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“Yongguk finally, we were waiting for you!”
Yongguk nodded towards the red haired man that let him inside the club.
“Is there something going on?” Yongguk asked as he noticed at the cheering from the main stage.
“You got yourself some competition.” The man smiled slowly opening a door to there right and they both walked into a small room from where you could see the main stage in the club.
“What do you think?” The man asked as Yongguk observed the boy on stage.

It was hard to tell exactly how old the boy was because of the mast that hid his face but maybe somewhere around 17 to 25. His pink hair was some what out standing from his otherwise dark clothes but was caught Yongguk’s eyes were the boy’s hight. The boy was maybe around 184 or something like that which meant he was taller than Yongguk himself. Only after observing this did he start listening to what the boy was doing and he must admit it was quite imposing.

“He’s good right?” The man beside him ask.
“Yeah, where did he come from?” Yongguk asked looking towards the man.
“One of our singers found him.” The man smiled.
“What’s his name?”
“Well i don’t know his real name but he gose by Zelo.” The man said.
“What do you know about him?” Yongguk asked.
“Not much, he’s around 18 years old, don’t think he gose to school but i’m not sure, don’t know what he does otherwise of where he’s from or.”
“Basically nothing.” Yongguk looked back towards the stage just as the boy, Zelo, finished.
“Yeah, he’s not really that chaty.” the man nodded.

Yongguk nodded before he turend hin atenche back towards the main stage only to notice that Zelo was gone.
“Uh, where did he go?” Yongguk looked over the crowded room but he saw nothing that looked like pink hair.
“Oh, he usaly just disapere after he’s done his preformens.” the man beside him explains.
“How many times have he preformed here?”
“Umm, about five or six i think.”
“And he always leaves right after?” Yongguk must admit he was a litle bit curious about the boy and for some reason the boy felt familiar even though there was no way to know for sure becuse of the mask.
“Hey Yongguk, are you going up or what?” The man asked.
“Oh right.” Yongguk quickly grabed his usaul golden microphone that lay on the table infront of the before heading down towards the stage.

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“Yongguk! Yongguk! Yongguk!”
Junhong looked down on the stage from where he was sitting on one of the many scaffoldings that stood against the rooms walls. With big eyes he watched as the black haired boy that was currently on stage doing his thing. Junhong had no idea what he had done in his previous life to be able to stand on the same stage as Yongguk or maybe it was heavens way or repaying him for everything that had destroyed his life.But right now it didn't matter because he was there, he had stood on the exact same spot as Yongguk stood now.

He could stay like that forever, not being seen but he himself seeing everything. But not even two minutes into the preformen his phone buzzed and as he took up it to look what it was his eyes widened, it was two minutes over nine and as he looked at the text he knew he was dead.

From: Appa

I swear to god if you're not home within the next minute you’re going to be sorry!

Without a second glance back he rushed towards the nearest window wich would always be open and jumped out. Landing on a container before continuing down to the ground running along the dark alleyway towards his apartment. Why did he have to stick around like that? Whilst he was running he took of his leather jacket and mask packing them inside his backpack before puting on his school uniform jacket. He also picked up a quite old black har and pressed it over his pink hair. When he reached his apartment he quickly through his bag towards one of the windows and all his practice pulled of when it got hooked on a small spike just outside the window.

A soon as he stepped through the door he was forcefully pushed to the side and crashed into the table beside him, falling to the ground as it’s sharp edges dug into his side.
“Why are you late?” His father towered over him.
“I.. I got stuck at school..” Junhong mumbled trying to stand up but was once again pushed to the side, this time crashing against the wall but before he could move two strong hands pushed him back into the wall.
“What have i told you about being home late!?” His father yelled at him and Junhong didn't even make a sound as a fist connected with his stomach, he was to use to it at this point but it still hurt.
“I’m sorry Appa, it wont happen again.” Junhong apologize but was still thrown to the floor and there was no use in trying to stop the kicks that rained down over him.

"That's enough for now, go to you're room!" His father told him before dragging his feet towards the living room.
Junhong didn't waste any time as he quickly ran towards his room. But before we ran into his room he took a quick tripp to the bathroom to clean the pink cooler out of his hair, leaving it with white/gray colour.
The first thing he did was to get his bag that still hung outside the building, quickly pushing it under the bed. walking up the the old wardrobe that stood against a wall he pulled out a while t-shirt and a pair of back sweatpants to sleep in. After changing pants he carefully pulled up his shirt and hisses when the fabric pressed against the sore sports he now had all over his chest and back. Quickly pulling the new shirt on he lay down on his side on the hard bed, not that he hadn't been in this situation before but for some reason this time it felt worse then ever. The pain was the same as always but he felt utterly lonely and vulnerable.
"It's going to be fine, everything will be okay, everything will be okay, everything will be okay.. " He continued mumbling the words while he rocked himself to sleep, just like he usually did.

Notes

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