'ok he's talking to other ppl rn chill ben'
'is he looking at me talking to other ppl too is he'
'ok now's my time to get closer'
'excuse u you're in my way to my bestie'
'yes closer better'
'now lets subtly give him a look maybe he'll see- oh he turns around- uh ok then'
'no sad ben'
'aw he's taking pics with other ppl'
'what about me…..'
'senpai pls notice me'
'whoa hold up'
'gurl he's my bestie stop that’
jongin hates the way chanyeol announces on national broadcast that he is “kai’s number one fan.”
"hyung, stop," jongin whines back in the dressing room while the coordinators fix his outfit, touch up his makeup. "it’s embarrassing."
"what’s so embarrassing about it?" chanyeol asks, eyes round with surprise. "i’m the one fangirling over you. you should be flattered!" chanyeol exclaims with an overly exuberant smile.
and jongin can sense the underlying hurt chanyeol is trying to mask with his excessively animated gestures. so not only is jongin embarrassed by the whole situation, now also he feels guilty.
"hyung, please," jongin pleads, and chanyeol sighs.
even before jongin could stand on his own two feet, his mother had always said he had a talent with his hands.
child prodigy, she’d say.
"you’ll be a great pianist someday," she would tell him, and anyone else who would listen. "just like your father."
just like your father.
those are some pretty big shoes to fill.
especially if your father happens to be a world renown pianist who receives invitations from the queen of england to perform concerts at her private parties.
and has won countless awards, all proudly showcased in the room beside the front hall, covereing every inch of shelf and cabinet space from ceiling to floor.
so even at this very young age, jongin had learned the pressures of expectations, the stresses of upholding to the family name and carry on the legacy built up by his father, and his father’s father before him.