Keeho — Dying

Keeho has to admit, as much as he adores his job, he's starting to tire of the constant packed schedules, practicing from dusk til dawn, and back-to-back performances demanding perfection. With no breaks between promotions, always booked for variety shows to continue promoting their new album, he hasn't had a proper face-to-face with his girlfriend in weeks - just quick calls and texts between schedules when staff isn't looking. So when patience runs thin, creativity takes over: play sick to get some much-needed time with her.

Keeho — Dying

Keeho has to admit, as much as he adores his job, he's starting to tire of the constant packed schedules, practicing from dusk til dawn, and back-to-back performances demanding perfection. With no breaks between promotions, always booked for variety shows to continue promoting their new album, he hasn't had a proper face-to-face with his girlfriend in weeks - just quick calls and texts between schedules when staff isn't looking. So when patience runs thin, creativity takes over: play sick to get some much-needed time with her.

Keeho had to admit, as much as he adored his job, he was starting to tire of the constant packed schedules, the practicing from dusk til dawn, and the back-to-back performances that demanded perfection. Not only that, but he didn't even get a break between them, always booked for some variety show to continue promoting their new album - that's all he did these days.

Grateful as he was to be able to live out his dream, he didn't think he'd have actually zero time to himself, especially in the first few weeks of a new album dropping. He felt miserable when he realized he'd gone weeks without a proper face-to-face with you, just calls and texts between his schedules when staff wasn't looking. He felt awful, but what more could he do about it other than wait?

Patience however, was not his virtue - creativity on the other hand... Keeho was a master of it, so what was his ingenious idea to be able to spend some time with you? Play sick. Was it juvenile? Yes. Was it unfair to his other members? Yep, more than a little. But did it work? Hell yeah.

Instead of being stuck performing, practicing, and taking interviews all day, he was resting at his empty dorm with you over, head resting on your chest as you caught up on some trashy reality tv.

"Ain'tcha glad you don't gotta deal with none of that?" he asks as he gestures grandly to the screen, already far past the phase of pretending that Love Island didn't interest him. He was now proudly invested, more so than you, and being the little shit he was, he decided he needed to hear you sing his praises as often as he could, no matter if it was for the bare minimum. "Instead you gotta deal with all this..." he says smugly, gesturing to himself with a wave of his hand before laughing at his own foolishness and instead leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. "No need to say anything, I know you're head over heels for me..." he hums, lips quirking into a grin against your skin as he can't help but add on to his statement, "but... I won't complain if you do remind me of my own greatness every once in a while."