Daydream

fmdiris​:

[tw: intoxication weed]

the nickname has him straight up giggling, her voice a melody to his ears that he feels the sudden urge to compose a million songs for. he assumes it’s just one of those things the weed does to him and the fact that she quite literally keeps being his knight in shining armor. also the fact how from his angle the lamp in the corner forms a halo behind her does little to stop the endless supply of metaphors he has bubbling up in his head like carbonated water once you unscrew the lid for the first time.

“hell yeah,” is all he offers in reply though, thankfully having enough of his sanity left to not leave her uncomfortable with his sudden infatuation for her. 

was he really that lonely that he even clung to the idea of dating his best friend?

a conversation he shared with his friends the other day pops into his head, thoughts continuing to intrude his brain and leaving him in a frenzy of messily strung together emotions and ideas. when they say weed has the tendency to make your brain move faster he never felt it quite literally as bad as right now. but he’s tired of thinking about complicated things. iris and him are never complicated. 

so he does the first thing which feels right and pulls her to sit in his lap so he can hold onto her and bury his nose into her shoulder once she’s close enough and done ordering. “thanks.”

[tw: intoxication weed]

She allows herself to be manhandled, of course. It was after all apart of their daily routine- or whenever they meet up- whereby, Max has free reign to literally move her around as he wishes. Iris simply tends to roll her eyes and just goes along with it, unless she was feeling particularly stubborn, mischievous or in a middle of throwing a fit at him. In all cases, Iris finds that he would still know how to ‘handle’ her in the way that simply benefits the common good. 

That cannot be said of course when they were in public. The moment they both step out of their respective flats or any sort of sanctuary that they both found themselves in, they adhere to the social norms country and strict rules of their companies. Something that Iris still finds restricting and often wondered if Max did too, especially since they were both foreigners. 

fmdiris​:

↣ catch up with @durifmd -oppa

duri is making his way around, something that he could always been found doing - but, mainly when it comes to stuff like that. after all, it was a bc gala, so he knew just about everyone that was here, since it’s come into contact with them rather often after the past years that he’s been under bc entertainment. he was a fan of talking, so he was simply going to find himself doing so. 

however, of course, there was times where duri being duri, got a bit overwhelmed by everything. so, he found himself standing off somewhere else, in a place that had felt a bit more open. he could still see everything that was happening, without actually being in a spot that felt like it was full of people. that was the best way, wasn’t it? 

he hears a familiar voice that approaches him, a happy giggle leaving his lips. “hi!” he greets after she speaks. “thank you! you look really nice too,” he says, bowing at the compliment. “i’ve been good! just really busy with everything going on,” he said. “how about you? how have you been?” he asked.  

Between her time as a trainee then as an idol, their relationship has only grown stronger. At least, to Iris that’s what it felt like especially when they were all- including but not limited to the people in the hall with them- are going through. Being in the idol industry or rather the entertainment industry will always challenge one’s mental stability. Iris finds in people like Duri, who reminds her so much of her brother, the humbleness and simply being grounded by likeminded people to be calming in the storm. 

Despite not being someone who is touchy, she feels a sudden urge to hug him. Probably because she misses her own brother so much, and if it wasn’t for the strict company policy along with the different social and cultural norms she probably would have. But alas she keeps to herself, smiling back up at him and glancing around casually. 

As it happens, she just got off the phone with her oldest brother when she shuffled back into the main hall. With a sixteen hours time difference and their busy schedule, Iris makes it a point to always respond to his texts or answer his calls as soon as she can. Especially when she felt like the last few years has been a whirlwind of change for both of them. 

With her shoulders a little more loose, her smile now relaxed and at ease, she struts' straight to him when she spotted him. Still high from speaking to her brother, Iris felt that it was only right to speak to the one who became her brother’s figure in BC. 

fmdiris​:

[tw: intoxication weed]

his gaze is glassy as he stares up at the still colourfully spinning ceiling of his way too empty apartment. living with 6 other boys for so long makes the silence deafening and after the two years of living by himself he still hasn’t gotten used to it. he really shouldn’t be keeping a stack of weed in his own place, knowing his self-destructing tendencies when the silence became to deafening for his loud mind to bare before it started rambling and left the guy fumbling for any available help to shut it up again. 

at least he had gotten better in reaching out. texting iris always came as a gamble to his consciousness. not wanting to bother or burden his best friend but also knowing what kind of whiplash he’d get if he dared keep anything from her always left in that sort of subtle way to send her a message in kakaotalk, vaguely hinting at the fact he was fucked up and needed company. 

and iris just got him every darn time. he didn’t know what he did to deserve having her in his life, truly.

looking at her with an absentminded gaze it took him a solid minute before he realized she was actually standing before him and asking him a question. only then did a grin stretch across his lips, the hood of his own hoodie slightly falling into his vision as he tilted his head up. “burgers are… awesome. munching on a cheese burger right now sounds fantastic. the texture of the soft bun, the sticky cheese on your gums- burgers should be a philosophy in itself.”

[tw: intoxication weed]

In hind sight, she was glad that he was over his ‘secretive’ phase, in where he would almost go above and beyond to hide his suffering from everyone including herself. Even if it meant getting to know him in a deeper level at which point Iris has learned to decipher some of Max-speak. On another hand, she always hated seeing him like this. Iris knows people have their ups and downs but when it came to some people, she takes them rather personally. Now that’s her flaw. 

The look she gave him spoke in volumes. Including but not limited to; unamused, disappointment, worry, concern and slightly intrigued. It’s been awhile that she caught herself tripping, mostly because Iris never particularly wanted a bad trip like her certain friend is currently having. One when euphoria feels so good yet empty and hollow. No, if Iris wanted to get a little fucked up she would do it in a good headspace and within her own boundaries. Still, she wasn’t judging him, not really at least. 

With a heavy sigh, she pulls herself out of bed and the comfort of her warm, newly dried laundry that still needs to be taken care off. Blinking away the sleep, she grabs for the fluffiest hoody available in front of her before shuffling away towards the living room. Unfortunately, nights like these do come around for both of them, its a good thing they are so used to each other’s habits that a pick me up isn’t all that hard to do. 

Stuffing her wallet and phone in her hoodie pocket, since the infamous no pockets for girls in their jeans or shorts were still a thing including but not limited to sleeping shorts. Iris securely locks her own apartment door and makes her way towards the door to her right. Expertly opening it, she sighs yet again and glares at @fmdxmax lonesome figure. 

fmdiris​:

[tw: weed consumption]

✉ ⇢ Fembro 

[ ✉ ] time is fake.  [ ✉ ] idk man. living alone sucks [ ✉ ] i legit may not have slept in like 40 hours? [ ✉ ] I rly dunno what time it is rn anymore x’D [ ✉ ] I’m in korea, right? not europe? so it’s night time, right? 

[tw: intoxication weed]

✉  ↣ Disfool

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edit: also im a new mun here ;; so i’m still trying to figure out the rp itself please be patient ;; 

[tw: weed consumption]

✉ ⇢ Fembro ( @fmdiris )

[ ✉ ] I’m so [ ✉ ] fuckin exhausted [ ✉ ] did you know my ceiling spins in multi colours?  ㅋ ㅋ [ ✉ ] at least it does rn. never did that before… [ ✉ ] looks darn pretty doe.

[tw: intoxication weed]

✉  ↣ Disfool