inked.

@fmdxlaurent asked “wait. how did this remind you of me?”

“you don’t see it?” great, now dowoon just feels awkward. he cranes his neck sideways to match the now also sideways nutcracker statue. two days ago it was standing up, right in the middle of the shopping mall, and the first thing dowoon thought was damn, that looks like laurent. sure, laurent if he was a giant christmas nutcracker, but laurent nonetheless. unfortunately, at the very moment they arrived to look at the thing, it was on its side and surrounded by staff members doing their best to move the thing back to wherever it came from until next christmas rolled around. 

“i really think it looks like you. it’s… tall.” and what else? “it’s got a square head and it has, like, one broody totally purposely styled strand of hair on its forehead sticking out of the stupid nutcracker hat. and,” a pause as dowoon racks his brains for the supposed winning similarity. it really wasn’t as uncanny as he’d sworn it was at a cursory glance. he uses the time to act like he’s giving the statue one last properly discerning glance. “it’s statuesque, right? i mean obviously but uh … t’s princely? i mean, it’s so princely. just like you! yeah!” satisfied with that, dowoon straightens back up and gives laurent a fond smack on the back. “see? the nutcracker turns into a prince or something at the end of the story too. you should take it as a compliment.”

He could not decipher if he should be highly terrified or astonishingly amused, with how much he can see the resemblance between him and the fallen figure. Ultimately, Laurent decided to go with a mixture of highly amused, rather than the much awful choice of astonishingly terrified, as he nods his head in disbelief at Dowoon. “I-- oui--I see it.” Tilting his head ever so slightly to get a better look of the boxed type fixture. 

fmdxlaurent​:

“wow, not only a party killer, but a light weight. remind me to never take you drinking with me.“ jihoon says, rolling his eyes as he takes another sip from his whiskey. he can’t help but look around, see anyone more fun than laurent who would be down to have a few shots. the night had only just began, but the rapper was sure that without any quick intake of alcohol, he wouldn’t survive it. he hated events like these. all in the name of image, the thought made him scrunch his nose as he placed the glass down.

“i have already started the game, you are being a buzzkill.” jihoon says, still not looking at laurent. in reality, he was just bored, he had been bored since he entered the building. there were so many things they could be doing, but the rapper personally would have enjoyed to stay inside his flat and play video games. “hook up with someone? who knows.“ he says, obviously joking. he was sure the other was very well aware of jihoon;s love life to know he would never allow such a thing to happen, no matte what state he was in. “i don’t have one.“ he finally looks at laurent, shifting in his place a bit. “i’m here because im forced to, maybe go down to the basement and just dance for a bit while i scream at the top of my lungs.“

It was his turn to roll his eyes, shaking his head fondly at the younger man beside him. Whether it was intentional or not-Laurent was pretty damn sure it was- Jace was definitely trying to rile him up. Rarely does he take the bait, only when he was in a terrible mood really but whenever he was around Jace, his modes tend to shifts differently. Perhaps because he reminds him of his younger siblings, but on the rare occasions that it does happen, Laurent typically dishes out hurtful and menacing remarks, quickly regretting them after. Thankfully, tonight is not one of those times and Jace will have to deal with Laurent’s typical attitude. 

fmdxlaurent​:

the temperature was quite low in the gardens despite the wide expanse of glass covering the ceiling of the place but yuzu didn’t mind for now. she took a sip from her own glass and looked at the way the smoke drifted up into the air. 

she was thankful he was thoughtful enough to blow it away from her but when a bit of it still went in her periphery she couldn’t help but scrunch her nose a little. “nah not yet,” she replied instead of nagging him for his bad habit like she originally wanted to. 

averting her eyes again she rose her gaze, leaning back onto her hands while she stared up at the wide expanse of clear night sky above them. “the weather is perfect today. a shame there’s so many lights in the gardens still. you can barely see any stars,” she muses instead, unwilling to disrupt the temporary peace the atmosphere provides them.

A quirk of an aristocratic brow mocks her lack of reaction to his nasty habit. Ironically, he completely agrees with everyone who thinks smoking is awful for obvious reasons, to the extent that he would be highly disappointed if anyone of his loved ones would pick up the habit. Yet he refuses to quit. Mostly because it felt as though he was giving up one of his main sources of disobedience and individuality to the system if he did. Oh the dramatics of an artist. 

He simply shrugs and turns away from her, mimicking Yuzu’s moves and refocusing his gaze back to the sky. “What a shame.” Humming as he completely agrees with her. “I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen the night sky glittered with stars.” What a shame indeed. Perhaps this is a sign to drive up to the country side or camp out by the beach side. The simply things that he used to do to himself grounded during his time as a trainee and even as his time as a rookie idol. But alas, time has been taken away from him during the last years, especially with Polaris going abroad more frequently. 

“You enjoying your night so far?” Glancing back down at her while he takes a sip of his drink. Contemplating if he should fly his family over for the holidays or try to get a week off. But the chances of the latter seems difficult to coordinate, especially with his upcoming schedule. 

◤ what you want

❝ my baby says she wanna dance with a ghost she wants to leave me, uh? tell me, i can’t see how you feel just come and see me, uh @fmdxlaurent

“you’re telling me you don’t wanna do a few shots of tequila?“ jihoon asks laurent, brows furrowing in confusion. maybe, after all these years, the other as the voice of reason jihoon lacked in some of his decisions, but he could name way more times the vocalist was the devil on his shoulder. however, he couldn’t help but squint at him in confusion,

“since when did you turn down free alcohol?“ he asks, raising his glass of whiskey and taking a sip from it, eyes still glued on laurent. was it because there were so many people here? should jihoon care about his image a bit more then? …nah, jihoon had other plans for the rest of the night and if his bestie wasn’t planning on accompanying him, he would happily find another willing soul to continue the drinking and dancing “what a buzz kill you are old guy.“

“pass yourself now, mon petit chou. the night has barely begun.” Settling beside Jace the bar, as he raises his own glass of rum on the rocks upon his lips. He had been drinking before the party even started, a solo pre-game in his apartment as he chatted away with his sister on the phone, checking in with her on their weekly facetime call. 

laurent​,

minami hums, nodding as she crosses her arms over her chest. “ i suppose i can’t fault you there … ” she murmur. although she wouldn’t put it so … explicitly, minami knew he was right. it was exhausting trying to deal with all they had to put up with. minami would be far more content sitting in her dorm right now than being here. regardless of how much she liked to get all dressed up and pretty, it wasn’t worth it most of the time. 

this was certainly one of those times.

“ ah, i think i’d rather not, ” minami states, shaking her head. “ i’m prety content with just the one scandal in my, thus far, four year career; another isn’t really in the cards, i don’t think. ” she states, chuckling gently. “ you can afford it, your fans are so obsessive over their beloved oppas, they’re not going to leave you behind. they may be possessive – but your career wouldn’t be the one to suffer. ” minami points out. thus was the double-standard of … she would say the idol industry, but really any industry. “ they’ll tear me apart. or is it your intent to ruin my career ? ” she asks, quirking her head to the side. she’s not quite serious, not really. it would happen that way, she’s sure – but minami doesn’t actually think laurent’s out for her career. both their groups were different sides of the same coin – the biggest boy and girl group in korea. and polaris was a tenfold farther than candy. “ i don’t really wanna face the wrath of polaris fans, personally. ” she says, shrugs.

with a slight chuckle, minami shakes her head – “ i can’t imagine thinking the night is young. i swear, i’m gonna stay ‘til i’m required, then head back … i’m exhausted. ” she points out, slouching down slightly on the bench. “ but i guess some have more energy for things like this, ” she comments idly, thoughts of a certain unnie of hers being much the same. “ didn’t i say that was a conversation for another time ? ” she questions, brows raised. “ there’s way too much going on in there … too many people who want to ask too many questions i don’t really care to answer. ” she says dismissively, shrugs. “ i’d be pretty okay with this night just being over with. events like these are draining … and i didn’t even realize tonight was supposed to be like this. ”

From the very beginning Polaris had made it adamantly clearly that they are grateful for all the love and support of their fans, equally from those who were there on day one to now years later.  Each member had their own way of showing it, of course. Laurent tended to overwork himself and to a degree detach from the business side of the industry. Which meant more often than not, he was always in the verge of a scandal or in the middle of the storm. Simply waiting to be reprimanded and be off his merry way. Years in this sort of harsh environment tends to do that to a person. The last thing he wanted was to completely loose himself. 

“Ah- got burned one time too many huh, ma poupette.” Meandering away from her, contemplating for the nth time that evening if he should lit a stick up. Except studying Minami for a brief moment as she continued to tell him what he already knows, cemented a negative on that thought. If she was rightfully worried about a potential scandal between them arising, what more if they get a photo of him smoking with her in their secluded corner. “oh come now, I’m just trying to make this repetitive shit-show interesting.” He tries to play it off as he steps respectably around her to the other side, further away from the door and deeper into the garden. 

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  as soon as jihoon catches the middle finger, he can’t help but smile, one that reaches his eyes, as he throws a finger heart at the other. this is what he liked about his friendship with laurent. this whole, not get offended at each other and mean the best for each other, what more could he want? however, his smile disappears as soon as the elder’s next comment and he can’t help but roll his eyes.

“one day, you will feel the wrath of the glass slippers.“ he says, joking obviously. jihoon had long gone past his aggressive nature, but he would never throw a punch first, he might do everything in his power to drive the other person up the wall to throw the first punch, but he knew better. “unlike you, some of us have a decent stomach, you weakling.” he says, a small hiss leaving him as he sunk further in his seat. there was a pout threatening to place itself on his features, but he didn’t allow it to happen, instead he shrugged.

“we even released the album and mv you dick head, jeez, can’t remember a single thing i tell you can you?“ he rolls his eyes, a sigh following “i’m actually really enjoying it, not gonna lie. it’s a bit easier on the wardrobe, but to be honest… after having to wear just a leather harness as a shirt, i doubt anything will be worse than punch.“ jihoon explains, a shudder leaving him at the memory. as much as he had pulled it off, he remembers the whole whining situation he had laurent endure. thank god at least the gym and boxing habits stayed around after that comeback. 

The array of expressions painting Jace’s sharp features were always so entertaining to watch. As someone who isn’t afraid to express himself, Laurent tends to push people’s buttons a little too far just to get some vivid reaction from them. But with Jace, thanks to their long standing friendship- brotherhood really- he can’t help but to simply sit back and enjoy each show of whatever Jace decides to throw his way.

“oh i’m positively shaking to my knees, cinder-boy.” with a deadpan look despite the mimicking of the eyes rolling. “ha! big talk from mr.idol over here!” a stage whisper accompanied by a wolf whistle just to embarrass Jace further. When one is simply given the opportunity, one must do the right thing and take it on with a confident stride.

where / exclusive gala when / december 27 with / @fmdxlaurent

the gala is in full swing, and minami can’t help but find herself wandering away from the main room where the party seemed to bustle, bright and alive with sound and music that just seemed all too much for minami at the moment. she’d ended up wandering the gallery for a time, just quietly viewing what artwork was hung for all to see, before finally finding her way to the gardens. and the gardens were far easier to bare than the loud, claustrophobic interior – so, minami decided to find some solace in the quiet nighttime instead. as she wanders out, she finds herself rubbing her cheeks from the smile she’d been forcing onto her lips in the presence of unfamiliar company –

god, she couldn’t wait until this was over.

while big galas could be fun, this all gave her publicity stunt vibes that she wasn’t really enjoying. of course, wasn’t everything a publicity stunt ? normally, she probably wouldn’t have cared as much – minami always loved a good excuse to flaunt around a beautiful, expensive gown. however, with her busy schedules recently, she just wanted to find some time to curl up in the dorm and take a good nap. of course that wasn’t going to happen; some quiet time in the garden could perhaps suffice.

except she heard footsteps behind her and turned around to a familiar face. 

“ why am i here ? ” minami asks, picking the question from the man’s lips before he could ask himself. “ people give me anxiety. but that’s a problem to unpack for another day – why are you here ? ” she questions, brow raised. minami had found herself sitting at a bench after all her wandering, in an attempt to rest her aching feet. she’d wanted to be alone – and now she found laurent standing far too close for comfort. “ we’re at an exclusive event and you think following me around is going to look good on either of us ? ”  she asks, then hums a quiet laugh. “ i’d expect you’d want to be the life of the party in there. what happened ? ”

As though exquisite fishes placed into a glamorous aquarium to be awed and gawked at. Laurent truly despises this part of the industry. For every soul signed into a big three company and their death trap contracts, it’s interesting how they literally put their priced assets on display for the night just to get some sorta publicity out of them. Bad or good. It was as though they purposely ‘invited’-forced- them into these events just so idols can mess up and get their name into the fucking netizen sights to be scrutinised by the public. 

Truly despicable and utterly brilliant. After all, bad publicity is still publicity. 

He could already envision all dating scandals, party related rumours and even amongst the shallowest of the debates- such as the most well dressed to the worst- to be printed in possible several idol sites throughout the next few days. All because of this well orchestrated and glamoured out-shit show- event. If it weren’t for a stern warning from the management and the promise of being connected with filming producers attending the gala, Laurent probably wouldn’t have shown up. Now the he does, however, all bets are off with what sort of twisted rumour they might come up with regarding him. 

With that said he had not intended to follow her out but simply get some fresh air himself, maybe sneak in a smoke before going back in to mingle. Though when Minami’s shinny dress caught his eye soon after he walked into the garden, well it just seemed rude not to give her attention her aura called for. So he shrugs and smirks her quirky little tidbits, before taking a moment to answer her quires. 

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“well, maybe a little bit of love wouldn’t be bad?“ he says, brow raised at laurent. he wasn’t sure when or how exactly this.. friendship happened, but as high maintenance it was, jihoon wouldn’t have had it any other way. “tough love is just as good when it comes from you, hyung.“ he adds, smile pulling on his lips. he can’t help but roll his eyes when he was asked about having a ten foot pole in his ass “today, its only a seven foot one. i blew off some steam at the gym today. i think i gave my boxing coach a bit of a rough time.“ he jokes, eyes moving to his hands holding the menu, obviously shaking from punching bags and pads all morning.

jihoon was a handful, but so was laurent, that was probably the reason to why they were as close as they were. even with the two years of age gap, the senior complex lacked with laurent and jihoon felt comfortable enough to be himself. existing out of pure spite. “did you just make a period joke?” he asks, eyes back on the menu but his attention is taken away by the waitress “i’ll have a double espresso and orange juice, thank you.” he says, flashing a smile her way before dropping the menu on the table and said smile once he looks at laurent “i haven’t slept well the past few days, this comeback is stressing me out a bit.” jihoon admits. as surprising as it was, he never really struggled with sleep, so whenever he couldn’t get is precious four hours a day, he became worse than usual. 

He acknowledges the tough love comment with absolute grace as he nods and flips Jace off with the hand that’s about to pick up his pastry. Observantly watching Jace’s shaking hands, Laurent contemplates for the nth time if he should be going to such lessons himself. He has no doubt that if Jace chooses to turn against him, especially physically, he would have his ass handed to him in a silver platter. It’ll be a glorious ass beating in more ways than one. That’s not to say Laurent can’t hold himself against a bloke or two, but the violence of underground fighting compared to the pro-shit that Jace goes for is a whole other playing field. 

“Good for you, Cinderella. Make sure to invite me whenever you decide to beat the system with your glass slippers.” Every artists, no matter the success or lack of thereof has something nasty to say about their business. He’s heard a fair share from the younger in the most recent past. “yes, I did. period jokes always works unless you actually say it to someone who experience that traumatic monthly horror. also did you just order a double expresso with oj? do you wanna shit on your seat?” A perfectly shaped brow goes up in accusation, as he calmly seats back and places his own coffee mug back down the table. 

fmdxlaurent​:

“I’m sure she would,” max finds himself murmuring beneath his breath in a rare moment of blunt bravery. Even though he knows there’s no wrong in stating the obvious. Laurent was more than aware he was sex on legs to any person walking this earth regardless of their orientation or preferences. The mere fact he’d give him the ammo to confirm his narcissism in this way however makes max pray the comment went past the sunbae’s attentive ears just so he could live another day.

Sorting through the clothes he goes by mere observation as he attempts to help Laurent into his outfit, straightening out wrinkles and folds along the way just to he’d be looking as perfectly polished as max himself right now. 

Leave it to the elder to point that out exactly. His cheeks betray him yet again as he stumbles forward, almost tearing a rip into the nice dress shirt he’s in the process of buttoning up for his hyung. He has to clear his throat noisily in an attempt to get another phrase past his lips without his voice cracking once more as he remains stubbornly fixated on his task.

“Well uh… yeah sure the outfit is nice,” he murmurs, hoping to god laurent won’t mention how he’ll have to lift his shirt yet again with burn it up on their set list. “It was great until you came and decided to tease the living shit out of me,” the younger male complains, unconsciously allowing his lips to purse into a pout that really just makes him all the more of a perfect target.

“Ya’ bet your cute little tosh she did.” Without missing a beat promptly responding to Max’s murmured words. Laurent refuses to believe he was God’s gift on Earth, because Lord knows God would disown him by now with all the bullshit he’s pulled. Perhaps more along the lines of Satan’s ambassador. Which means, he knows exactly what he is working with and he is not afraid to flaunt that bitch for the world to see. 

Now if he can only keep such an attitude when left alone with his own thoughts. See, that is something he isn’t going to dive into the moment especially with the close episode he had a few nights ago during the MAMA event. He ain’t about to have a repeat, nope sir, not before a performance nonetheless. 

“Woah now, don’t be afraid for all mon cheri.” Placing his hands comfortable on Max’s sturdy yet dainty waist. Squeezing it ever so slightly as he leans further into their close proximity, gleefully enjoying every minute of Max’s torture, as he whispers, “I’ll always catch you when you fall.” 

“Tsk, stop pouting in public, you make people wanna kiss you mon cheri.” chuckling as he rolls his eyes, flicking Max’s wayward hair away from his temple. “It’s bad enough you’re about to do a strip tease out there, now you gotta act cute too.” 

laurent.

it had taken a lot of convincing on kyubok’s part to force himself to show up to one of the workshops to start with. let alone a writing workshop. he liked production of songs, he liked arranging how they’d sound, writing lyrics weren’t of his personal interest, yet here he sat, bright and early in the morning. 

kyubok had made himself comfortable in his seat next to laurent, stuffing his bag under the seat and leaning back as he waited for this to all begin. truly this was the last place he wanted to be in the world, but it’d probably nice to like, expand his horizons or whatever optimistic people might say about the situation. “it’s been going alright,” kyu answered the other, nodding a bit. “uh, once or twice i think,” he had to think harder than he should have to recall the last few years and their varies activities. “what about you?”

In return, using his feet he kicks his belongings below his chair to make room for kyubok’s bag under the table. Gazing meandering away from the younger lad, Laurent looks around them to see who else decided to join the class and aside from a few other debuted idols and most of the individuals in the small workshop were filled with trainees. Preventing yet another sigh of boredom and despair, he takes another burning sip of his hot coffee.