[ Any relaxing day you may or may not have been having before now is ruined the second the feed begins, not with pleasant white noise but an inhuman screech. The kind of wailing you'd hear from a dying animal, but with the underlying unmistakable sound of an upset child.
A child, who to anyone who's met him, looks awfully familiar. Like a shorter, chubbier, dark-haired Jinseok Jin, all of maybe six years old.
The scenery is the lobby of a hotel in front if an elevator, blocked by a tall member of staff who rightly makes the executive decision not to let a small, unsupervised child roam the hotel.
And that unsupervised child is far from happy about it, throwing a big hissy tantrum for not only the people peacefully milling about the lobby, but also every person tuning into the network. ]
This hyung will not let me go home! This is my home! I live here! Me! Let me go upstairs!
[ The answer is still a wise "no", which is quickly drowned out by another spoiled, agitated baby fit. ]
A child, who to anyone who's met him, looks awfully familiar. Like a shorter, chubbier, dark-haired Jinseok Jin, all of maybe six years old.
The scenery is the lobby of a hotel in front if an elevator, blocked by a tall member of staff who rightly makes the executive decision not to let a small, unsupervised child roam the hotel.
And that unsupervised child is far from happy about it, throwing a big hissy tantrum for not only the people peacefully milling about the lobby, but also every person tuning into the network. ]
This hyung will not let me go home! This is my home! I live here! Me! Let me go upstairs!
[ The answer is still a wise "no", which is quickly drowned out by another spoiled, agitated baby fit. ]