Seok: Ah, Fuchsia...
*The idol stepped forward carefully, afraid he might startle the brunet. Furrowing his brows in concern, he gently cupped Fuchsia’s cheeks to force him to look at him.
Seok: Hey, listen to me. Nothing, and I mean nothing, is your fault. What happened earlier when things changed, it was just an accident. Futures change all the time. Nothing is set in stone. Okay? You’re not going to miss anything with me, I promise. To be honest...I was thinking of taking you back to that crummy motel where we first made love and proposing there. Then again, it’s not the most romantic place to be...but it has its sentimental value. I just want to be with you.
Older Seok: I feel the same way. Naekkeo- *He turned to his ex. I know things are a mess right now, but I really want to fix this. I think about you every single day—everything feels so f*cking pointless without you. Please, please take me back. I love you, Fuchsia.
Older Sang: *Gives Trenton a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to Jiwoon. All right. Youngest first.
Jiwoon: *Slowly distances himself from the Fuchsias and Seoks to give them some privacy while he danced/rapped. Okay, ready.
Older Sang: You get one minute. Go!
*The kid was certainly talented—maybe even more talented than Sang was at his age. Yet despite how quick and sharp his dancing was, he couldn’t seem to get up to speed with his rapping. At least not in English. Then again, he could outperform even Seok on dancing alone.
*And then, just to make things even more challenging, Jiwoon threw in a little bit of vocals, hitting a high note that Sang could only ever dream of reaching. The older idol was less than thrilled.
Older Sang: ...f*ck.
Jiwoon: Your turn~
*The former idol huffed and awkwardly took his place in front of Alius, Suri, Pierce, and his husband. To his surprise, Sang actually felt nervous. Like he was performing in front of a massive crowd again, even though it was just his friends and family surrounding him.
Jiwoon: Any time you’re ready.
Older Sang: Right...right, okay, I’m ready.
*He probably should’ve stretched beforehand, judging by how stiff he felt dancing at first, but he made it work anyhow. Using the years of experience he had over Jiwoon to his advantage, he started out relatively quick, keeping a steady rhythm and pace while also taking care to accent certain words to make them stand out. But just when it seemed things were getting a bit predictable, he tripled the speed, spitting out a little over 10 syllables a second.
*Jiwoon’s eyes widened to the size of saucers in disbelief. He knew Sang was fast, but to be fast and still have every word annunciated and accented well enough to understand was a skill Jiwoon had yet to master. While the younger idol was a little more difficult to understand when he tried to rap fast—and had difficulty with controlling his breath—Sang performed with ease. And his dancing, although a bit rusty, was still that of an experienced idol.
Older Sang: *Coming to an end and posing.
Pierce: If he can hold his breath that long, it’s no wonder why you love him. *Looks up at Trenton.
Older Pierce: *Hitting the ball to keep it in the air. Smiling, she gently splashed Jules. Glad you could join us~
Ouija: *Reaches out to turn Remi’s attention back to her. “You're a really good kisser~” *Before he could respond, she closed the gap between them again, threading her fingers through his hair and rolling her hips against him.
*The adult version of Pierce waited patiently outside for Gage, knocking back a flask of whiskey until he stepped out.
Adult Pierce: “Wow, I haven’t seen you in forever.”