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“I used to be confused whether I believed in soulmates or not, and then Mina happened and I realized it was because I was so caught up in soulmates as a romantic notion – whether it was more romantic if they existed or if they didn’t. But I think Mina is to me what a soulmate really is, but without those romantic feelings I was so caught up on. We understand each other without words. All we need is music notes and silence and time. There are days I won’t say anything, but I’ll look at her and it feels like I’ve told her something I was too afraid to tell anyone else. I love her to pieces and she deserves all the success and happiness in the world. She’s a true star. In talent, of course, but she’s like a star in other ways too. Everyone can see the beautiful light she exudes, but that light comes from a complicated place inside of burning, and pressure, and intense gravity. The light has to travel a long way for a long time until everyone can see it, and it’s easy to dilute it into something simple and easy in that time, but the way she shines is anything but simple. She’s an artist and I’m inspired by everything she does and everything she is.“

( ✉ → song mina ! ) Oh boy! I’ve never counted… But you know one of those take-out Starbucks carriers? I finished one all by myself one time. ( ✉ → song mina ! ) I guess it’s because I’m a tall guy that I need so much caffeine LOL ( ✉ → song mina ! ) Minaaaaaaa, you’re making my face red!! o//////o ( ✉ → song mina ! ) That’s right! And I don’t want you to get urself hurt for my sake :’( You should take care of your health and live long! ( ✉ → song mina ! ) I can take care of myself, I promise :D

kwankyung didn’t really consider himself to be that much of a snacker, but when it was late at night and he found himself entertaining a craving for something sweet, he couldn’t help but throw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie along with a face mask and make his way towards the nearest gs25. luckily for him, the nearest convenience store was only a few blocks away, his long legs covering the distance with ease. the walk there only took the length of two songs, and that was because he was strolling at a leisure pace. he took his time walking there because it wasn’t like he had much else to do. alien didn’t have any big plans apart from their upcoming world tour, something that he was excited for. he was hoping they would be able to hit up some cities in the states, more specifically california. 

the time spent inside of the convenience store is even less than the time it took him to walk there. he knew what he wanted the minute he walked inside, his eyes immediately finding it after scanning the aisles for about a minute or so. he paid for his snacks and quickly exited the store. just as he was rounding the corner to head back to his apartment, he felt someone collide into his chest. he barely budged, but the other person was obviously jolted, dropping their carton of milk on the ground. he frowned slightly, looking at the spilled liquid. “you know, you shouldn’t really be drinking milk anyway. it’s not great for you.”

tension is palpable from where she’s standing. she’s practically vibrating from the force of it. 

from here, the trickle of milk veining into the cracks and fissures of the sidewalk mocks her, fading in and out of view. flickering streetlights cast an ugly yellow glow across from behind her, casting her face in shadows. for a moment, mina feels on the verge of tears. she’s not sure why the sudden rush of exhaustion feels overwhelming, but it takes her by complete surprise, the air whooshing out of her lungs, dampening the awkward silence in a barely muffled sigh. 

recognizing his face, mina reluctantly casts her body forward and down in a perfectly executed bow, rising after a few seconds. "you sound like manager oppa, sunbaenim.” she grumbles, resigned. she should be indignant. maybe, even offended. and yet, all mina is at the moment is exasperated and weary.

it’s not uncommon for tristan to wander outside the dorms to grab some snacks. tonight, he was in the mood for spicy instant noodles. he decides to grab a 4-pack of spicy noodles, a 6-pack of beer, some chips, and packaged kimchi. he also shoves a couple bottles of calpico into his shopping basket. he wonders if he should grab something for benjy. his eyes scan the aisles of the convenience store once more. cartons of milk line the shelves of refrigerated drinks. maybe he could get something for mina since she likes milk. he throws a cartons of strawberry milk into his cart.  

tristan watches the cashier ring up all of his stuff. he ended buying more items than he anticipated. he pays and thanks the cashier. he feels someone bump into him, but they were moving too fast for him to move out of the way in time. a carton slips out of the other person’s hand, hitting the sidewalk with a splat. tristan swears he’s watching it in slow motion. 

“my milk…”

he recognizes that voice. looking down, he spots a pouty-faced mina. “aish, mina. i told you to look where you’re going, and don’t run with something in your hands.” digging into one of his plastic bags, he pulls out a carton of strawberry milk along with a straw. “here, i got you something.” it’s kind of weird how he knows she is craving milk. the advantage of being in a four person group is that they’re awfully close to one another.

"you’ve told me a million times, but you know...in one ear and out the other.”

it’s true. whenever she’s in a mood or caught in the lazy haze of a daydream, heart and mind miles away, mina’s got a tendency to hear and retain whatever she wants. (selective hearing. benjy had called her out on it numerous times back when they were sweating it out during dance practice #239 as trainees.) tristan’s face comes in and out of view, mostly because her eyes are still locked on the puddle of milk pooling by her feet and she’s still got that woe-is-me expression on her face when he shoves a carton of strawberry milk at her.

the effect is instantaneous.

( ✉ → song mina ! ) Right? I think I may have a caffeine addiction XD ( ✉ → song mina ! ) Who doesn’t? I mean, besides you, I guess. I’m not exactly the most popular member of MARS, am I? ( ✉ → song mina ! ) It’s not a big deal tho!! Spread love, don’t fight :(

even with promotions in full force, sleepless nights weren’t entirely unfamiliar to jaewon. they were less frequent then they had been  the past few months but at the same time they were also all the more detrimental, jaewon couldn’t afford to be unfocused and worn out during their hectic comeback schedule. not that those thoughts made a difference, if anything, they just made the late hours of the night where he found himself unable to catch any sleep all the more stressful.  he had learned to accept it by now, that after the clock had passed 3, it was better to go for a breath of fresh air rather than to stay cooped up in his room and risk waking up samsoo sleeping next to him.

while usually roaming around aimlessly, tonight he had planned on making sure to at least stock up on energy drinks and coffee for the next day which was booked with hours on end of interviews and music show recordings and anything else dimensions had been able to cram into a day. he was contemplating on all that he should get while at the store anyway when he felt a small frame collect with his, the minimal force not even making him stumble back a step. “sorry.” he muttered quickly, intending on ushering past the girl before there was any chance she’d recognize him but instead, he reognized her. “mina.” he let eyes flash to the spilled milk and back to the tiny female. “since when am i no longer invited on late night strolls?” lightly teasing tone in his voice covering up the despodence clinging to their usual 3am meetings. “how are you doing?" 

she imagines being somewhere. in-between. free of the crippling pressure of needing (having) to do well in everything. she thinks of fleeting hours and not enough time spent with her members and missed calls and unread messages. for her, these past few weeks (months, even) has accumulated into a restless body and time slipping through her fingers. inside, a part of her wants to leave, to be free, legs chasing miles after miles, wind whistling, and no pressure. no expectations. it’s a pitiful reality that awaits her as she attempts to shake herself free of a drowsy daydream.

“hm?” oh. 3am’s got her disoriented and she struggles to catch his voice as she blinks through wide eyes, reality catching up with her in fragments and flashes of the last thirty seconds she’s spent staring blankly at the puddle of milk inches from their feet. soon enough, the words flood her mouth--like a dam releasing. “you’ve been busy, though.” it’s not an accusation. just a reminder to herself that she isn’t the only one being worked to the bone. “didn’t wanna bother you, oppa. you need your sleep, sometimes, right? too many doses of sugar--that’s me in case you didn’t know--is bad for you. might give you diabetes~” she grins playfully and it brightens up her face, softening the furrow in her brow and smoothing the pinch to her lips. “ah! i’m working on some...songs--lyrics, actually.” shyness creeps in through the wash of pink across her cheeks. self-consciousness has her fingers twisting the bags strung on her wrist and she glances up at him, brows pinching together in newfound distraction. 

“i haven’t slept in four days?” the confession slips loose, even as she barrels right on ahead past the ashy exhaustion coating her throat dry with a tremulous giggle. it’s practically hysterical but mina’s now too far gone to notice the strain in her voice. “and i think i ate. right? i ate, yes.” she tries to recall with a wrinkle of her nose, one hand rising to press fingers under her eyes, momentarily obscuring fatigue bruised a faint purple beneath them. “i dunno. i can’t really remember. i couldn’t fall asleep and we’re out of snacks at the dorm, so...” she shrugs, half-heartedly, her smile dimmed to a mere ten watts. tired & lackluster. “here i am? i swear i’m doing alright, though. all things considering...mhm. i’m okay. totally fine.” she stops here, voice wobbling. catching, breaking.

( ✉ → mina ) guessing games aren’t that fun, so like just tell me ( ✉ → mina ) are you sure that they were talking about ice cream? ( ✉ → mina ) oh wait, you were at baskin robbins, i guess they were talking about ice cream ( ✉ → mina ) but i’m sorry, mina. i can’t agree with you ( ✉ → mina ) vanilla’s boring. i only care about marzipan and lemon ice cream

( ✉ → song mina ! ) Durian’s stinky :// ( ✉ → song mina ! ) I like coffee ice cream !! Besides that and vanilla that’s kind of it. I know, I’m boring. ^^;

honey: lipstick, a sweet voice, confident laughter, handwritten notes, tries their best, loves fashion and dogs, bright eyes like the sun, new cities, good grades

woodsmoke: tired souls, ticket stubs and street maps from places they’ve visited, bodies full of untold stories, missing the train, coffee, gentle words 

wisteria: dreamy evenings, freshly-baked cinnamon rolls, sipping tea, writing in a diary, thick, worn-out jumpers, handfuls of flowers, falling in love, book piles

saltwater: dark, tousled hair, ripped jeans, paintbrushes, lofty grins, swallowing hard, a little broken, trying desperately to be a good person

ink: soft aching hands buried in messy hair, tragic smiles, scribbling on dusty parchment, ancient ruins, attic windows, stars, cups of tea gone cold

chae hyunmi aesthetics — 2mi.

ft. song mina aka hyunmi’s other half. ( @fmdmina )