TWENTY-FOUR
Two months until comeback…
“I’m going to be late tonight,” Jaeyong says, as I press my phone to my ear hard enough for my piercings to flare with pain so I can hear him over the noise in the background.
“Yeah, okay,” I say, figuring this was going to happen. As the countdown to comeback begins, I know that Trickshot is probably already back in studio, working on their newest mini-album (or have been working on it, but are spending more hours on it now, full days of work, instead of sporadic hours over the week, maybe), and Jaeyong sounds tired, completely wrung out.
“I’m sorry,” he says, voice strained, and I do my best not to sound disappointed. It’s not his fault, it’s not.
Just like any other couple that have highly demanding jobs—something’s gotta give, and I wouldn’t
