Originally supposed to be a Junhwan(Jinhwan+junhoe) fic. But interpret as you will. 

Also why do people keep subscribing. This was not supposed to be a story with subscribers. I'm literally dumping these ty drabbles I thought of. There's no reason for people to like this. It's just me being dumb. Guys. 

 

He can’t do this. It feels like he’s suffocating. Everything is so restricting. His eyes dart around, desperately searching for an exit. He hears the knock but feels deaf to the sounds.  "You almost ready?" His mom peers in from the door, smiling encouragingly at him.  "Uh..." She leaves before he can give her any definite answer.  He wonders how disappointed she would be if he left. How embarrassed the family would be if he ran away. How angry the others would be if they found him missing from the tiny dressing room reserved only for him.  He considers staying. He considers not running away and instead, walking down that extravagant aisle. The one lined with imported pink tulips from Holland because apparently they're not in season this time of year. The one marked with a long red carpet, ultimately leading to his future. He considers just taking those few steps and then finishing the night in the big hotel hall. The same hotel hall that's currently dripping in decor. From paper lanterns handmade from Thailand to the lace tablecloths ordered from Turkey finally to the world-famous band booked for this night only.  He thinks about all of this