Baekhyun was not particularly fond of the feeling of being invisible. Or worse yet, going unnoticed while being the target of some unwanted curiosity nevertheless. He had been made to be the center of attention and admiration, standing in the spotlight with an eternal hunger for recognition. He had the charm and the wits to make people feel good about providing him with the extra care he thought he deserved. Yet this time it was Seunghyun in the fancy clothing, with fancy looks, being fancied while moving smoothly in his own element.
The contradiction lying between what he was and what he was trying to be was at its strongest in situations like these. Baekhyun was stripped out of control and placed in a foreign environment under someone else’s shadow, so close to feeling at home yet still a step too far. For a boy of 23 this might have been an opportunity of a lifetime, a desired peek behind the satin curtain of luxury, and there was a sensation of undeniable excitement bubbling in the pit of his stomach. Yet a part of him, the old, bitter, hungry part, was suffering from a quiet fit of jealousy he tried to tame.
The dance floor was like one of any other club, and Baekhyun could not tell what made this one so fetching people were ready to line up in the cold night in hopes of getting to pay their way in. It was crowded for sure, ideal for someone who was looking for company but was picky about superficial things, or for a person who was in such need of any human he was ready to settle for literally crashing on others, jumping side by side, dancing uncomfortably close.
But the hall with loud music and euphoric people was left behind as Seunghyun walked forward still, through an alley-like hallway and past a few more bouncers, more dangerous looking than the ones collecting entrance fees outside. This would be the inner chamber of Seunghyun’s temple, Baekhyun wagered. The area of actual importance, hidden behind the commoners’ playground. The curious smile was curling the corners of his mouth again.
The lighting reminded him of an aquarium, eerie fluorecent of green and blue and some red. It was still dark, and a lot quieter than the area with the dance floor. People were sitting on sofas that looked more stylish than comfortable, sipping their little drinks that were always served in glasses too big for the little amount of liquor at the bottom. He glanced up at the velvety dark ceiling. It was almost like standing under the night sky.
Baekhyun sat down as Seunghyun did, close enough to be able to speak without raising his voice. The other handled ordering the drinks as well, and Baekhyun crossed his legs on the seat. He didn’t really care if his shoes would scatter dirt on the expensive fabric.
“So,” he said after the waitress had skittered away, smiling that foxy smile of his. “What did you do to get so rich and important at a relatively young age?” He uttered a small laugh and tilted his head to the side. “I’ve heard of middle aged men playing with stocks and stuff, but even that’d take some capital to sacrifice. You one of the stags in the stock market? Or are you just pulling my leg and trying to appear a bit cool?” The last question was obviously a joke. Baekhyun had not been blind to the reactions of the people they had passed by.
Upon the return of the waitress, she held the drinks against a tray that remained balanced to the palm of her small hands, the female bending forward as she placed the wine against the table top. With that, Seunghyun had shifted to reach into his back pocket, pulling out a sleek wallet that contained his credit cards. The black card was handed over, the waitress giving a silent thanks as she asked if anything else would be suitable for the two. Waving in dismissal, she understood and left quickly after that to pay for what he had ordered. The male’s tongue roamed around within the walls of his mouth, pressing against his inner cheek and creating a sort of bubble as it poked outwards. Rotating, it moved slow as Seunghyun’s own silence was… prolonged.
Soon a smile replaced that, the muscle of his mouth setting back in its original place as the tallest straightened his head’s position. He reached out with those long, slender fingers and wrapped them around the glass of wine, bringing it up to his lips. Tilting his head back and taking a long needed sip, the alcohol filled his throat and filled his chest with a burning sensation, nostrils flaring slightly as it was suddenly easier to breathe through. Adam’s apple throwing around as he pulled his head back up, Seunghyun placed the drink against the table and leaned back to the seating behind himself, eyes lulling to a close as a feather would softly hit the ground.
There was a certain way that he would act, a way that was distinct from other men. Something about his actions were always… intriguing to others. For Seunghyun? He was just taking his time and thinking through his words before he actually said them. Today wasn’t a day to rush. It wasn’t a time where he felt like he should be silly or too playful. The male was completely relaxed, this sort of silence revolving around his very soul regardless of the distant music rumbling behind the scenes.
A smirk.
“I write music,” he said in a matter of fact tone of voice as his eyes flashed open, locking onto his ‘target.’ It was funny, Seunghyun dragging this male to the club in which you’ve had to have some sort of status to get into in the first place. The way Baekhyun was dressed didn’t necessarily bother himself. Quite frankly the elder didn’t really care about it. He just wanted to have a good time and share a few drinks– make a new friend such as him. “Well… wrote, anyway. I performed them for quite a few years and gained fame, popularity. Being in the spotlight is something I don’t really desire but my passion for poetry, the arts and writing is overwhelming at times. It’s a form of expression and it’s an important aspect in my life.”
Clicking his tongue, Seunghyun tore his gaze away as he stared towards the other side of the room, blankly, wine glass settled between his fingers as he gave it a gentle shake— the liquid swirling in its parts. “I’m sure you’d bask in the title I have. You seem like the kind of person who would… and there’s nothing wrong with that.” Raising a brow, he returned his stare.