× , drugs and rock'n'roll.

@taeyong Of course, the screams reverberating through the small indie venue are not lost on her; if she were to go in pursuit of her goal (a picture with Taeyong, though that seemed highly unlikely) it would surely take more than five minutes. Would it be better, perhaps more reasonable to just return home, hopes low? This pondering is what causes her to pause, standing in the alleyway as though she were hesitating returning to the venue or simply going back to her friend.

It seems that this elongated moment she takes to stop and think is the bane of another's existence, for she quickly hears the familiar (yet somehow unfamiliar, in her prudent life) sound of a muttered curse and before she knows it, her wrist is being dragged almost out of her arm, her feet moving along instinctively. Her eyes widen, and though she manages to keep up with the sprinting stride of whoever her capturer is, she still trips and stumbles over her own feet.

It's not until he presses her back to the cold wall of the van, freezing in the late night temperature, that she finally captures a glimpse at the person who had pulled here, though his hand remains tightly clasped over . Eyes widening almost comically in surprise and fear, she nods meekly.

Lee Taeyong. The frontman of The Relentless; the man she had been dreamily fantasizing over only fifteen minutes ago.

What was he going to do to her? Why her, of all people? Trouble is the last thing she wants, so she lets out a soft and almost agreeable hum behind his hand. Her hand comes to touch his which he holds over her lips, almost as if to convey a message: I won't talk, so remove your hand, please.

@eunbin // hey lovely! i hope we're still down to continue this! i know im super slow but please do not mind me- if you are still okay to continue, go ahead and reply at your own pace! and enjoy! x

the music was loud per usual, reverberating against the walls of the venue the band was playing in; the bass was a rhythm of ecstasy, the drums hard and pounding loud enough for headaches to start building in temples and the guitar riffs sparked electricity down his spine, his calloused fingers incessant as they strummed the cords. taeyong was in a trance, sweat marring his forehead and hair wet strands that whipped in the air as he bobbed his head along to the music, pouring his entire being into it.

it was just another gig, so it seemed. but it was a special one for the frontman of The Relentless, Lee Taeyong. playing in his hometown came with repercussions but god be damned, he would show the city what they missed out on. for what seemed like eons, they'd all labeled him as the maker of devil music and for once, he agreed. but it was only in rock n roll that one found god, it was his music after all. The concert dwindled down after last song- well, it would be normal if it did but the band members were swarmed by concert goers, all screeching girls who waved papers and other stuff in their faces.

Taeyong sighed, casting a glance at his band members who were all too happy to be in the spotlight too. Well, it was about time he let them be, he had enough attention for one night. Or did he? He was smooth to slip out of the crowd, shooting a mild smirk at Yuta who simply rolled his eyes back at the leader of the band.

It was a regular occurence; Taeyong was known to skip afterparties, preferring to keep himself in a bubble of his own bliss for some time. No one knew what he did in his time alone but there sure were speculations. Rumors that made him chuckle a smirk to himself as his fingers found the leather collar around his neck, smoothly prying it off as he walked out of the venue and into the alley that led to the parking lot, only for his steps to halt in it's own tracks- the screeches were getting louder, alarmingly so by the second. and all it took was once glance behind him to start sprinting, a curse muttered under his breath. but why was there this, person, in his way? did everyone seem to enjoy disturbing his peace today? "," he cursed audibly, picking up his sprint.

huffing a sigh, he was quick to grab the wrist of the girl who stood in his way, dragging her along to where the cars and vans sat. there was no place to hide, the open air of the parking lot one that could get him in trouble he did not need so he pulled her to the very back, an arm snuck around her waist and one reaching up to hold his palm over as he pressed her to the wall of the van. "keep quiet," he instructed coldly, dark gaze bearing into hers in command. "one peep and it's going to be trouble, understand?"

@mark The music, it infiltrates her mind and flows through her veins like a smooth, bass-beat river. The guitar riffs, they repeat themselves in her mind. The vibrations of the bass resonating against her eardrums, they jolt her bones in all the right ways. Music—she loves it. She always has.

Of course, her parents took her out of violin when she was eight and started showing too much passion for it, and they had forbid her from listening to The Relentless, claiming it was abominable anti-church music. She had even had to lie to them tonight, telling them that she was planning to study for her upcoming midterms. Well, her midterms were still pestering her on the calendar next week, but what she's currently doing is far from studying. With her friend by her side, bobbing their heads to the beat, Eunbin doesn't quite apologize for her sneaking out and perpetual acts of lying to her parents—she's spent her entire life being a virtuous angel worthy of being prided by her parents. She can afford a couple sins in her life; they'll surely be repented later, even if she doesn't truly regret it.

"Hey," speaks up her friend over the music with a gentle tug to Eunbin's sleeve as the final song ends. The woman in question tears her gaze away from the dark-eyed, brooding frontman of the group currently occupying all the attention in the room upon the untouchable expanse of the stage, and blinks at her friend, who taps her watch. "It's late. We should head back."

She doesn't quite want to, and perhaps that sullied hesitation is evident upon the expression of her visage, for her friend sighs. "It's almost eleven. Come on," she says once more, pulling her away.

"W-Wait," Eunbin calls out, turning back over her shoulder to catch just one more glimpse of the band behind her. "I wanna see if I can get a picture. I'll... meet you outside, okay?" With a sigh, her friend capitulates, nodding and throwing her a quick, "No more than five minutes," before turning to exit the venue. She watches her go, a gentle sigh leaving Eunbin's parted tiers.

@mark @eunbin [] happy roleplaying!