#braunsol ๐บ๐ฆ kim soleum is a broke college student, suffering from...

why?
because he's waiting for a call from braun. braun...took his number..soleum has..brauns phone number. the actual thing.
Soleums college life has become so much easier now that Braun is his friend. The professor who used to push him around..is gone. His financial worries, juggling jobs and assignments..none of it is necessary now.
Eventually, braun coaxes soleum into moving in with him. An apartment in the city is too dangerous. What if Soleum gets hurt? We can't have that. Besides, the lease would be up soon, and the landlords not renewing...
b u t
braun does know him well. it's almost like he can read soleums thoughts.
oh, look at the date. it's already time for his internship.
he's known braun for well over a โ โ โ โ now, but he's not been to brauns studio yet..or any studio in his life, really. he's only seen the behind the scenes cuts on video.
the internet does read into expressions too much.
soleum is uncertain at first, will he also have to wear a mask?
this must be the charm of a host. soleums never been so close before.
well, it's not like soleum will be going on stage..but he's glad he doesn't have to wear a stifling mask.
the curtains finally draw to a close, and the spell breaks with the first clap. soleum finds himself back on his feet, wavering in place. his knees are weak. he really...lost himself for a second there.
braun walks offstage to the wing where soleum is standing.
did soleum enjoy it? how was his first experience, seeing it all up close?
it was..
๐๐ข๐๐ฏ๐๐ฃ๐.
it's impossible to not like it.
thank you for the opportunity, mr. host!
still, soleum is a little taken aback when braun suggests that perhaps, *soleum* should also try going on stage!
...
when was the last time he heard from his senioโ again?
but if you've forgotten it, it's probably not that important.
so don't worry about it, ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ!
.
.
that's what braun would say. he's probably right.
soleum still has to work on the script for tonight.
his thumb settles on the hollow of soleums throat, and everything amplifies and falls away all at once.
soleum doesn't need to fret over such things.
the hosts hand falls away.
soleum is on stage.
soleum is between the audience seats.
they are looking at him. they are smiling. they love him. he loves...he loves this ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก ๐ ๐ฃ ๐.
soleum is back on stage. brauns hand interlaces with his as they wave and bow.
he follows the host backstage like a doll. his joints are melding together.
did soleum get too excited? it's natural. this is the fervor and thrill of the show. this is what it is to become a true ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง. this is the feeling you live and die for.
the jade of his skin slowly turns to a shade of blossom pink. the air between them is sticky and humid. soleums legs are trembling in this position.
the waves of pleasure wash everything away.
soleum is very far away.
he's back to all those months ago, back to his old apartment. he is in his room, curled up in bed, and brauns show is playing by his bedside. the voice filtering through the speakers is muffled.
it takes away the aches and pains of life. it relaxes him, and leads him into the embrace of the night.
soleums eyes drift close.