IN PAIRS

Ji-Woon wasn’t quite sure what to think of Frank. In some ways, he reminded him greatly of himself, of his younger days - in some ways of the atrocities he’d committed behind his producer’s back - and in other ways, Frank and the former idol couldn’t be more different.
In some twisted way, Ji-Woon found himself envious of Frank, of the Legion as a whole. It reminded him of NO SPIN and the relationship he’d briefly had with the other boys in the group. It was almost humorous how desperate Ji-Woon once was to be in the spotlight, to have the stage to himself and an ocean of fans cheering and roaring one name. His name. Now he wasn’t much better than a knockoff version of the other’s he’d met.

The former star, on some days, would go as far as to say they were friends, just barely. From what he could tell, they had a mutual respect, if Frank was out of Ji-Woon’s way, all was well, and vice versa. That alone seemed to be about the best relationship he could hope for with virtually anyone in this hell.

He almost missed, or rather, he made himself believe he missed, how quickly fans would swoon over the Trickster’s siren of a voice and dazzling grin, but here, none of that mattered. No money, no status, no fame, nothing. Everyone was on equal footing. Almost no one knew who Ji-Woon was, nor his marginal position on Seoul’s ladder of fame, and it was refreshing.

The little hideout the Legion had, Ormond, was far from any place Ji-Woon would have ever put the slightest thought in coming to, even now. The place was dingy and dank, it seemed exactly as one would expect from such a place. Disgusting.
Ji-Woon was sat on one of the sofas in the baron. frigid place these teenagers called home.