lot on visuals. Beauty trends come and go, and not all of them can afford to just change their looks on a whim. What can be considered attractive now can be the new normal in the next few years. He sighs as he continues to eat his lunch. Time to move on to cheerier topics.

“It’s just the same old, same old. Practice the same song over and over, despite my non-existent lines and center time.” It’s not like he was going to be the ace of the team anyway. He doesn’t know why he hoped for more than just the same line over and over again, but it is what it is. Oh well. “I’d love to hear the new song once you finish it, hyung,” Johnny says with a smile. “I’m sure it’ll be great, like always. What’s it about this time? And what’s the sound you’re going for?”

“I see, I see.” He answers, a bit lost in thoughts. His desire to be involved in the modeling and fashion industry had always been non-existent and now, after hearing about its superficial policies from someone who had experienced it first-hand, that opinion was encraved even more. This was definitely one of the last things in the entertainment industry he would want to go for. GRAY simply thought he wasn’t the type to fit in anyways. “Yeah, in the end it’s about the clients ideas and visions.” In that point he guessed the fashion and music industry weren’t even that far apart.

The older man snorted at his friend’s honest comment. “That’s probably true. It would look really unnatural. Monolids suit my face the best, hm?” He was actually the type of guy who thought that one should embrace what the heavens had blessed them with. So there was no way, he would ever get plastic surgery done, even if it meant to reject an debut offer once again.

He blinked at the other’s honesty. That sucked. Big time. And looking back at what position he had been assigned to, when being offered to debut under NSG 127, he believed that he would have suffered a similar fate. “Sounds shitty.” GRAY sighed. That was KT in its prime. “Sorry, to hear that, bro. You deserve more than just one line.” Things could be so much better, but there was basically no chance to change the system in any way. In the end they were just figures in a game of chess.

“Come over to my apartment, when you have some free time. You can bring the other guys too. I’ll welcome you at GRAYGROUND anytime.” With a grin, he gently bumped his fist against his buddy’s shoulder. It had been way too long since they had a good chance to hang out together. “Hmm, I wonder.” He hummed, smirking. The older man felt honored, whenever his friends praised him for his work. But in his eyes, his songs were just sounds of his heart he needed to ban on records. It was nothing overly special nor great. “I am aiming for a free and relaxed sound that makes me remember why I am so in love with music.”

@rkjohnny

actually gray wasn’t the type to dress up and put on a mask. he wasn’t the acting type after all, as he rather preferred to simply be himself. but once a year, during halloween, he guessed it was alright. especially since that meant to be able to break out of the usual schedule and spent some time with his friends. well, this year that plan was meant to fall flat, since almost everyone from his closer circle of friends had debuted within the last weeks and months. it had been a turbulent year for them all, and looking back he felt a little melancholic. not necessarily due to his life choices, but rather for the fact that things wouldn’t be the same ever again. but that was life, it was how it was supposed to be. a never ending ride of constant changes.

but even with how they went on different paths, gray still wanted to remain a part of their lifes. that’s why he took on every opportunity to interact with his dear friends within kt entertainment. even if it meant to just engage in a trivial talk, instead of the preferred deeper conversations.

at the sight of johnny, he walked over and smiled at his friend. idols like him were invited to an idol exclusive halloween party, so he guessed the other had already thought about a costume. johnny was more creative, especially when it came to things like that. hopefully he wouldn’t mind if gray asked him for some inspirational advice regarding a halloween costume. “hey, johnny. do you have a costume for the halloween party yet? got some ideas for your old friend as well?”