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byemambo · 5 months ago

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24th Birthday Special: Advice from a Concert Connoisseur

I wanted to post something in commemoration for my birthday (Aug 3) and why not talk about my personal takes on what you can do to enjoy your future concert experiences! Of course, everyone will approach concerts differently, so this is obviously a list particular and true to me, but could possibly have information that can enlighten others to try the next time they go to a concert. Although I've been to other concerts of varying genres, this listen will cover mainly how kpop tours go and what to expect.

1) Venue and Ticketing Information

[THE BOYZ - 2024 ZENERATION / ATEEZ - 2019 THE EXPEDITION, both locations in Atlanta, GA]

First things first: collect all information and details about the tour and the concert itself. Depending on which touring/production companies are in charge of the tour, information such as venues, dates and cities, as well as pricing for tickets and merchandise will be more transparent and quickly distributed for the general interest group to prepare their finances and whatever accommodations they'll need if they plan on traveling. I would keep an eye out for the following:

Tour Name along with cities/countries: since companies use "world tour" as a marketing tactic, it's rarely considered a world tour by definition as many artists only touchdown in so many areas of the world within that span of time their tour goes for

The year and tour dates: most tours are announced months to even a year ahead of time, so be aware of when those announcements drop and establish the amount of time you have until that particular date arrives. This can be in a span of a few weeks to a span of a few months, which is highly dependent on the artist's current schedule (comebacks, festivals/major events, touring other parts of the world outside of where you reside, hiatuses, etc)

Who the touring/production company is: from experience, pay attention and do your own research in how that particular company conducts their tours. Some companies are well established and have years of experience in elevating the quality of their concerts, others are truthfully underprepared or unorganized, a few are actually scammers based on how they handle on site VIP tier perks/experiences. I would check Twitter for this type of information, especially if people have compiled their experiences through threads

Who is the ticket distributor: some production companies sell their tickets directly, others such as Ticketmaster or AXS are in charge of distributing those tickets. This is important for having access to your ticket information, venue seating charts, VIP tier list and perks

What is the venue and where is it located: some venues are placed in the heart of the major cities, which all have their own unique regulations and expectations (bag policies, parking, fanmade signs/posters, etc) Locating the venue will also help you narrow down housing accommodations a mode of transportation as some cities are more walkable than others

What are the different tiers/perks: each tour is conducted differently, so make sure you take the time to read what all the perks/benefits will be before deciding on purchasing your ticket! These benefits can include: hi-touch, send off, soundcheck, group photos, selfie opportunities, line up priority, etc! Depending on the size of the venue, these perks will differ in what's available with the prices reflecting so.

What time does ticket sales begin: because of time zones, pay attention to when ticket sales begin, as they will differ from presale (with codes if you've been a frequent attendee for that particular group/touring company, or membership benefits from the group itself), VIP, and general sale

2) Tiers and Seating Preferences

[VERIVERY - 2024 GO ON FAN MEETING / TWICE - 2023 Ready to Be, both in Atlanta, GA]

Depending on the venue size, there will be various ways to view the concert: in the pit/standing area, seated, or leveled/nosebleeds. Although I've had my fair share of purchasing VIP and being able to be closer to the stage, my preferences over the years have shifted, prioritizing my view of the stage versus how close I am to the stage.

This has heavily impacted my overall experience, as I'm someone who doesn't feel the need to record every single moment I'm there, lessening my pressure of wanting to capture the "perfect" moments and allow myself to enjoy the concert in its entirety. I also believe that there will always be videos and photos from other users online, so I use them as my way of archiving those memories

Of course we know what the pros would be in getting a higher tier ticket, but my cons are more important to me: standing/pit will give you an obscure view of the stage due to people (most likely) being in front of you, and how high they all plan on holding their phones up to record. Some fans will also hold up objects (fans, posters/signs, etc), which depending on where you're viewing the stage, that can also be distracting

My favorite areas to stand/sit now are usually centered and towards the back of the pit (near or behind the sound booth) or central seating sections

3) Experience the Concert

As I've been going to concerts, my first one being BTS's Highlight Tour back in 2015 (iykyk...), my approach to concerts have evolved over time:

Bring earplugs! These speakers and crowds can becoming extremely loud and over time with continuous exposure without proper protection, it will affect your hearing long term. I use Loop Earplugs (found on their website or Amazon) and I can still hear the performance/music but without risking my ears ringing after the concert is over

Be mindful of your battery life on your devices. This can be your lightsticks, phone, cameras, etc. You'll need your phone for after the concert, such as navigating back home, ordering Ubers/Lifts, ordering food, etc. Bring chargers, power banks, or extra batteries as appropriate

Dress however you like at the concert, but if you want to feel extra special: dress according to the artist's themed eras or your favorite member! Whether you dress for comfort or for fashion, most fandoms can be (not always but that shouldn't affect your individual experience) extremely friendly and supportive, so having a themed outfit that's recognizable will give you a confidence boost! I'm someone who doesn't bother to dress for every day, but for concerts, I enjoy theming my outfits and received compliments when I'm there :)

[THE BOYZ Juyeon - The Stealer]

If you ever want to make anyone's day: hand out freebies! This can be small bracelets, keychains, charms, unofficial photocards or posters, anything that you can commemorate the day with. I've made unofficial photocards in the past for ATEEZ, which give you a chance at potentially making friends or gaining exposure within the community (if you promote as a creative, artist, group order manager, fansite, etc) However, if you do plan on handing out freebies: you will come across solo stans or entitled people that will not be satisfied with not getting their favorite member so handle those situations as you best see fit (personally, I'd probably just deny them a freebie if they don't have a warm and approachable attitude from the jump)

Talk to people around you and make them feel welcomed and a part of the community: it can be as simple as holding the line for someone else to get their own freebies (this happened to me at the Expedition tour and I was able to spend the entire day with those group of girls), asking who someone's bias is and where they're traveling from, if someone shows signs of needing help with anything, extending a hand if you're able to do anything to resolve the situation, also if you end up sharing words with other people, wishing them a good night and to arrive to their next location safely! It may seem small and insignificant, but these moments can change the trajectory of someone's concert experience in a positive direction without you even realizing

Dance like no one's watching, but act appropriately to not become a nuisance to the group experience: be there to enjoy your time but not at the expense of everyone else's experience. There's room to be excited, but there's no room for disrespect and acting inappropriately: scream while everyone's invited to scream, be mindful of your bubble (I've had to confront people pushing into me before after dealing with it multiple times without an apology), let the artists have a moment to speak and share their thoughts with the audience (please don't use those ments to shout and try to grab someone's attention, especially for people like me that have auditory processing issues and can't always make out what's being said without repeating the statements), be a good sport to everyone around you, including the artists themselves. Just because you paid for the experience doesn't entitle to act unhinged

Experience the concert like a movie: there's excitement in the element of surprise. I usually refrain from looking for the setlists or fancams of previous stops before my stop, treating my concert experience like I'm watching a movie for the first time. Some groups will also play into the theatrics of the show itself with dance performances or stages outside of their promoted songs, even performing songs outside of their norms (such as Japanese releases) or pre released title songs (stream Bite Back - THE BOYZ everyone). Allow yourself to immerse within the environment: watch the VCRs, pay attention to the set design changes, be present in the moment where it's easy for people to fall back onto their phones when they're not be stimulated. Give kudos to all the moving parts that makes these shows spectacular and genuinely a once in a lifetime opportunity. Memorialize it, embody it, consume the energy that comes from everyone coming together and traveling far and wide to be in a shared space and experiencing a special moment that will never be replicated again. And don't forget to have fun and if possible, make fun for others as well! And do not fret if your attempts at conversing with people fall short: it's almost 9/10 nothing personal to you and doesn't actually have anything to do with you. Anything can happen within these 24 hours that can make or break someone's spirit, so don't take offense if people are there for reasons outside of your own. Some people are there to unwind and listen to their favorite music, others want to make friends, some want to get as many interactions with their faves as possible (which I have my own opinions about but it's not important), overall: despite what happens, find your silver linings to make do of what's happening and what's in your control. You are in control of your experience: no one else, so might as well make the most of it and share an equal responsibility with the artist to create fond memories for all of us to look back on with smiles and heavy hearts

Thank you for whoever made it this far: happy birthday to me! 🎂🧁🍰

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mckeeziiie · 1 year ago

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the boy from the summer before ❀ 4.6k words

verivery’s yongseung x verivery

yongseung is caught in a loop of midsummer’s love

inspo ~ summer is for falling in love - sarah kang

The raven-headed boy opened the sliding door and stepped into the crisp evening air. It was the middle of summer, and a gust of cool wind felt relieving, a gracious gift almost, and it gave the boy's lips a quick twitch. He leant up against the metal railing of his balcony, ignoring the paint chips scratching his forearms, and rubbed his thumb across the glass in his hand. It was a cold, and relatively tall, glass of lemonade he made himself. It was a tad too watery and sweet - for he liked his lemonade tart and ulcer-inducing - but it oddly fit the mood: soft sunset, soft wind, and a soft glass of lemonade.

He took a sip and sighed out in delight; his first week back at college was more stressful than he remembered it being, however a summer of partying can really clog the brain. His classes, contrary to what his seniors told him, were a lot harder, but he liked the challenge, for it gave him a spike of determination and a sense of accomplishment when he finally, after 4 tries, got that damn report complete.

The boy snorted, took another sip of his drink because it was strangely addicting, and flicked a strand of dyed blonde hair off his eyelashes. His eyes wandered the streets down below: cars (too many of which were red) lined the sidewalk like ants standing guard, the trees swayed with melodic movements and the wind picked up, almost shooing the remaining people into their homes, their nest for the automotive ants to protect. And the sunset, the beautiful, candied and honey-glazed sunset that made the boy miles away feel warm.

The wind carded through his hair with such gentleness and care that it brought him back to a certain someone with a smile as warm as the sunset against his cheek, yet that sunset reminded him of someone with hair as wild as the colors painted across the sky, and yet those colors, vivid and rich, made him remember the radiant innocence of another someone, but yet that childlike personality reminded him of another someone that acted all to similarly to himself.

Yongseung has had a peculiar past four years; their fall's were refreshing, their winter's were bitter, and their spring's were bright, yet each summer felt like he got hit with a wave, smacked by someone new each season that he held onto for way too long, only for another person to whisk him away and make him forget about the person from the summer before all together, but that was until they left too, twirling with the wind like a god weaving through threads of time.

It was a vicious cycle, meeting another boy that was perfect in Yongseung's eyes, and having him watch that boy leave at the end of each summer, with a bittersweet smile that was almost as familiar to him as the feeling of regret, the feeling of longing and the feeling of melancholy, yet the melancholy had a source: the boy from the summer before.

He looked down and saw that his lemonade was almost gone, so he stood up straight, popped his back, and begrudgingly went back inside.

He can remember the first summer of this series of golden boys too clearly for his liking: it was his first day at his first ever job. He was working at a fast food restaurant as a front counter helper for this boy a year older than him. He remembered him in such detail that it unnerved Yongseung a tad, but how could he forget a person with such a radiant smile?

He remembered the boy to have deep brown hair that always fell in thin vines across his forehead; he wore a pair of torn up red Converse with the laces of his left shoe way too long that he tended to trip over, and a smile akin to sunlight; its was a bit poetic for Yongseung, but the fast food cashier he worked alongside during the summer going into his senior year had the most dazzling smile, the softest voice, and the warmest eyes he's ever seen.

It was obvious as to why Yongseung grew so attached to the boy: he acted as his older brother. Yongseung is an only child, and having the boy next to him giving advice for his senior year and college years to come, rustling his hair when he punched in a customer's order correctly, or simply giving him a hug when his report card was straight A's sent his heart into a tornado of emotions that still left an ache in his chest, like a scab ripped off to early, the blood sweet like cherries.

His attachment to the older soon grew into something deeper; he found himself looking at him longer than anyone else, feeling like he was floating by a simple squeeze on his arm, and an action as small as a giggle sent Yongseung spiraling into a hole of an unknown emotion he only figured out when the older left for college. He understood he had a crush on the older cashier, but whenever he sat with him during their break and watched him shovel french fries into his mouth whilst scrolling on his phone, he couldn't make himself break what they had.

He was scared; Yongseung was terrified to shatter the closeness of their friendship by telling the cashier about his growing crush that he waited too long and lost him completely. He could picture the day so well that it made him feel sick: he was in front of the boy's car - for he had just got his driver's license and the older wanted him to "see what he’s learned" - and the older was not but a couple inches away from Yongseung.

The older signed out a laugh and set his hand on the younger's shoulder. "I'm going to miss bossing you around."

It was so bittersweet that Yongseung wanted to puke. "I will too." He looked up and met his eyes, feeling his chest explode. "Please call and text me. I wanna hear all the wild stories and stupid shit you get into."

He smiled, and oh did he look like an angel beckoning him through pearly gates. "I'll try. College is pretty time consuming."

"You said you'll always have time for me." He pouted.

He felt a hand ruffle his hair and rest itself on the nape of his neck. "And I do, so quit making this so hard on ourselves."

Our. He wanted that word to apply to the both of them so bad; he desperately wanted that word to mean something so much more.

"Goodbye Seung." He flicked his hand outside his car window.

"Goodbye Dongheon."

Yongseung blinked and found himself sitting at his dining table, a plate of leftover pasta before him and another glass of lemonade next to it. He looked up and saw that the flowers he bought a couple days ago were still as lively as ever, and when his eyes landed a bright blue carnation, it reminded him of his second summer.

When he walked into his AP Computer Science class at the start of senior year, he was filled with unfaltering determination and jittery anticipation with a looming sense of anxiety. He glanced up at the white board, saw that there wasn't a seating chart taped up, and turned to search for an empty seat. As he walked between the tables, he threw smiles at people he remembered from classes the years before, like one girl he thought dropped out of the pathway, and gave others quick high-fives and punches on the shoulder.

Yongseung entered the class late - the teacher wasn't there and a few other students walked in after him so he was in the clear - so the seats he wanted were all taken. So, with the snickers and silly faces of his friends behind him, he had to settle with the seat against the left side of the class at the very front; he didn't mind sitting where he was, for he was just a row behind his friends and the boy he sat next to piqued his interest. He had rich blue hair and it baffled Yongseung how the other didn't get reprimanded, but then again, his school's policies were pretty lax.

He remembered the boy looking up from his phone and dropping it on the table, giving Yongseung a thin smile as he shrugged his backpack off and the teacher strutted into class.

"Get to know your tablemate," The bearded man announced. "Because you'll be doing an assignment with them at the end of the year.”

The howls and hollering cries his friends let out when the bell rang still minutely stung; they pitied Yongseung, pleaded for him not to beat the others up and promised that they'll work hard and not leech off him for the answers to this year's assignments.

"Still can't believe you're going to have to work with the pretty blue boy."

"Shut the hell up! He's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. Right?"

Yongseung was right, for the most part however; his classmates told him that the blue haired boy was sassy, arrogantly smart, and strangely pretty.

Yongseung, throughout the course of his senior year, came to realize that the things his classmates whispered to him or what his friends would tell him across the lunch table were only half truths. The boy was sassy, but sassy in a charming and charismatic way; every joke he mumbled would always have Yongseung snickering through his hand or smiling while rolling his eyes. The boy was smart, but not so much in an arrogant way as other students perceived, but in a confident way; he knew his stuff, and the things he found easy he vocalized in hopes for a challenge, and Yongseung really admired that. And lastly, when people said the boy was strangely pretty, they should omit the strange because to Yongseung, the boy was gorgeous. It was something about his eyes, he kept telling himself, and how they matched perfectly with his personality: cat-like, wicked, like a poison-dipped apple.

His senior year flew by and it was summer before he knew it. His final project as a high school student was to create a face detection system between the two of them that could recognize them both. Easier said than done for the blue haired boy, a bit harder and time consuming for Yongseung. But, the boy stayed back and helped the latter the entire time, giving him helpful advice when needed and times where it came off as cocky. They would both stay up till 4 a.m. trying to wire the system up when the blue haired boy would fall asleep on Yongseung's shoulder, energy drink almost about to tip over, when he would freeze and feel his chest blossom with an emotion he only ever felt last summer. He'd drop his tools, fall back against the side of the blue haired boy's bed, and sigh.

Again?

But it wasn't like last summer, for the previous boy was much older, so Yongseung idolized him. As for the blue haired boy, he felt like he had a genuine connection with him and became so close over the course of a month and a half that the feelings he was festering felt different from the ones before.

They, both him and the blue haired boy, felt young, felt happy, felt like they were meant to be, and that's why it hurt so much more to leave him.

"You're going to get into HSU, trust me."

Yongseung had his hands clasped around the others.

The boy nodded. "I know I will." He let out a weak sigh and looked up, meeting Yonseung's stare with wide eyes. "Why'd you have to pick a college so far away?"

"It's only a two hour plane ride, chill out."

"That's an entire college student's lunch money right there." He wiggled his hand free and aggressively poked Yongseung's chest.

"C'mere." The younger pulled the now orange haired boy in for a hug that lasted way longer than a couple of seconds, and the both of them knew that neither one of them wanted to let go. But they had to in the end.

He shut his car door and gave one last glance at the boy; his hair was dancing in the wind.

"Bye Yongie. Hope college treats you well."

"Bye Gyehyeon."

He rubbed his eyes and saw before him his T.V.; he was in his bedroom bundled up in the blankets atop his bed, semi-wet hair kissing his eyebrows and yet another glass half empty of lemonade on his nightstand. He flicked his eyes over to the drink, casting them to the ceiling as he thought about how it was as if the second he started sipping it, he started reliving every summer prior. He looked back at the T.V. and found it playing some reality show. He snickered when a woman started hollering about some nonsense, but got washed away in thought for the nth time that night when he saw a man that looked eerily similar to a boy he met during his third summer.

Since his parents were generous enough to send him off to college with plenty of money, but not fortunate enough to have a scholarship like others he knew, Yongseung had to room on campus; he wasn't bummed in the slightest, for truly experiencing college was to live on campus for a year or two right?

The midnight dorm parties, waking up to someone creating a nightclub two doors done with music loud enough to rattle his laptop, the late night chats with the neighboring room, it all sounded so fun to Yongseung. And it was; he had the time of his life freshman year, persistently accompanied by his roommate.

He clearly remembered his roommate being a child.

No, he wasn't actually a child, but the passionate, nearly electrifying innocence that radiated from his wide grin and his little giggles that sounded like a baby's were enough to convince the boy that his roommate was most definitely on the boyish side.

Yongseung vividly remembered the boy's smile; it was wide, it was bright, and it was always plastered on whenever the older was around. It was a bit hazy, but he remembered his hair being a plum color - because that was his favorite color, and boy did that make Yongseung coo for the other more. It was like coming home every day after classes to his little brother, sitting cross legged on his bed with a beaming grin, elated that his older brother returned and excited to tell him everything that happened that day. He was like a puppy, and that was the love Yongseung had for the boy: puppy love. Sweet, adorable, beautiful puppy love.

Now while the older didn't think the younger boy worshiped him, it was obvious that whenever Yongseung shuffled through the door, the boy would instantly perk up, cast his pencil aside and scoot to the edge of his bed and ask the same question he always did: "What did you do today, and don't leave anything out”

Most of Yongseung's third summer in this incessant cycle was spent on the boy's bed; the younger insisted upon it, that it felt weird without him on it. And so, with a fake scoff and a secret blush of his cheeks, he sat on the boy's bed doing everything (juvenile) you can imagine: homework and projects that made him want to pull out his hair, - why did he choose the hardest major? - reading series after series from his favorite author while the younger took peeks every so often and asked what was going on, eating both of their kitchen creations that left their oven so messy that they had to play rock-paper-scissors to see who had to clean it - spoiler alert: it was always Yongseung.

Their bond grew so strong that summer that it was probably the hardest to leave the boy. He got accepted into his dream school, and the older was beyond happy for him. And when he told him that he'll be leaving in a month, Yongseung knew it would sting, but what he didn't know was how much of that hurt he was going to carry with him for the months after. Sure, it hurt to leave the previous two boys, but something about the boy's pearly eyes and infectious smile made it so incredibly hard to let the boy out of his arms.

"You can let go of me Yong, I'm not going to die."

"But I will without you." He lent back and met the boy's eyes. They were glassy, and that made Yongseung's chest tighten. "Hey, no crying, you've done enough of that."

The hand on his cheek raised as he smiled. "I'm going to miss the late night marathons. “

"I will too," Yongseung said, now holding onto the boy's shoulders. "But you'll have so much fun. Trust me."

He nodded with a tight lipped smile. He looked over at his car, inhaled, and glanced back at Yongseung. "I'll call you once I arrive."

"Please, I wanna hear all about it." Yongseung grinned. "And don't leave anything out!" He tapped the younger's nose.

The boy giggled; he was pulled into a tight, almost bone-crushing last hug and when Yongseung blinked, he was seated in his car.

His fingers were white around the steering wheel.

"Bye bye Yongs."

"Bye bye Kangmin."

Yongseung flipped over and pouted. He couldn't sleep funnily enough; he wonders why. He glared up at the empty glass on his nightstand, sparkling like crystals as the moon hit it from his parted curtains. Curse his addiction to sour foods and drinks alike.

He looked away and stuffed more of the blankets into his arms, curling them into a ball and squishing them against his chest. It was a habit of his, one he thought only he had until he entered his sophomore year of college.

No, Yongseung told himself. Not again.

But much like his endless summer rhythm, he couldn't stop his mind from drifting back to the most recent boy, one he left just weeks prior. Screw you, addicting lemonade!

His Introduction to Programming class was, if he remembers correctly, very lively. He sat with a girl he knew from his earlier classes and her boyfriend and they - for the most part - got their work done and even had a couple outbursts themselves, miniscule in number to the amount the rest of his class had. He expected it every time he opened the door, he expected it every time the professor stopped lecturing to take a sip of water, and he definitely did expect it when he gave them five minute breaks between extra challenging concepts. They weren't annoying outbursts, just harmless pranks and silly gags that even had the professor laughing, so all in all, his Programming class was pretty fun; and it quickly became his favorite class, but not because of its liveliness, but a certain boy caught his eye.

The blondie always sat with the loudest group of guys; and as much as he disliked how inconsiderate they were of other students around them - all they did was talk and sometimes, Yongseung wanted to throw his keyboard at them - that certain boy was always focused and wrote down everything the professor said, as if the other four didn't exist, like he was the professor personal, diligent translator. It baffled him because no matter how hard he tried, he would always miss something due to the group's squawks.

It irked Yongseung beyond reason, and yet each time he thought about it whilst fisting his hair in frustration, his thoughts always trailed back to the irresistible blonde. He looked like a cartoon character: large, round eyes, rosy cheeks, toothy smile. It was adorable, Yongseung admitted, but he merely would stare a tad too long then shake his head and get back to work.

That's how it always was: mentally cursing the group of five, thinking about how pretty the boy was, then blinking before clicking away on his keyboard.

One time, however, when Yongseung was in the back of the library the boy appeared; the younger had handfuls of black hair clamped by his head and eyes gawking down at his paper when a laptop slid itself into view. He nearly flew out of his chair, and the boy laughed like church bells.

"Need help?"

Yongseung was fixing his notes when he replied sheepishly, "Yeah. You look like you understand everything Mrs. Min is telling us." He weakly chuckled. "And I don't."

He couldn't quite understand how they got along so well that afternoon. It was strange because it never happened to him before; he never had the ability to strike up a conversation as effortlessly as he did, become friends with someone in a matter of minutes.

They fit together so perfectly, Yongseung thought, and that's what made it the most difficult to leave.

Since their encounter in the library, the blondie proposed it be routine: get out of class, swing by the cafeteria or coffee shop down the road, and plop down at a table near a window to finish the work they didn't get done in class. Yongseung loved it, treasured the time he got alone with the boy and the other enjoyed it all the same (as if locking pinkies under the table wasn't an obvious sign enough). He adored everything about the blondie, things as cute as his crooked teeth and things as stupid as ordering a hot chocolate, only to set it aside and drink it later.

"Why don't you just get chocolate milk?"

Yongseung asked as the boy pushed it to the center of their table.

The boy smiled and said, "Because I like the taste of it lukewarm and cold better than it burning hot." He flipped open his binder and the other felt a knee caress his. "And because I don't want to be called a child."

Oh, but the pair were more like squealing toddlers than the young adults they really were; they loved stuffed animals as much as they did food, their diet consisted of fried batter and sugary drinks - mainly because the older hated any green food -, and they regularly watched animated kids shows or movies together. It was sort of blissful; it was like he was reliving his childhood with a boy that felt like his clone, his twin flame. Yongseung - in his entire 22 years of living - has never met someone else who likes flat drinks compared to carbonated ones, who removes the tomato on their BLT because it got in the way, who drowns their pizzas and pastas in marinara sauce because, God, is that stuff good.

And, as Yongseung stared up at his dorm ceiling whilst listening to the boy snore and petting his hair, he realized just how hard it was going to be to leave him this summer. He was moving; he bought an apartment down in the city, and it just so happened - just so perfectly happened to fit into this miserable repetition - that the boy couldn't follow him into the city, for he only wanted an associates degree and he got a life-changing job offer in a different city.

It hurt. It hurt more than leaving the previous summer dreams, and Yongseung sounded like a broken record at this point, but he knew, both of them knew, it was because they liked each other. But no one wanted to admit it; not even when they were sitting on the steps of their campus building.

The boy sighed. "I'll miss this."

Yongseung blinked and looked at their intertwined hands. "Same here." He almost choked on the lump in his throat. 'I've heard those words so many times that I think I'll get sick.'

A white car pulled up to the entrance; the boy's mom. The younger felt their hands slip away. "Fuck."

"Hey, don't make this a bad thing." Yongseung pulled them up to stand. "You're going to work on government computers. You should be excited." He smiled, but it was strained, like he was moving his lips against a high tide of guilt.

He could tell it hurt the other too, but it was cute nonetheless. "But you won't be with me."

Yongseung could have broken down into tears right then, but he just chuckled. "You should stop watching those dramas, they're having a negative effect on you.”

The boy hummed and nodded. The car suddenly honked, and that caused the boy to leap into Yongseung, coiling his arms around the younger and squeezing him so tight that he was sure he'll pop.

"Please, please, please call me tonight." His voice was muffled. "It's the only way I can fall asleep now."

Yongseung weakly chuckled. "Those dramas are really taking over huh? Such a charming little man you are." He caressed his highlighted hair.

"I hate you" They pulled apart and locked eyes.

Yongseung watched him approach the car, look back and wave with a toothy grin. He only now left the emptiness in his hand.

"See ya Kim Seung!" His shout echoed down the road.

"See ya Yeonho."

When Yongseung rolled over and rubbed at his face, he only then felt the tears; he couldn't understand why he was crying, but as he was brushing his teeth the next morning, it came to him: maybe he was just lonely. Maybe he was remembering his past summer crushes because his body was finally taking charge and saying 'Hey you lonely fuck! Time to get you a partner!' But, as he massaged his hair dry, he felt ill when thinking about it. He, for some reason, couldn't picture himself in a relationship, and he reasoned that to be because of his summer cycle. His body, though longing for something different, didn't want to change, too comfortable in its debilitating routine that he felt scared, but he morphed that into a form of excitement because he shouldn't be worrying about his past flings on his first day at his new job.

Yongseung fixed his tie in the bathroom mirror. He had about 3 more minutes until his work day started, and in all honesty, he was intimidated by everyone here, the receptionist included. This company was just so high-end and everyone felt so entitled and the floors were too shiny to be normal - Yongseung was panicking to say the least. He flicked his wrist and his watch flashed '9:59.’

"Here goes nothing." He smoothed his hair and tucked it behind his ears. "June 5th. Computer Programmer for...a big company, I don't know, they pay well."

Yongseung exited the bathroom and made a beeline for the meeting room. The receptionist said he'll meet one of his team members there and he'll escort him around and tell him his duties from then on. As nervous as he was, his excitement was through the roof: he got to have his dream job working alongside pretty - or so Yongseung believed - people. Why that’s was something he was excited about, beats him, but it was a point of contention nonetheless.

He was proven right, for when he opened the glass door and stepped inside, a man with wavy brown hair tied in a messy knot looked up and smiled. As he stood up - he was hunched over the table - his glasses almost fell off his nose, and they both shared an awkward chuckle.

"Yongseung right?"

"Yes sir.”

"Great! I'm Minchan, and I can't wait to start working with you."

first post eeeeeekkkk

hope u enjoyed her!!! she was crossed posted from my wattpad with some minor revising, so she’s looking and feeling her best rn 😽😍

would love some feedback!! and ive got another short in the works tewww!!!

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