deja vu

Felix is buzzing with excitement as he opens the oven door. Everything is set for games night; the games are set out in the living room, punch is mixed and prepped with markers for people to claim their cup, and now his famous brownies are ready for his guests to enjoy. Felix loves cozy gatherings and big groups alike, so games night seemed like the perfect idea.

He invited pretty much every person he could think of to games night, wanting to be surrounding by friends and new faces like the social butterfly he is. Still, he isn’t sure who will be able to make it given the late notice and can’t wait for people to arrive.

Luckily, he didn’t have to wait too long because as he finishes plating his brownies on the platter, there is a knock at the door. He quickly tosses his apron into the corner and checks his reflection in the mirror. His hair is still neat but there’s a bit of batter on the corner of his mouth from licking the spatula. Oops.

A quick wipe on the back of his hand and he’s ready to greet his first guest. He rushes to the door and greets his the newcomer with wide smile. “You made it! Come on in.”

He helps them shrug off their coat and places it in the closet for safe keeping before walking them inside. “Brownies just finished so you get the honor of first pic. Care for a drink? I’ve got a pomegranate and pear punch, and some soju if you’re looking to really let lose.”

@seoulessrp

mingi’s schedule allowed him for a night off. the only thing on their group’s agenda was the japanese single that would soon release. that was why mingi wasted no time in attending felix’s party. the two had always gotten along, and he was a fun guy to be around that mingi thought he owned it to his friend to show even if it was for a couple of hours. he quickly brushed the comb through his hair to maintain the whisks that managed to stick out. once he finished getting slightly prepared, he was on his way out. 

half of him was tempted to send felix a message that he would arrive shortly but figured that surprising was always the best way to show up. it didn’t take long before mingi’s driver parked outside of felix’s place, and the idol was on his way upstairs when he finally knocked when he arrived. 

“i should arrive earlier more often,” mingi said with a smile once the mention of brownies was mentioned. “i’ll go for pear punch. i’ll slowly work my way to soju. i don’t want to be the first one to get tipsy.” 

mingi considered himself lucky to have loving members that equally cared about his mental health state and loved him. his members listened, offered a pep talk, joked, and treated each other like a family instead of viewing this like a job. yunho made the idol life far easier. with the two being friends for years had provided mingi with the strength to continue this lifestyle. the taller man hyped mingi when he knew he had an off day. there was no questioning that they were soulmates, and yunho would be in mingi’s life until the very end. 

the idol felt exhausted the minute he woke. he didn’t know if it was the weather that had him down in the dumps or if the tour had mingi physically exhausted. the man crashed on the couch with an exaggerated sigh that sounded like a plea for help. “what are you doing today?” mingi asked the only other person in the room. he glanced in the direction of yunho who was busy playing on his phone. “are you in the mood to go somewhere? i need to get out. i should stretch my legs instead of stretching them out on this couch.” 

It seemed like during any free time she had, Chaewon spent the majority of her time alone — watching dramas throughout the day and falling asleep on the couch because she was convinced she could stay up longer. It was a cycle she was trying to break. She was a social butterfly, thriving off of social interaction. She needed it in order to stay sane and that was why she’d invited Mingi around to hers so they could hang out and maybe grab some good later in the day.

Heavy drops of rain fell against the window, a cool breeze swaying the trees outside making her glad she hadn’t been the one that had to go out and yet she couldn’t help but feel bad for Mingi who had already started his journey. A knock on the door turned her attention away from the kitchen window. As quick as her feet could move, Chaewon ran towards her front door, flinging it open to reveal a very damp, very sorry looking idol that had her jaw dropped. “W-what?” She stuttered, eyes widening eyes so slightly. “You’re absolutely soaked. Did you forget an umbrella? Come inside so we can dry you off.”

Ushering him into her home, she pulled him through the rooms towards the the bathroom with a small smile “Don’t worry about the floor, we can clean it later.” Chaewon spoke through a giggle. Once inside, she threw a towel in his direction and bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from falling into a fit of laughter when she realised her aim was off and it was now covering his head. “Sorry, Mingi.” Reachinf a delicate hand out, she removed the towel from him and then placed it in his hands. “I have some over sized sweatpants and shirts if you want to change? We can talk hang out properly you’re warm again.”

@halamingi

the first rule while living in seoul was to always keep an umbrella at hand. the unpredictable weather kept locals wondering when or if it would rain. mingi did his best to wear a jacket with a hoodie or keep the umbrella strung to his wrist. unfortunately for the idol, the umbrella stayed tucked between the couch cushions, and the jacket he quickly grabbed on his way out had no hoodie. the terrible part about this was that the jacket he chose provided him no warmth since it was thinner than he expected. these were the repercussions for leaving in a hurry when his members told mingi to catch a breath on his way out the door.

the day seemed beautiful enough to walk to chaewon’s place. their buildings weren’t too far, and mingi loved the outdoors. he thought that he would beat the heavy clouds that headed his way by pacing during the walk, only to be soaking before he reached chaewon’s door. he debated about walking back or calling a member to bring him a change of clothes, but he was knocking on chaewon’s door without another thought. “the umbrella refused to leave the house,” mingi explained when he looked at the aftermath of the rain. it seemed like mother nature won this round.

his first reaction was to remove his soaked shoes at the door. that helped none when he was leaving footprints and drops of his soaking clothes the further in he walked. “i’ll get this cleaned,” he felt terrible that there was a trail of water throughout her place. mingi removed his jacket just when he felt the towel hit his face. “ouch,” he chuckled when he removed it from his face, then began to wipe down his skin with the dry cloth. “it’ll fit?” he was a tall guy. he was worried that the clothes would fit him properly. “i can try, but i’m afraid that your shirt might fit me like a crop top.” he chuckled, then brushed the towel on his wet hair next. “i didn’t think it was going to rain that bad. i’ll get everything cleaned when i dry or when i change.”