─ vocal training room 'de grisogno'

@◈ park jihyo⁻ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ @◈ kim chanmi ᴄʜᴜɴɢʜᴀ⁻ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ “Wouldn’t be a good solo if I couldn’t follow the beat, now would it?” she chuckled, high on her own somewhat decent success. “But as for the vocal chops, so long as you think I could cover backing vocals, I think I’m-“ Jungah lifted her hands to her chest, wiggling her fingers outwards like tiny wings. “-gonna pass on training.”

@✵ yoo jungah⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @◈ park jihyo⁻ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ chungha knew that jungah hadn't been brought to diamond soul factory to become a singer by any means. if anything, she was certain that jungah was going to excuse herself from the evaluation. but she had shown up with a song prepared, and chungha was pleasantly surprised. when the song was done, she clapped and smiled *brightly*.

"jungah-ssi, for someone who is not a vocalist by any means, you carry a tune very well. i don't plan on putting you into any vocal training unless you're interested since you're a guitarist, but great job!"

@✵ lee heeseung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ @◈ park jihyo⁻ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ heeseung was a sweet boy, and chungha was always happy to have him in her classes. he picked up criticism well and it always surprised her how eager he was to improve. she clapped when he was done with his song and stood up straight, having had taken a few notes for him.

"you're improving really well, heeseung-ah. i remember when you came to us, and hearing you now? i'm very proud of you. as for your evaluation today, i do wonder if this was the right choice in song. no worries, i know how you've been training and i know just how to continue. great job today. jihyo-ssi, anything to add?"

[ Rolled with the wrong chara, but yeah, that's a big fat uno ]
Also, I feel bad for the clip I picked, but it is fitting for the character >_____<
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-U7-sbS6JI ]




Despite her attempts to postpone and weasel herself out of the vocal evaluation Jungah knew that she would at one point have to face the music - and sing to it. Even with all the training the company had provided since she got through the auditions and the preparation she had done for today she knew she would fail before even stepping into the room.

Nonetheless she walked in with a bright smile plastered over her face, dressed in her usual punky attire with her red ponytail happily bouncing behind her. A few bows and introductions later she found her spot before the two coaches, feeling without Cherry in her hands. What she wouldn’t do to have her guitar there, using the loud riff of the strings to hide whatever flaws her singing would provide. At least then it would feel less intimidating. But it would also alter whatever perception the coaches would have of her vocal skills, meaning she wouldn’t get the help needed to go where she would have to if she had any hope of getting anywhere. So intimidating or not she knew she had to do this raw.

“Soooo-eh… Lets just-“
Jungah awkwardly gestured for the coaches to start the music, wanting this over with as quick as possible. The familiar melody started out over the speakers and Jungah let out a deep breath, ready to face whatever was to come. She had mumble-sung her way through this song enough times to feel a little comfortable with it.

And to her surprise it went rather good. She even thought she hit a high note she attempted at one point. It was a rush to feel like she actually managed what she set out for. So though she stood still after singing her mind was firing on every cylinder, a full on party in her head because all she could think was:
I ING NAILED THAT!

“Thank you,” the red-head hurriedly added, giving a polite bow to not just start bouncing with energy.

* rolls dice * gets a 1

* rolls dice * gets a 2

* rolls dice * gets a 6

* rolls dice * gets a 4

@◈ park jihyo⁻ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ @◈ kim chanmi ᴄʜᴜɴɢʜᴀ⁻ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ "Thank you for taking the time to evaluate me, I will do my best!" Heeseung said with a light smile before heading over to the microphone. Once there he spent a second to adjust it before the music started, his body moving slightly to the music before he began to sing. He could feel the music coursing through his head, thinking of all his memories that made this song feel like magic to him. He sang sincerely despite it only being an evaluation.

When he finished he smiled sweetly to both women and bowed deeply.

@☾ hwang yeji "yes, performing is my passion." chanmi nodded a few times and led the way out of the dsf building towards a bbq place she knew of nearby, and she ran a hand through her black hair before smiling at yeji. "life coach? not quite. just...too old to mess around these days, you know? better to be close to my dream than completely give up, because it still makes me happy."

@◈ kim chanmi ᴄʜᴜɴɢʜᴀ⁻ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ “Aside from being a vocal coach, do you dabble in being a life coach too?” She asked jokingly, a small smile displayed on her lips, grabbing her bag as well, following the older woman. “I should still treat you, i always believe in fairness.” Yeji hummed then her eyes widened, mouth forming an even larger o. Her respect for Chanmi was already at an all-time high, but hearing just how talented she was as an individual increased it tenfold. If Yeji was a cartoon, her eyes would be sparkling in admiration by now. “You’re an all rounder. Is this your passion? I mean performing?”

@☾ hwang yeji "of course i'm okay with it, i may be a coach but my goal is to lift you up to your highest just like any good friend would." chanmi nodded with a smile on her lips and picked up her hoodie to shrug it on, grabbing her bag as well so they could go to get lunch. "no no, not your treat—never your treat. anyway, yes i dance. i actually choreograph and that's my primary passion, but dsf doesn't have an opening for another choreographer and i did train to become a vocal instructor as well, so i filled in for what we need."

@◈ kim chanmi ᴄʜᴜɴɢʜᴀ⁻ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ It was quite unexpected. The only people she had ever called unnie were the DIA members. Most of the people in the company, whether they’re her seniors or trainees that were older than her, she usually addressed in a formal way. A small smile made its way to her lips as she nodded awkwardly. “If you’re okay with that then uhm… unnie.” Yeji croaked out a bit only for to form a little o. Wow, she danced too? She only ever saw her sing during classes for vocal practice. “You dance too? Oh okay, if that’s alright with you unnie.” She said shyly, giving a sheepish grin while she nodded. “That means that we’ll have a lunch out next time and it’ll be my treat, okay?”

@☾ hwang yeji chanmi could see that yeji was obviously very nervous for this meeting, and she took a step closer before almost reaching out to take yeji's hand, stopping herself at the last minute. "we're not in class right now, you can call me unnie, it's okay. i look a mess as well, just coming out of dance practice, so you're okay! as for lunch, i haven't eaten yet. why don't we go get barbecue? you can tell me all about what caused you to text me out of the blue, and i'll pay."

@◈ kim chanmi ᴄʜᴜɴɢʜᴀ⁻ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ Yeji was a bit surprised, not noticing how the time passed by. She was a bit sweaty, but not overly so, just enough to make her feel embarrassed. She quickly bowed fully, stammering a bit as she rubbed her nape sheepishly. “G-good afternoon saem.” She gave a sheepish grin before fishing in her pocket for a handkerchief, and (thankfully) managed to find one, to which she used to wipe her forehead and neck as meekly as she could. “Pardon the sight saem. I just had uhm a bit of a run, you could say?” She explained before clearing . “Thank you for meeting up with me saem. Oh before that, have you eaten lunch already?”

@☾ hwang yeji chanmi stretched her arms up as she left the dance studio, waving to the other dancers before making her way to the vocal training room where she had asked for yeji to meet her at. it was a little after 1pm - practice had run over like she had thought it would, but they were preparing hard for her debut and she needed to know that she was ready to do this.

"good afternoon, yeji-ssi." chanmi greeted as she opened the door, bowing politely before shutting it behind her - nobody needed to interrupt a one on one session, after all, and it would be better for yeji to get the training without anybody barging in.

@◈ kim chanmi ᴄʜᴜɴɢʜᴀ⁻ᵛᵒᶜᵃˡ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ Yeji came in earlier than their call time, not cause she was afraid of being late (which she was actually in any given appointment), but because she felt a bit more excited. She had always focused on practicing dance, and she knew that she was good at it, as far as she knew, but she felt like her other skills aren’t up to par with it, so why not just level up on that one skill to be a master at that? Why be a jack of all trades when she can be a master of one is what she meant. She didn’t think she was actually a master of it, just that she had confidence in that particular skill, after all, she had been honing it since she was little.

And so, Yeji walked around the room, humming to herself and doing some vocal exercises. The short walks then turned into a full on jog as she waited for Chungha, singing random songs she could think of. It started with their songs, from Bang, Likey, How yoh like that, until it changed to Janus songs such as Monster and Really Really.

@☼ xu minghao ʸᵘᶻᵘ Her eyes slowly moved to the lit screen of her phone again, making the mental excuse that she was just checking the time as she waited for Minghao to show up. In reality she was hoping to see a certain name pop up, no matter how selfish that sounded. She knew this was time meant to be dedicated to Minghao, and she enjoyed the time they spent together, but lately her mind had been… preoccupied.

The door suddenly swinging open forcibly dragged her out of her little moment of inner turmoil, gazing up at the man that had just walked in. “Ah! Haohao, hey!” Her thoughts were scattered all over the place until she spotted the paper bags her offered. Food had always been a good distraction. “Ain’t you a sweetheart? Do you mind me taking the savory one? I haven’t really eaten today.”

@◈ lee donghun⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ June sat on the step with his head between his knees, vowing to never drink again, but knowing he'd repeat this in a couple months and keep denying he had a problem. Of all the nights for him to have chosen to go on a bender, it had to have been when he met their handsome new manager. Without the alcohol to give him the boost of confidence he lacked in his sober mind, he was slowly convincing himself that he would never have a chance with their manager. Not in the way he wanted.

So, why did he want it so bad?

June dragged his eyes up as far as his spinning head would allow him, squinting at the shadow of his new manager as he unpacked their belongings. There was no need for him to be this nice, June thought, pushing the butts of his palms into his eyes to squeeze out the image of his embarrassment. Ugh. He disgusted himself. His parents were probably rolling in their graves at the thought of their one and only child, their son, pining after a man that was his senior. When June opened his eyes again, Donghun was offering him a wet tissue.

He blinked once, bringing the man into focus, and took the tissue quietly. When Donghun smiled, June felt like he was freefalling through the air, not knowing nor caring if there was anything to catch him below. No amount of intimate nights with Felix, or first times with Max, compared to the hammering in his chest from his beating heart. He took his keys from Donghun gingerly, turning the keys on the cluttered keychain until he reached a Winnie the Pooh key (one side was yellow honeybees on a blue sky background, and the other was Pooh Bear holding a red balloon). "This one," he said, and took the man's hand to help himself up.

June should have let go, but he didn't. He held onto Donghun's hand until they reached the dorm, which June led him to politely. He waited for the door to be unlocked, and shuffled in, abandoning his shoes in the entryway and standing on the small step so he could hover above his manager. "Thank you... I'm sorry..." he murmured, avoiding the other's eyes while his cheeks burned. "My room is down the hall..." June pointed vaguely to down the hall.

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ (sorry for the wait, I had a hard time with this one for absolutely no reason ;-;)

Donghun felt useless. Certainly any good manager would have been able to avoid this situation, or at the very least gotten the boy home quicker. Add it to the list of things the manager would do his best at, but ultimately fail in the end. That's how it's been ever since he could remember.

Donghun waited for the boy to recover, ever so often glancing back at the poor keys that had been luckily dropped right by his car. There wasn't really anyone around aside from the occasional cars driving by, which is why the manager wasn't exactly worried about someone stealing them.

Donghun struggled as the boy's weight fell over him, the older now mostly supporting the artist as he attempted to get both of them up. An arm comfortably wrapped around the younger's waist as the other guided the boy's arm around Donghun's neck for extra support.

The manager brought June to the front of the building, carefully dropping him on the step and making his way back to the car to get their things and the keys. Bringing everything back to where he'd left the younger, Donghun reached in his bag to hand him a wet tissue, going through the keys himself but failing to figure out which ones belonged to the building door.

"A little help?" he asked, offering the boy an apologetic smile as he reached out his hand in case the other needed the support to get up once again.

@◈ lee donghun⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ June needed this night to end. He needed to put as much distance between himself and the manager. They would pretend like nothing happened, and Donghun would come to realize that June was a smiling, hard working, good boy idol who did everything just as he was told. Not a drunken mess pining for a sensation he hadn't felt in nearly a decade.

The hand on his back was ever so soothing, though, and despite the raw burn in his throat, June leaned into Donghun to impress the touch deeper. A few cars streamed by behind them, their headlights emblazing the pair as they did. June and Donghun's shadows stretched across the narrow lawn and up the side of the building, and June tilted his head back to see how far they stretched before they disappeared. He fell back on Donghun entirely with a loud sigh.

"I can stand up, I think," he said after a moment, but his eyes were shut. "I think I need your help, though..." With a grunt and a groan, June used the manager's shoulders to hoist himself up, willing the world to stop spinning. "Hold me."

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ Relief washed over Donghun as June finally pulled up his keys. He would finally be able to get the other in his safe space and call it a day. Although he wasn't all too sure how the other would do on his own after the manager left, Donghun trusted he'd just be quick asleep once he laid down.

But things would never be this easy now would they?

The boy hunched over as he covered his mouth, and before Donghun knew it he was making a run towards some bushes on the side of the building. 'Oh no.'
He ran after the boy but was unfortunately not fast enough to catch him this time either. Completely forgetting about the keys, Donghun quickly dropped to his knees next to the boy, getting dirt all over his jeans as he tried his best to get a hold of the younger's hair. It would be difficult to have him shower like this, so anything Donghun could do to prevent that, he would.

One of his hands left the soft strands to rub on the other's back in a circular motion. Hoping it would help him even in the slightest, or to at least assure him there was someone taking care of him, Donghun remained by the other's side until it looked like he was done.

"The keys aren't going anywhere, we'll go grab them in a second. Are you feeling better? Can you stand up?"

@◈ lee donghun⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ June was crashing, and quickly. He was most grateful when the car parked on the curb. He waited anxiously as Donghun got their bags from the trunk, and rounded to his side to open the door, fingers tapping wildly over his knee. The more his body detoxed the copious liters of liquor June had fed it, the more his mind was clearing. When he jumped down to be level with his manager, his head spun. He inhaled great gulps of air to stifle the nausea, patting his pockets at the request for the keys.

There were no more games, no challenges for Donghun to find the keys himself, or any jokes of the sort this time. June wormed the key ring from the back pocket of his too-tight jeans, brandishing them with a swing. There were six keys of different size and colour, with a single keychain, a cartoon koala giving a thumbs up. The acrylic was scratched and the colours were faded, but the words were legible enough (Australian International High School).

June was ready to pass them over when he lurched forward with a hand over his mouth. The keys clattered to the pavement, rattling loudly in the dead night.

"Oh god, I'm gonna be sick," he wheezed, stumbling without a second thought to the nearest bushes so he could save some dignity by hiding in the branches. That seemed impossible as he lost balance while skidding to a halt. June careened over the bush instead. He fell with a thwunk, face first into the grass. Spitting out dirt, he scrambled to all fours just in type for the dry heaving to begin. His stomach curled painfully as it tried to force out what little was left, shoulders curling up to his ears.

A strained moan rolled off June's wet lips. "Manager-nim," he called out weakly through a cough when the spell was over. "M-Manager-nim, I dropped... The keys... They have a koala charm on them. Y-You have to find them. Manager-nim... Please!"

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ The night was dark, but those were Donghun's favorite types of night. The far stars shone in the distance as silence filled the air, the moon which appeared to be always lonely shone even harder and finally allowed the manager to give June a proper glance. 'At least it looks like he's feeling better now'.

The sound of the younger's bracelets bumping together was soothing on itself, but the flowy whistles of the wind that came in through his window and left through the other one had a way of calming him down no matter what situation he was in. The night had been his only confident in the longest time.

The gps on the tablet lost in battle to the passenger, and Donghun could only give short and quickly looks between the device and the building the younger was referring to as he didn't exactly want to take his eyes off the road too much.

As the car arrived at its destination, Donghun parked it in one of the vacant spots, turning the engine off and swiftly opening his door as he put his keys back in his pocket. Reaching for the handle on the back door on the driver's side, the manager quickly grabbed both their bags and walked around the car to open the door for the other as he handed him his own bag.

"Got your keys?"

@◈ lee donghun⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ June did feel sick, but it wasn't from the alcohol, or at least, not in the way Donghun probably imagined. He was only able to maintain his charade of sleepiness for a little bit before he cracked his eyes open. The enticing air rolling through the window was like a sip from the elixir of life, rejuvenating June, if only a little. When the car rolled up the ramp and out onto the open-road, and picked up speed on the main roads, June stuck his hand out the window.

The many bracelets on his wrist jingled as they were bumped together. He dove his hand up and down like a dolphin in water, riding the current. His mind drifted to Max in Australia, thinking of the times he'd watched the boy surf the waves in a similar fashion. He wondered what his first love was doing now and if they could have ever worked out if things hadn't ended the way they had. June had refused to let himself get serious with anyone after they'd broken up. It was hard not to feel like God was punishing him when his parents died the first time he kissed a guy.

June let the music do the talking until the familiar dorm building arose before them. A spattering of windows were illuminated in yellow light, and a neon sign blinked at them from the corner.

"No one's home," he remarked with a loose point in the direction of his dark dorm windows. "The hyungs always leave at least one light on when they're home."

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ Donghun didn't exactly know what he had done, but the boy finally seemed to loosen his grip around his neck, and so he quietly pulled the seatbelt over him and fastened it once again, falling back into his own seat with a muffled dry thud.

Looking back, it was probably concerning just how fast the boy's attitude had changed, but Donghun figured it was just the alcohol speaking and thanked the gods he was finally able to get their ride started. Slightly rolling down his window and making sure to do the same on the passenger's side, Donghun glanced once more at June before turning to lower the volume of the radio, focusing back on the wheel in front of him.

"Ah yes, sorry, June. Rest well, and let me know if you start to feel sick, we can pull over."

And so the manager began driving with a small huff, pulling the car out of the lot slowly as the night's chilly breeze hit the pair. There wasn't much but silence between the two, but Donghun thought it best to let the other get some sleep.

"Let me know if it's too cold, I can close the windows a bit."

@◈ lee donghun⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ The car's head beams created a halo of light that rimmed Donghun where he was trapped under June's arm. Through the drunken haze, he looked like an angel. Was an angel able to burn his skin with a single touch? Every area Donghun touched June burned like he'd been branded by hot coals. He must be a devil...

All sound died from June's ears. Everything except the steady thump-thump of his heart. The seat under his vibrated from the hard bass of the next song that began on the radio. Would June regret everything in the morning when he sobered up...? Maybe. Right now, all that he cared about was how alive he felt.

"You are very beautiful, Park Seonghwa."

The rest of Donghun's sentence died as June's birth name shattered his dreamy reality like a rock smashing a mirror. He'd almost forgotten who he was.

He heard his mother's reprimanding voice called to him in a muffled tone at the back of his mind, "Cut your hair already, Seonghwa. You look too girly." His father's stern voice followed, sounding like he was underwater. "Park Seonghwa! Take those goddamn earrings out! And why are you wearing makeup?"

June let his arm drop limply from Donghun's neck, averting his gaze to spare the manager from seeing the light dim from his eyes. Even as his dream crumbled back to reality, he found the strength to force that practiced smile on and shove his feelings back into the locked box he hid at the back of a metaphorical closet.

"I prefer June," he whispered, shutting his eyes. "I'm sleepy... Wake me up when we get home." He pretended to fall asleep right away, wanting to avoid further conflict, but most of all, wanting to forget everything that had just happened.

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ It was getting hard to deal with the situation. It was getting extremely difficult to not show any signs of what was happening inside his head, but at least his loud heartbeat was thankfully hidden among the loud beats and melodies coming from the radio. It had been quite a while since anyone took notice of him, an- 'Stop it. Get it together Lee Donghun, he's drunk.'

Despite all that, Donghun was determined to get the younger home and make sure he would at least try and sooth his hangover by getting him hydrated and properly rested. This however proved to be rather difficult, much as the situation he had now gotten himself stuck in.

He didn't exactly want to get any closer to the boy, but as his hand fumbled around in the air, the manager realized he was still too far from the seatbelt, and there was no way he was inching any closer to him. This was already dangerous as it was.

With his heart still pumping at the speed of light, Donghun took hold of the other's wrist, bringing it to his side as he once more pushed the boy back onto his seat. In his position, there wasn't much he could to about the arm that was now wrapped around him, but he had to at least get the other's seatbelt on or they would never get home. As he pushed him further onto the seat, Donghun boldly went for the grab, smilling victoriously as he finally succeeded in his quest. Now the issue was getting out of his hold. He could be drunk, but he was probably strong enough to hold Donghun in place seeing as to how he was in a rather unbalanced position.

Scared as he was however, Donghun was determined. He was getting the boy home, no matter what.

"You are very beautiful, Park Seonghwa. Now would you please, please, let me take you home?"

@◈ lee donghun⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ June leaned in a smidge closer to test how red he could get Donghun's face to be. A smile split June's face when the manager laughed. It sounded like a million church bells ringing together harmoniously while people cheered on a new couple's joy. June's hand was halfway through the air to pull the man closer when he was pushed back into his seat instead, man-handled like the belligerent toddler he was acting. With the click of his seatbelt, the bells stopped their song, but even with the radio blaring so loudly, June still enjoyed the sweetest song he'd heard all evening.

"You are very, very beautiful."

The screamo on the radio filled the silence while their eyes hung onto each other. June's heart beat painfully in his chest. He brushed some hair off of Donghun's face before grasping his chin gently in his fingers, his smile settling into a sleepy smirk under his heavy-lidded expression. His manicured thumb grazed the other's lower lip, which he eyed with desire that was as innocent as it was lustful.

"Tell me again," June whispered, his free arm sneaking around Donghun's neck.

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ Despite being worried about the younger, Donghun had already entered his driver mode. This happened only when he was driving someone else around, but he felt the need to check everything was working properly before taking off, and that's exactly what he did as he presented his enquiry, hands busy as he meticulously adjusted the mirrors and his own seatbelt, flicking the headlight switch with a dry snap as the immensity of light illuminated the otherwise dark parking floor, although little to no light actually slithered towards the inside of the vehicle, keeping it as dim as could be aside from the very few pops of red lights here and there from the mechanisms on the front panel.

What came as a reply to his enquiry weren't exactly words. As much as Donghun had been focused on adjusting every single inch of the car, nothing could be as distracting as the sudden movement that came for the seat right next to him. However, before Donghun was even able to question whether the artist was feeling okay, seeing as to how he was clinging to his chest, the boy reached for the radio and started jumping from channel to channel.

Taking that as an answer, the manager took hold of the handbrake just as the other seemed to have finally found a channel that was to his liking.

'Interesting choice of-' the muffled click of the seatbelt getting undone was somehow just loud enough to be heard despite the loudness of the music blasting through his speakers (or perhaps because it was a sound he was quite used to), and in less than a second he found the other hovering above him.

Donghun couldn't make out much of his face or his expression due to the dim environment and the way the younger's body was pretty much blocking every source of light around them, so he'd have to rely on his words to understand just what exactly was happening. Well, that would prove to be... quite difficult.

The man was unbearably close, his warm breath hitting Donghun's lips at a dangerously high speed. He smelled... well, aside from the extreme smell of alcohol, Donghun could definitely feel the faint aroma of some type of perfume and although he couldn't quite make out what it was, it felt pleasant to him. Anyway, this was surely a situation Donghun had not anticipated, but he decided to make a mental note to make sure he monitored June closely whenever he drank. It would seem as though he was one of those people that just... well, we all know, no need to describe it.

This is exactly why, even though his own heart was going at a hundred miles per hour and his face felt hotter than a summer day (and was definitely as red as it could), Donghun simply chuckled fondly, placing a hand on the other's shoulder as he carefully pushed him back onto the passenger's seat and allowed himself to now hover over the other as he once more reached for the passenger's seatbelt.

"You are very, very beautiful"

He didn't lie. He didn't need to. The other was absolutely stunning, stunning in a way not even Donghun could comprehend. But that was honestly the case with most idols these days, it would be difficult to make it in the business if you weren't considered attractive. Although... there was an aura to him that not many had, and that's probably why this whole situation was so hard on the manager right now.