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@♟› taehyung k。 Although his friends had promised him a good night on the town, Bogum's not sure whether he would classify this as "good" so far. While he does appreciate his friends' good intentions, it seems they still haven't realized that the various bars and clubs they drag him to aren't really his scene. Bogum much prefers the quiet softness of a practice room to the boisterous, almost raunchy attitude that comes from the very establishment they're now standing in. Most people would call him boring for having such preferences - Bogum is content to find solace in his music, rather than the plastic cup that was shoved into his hand just moments ago.

He glances down into the contents, finding an amber liquid sloshing about and barely holding in his sigh, merely running his slim digit along the rim to keep busy. Bogum doesn't want to be a downer to his friends, and so when one of them slings an arm around his skinny shoulders he finally looks up, casting a half-awkward smile to the group. It's only then that he notices some other faces that he hasn't seen before, or perhaps just hasn't been aware of until now. One in particular catches the young conductor's eye, and although Bogum didn't mean to stare he...well, he couldn't help himself. It wasn't in any hungry fashion like most stares would be in a place like this, but one that seemed more curious and - dare he let himself be aware - nervous. So, no, Bogum doesn't mean to stare at this (beautiful) stranger, but he does, even when there are so many reasons he should look away.