♡ streets of seoul

@♛ jung wooyoung。 @♕ choi san。 a dark mantle swept across the sky, studded with myriad stars as the sun has completed its tour for the day. the waning gibbous moon that hung tenuously in the sky bequeathing a very faint light upon the earth. saerom smiled to herself, feeling the night wind blow her hair into a tousled mane. she hugged her jacket close to her petite body, seeking warmth as she made her way out of the dormitory. tonight, nothing can stop her; not even the cool, windy night. she took her time admiring the night sky; something she ached to do every time her group has night activities but most of the time, she only abled to silently watch the sky while in the car, traveling from one place to another.

it felt like eons since the last time she greeted the moon. back in her trainee days, she would always take a night walk, strolling across the busy streets of Seoul and filling herself up with the diversity of street foods; sometimes alone sometimes with her now groupmates. the female heaved a content sigh at the thought whilst she let her feet dragged her to a familiar place, Hangang park where she used to frequent back in those days. tonight it was all about reminiscing the memories.

after succeeding in securing a place on an empty gazebo that's facing the river, saerom fished out her phone from her jeans pocket. dainty fingers danced across the crystal-like surface, opening the camera to snap a pic of the park and send a message to her group's kkt before returning the phone to its previous place. there was something about the night breeze that caught the female's heart. from how chilly it could be sometimes to how pleasing it would feel when it hit her cheeks every time it blows, she liked it both.

who would have thought sitting there whilst facing the river would feel so nostalgic. she used to have so many things jamming together in her head, jostling for a place at the front of the queue yet they never managed to kill her spirit down; not even once. as if every time the wind blows, it would carry away all her worries and soon they faded into the night sky. she reached into her jacket pocket, taking out a dandelion that she had plucked a few days ago and hold it in front of her face. tonight, she only had some wishes to be made. as her eyelids fluttered closed, she quietly said her wishes, blowing at the downy white dandelion soon after. its seeds flew freely and sailed away on the air, like tiny parachutes sending her wishes to only God knew where.

There's not much to anything outside the studio.

The city still bleeds neon, the streets still lined with the false pretense of a life Jiho now just remembers to be a forever ago. What was life before this—? Before Fanxy Child?

Seven Seasons milked him dry— they tried saving money on them by not hiring other producers; and so Jiho composed and produced every track for every album. He thinks back at the nights his wrists had hurt from all the writing, the back pain and the poor diet to stay relevant enough, a tiny bit /good/ enough, to grab attention from other fans.

Ordering a few meat skewers at the streets of Hongdae, Jiho shrugs his shoulders at the thought and smiles at the night sky.

Within the life inside this city stands the fruit of everything he's faced: KOZ Ent.

Peacefully, he takes a bite at the meat and thanks the vendor properly with a bow, steps slow as he blended in with his surroundings.

Things get better.