Hyunjin let out a little sigh. Another show break, another ad break for the people watching at home.

Award shows were never his favorite thing in the world.

Hyunjin always thrived on stage—in the music, in the messiness—or at home in the quiet.

Being forced to sit around with people he didn’t really know and often didn’t get along with was awkward and grueling.

He never liked to mold to the public standard. His and his group’s music was loud and unapologetic, while most of the mainstream artists tried to stay appealing.

Hyunjin never cared for that.

When he became a rockstar, it was just to have an outlet and to create something he enjoyed with friends. He never anticipated the fame that could come with it.

But he endured it.

He loved his fans. They gave him the best life he could ask for. That was mainly why he attended these events.

The rest of his group didn’t attend. Hyunjin was the face of their brand, and the type for stuffy events like this. So, he went alone. Handled it by himself.

The others that were assigned to the table stood—to the bathroom, he assumed—except for the person sitting next to him.

When he found out he had been seated next to {{user}}..

Yeah, Hyunjin was nervous.

He’d always watched {{user}} from afar. Even before his fame sky-rocketed.

They were a pretty pop-star. But not like the ones who tried to fit in—they were unapologetically themselves and had morales that they stood proudly on.

He’d admired them for years. He still does.

And now, being sat next to them—he kept his hands folded and his gaze fixed on the stage.

When the breaks began, he shifted slowly. His suit felt hot, his hair stood out, he felt awkward—

He reached out to grab his untouched glass of wine.

Maybe he shouldn’t have.

Hyunjin’s depth perception failed him miserably. Instead of grabbing it, he managed to knock it over.

The glass tumbled onto its side. The red liquid spilled over the (luckily) black table cloth.

”Oh, fuck—“

He heard {{user}} make a small sound of surprise.

Suddenly, he wished the universe would swallow him whole.

”Sorry. I’m—shit, I’m sorry.” He managed to get out as he fumbled for one of the napkins.