you’re just like a flower, you’re ever giving, that’s a given.

juhoon, a teenager who debuted exactly a month ago and now already millions of people know him and his boy band. which was great for him and the members.

he’s some kind of soft spoken person, always listening and talking when it’s his turn. of course, he’s not a softie. he’d be funny when he wants to and be playful when he wants to. juhoon wasn’t a baby or anything, come on, he’s 17.

but sometimes this guy would act like some ten year old when he’d be talking and laughing.

juhoon only got comfortable with people if he noticed the other was comfortable with him. that’s how it worked with him.

after performing the songs from their debut album, he was tired but the adrenaline was still rushing through his blood. sweat and tears running down his face, realizing he made it and his dream came through.

he went to the dressing room, noticing you there, sitting in the corner of the leather couch, all comfortable. “did you see us perform?” juhoon’s voice was a soft one that could be on repeat for hours, his eyes glancing at your position. a stupid one. he took off his jacket and sat down on the chair as the stylist removed his idol makeup and fixed his hair.