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Seungyong and Hwan were right. It was possible that the girls were still sleeping, considering it was a day off and she hadn’t heard about any plans, but it was better to message them before they woke up than to have them panicking because they knew nothing about her. Especially Ruri, who would probably forget she had left and go to her room, only to find her bed empty and no breakfast ready for them on the table. Saeun grabbed her phone and took a selfie with a finger heart. She typed a quick message and sent it, throwing her phone to the bed. She busied herself unpacking, even if it was just for a few days. It would give her a better access to her clothes and everything she would need. It also made the room look nicer, not just like a place where they were staying for a while, but a somewhere she could relax.

“It’s fine, I like this one.” She didn’t like big rooms when she was sleeping alone anyway, so used to her roommate back home. Once everything was ready, or at least the way she wanted, she picked a nicer outfit, laying it out on the bed. The weather had been cooler back in Seoul, but now here it was warmer and she wanted to be comfortable. She walked out of her room and followed Hwan’s voice, curious to see the room in person. And it didn’t disappoint – it was as gorgeous as she had seen on picture, too big and with a beautiful view. “I’m happy with the one I have. You keep it, oppa. You do a lot for us, so maybe it’s about time we spoil you.” This trip was for them to enjoy life a little without having to worry about other people but themselves. Saeun knew it wouldn’t be easy, they were used to it, but they deserved it.

Then she turned around and walked a few steps to Seungyong’s room. It was just like hers, if only a different color on the walls. “I was thinking we should make a list of the things we need, deciding whenever we’re going out for a meal and don’t count it. Just so we don’t buy too much and don’t have any food left when it’s time to leave.” It was five of them and only three days, a little bit less, so they wouldn’t need much but snacks and maybe some things for a light breakfast or a late dinner. @vldseungyong​

Hwan’s room would be grand; he’d seen the pictures online, and was thus uninterested. On tour, when they were sleeping in hotel rooms, he often got the biggest one, if only so everyone could meet up in there. Now it was only the three of them and their staff, and they could just spread out over the living room instead. Seungyong much preferred smaller spaces when he was only staying temporarily: it was easier to familiarise himself with them, and he didn’t mind walking a few extra steps to reach the bathroom. That Hwan was so shocked about it was a surprise. He supposed in some ways it made sense, but he’d never thought much on it; maybe it was because they were so used to sharing rooms that the question of who would stay where had never arisen, but now that they were faced with it, the easy acceptance – much different from the way Particle would be fighting, right now – was surprising.

“We get a key each, you’re getting the room. It’s only fair.” Seungyong couldn’t help but grin, leaning against the doorframe of his own as he watched the others move about. While Hwan settled in and Saeun unpacked, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, ignoring a good half of the texts that had found their way into his inbox and sending Minho a ‘good morning’ with an exclamation point, and then, as an afterthought, a reminder to eat fruit with his cereal.

He lifted his head as he saw Sauen approach from his periphery, humming in agreement. “We can just shop on a day-to-day basis – for today, we’ll probably eat out for lunch somewhere, but I don’t know about dinner. And we can get something for breakfast tomorrow morning, and then see where we’re at after that. The store is in walking distance, it should work out.” He could understand her concern over leaving perishables behind, but there was no way to anticipate when they’d eat out or order takeout over the next two days without knowing the restaurants in the area. “We can get coffee somewhere, and then figure out where to go from there. See how we’ll spend the day, too.” @hwanvld​

when he was granted the master bedroom once more, hwan took that as the final confirmation. much like the rest, he wasn’t particular spoiled about having a certain room but now that he was allowed the best one, there was a bit of childlike excitement. his feet moved towards the bed, placed right in the center, and he dropped his luggage on top. similar to seungyong, he didn’t bother unpacking. it was simpler to just dig through his luggage whenever desired, than wasting his breath on trying to organize and arrange. 

upon saeun’s voice, hwan peered over his shoulder. similar amazement mirrored her gaze and he couldn’t help but smile. though it dropped with a playful scoff at the other’s words that seemed almost foolish. the rapper did nothing compared to the others. he was the last deserving of being spoiled- but of course, saeun was an angel from heaven. “such lies, but i’ll take it.” he responded back, cheekily. when she turned around to head out, hwan decided to deal with his baggage afterwards and followed saeun into the hallway. he stopped just behind the shorter, hovering at the back and glancing at seungyong as the other spoke up. both opinions were valid, it was better to be prepared, but winging things was also fun.

“jeju is known for their seafood restaurants. there’s a few nearby, if we wanted to do that for dinner. we can also head to a local bakery for breakfast tomorrow.” hwan pitched in. he had done his research on the plane, alongside their van ride down and made sure he mapped out a good portion of the area. although he knew seungyong had trusted him with making all the food plans, he wasn’t quite sure the likes and dislikes saeun had when it came to eating. “there’s also a family-owned place nearby and the kimchi jjigae seems to be a bomb.” hwan then added as he remembered that was one of saeun’s favorite dish. @vldsaeun​

“if a random door opens in my apartment?” he raised an eyebrow at hwan, clearly unimpressed at being asked the question. “i’d go and make sure the window isn’t open. close it again, most likely.” he would, probably, be one of the first people to die in a horror movie, if only because he wouldn’t be scared to approach whatever monster was wreaking havoc, chalking it up to have some sort of realistic explanation. seungyong didn’t believe in anything supernatural – gods and ghosts were all the same in his book.

he swallowed down another mouthful before reacting. “there’s no way to cuddle in a van, don’t lie. it’s just awkwardly leaning our head against someone’s shoulder, and waking up with a stiff neck.” at least in his case, because he was almost always the shorter one; he’d scoot down, rest his forehead against the crook of a groupmate’s neck, and feel the pressure of their head on his only moments after. out of consideration, there wouldn’t be any movement after that.

they truly had come a long way – from careful respect of each other’s boundaries to sharing a couch side to side without comment. while he knew that, should they fight again, it wouldn’t be pretty, he was also certain that they’d easily come back from it. it was just how they worked: constantly moving around each other in synchronicity, and always bouncing back from disagreements without any bad feelings left between them. “from the cafeteria blowout fight in 2009? yeah, i’d say so.” it had been nasty, but it had been such a long time that joking about it was second nature by now.

“maybe”, he allowed, dropping the bottle cap on his coffee table before taking a sip of his beer. he didn’t make a habit of drinking too often, but he did feel at peace now, and he didn’t have an early start the next morning. it was in the cards. “i’ll only let you because you’re so persistent about it.” which wasn’t a lie – but he truly didn’t mind all that much, at this point. seungyong ran hot, so he never really felt the need to share warmth the same way hwan did, but being able to focus on someone else’s breath was nice, sometimes. “if i’m an angel, god has clearly been making some mistakes. i wouldn’t be joining you in there.” sleeping on the couch, or in the living room in general, held no appeal at all. “we’ll see how active we still are, later on.”

as the question turned into reasoning and logic, hwan snorted. of course. what was he expecting? seungyong to cower in fear? the male would dive head in, and walk straight towards whatever demon was beckoning them. “i won’t take over leader position when some demonic possession takes control of you.” the male countered. although that would most likely not even be an option, as they had lucas. more well-deserved and sympathetic.

hwan placed his bowl on the side, filling his mouth with the last of its noodles before reaching over for the beer. “regardless, have you felt some of our members’ body heat? they are like human-furnaces.” the male spoke, as if he discovered something. it was a blessing sometimes for his warm-loving ass. though he could agree with the stiff-necks. it was apart of their lives, especially when they probably slept more on transportation than their actual beds these days. “beds are a god’s gift.” he had to dramatically emphasize afterwards.

he would never admit —reasons beyond just the cringe factor, but because words of affirmation was just never a thing in their relationship, but he was confident in their friendship. believed in the strength of their bond, that they would always be okay. even if fights were inevitable and words become weapons, he truly believed seungyong wouldn’t give up on him and that made him maybe even cocky about being alright. “yeah, when you were so cold and cruel.” hwan teased. if anything that fight was a milestone and now, nothing more than an humorous memory. “we scared the souls out of some people though.” the rapper laughed. 

he took a sip, relishing in the cold taste. although beer was never his desired beverage, it became a go-to, when once upon a time they could have nothing else but it. hwan chuckled at the response. it was always hilarious to see them interact as a duo. it changed drastically from when they were around the other members. being ‘hyungs’ they focused more on being on the same page to keep control over the younger ones. but when they alone, they were more busy being subtle brats and anything far from loving. if minho was here, neither would have hesitated having a trio cuddling session. but since he wasn’t, both of them had to have liquor to try and do the same. “true. you’re just an devil in disguise.” hwan teased as the other rejected the cool fort-idea.

“Yeah, gremlin! She’s mean, hyung! She was crying and blaming me. It wasn’t my fault she missed the sandwiches truck and I do feel bad for what happened to Eevee, but she decided that I was the one to blame and didn’t even let me explain. I don’t like her, she’s a gremlin.” Minho looked at Hwan with too much affection, big doe eyes soft. It meant so much to him that his hyung would help him get another phone without telling Seungyong hyung. He knew he should have been more careful and he would be more careful with the next one. He just really needed to catch his Snorlax. “I promise! I will never talk to her again.”

That was impossible – Minho couldn’t say one of his hyungs was better than the other because he loved them both so much. Back when they lived in their dorm, they never complained when he sneaked into their room late at night to sleep in one of their beds, to the point they pushed them together so there was more space for him, even though he had his own room and his own bed. He loved them just the same. But he chose to nod happily, because in that moment he truly loved Hwan a lot. “I’m not, hyung! I’m not a gremlin!” Minho pouted. But he could live with them getting half and half. “Seungyong hyung helped me to get some furniture for my house. Did he tell you I have a bed now? And an orange couch. You should come over one day to see them.” He told him as they walked through the corridors he knew just as well as the back of his hand. “My place looks like a home now.”

when the story continued, —adapting more of a fictitious tale, —hwan could not help but wonder the adventures of park minho. sometimes it was a god’s blessing that the other did not show up in bruises. “we can’t make girls cry minho-ah. even if they do happen to be gremlins.” the rapper responded. “did you apologize?” he knew it was accidental; minho wouldn’t hurt a fly, but precaution was always necessary when being a celebrity. he then smiled, warm at the other’s softened expression. sincere and love was something minho had shown openly in their group, and hwan found himself appreciating that. it was nice to have that admiration. “i believe you.”

he kept the smile, growing more, at the other’s nod. although seungyong and him have never competed over the affections of the other boys, it was almost like a point was scored to team hwan upon minho’s nod. the rapper did not however, agree or disagree, to the following comment and allowed minho to complain about being called a gremlin —all out of love of being the more teasing brother. “did you?” he then questioned, walking down the corridor. he had been to the other’s house here and there, noticed the lack of furniture and was genuinely pleased to hear the upgrades. “i’m proud.” hwan repeated. he knew since the leader helped, the place should be right for minho and nodded. “about time. now you can get some proper sleep.” at the end of the corridor, hwan reached over to pull open the door to the exit, holding it open for the other to go through first. “i’ll come visit. make myself at home, then.”

Well, she didn’t think she was too nice. In an industry like theirs, having an opportunity to be on the stage was a blessing and one in a million, and dwelling on what could have been wouldn’t help. Sure, Saeun could be bitter and unhappy, hate every day and every song, make difficult for her members, but she had chosen not to. She had chosen to be grateful for the opportunity, for having eight sisters she loved more than anything, and for everything Iota had brought her. She supposed it was more about being given and opportunity and taking it, even if it wasn’t what she had dreamed of. She smiled and bumped his arm with her shoulder. There was nothing that made her happier than knowing she had two people like Hwan and Seungyong in her life, like two big brothers who looked after her. “Me too.”

She kept quiet as he spoke. There were many stories like theirs, working and wishing for different things only to have to accept what they got. It wasn’t like they could complain, both of their groups being on the top, but that also brought too many sacrifices and overwork. As far as she was concerned, Particle had never had a break ever since they had debuted, travelling one place to another, filming and recording, stages to a concert – it was too much and they were only human. Saeun worried about them, all of them. Of course Seungyong, Hwan and Minho, because they were her friends and she knew them, but she also worried for the other four even if she really didn’t know them. “I want to believe things happen for a reason. Or at least it’s better than admitting that life isn’t just what we want.”

Nodding, she reached for the salt and added a little to the mix. “Alright now we set this aside and focus on the other mix.” She finished unwrapping the butter and put it into the bowl. “The eggs are later. Now that we have the butter, we need to add the sugar and use the mixer until it’s fluffy. I’ll teach you how to use it, it’s very easy.” She plugged the power cord into a power strip and placed the beaters into the bowl before turn the switch on. “Just do it like this, gentle and slow, until you notice the butter looks fluffy. Here, you do it and I’ll add the eggs.”

things happen for a reason.

perhaps that was the better outlook on life. surely, better than the thoughts of regret and sorrow. it was just that being told that he needed to showcase more of his personality than his talent, or the lack of authority that turned him into a lapdog more than an person, was sometimes a pain in his ass. but a look through the other lens, and hwan was proud of his accomplishments. he created and succeeded in goals that were once never apart of his dream, and he met a group of boys that he cherished. perhaps things did happen for a reason. i mean, look, he’s still sticking around. and he probably would for awhile, as giving up on his group was never an option. he needed to be around to witness each of their success.

he decided to keep those thoughts to himself, humming in response to show saeun he was listening. in some ways, he was blessed too. but that was a topic for a drunk night.

he then watched as the other fixed the mixer. although he had seen the action on television or only in person, when someone else was doing it, he never actually had done it himself and walked over at her words. hwan glanced at the bowl, watching the beater mix around. it was almost captivating, and he stared as the ingredients began to mesh together. there was a nod as he took over. “when did you start baking?” hwan questioned. although he could see such activities being as fun, he probably wouldn’t have it as a hobby. ( and of course, that had nothing to do with his lack of cooking talent, or patience ). 

Just when Yumi thought she had a bit of a break, Hwan hit her with another cheesy line and her eyes instinctively rolled once more. “Did you mime because you’re a clown?” she asked, turning her attention to him with a smirk of her own. Times like this made her wish she was part of KMG. She got along with Hwan and Seungyong almost as if they were blood. The fear of being in something as cute and innocent as PiP, regardless of her love and obsession over the girls, was enough to make her audition for Atlas, despite the outcome being nearly identical if she had auditioned with KMG. The second joke had her eyes narrow as she glared up at Hwan. “I swear to God, I’ll hate you forever if you got out there and embarrass me, Hwan-ah,” she hissed, intentionally speaking informally. If he was going to tease her about her crush on Iota’s maknae, she was going to meet him and offer a mild amount of disrespect. It was all in good fun. Yumi would never disrespect him outside of a joking context. Hwan was alike a brother, and she always gave him the respect of a big sibling.

he laughed, not surprised with the counterattacks. although, hwan was aware of her respect for him, he loved hearing the snarks. it made their relationship all the more special; and different in compared to other friendships. “i might become one if this idol stuff doesn’t work out.” he replied. it was a joke. the male was too far invested in producing his own music, that giving up— even if he had to still be an idol, was never an option. there was then a grin as yumi’s eyes narrowed, and the rapper held a smug look even after the informality. it was always good fun to get the other riled up. hwan was never the nice older brother, anyways. “fine. i’ll be good and hold back my cupid ways.” he teased, shaking his head in fake disappointment. “but have you at least talked to her?” he curiously asked.

vldsaeun‌:

According to the reviews she had read before booking this house, the place was really good and the people who owned it provided the basics, but Seungyong had a point. They couldn’t just go out without making sure they wouldn’t need anything later. It was quite different to allow someone else take charge and decide what to do when she did it every day, and now she felt a little bit weird, but not in a bad way. It was nice. “Then let’s check!” She smiled at the two men and grabbed her luggage, rushing across the front garden. There would be time to explore outside later, right now she really wanted to see inside.

“We can walk around and see what we find. It’s all part of the adventure.” The air was so fresh, and she coughed a little after taking a deep breath, her lungs not so used to it. She really didn’t mind having a key or not, it wasn’t like she was planning to go on her own. Perhaps when she went to get gifts for the girls, Channie and Hyuck, but she still wanted to convince them to go with her. She smiled at Hwan and then at Seungyong, holding out her hand to get the key.

All the reviews and the pictures had been right, and now she knew why they had the Superhost or whatever that was. It was just so lovely, like no other place she had visited before. It felt more real, more normal, like three friends having fun and nothing else. She liked it and they should definitely do it as often as they could. “I don’t mind. One of you can have it. All I need is a bed.” And she was smaller than they were, any room would do. They needed more space to feel comfortable. “Hwan oppa, you can have it. You’re taller.” Not that it mattered because every bedroom had a queen size bed, but it was funny to tease Seungyong.

She rolled her luggage to the second door and opened it. “I’m taking this one. You can see the backyard trees through the window and I love that.” Saeun had been so incredibly excited about their trip that she had seen the house pictures too many times and she sort of have learned her way around. “Do you smell that? It’s the mandarin trees. Areum would love it here.” It was just too soon to miss any of them, but part of her was worried about what they would do in her absence. Nothing to crazy, she hoped. “I agree with Hwan. We can unpack and then check around the house, see what we need and make a list. Yeah?” @vldseungyong​

it was cute, how saeun was sprinting ahead, obviously excited; he rarely saw her anything less than put together, the big sister that could always be relied on. watching her relax now felt like a welcome breeze on his skin, and with hwan at his back he couldn’t have been happier. their trip had barely started, and he was already glad they’d decided to go on it together.

“sure, sounds good.” he turned, dropping the key into saeun’s palm before pocketing his own. it’d work out fine; hwan and him had shared key cards to a multitude of hotel rooms, and they’d never run into any trouble.  when traveling, they were a well-oiled machine: seungyong, taking care of accommodations and entertainment, and hwan, choosing where and what to eat. it had been working for years, and he was sure that the addition of saeun would do nothing but good for their dynamic.

whether she was trying to dig at him or not, he’d known immediately when she’d linked him the house that the master wouldn’t work out for him; it felt too big, and he preferred to have his back to a wall, more secluded than the room’s layout allowed. besides, he’d never been one to insist on bigger rooms; as long as he had a key and the mattress was firm enough, he was fine. “well, you can have it then.” he tipped his head back to look at his groupmate, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk, then turned to put his bag down in the other room; he knew he’d be living out of it over the next two days, and saw little reason in unpacking when there was so little inside. “you should send her pictures”, he called, voice raised so saeun would hear him despite being separated by the hallway. “i’m sure they’d like to know you had a safe trip.” @hwanvld​

“thank you for house,” hwan would say he had put in little effort compared to saeun and seungyong when it came to planning the trip. but he trusted and relied on them both to pick the best possible outcome, knowing how well the two leaders were when it came to planning and preparing. and disappointment, he was far from. their time here was already off to a good start. he watched saeun make the first official moves inside the house, claiming a room that she seemed to be aware of before placing his bag at his feet. the soft jab to seungyong made him laugh as he took the compliment for his height. although, the rapper was not expecting the effortless acceptance in giving him the master bedroom— it was more of a joke when he asked. “are you sure?” he questioned, eyes watching both of his partners walk into the other rooms.

it took a second, before hwan picked up his luggage and moved towards the entrance of the second room. as noted, the scent of mandarins hit him and the rapper was pleased. “you should.” he backed seungyong up. he knew, could tell, saeun was thinking of her members and it would probably put her mind to rest when she hears them doing fine on their own.

it was after hwan moved down, to peek into seungyong’s room. he watched the other drop his bag and glanced around the bedroom. just like the one saeun picked, all of them were beautiful and well-designed. now he could only be excited for the master room and as he continued down the hallway, the male entered what he had assumed was the final room. to his predictions, the place was grand. windows large enough to see the garden behind and it seemed unsettling for him to take over and claim it when he wasn’t even the oldest. “are you guys sure no one wants this room? it’s pretty fantastic.” hwan called from his spot. @vldsaeun​

seungyong didn’t deign to answer – it’d be unnecessary, trying to drag out a thread of conversation that should’ve died already. the corner of his mouth ticked up in a smile as he coated the rest of his noodles with the sauce that had accumulated at the bottom of the container and watched the family on screen mirror them: at a kitchen table, instead of the couch, and with food that looked to be awfully bland, but eating together nonetheless.

hwan wasn’t lying – he could be endearing, if he tried – but for the most part, he wasn’t, and seungyong thought that it played in his favour most of the time. there was no need to baby someone like the man next to him, no hesitation to seek him out when he felt worries threaten to overwhelm him or he needed nothing but companionable silence. “you’re trying to go for cute again. i cannot put into words how bad of a look that is on you. but, well, if you think so… i won’t crush your illusions.” he sent the radishes down on his knee, balanced precariously but certain they wouldn’t fall. “if you can fall asleep in vans, surely you can deal without cocooning yourself?”

“if you don’t know why, that means it’s your fault.” he couldn’t help but laugh at the image – they hadn’t actually fought in a long time, but with how viciously they’d clashed as trainees, he was sure the fans would have a field day. he could see how, from an outside perspective, it might look as though they were giving each other the cold shoulder: more closely interacting with other groupmates, keeping their distance after an uncomfortable talk in shared hotel rooms. but usually, they’d start gravitating towards each other only hours later, out of sight of cameras on the plane or at home. some aspects of their friendship, he felt, were better kept private.

“you know where my alcohol is.” beer, but only a few bottles, in the fridge for spontaneous cases like this one; more in the pantry, and liquors on a shelf above those. the question was rhetorical, anyway,  judging by the way hwan moved without waiting for an answer. careful as not to jostle the bowls in his lap, he bent forward, fishing out the bottle opener from the basket underneath his coffee table. “you’re more likely to cling than take my blankets, if you’re looking to get wasted.” seungyong, when drunk, mostly just got lethargic; a little more quiet and sleepy, a lot more willing to let others invade his personal space. with a practiced twist of his wrist, he popped the cap off and made sure the bottle wouldn’t tip over once he’d placed it in his lap, wedged against the bend of his knee before handing over the tool. “or we’ll just move the living room blanket over there, too. build you a little nest.”

in the moment, hwan almost forgot a movie was playing. but that was quick to be bought to his attention when seungyong allowed him to have the last say, and he kept the moment’s peace, trying to understand which part of the movie they were currently at. it was then the scene switched over to the daughter, excusing herself to her room- where a door crept open down the hallway and hwan found himself immersed. perhaps now it’ll get to the scary part.

“what would you do in that situation?” the rapper questioned, jerking his head to the screen and then peering over his shoulder at the leader. it was an obvious question but somehow hwan wasn’t sure if he would have ran back downstairs or kept it a secret, out of the fear he was hallucinating. he then grinned at the other’s blatant insult —which were also facts. “i was thinking of changing my concept. maybe go a littler cuter?” the male joked around. it wouldn’t be close to possible, or even worked out. the two of them had younger, cuter members that played those role perfectly. and he preferred it that way. pretty sure the other did too. “it doesn’t count when my jacket is thick and warm, and the other members are generous with their body heat when they want to cuddle.”

hwan snorted at the response. both of them had quite the journey together. fights of fire and ice, of pride that never worked out in either of their favors. it was not easy when both of them had different reactions— with one rushing forward, and the other coldly detaching. but look at them now. now him and his leader found a perfect median and hwan knew no one else would have found or adjusted as much as seungyong did. “we came a long way, huh?” hwan then questioned, dismissing the point of blame. calculating how the other worked for years now, there was a better level of understanding. now seungyong calms him, and he in return, waits for the other to collect his space and return. 

“i’ll grab the liquor later, if you want.” hwan suggested as he took a hold of the opener. “and you’ll probably let me,” the male replied, sheepishly. he knew seungyong’s tolerance lowered when he felt a buzz, allowing more room for the other members to cling. and hey, hwan could use all the body warmth he can get. he focused on opening the cap to his own beer and realized it was a nice night so far. with them just chilling without having to worry about other things, and that deserved a good drink. or a couple of drinks. placing the bottle opener against the table, hwan smiled at the other’s suggestion. “wow, you sound like an angel.” he kept the smile. to be honest though, he was down for that. “you can’t sweat to death though.”

He had tried! But then the evil gremlin had decided to ruin his day and any chances to ever get a Snorlax. Minho refused to say this was his fault, because it wasn’t. It was all because Aera was the most annoying girl ever. “I tried, hyung! But that gremlin came out of nowhere and made me fall and I had my phone in hand, then I dropped it into the puddle and it was gone. I need a new one.” What was he supposed to do then if he didn’t have any games on his phone? And he needed a new one to check his Pokémon Go and see if there was the possibility of returning to that park.

It meant so much to him hearing his hyung saying that he had done a good job, especially because Minho didn’t think he was as talented as his hyungs. He simply learned the lyrics and sang the way they told him to, and while he loved it very much, he didn’t really think himself on their level. “Thank you, hyung!” Minho grinned and hugged Hwan tightly for a few moments before pulling away, his stomach complaining too much about the lack of food. “I’m getting pineapple on it, I take no complains. Why do people hate pineapple on pizza so much? It’s very yummy.” He grabbed his Snorlax and made her way out, waving goodbye at the people still working. “Let’s walk, I could use some air.”

at the response, hwan shook his head. it sounded like something straight from a movie —but minho was capable of having it happen to him. “gremlin?” he repeated. he remembered hearing some kind of incident and snorted at the choice of adjective. “alright, alright. i’ll come with you later on to get a new phone but that’s the last one for awhile, alright?” the male suggested. “no more gremlins near it.” he teased. who could ever deny the other away from his pokemon love? probably no one in their group.

the mood switched at the other’s grin and hwan smiled in return. he could repeat it many times —he was proud of all his members. minho included. the other had grown so much over time and his talent in adapting was always impeccable. at the hug, hwan chuckled and returned it, patting the tall boy’s head as well. “remember to tell seungyong that i’m better,” he joked, allowing the hug to go as long as minho wanted. the moment was ruined by the other’s confession, and hwan playfully scowled as the other pulled away. “perhaps you’re the gremlin instead?” the rapper questioned. that combination sounded like a nightmare and he shook his head. although hwan wasn’t going to deny the other’s taste and glanced at the producers, sending them a bye of his own. “but alright, we’ll get half, half and i think there’s a place right around the corner.” the rapper explained as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. it was best to send their manager and leader a text before they depart.

Saeun smiled at that – she believed that everyone could cook if they practiced enough, as they all had started somewhere, even the best chefs in the world. She did it because she liked it, because she found it relaxing in the middle of the crazy lifestyle they all had, and she had no doubts that Hwan would be able to do it if he really wanted to. “I’m sure it’ll be delicious.” And it was very nice of him that he wanted to cook something for her when he didn’t have to. Seungyong and Hwan were truly her family, and she didn’t have words to express how much she cared about them.

It wasn’t something she shared often. In fact, probably only a few knew about it, and most of the Iota girls had no idea. “I was supposed to debut as a soloist, a ballad singer. I was in this small company and they were so kind, but they debuted a boy group, a very good one, but they didn’t do well. They put all their money on them and they disbanded really soon, so they had to close the company. I was sent to Summit Media and I didn’t know what I was doing until I joined The Muses. If things had gone differently, who knows where I would be.” She supposed that there was a reason why it hadn’t worked for her. “Why did you decide to become an Idol then?”

She laughed and then pouted playfully. “Oppa, you’re supposed to answer my call!” She sang again and poked his arms with her fingers before smiling up at him, letting him know she was just teasing. Returning her attention to the bowl, reaching for a can of cocoa powder. “Do you have salt? We need to add a cup of this cocoa powder and pinch of salt. Then we just have to mix it and set aside to focus on the rest.” It was a very simple recipe that didn’t need much, reason why she had chosen it. Saeun grabbed the second bowl and the butter, unwrapping it carefully since it was very soft. "We only need two eggs and we don’t have to separate them.”

the words of comfort —of encouragement was something hwan appreciated when it came to saeun. she made people believe in themselves, and that was a selfless gift and a necessity for those that were living in the entertainment world. “thanks,” the male replied. the word soft but genuine. he was determined on making her a meal— could use his teammates as test labs until he perfected the perfect taste.

at the reality that was a constant theme for idols: working hard, to only have another debut, hwan could only nod. it was truly a survival competition. talent only played a portion of the game. “you’re too nice,” the male spoke. he would have probably had different thoughts on that company but once her words continued, there was a smile. “right,” he then agreed as he glanced over to meet saeun. if things were different, they would not be sharing this moment right now. “then im glad,” hwan noted as he added the teaspoon of baking soda next. “im glad that we met and developed this friendship.” the rapper said sincerely. although it was nice having his particle boys, and other friends over the industry, he was also grateful for saeun’s presence. now and always.

“i was a naive kid,” hwan then explained. he believed in the bubble of lies that protected entertainment companies, and sought out a dream to be able to compose songs that held meaning to him. the male always had a passion for music, used his free time to run around streets of hongdae and itaewon to watch music festivals and street performers. it was perhaps the expressions of enjoyment on each performer that fueled hwan’s drive to share the same with thousands of people. “wanted to perform songs that i created, but ... i don’t hate things.” the male expressed. although it was a roller coaster, the rapper would live and die for his group. “im satisfied to have even accomplished 50% of that dream.” but things immediately switched at the tease and hwan chuckled. “sorry, oppa’s too busy cooking to pickup.” he grinned.

“i think there’s salt in the cupboard close to you.” the rapper answered as he reached over to grab the eggs. “and good, cause i don’t have the skills to separate eggs.”

vldsaeun‌:

When: 02.17.20 | 9:16AM Where: Jeju Island, South Korea Who: Chae Seungyong & Yong Hwan

The salty smell in the air brought the biggest smile to her face as Saeun closed her eyes to enjoy the warm weather. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a break that wasn’t her staying at the dorms or visiting her mother, and she had always wanted to see Jeju Island. The world was a big place and there were so many things to see, this seemed like a pretty great start. Of course she had travelled with the girls to amazing places, but all of them had been for Iota related schedules and she hadn’t really had the freedom to do whatever she wanted.

The house they had rented for the next three days had a very cozy feeling to it and she loved it. The beautiful mandarin trees surrounding it gave them enough privacy to move around without having to watch over their shoulder, and it certainly helped that almost no one knew about this trip at all. Telling the girls that she was leaving on a trip had been messy, as always, but she had full confidence that they would avoid any chaos. Or in any case, that they would survive.

She grabbed her bag from the seat and smiled at the bodyguard who rolled her suitcase to the entrance. It wasn’t exactly the most normal, but it was the closest to it they could get all considering who they were. She checked her phone and found no texts, which was really a good sign that everything was fine at home, or that they hadn’t left their bed long enough to get themselves in trouble.

“I’m hungry,” she announced. “We can find a place to get something to eat and then go to the grocery store.” They could eat out every day, but it was important to have at least some snacks and water in case they got hungry and didn’t want to leave the house. @vldseungyong​

His brain was still stuck in a fog, but it was slowly clearing now that they’d arrived and he had the chance to breathe in some fresh air. His sleeping schedule, miraculously, had normalized over the last couple of days, but their early flight had completely wrecked it again: he’d spent half an hour leafing through the in-flight magazines, none particularly interesting, and the rest of the time dozing in his seat, and he still hadn’t completely woken up.

“It’s still early, but we can see if something’s open.” It was barely nine in the morning – they had missed their chance to get coffee at the airport, and he was deeply regretting it, but determined to work past it. They could, at the very least, stock up on groceries.

Seungyong reached into the van’s trunk to pull out his duffel bag, shouldering it before moving to drop Hwan’s luggage at the other man’s feet. Saeun might be able to exploit her bodyguard’s kindness, but they weren’t here on business; it didn’t feel right, to have others silently move around them to do their work.

“We’ll have to see if they’ve got anything in the kitchen first – salt, oil, dishwashing soap, that kinda stuff. And whether we need to stock up on toiletries.” He’d brought hotel soap bars, in case the bathrooms weren’t stocked, but checking for other necessities wouldn’t hurt.

It took a moment of readjustment, but then he was able to pull the keyring they’d retrieved from the mailbox out of his pocket, bullying the individual keys off it before starting his approach towards the entrance. “Staff is getting one of these, so you two can fight over number three.” Not that they were planning to spend much, if any, time apart – but he always felt it was smart to distribute things like keys and money, just in case. @hwanvld​

similar to seungyong, hwan felt the grogginess, alongside aches from all possible positions of sleeping on an airplane. the rapper had stuck in his earpods and forced a sleep during the flight but it was to no real benefit. but that was then, and this is now — and now he was standing infront of their rented house, basking in the feeling of being on a well-deserved vacation. he threw his arms up for a quick stretch, before noticing his own luggage. “thanks,” the male spoke up as he moved to grab his own belongings.

hwan had followed them towards the house. he shadowed more in the back, allowing the two to discuss the plan. it did not matter much to him, but seeing as it was about food, the rapper hummed in agreement. all of them could use something fresh right now. “i guess we can unpack, scout the house and then head out to see if there’s anything local around?” the male contributed.

“and i don’t mind, saeun can have the third one.” the rapper glanced at her with a nod. plus if anything did happen, he knew he could ring up either of their phones as a solution.

once the door was unlocked, hwan could not hide his amazement at the interior. the place was built for a trio on vacation and it again settled in that they were allowed to have fun, and not be completely restricted. now if the other members of particle were here, the rapper knew there would be a race to the best bedroom right about now. but that wasn’t the case, and somehow this difference was also nice. “so who gets the master bed?” the male teased before throwing a grin to the staff that made themselves at home on the side. @vldsaeun​

but seeing hwan again, and this time so close is a surprise to say the least, as the wisest thing for the two of them is to stay away from each other as far away as possible. upon hearing his words, however, she only raises a single eyebrow, not allowing herself to even be slightly bothered by his sudden presence. she possesses the grace of a wind that could freeze a man to his bones, all down to the bone marrow. beautiful but cold, in all the right moments. “should we? all right, just be quick then and don’t waste my time.” she retorts politely, but still with a hint of steel in her voice. 

“whatever it is, i’m sure we can quickly get to the bottom of it.”

through rose-colored glasses he once envisioned the world; dreams of passion drove him to stand on a stage that either cheered or booed. 

a result that led to his blood and tears forming the armor that he now wore.

yong hwan went through the ups and downs of life, experienced his dream switch into his nightmare. lived with the demon of reality on his back for now longer than he could remember. he was a victim of his own pursuance, but he had learned to adapt. funny really, for a man of cold judgement and acknowledgment of harsh truth, he woke up to days understanding the mind of his enemies. everyone was trying to make a living; some just tried harder. that was how he viewed the paparazzi. people with dedicated determination. people who he could find hate towards— but people at the end of the day.

perhaps pawns a better word. and perhaps that caused a sense of pity, seeing that he, himself, was apart of that group. nonetheless, he moved on with his life. there was no point holding onto something that was useless. like scandals. hwan learned how to ignore hate, it took awhile— a lot of endless nights to himself, but he understood it was inevitable. hate kept the world spinning, similar to love. it was not something that would ever disappear. no, not when everyone, hwan included, shared some of its passion.

nonetheless, the male was never in a position to the one he was in right now. never had he seen a celebrity— popular and to his age, fight back in such a manner. it was wild. almost dumb and unnecessary in the rapper’s opinion. why bother? why let it bother? 

at the other’s word, the male was almost astonished. the sharpness of her words matched the sharpness of her appeal. although there was no more than a denial between them, hwan was aware of the whispers that lingered her name. she was not the easiest to be around. but he never thought more to it. never had an opinion on the female, aside from her talent. “was it you?” the male then questioned, skipping all formalities like she desired. it was also out of awareness of being in public that made hwan speak more direct. “the lawsuit— suing the paparazzi, what is this all about?” words came as if he was close to her, like they were not strangers intertwined by a dumb scandal. but for now, he could not be bothered.

( @hwanvld​ )

solmi approached the stereo system, pausing the song. her mind ran a million miles a minute as she bent over, hands pressed against her knees. she shouldn’t have eaten so much food with taehyun, shouldn’t have spent so much time in the arcade with yoosung, and good god did her legs ache from biking with seungyong. no matter what she tried she could not hit this one part. she wanted everything to be perfect for their comeback and she was fretting.

a woeful glance was given to her abandoned animal crossing game and then to the reason she was practicing. particle member yong hwan. 

she’s never sure how he does it. how he just slipped inside without alerting anyone that anything has changed. surely there’s a camera somewhere in the building that had caught it, but summit had never bothered to bring it up before, and she’s almost positive they won’t do it now. it’s spooky, and she’s sure if she ever attempted something like it she’d get kicked out immediately. – though she wasn’t expecting him quite so soon. she’d about broken her gamecube controller when she tossed it out of her hands.

her eyes narrowed, and her words came out all squished together. “oppa please let me finish my letter to vanilla, i was telling her how cute she is.” finally she took another breath. “or can you at least not look so comfortable, pretend you’re in pain with me.” a pout painted her face. “ugh, remind me whose idea this was again? i feel like my legs are going to fall off. tell me your secrets.” the rookie idol remained bent over, giving hwan a sideways stare.

it became a habit —checking up on solmi. a habit that stemmed from care, love but also worry knowing how distracted the other could be sometimes. ( aka an excuse to defend his actions of also sneaking into her practice rooms from time to time. ) he was sure her manager was probably aware of their little dynamic and allowed hwan to do his stupid, crazy trespassing. otherwise, it just meant that no one in the company cared about seeing his presence wandering through the hallways.

nevertheless, the male was grateful that he chose to check up on the other today; to witness the game in her hands when she promised she would be practicing her dancing. now, he was sitting in the chair at the back, all smug but concentrated on solmi’s moves. if anyone could say anything, sometimes yong hwan was just an annoying big brother. “who’s” vanilla — hwan was about to question when he realized she was referring to the game. “no. vanilla is not going to help you polish your dancing skills,” the male responded, showcasing how old he was. what was animal crossing anyways? 

the male ignored the controller beside him and any possible temptations of allowing the other another break. he was weak to the pouts, and once she made one at him, hwan sighed. perhaps he could not expect the same treatment that was given to him on her. “my secrets are a hundred years of practicing and not playing some farm game.” the male joked. regardless, he stood from his spot and moved towards the center of the room. they did have time, maybe the rapper could help her out a bit more than nagging. “did you warm up?” hwan asked. although to him stretching was originally a dumb idea, he learned to see the benefits from it. “teach me the dance, i’ll help you.”

„emphasizing your words with a whine, maybe.” it was fun, riling hwan up like this, when they both knew he didn’t mean it. the teasing was a comfortable pattern between them, as much as seungyong kicking at hwan’s leg to get his attention was, and the way they completed each other’s unspoken requests in the studio and outside. for a dozen years, they had lived around each other, and they’d lasted through up and downs, had turned neutral respect to friendship into what could only be described as family. he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

he rolled his eyes at the statement that would be bold, coming from anyone else, but it was fond. “sure”, he allowed, pointedly swallowing down another bite, “if you get me food, how could i not?” it was more than that, but neither of them would want to speak of it. they weren’t the type to dwell on feelings, on how much they relied on each other, when it’d just make both of them uncomfortable. “you know what i don’t love about you, though?” and hwan would, because it had come up before: “you’re always hogging the blankets.”

“i don’t need to imagine. i don’t use social media and even i know when we’re trending.” mostly because one of the younger boys, a friend or his manager would tell him; he’d been actively trying to avoid learning anything about it. “but neither you or i are drunk enough for that conversation, so either get up and get booze or stop making this worse.” he reached over to gently nudge the other, taking the bite out of his words. “i really don’t think you want to actually talk about this.”

“can’t ever let the horse be in peace, huh?” hwan spoke. conjuring some kind of metaphor that he, himself, did not quite understand. but it was his retaliation to seungyong’s attempt of riling him up. he was the horse, the other was the peace-disturber. though it was always for jokes. teasing was something close to breathing in their dynamic together. he did appreciate seungyong. more because the leader worked hard to make sure there wasn’t any awkward age restrictions between them. he treated hwan like a friend, and a brother and yong hwan knew it was worth everything.

hwan could not help but grin at the eye roll. he always found it a success when the other would give him some reactions. it was fun seeing seungyong step outside his leader persona and being close enough, the rapper found himself blessed with that almost on a daily. though he had to drop his grin, playful as well, when the other continued. “i think what you meant to say is that my presence is so endearing. it’s okay hyung, i understand.” he took over. but as the other then went on and listed his bad trait, the rapper had to chuckle. it was true. he loved being under the blankets and surrounded by complete warmth, but to his defense, he got cold easily. “i do.” he admitted, cheekily. “i can only get a good sleep when its cozy.” hwan tried to play it off, mimicking a tone of innocence.

“but it’s amusing. according to our fans, sometimes you and i are in fights and i don’t know why.” hwan explained. it would be weird assumptions stemmed from when either of them would be occupied with another member and not each other. at the following words, the rapper’s ears perked. he could always go for some booze and perhaps with where the conversation was headed, seungyong was right. “smart. where’s the booze?” he moved from his seat, placing his bowl on the table before moving to the kitchen. like practiced steps, hwan made it to the fridge before pulling out a couple of beers. “it’s been awhile for me,” he admitted before returning back to his spot and handing the other a bottle. “but be warned, i will now for sure take all your blankets.” 

It was funny to her that despite being from different companies, two of the men she felt were like older brothers to her were from KMG and Particle. Both provided a different kind of sibling love she never had much of a chance to experience. Not that she blamed her father for not having another lover and child, nor did she worry about being an only kid her whole life until 7tens rolled around. Hwan was more of the teasing older brother. Yumi tossed her eyes back. “I can understand your weird miming,” she teased back. The young rapper crossed her arms, listening to his question. “Like hell, but that’s normal. I’m confident in my athletic abilities, but not really with who I’m going up against.” The poor thing had been paired against her crush in each event, making it all the more difficult for her to stay focused. Only me, she thought to herself, would be so unfortunate.

he pulled up a smile, filled to the beam with cheekiness at her eye roll. he did adore her tolerance for him, truly. “good, i practiced miming over the years,” the male teased. though recognized how much of an old geezer type-joke it sounded like seconds after. he was interested in what she had to say about the event, and once pieces connected in his mind, hwan couldn’t help but chuckle. he knew why, it was because of one specific person: yumi’s crush. “isn’t that better? you now have opportunities to make small talk and get her attention.” hwan advised. he wasn’t the best person to give such guidance but it was always humorous to see how yumi acted around areum. it was also adorable to see her get flustered from time to time. “should oppa go out and help you?” hwan had to joke.

Whenever anyone asked about her favorite dish, Saeun usually answered that jjajangmyeon or patbingsu, both her guilty pleasures, the ones she would eat all the time if she had her way. Almost no one knew her real favorite dish, simply because the story behind it wasn’t as cheerful and the company didn’t allow her to talk about it, or her mother in general. She understood why, but it didn’t mean that was something she liked. “Kimchi jjigae with rice,” she answered honestly. “It’s my comfort food.” But it wasn’t the moment to dwell on memories that brought a weight to her heart. “If you do, then I would love to try it.”

Such comment brought another smile to her lips. Part of her was grateful for this good girl image Iota had, because the outfits weren’t as revealing as they could be in other cases, and she wasn’t really that comfortable with the idea of wearing less clothes on stage than she did off it. “I always pictured myself as a ballad singer, so dancing on the stage wearing short dresses and heels has proved itself to be quite a challenge.” Truth to be told, Saeun couldn’t say there was a comeback she didn’t like. All of them had been fun and they still sang along to their own songs in the car more often than not. “I love Signal! It’s one of my favorites.” She brought her hands to her head to make the gesture with her fingers. “Tingling tingling tingling tingling,” she sang.

Saeun kept quiet as he filled the measuring cup, letting him do it himself. She wasn’t used to it, but she kind of liked it. “Now you have to add a quarter teaspoon of baking soda and two of baking powder,” she instructed as she slid what he needed closer to him. Without helping herself, she giggled at his words as reached for a wooden spoon. “Not really, you just have to mix all the dry ingredients with this. Everything else is done with the mixer. But if putting your muscles to the test is what you want, then we can do butter cookies next time. Those are made with your hands only. Would you like that, oppa?”

“kimchi jjigae.” hwan repeated. it was a popular choice, but not one hwan had predicted to come from saeun’s mouth. he noted it though. perhaps that could be his first actual dish. it would be a challenge but it would be worth the taste on an exhausting day. “i’ll make sure you do then,” the male explained with a nod. it would be his return of favor— if it came out well. he glanced at the laid out ingredients once more. “who knows, maybe you’ll become a fan and i’ll realize my hidden talent in cooking.” he had to tease after.

he noticed the smile, suitable as always on saeun’s face. “you have the voice for it,” the male added. he was somewhat surprised with her answer. although she was talented, hwan always thought the other had the passion and the right vibe for ‘energetic’ genres. hearing ballad though would be a wonderful gift for all of saeun’s fans. “i wanted to be an underground artist,” the male responded. he understood where the goal came from. music for him was somewhat about individuality and that wasn’t as focused as much in the entertainment world. but thoughts vanished at her singing and hwan chuckled. although he liked the song and its addicting verse, he still refused to follow suit and do any of the gestures. cute was not a good look on him.

“wow. still cute,” the male repeated, appreciating the sudden stage. he could help her with the lyrics too, —if he wasn’t so awkward, —knowing he remembered enough words with all the times the song played around him. now, once hwan was done with filling up the second cup of flour, he glanced over at the stuff that she slid to him. thankful she did that, instead of him having to read the label of every ingredient to figure out which was the baking powder. the rapper prepared the next step, adding the baking soda into the bowl once he took his time to find the teaspoon. “sure, by then my muscles should be ready to take on some butter cookies.” the male joked, though appreciative that she would be willing to teach him how to bake a second time.

Minho pouted. It had been quite a great dream and it was sad to see that was all it had been. “Snorlax, hyung. I caught it in my dream.” He was still mad at Aera for making him lose it and for blaming it all on him when it had clearly been all her fault. Girls were a problem and he didn’t like them. “I still can’t believe I was this close,” he said as he lifted his hand to make a gesture. “To catch him. And now I need a new phone because my old one is ruined. But don’t tell Seungyong hyung, he’ll be mad because I promised that I would take good care of this one and now it’s gone.”

But it wasn’t the same! He liked seeing his hyungs where they were recording, lost in their own bubble. It was great. “A little.” Not much, since they had been here recording for hours and then had to come back early, so he barely managed to catch some sleep. It felt as though he had just closed his eyes when it was time to wake up. But he didn’t want to complain when it was the same for all of them. “Pizza. The other day Seungyong hyung and I were talking about making pizza ice cream and I’ve wanted eat some ever since. Pizza, not ice cream. I know we can’t have ice cream when we’re recording.” Minho grinned at him at the gesture before getting to his feet. “I wouldn’t mind a hamburger either. Anything you want is good, hyung.”

snorlax. hwan remembered the name —more than any other cartoon, because of minho. the doll was almost anywhere the younger was, and it became a signal to everyone else that park minho was around. at the mention of a new phone, the rapper raised a brow. “i thought—” he paused when the other continued, and explained his confusion. he remembered some lectures here and there about taking care of the phone and sighed. “and what happened to keeping promises?” hwan questioned. it was more soft, but with a hint of a lecture as he reached to pinch minho’s cheek just softly. “i won’t tell him but you have to be-careful. don’t download too much games and break another one.” 

though his scolding stopped at the other’s night. it was a difficult routine: sleeping late, waking up an hour after but minho was tougher than he looked and hwan was proud of that. “good job on recording. the others were also impressed.” the male complimented. he knew his members were now pros at producing and recording but it was always satisfying knowing how each of them handled themselves in the booths. all with their own individuality and charisma. “let’s do pizza then since you been craving that.” hwan chose. he matched the other’s grin and glanced at the door to the studio. “down for a walk or shall we order in?”

seungyong held his hand out for the plastic container, a silent request for hwan to give him the radish. he knew very well that hwan was teasing; he wasn’t the type to nag, and usually, when he was serious his groupmates noticed and fell into line. still, he couldn’t let the comment go, so he turned to face hwan, schooling his impression into something more neutral than before. “i’ll keep all my scolding to myself if you promise not to whine.” which was something hwan had done maybe twice – if they were generous about counting. it was just too out of character, around each other.

“according to our fans, we do more than share the same bed.” they’d been filmed, once or twice, falling asleep on each other, backstage and in cars, but the proximity that was a given when hwan rested his head on top on seungyong’s, on top of hwan’s shoulder, wasn’t something they shared as much, even when sleeping under the same covers. he was long used to the weight on his mattress, more so than anyone else’s – minho being the one exception to the rule. in it’s own way, it was comforting at this point.

he frowned at hwan, but didn’t last long; his laughter was just too infectious, and he couldn’t help but smile. “there’s a whole pile to dig into. the most ridiculous nicknames, all courtesy of the internet and creative fans—” and probably more of them than for seungyong, whose fans had quite unanimously agreed on yongie. “but you might be right, just this once, so i’ll have mercy on you.” on himself, too, but he didn’t mention that; diving into the rabbit hole that were fan pages, he was sure to find more obscure comments about himself, and he wasn’t quite ready for that.

hwan handed over the container. an act that would seem odd, and affectionate, for the two males that were teasing each other —but something that made sense with their dynamic. nonetheless, the rapper was not prepared for his leader’s response, and hearing ‘whine’, hwan made sure not to choke on his noodles. when did he whine— he wasn’t a whiner. wow. he was embarrassed. seungyong’s ears weren’t working well! “i wasn’t whining. just emphasizing my words, thank you.” the male countered, knowing it wasn’t the best comeback.

regardless, it all switched at the thought of their fans and some of their imaginations. to be honest, it wasn’t a stretch when they would frequently eat off the other’s plates, or openly fix each other’s outfits. they were close, hwan never thought twice about dropping his weight on the other, or vice-versa; the bromance was evident. ”well, can’t blame them. you do love me a lot,” the rapper teased. secretly, the male appreciated that neither of them had to convey their love for each other in actual words. it was more acts and expressions and to be honest, that was far more comforting and special in his opinion.

the smile caught his eye more and hwan held back a grumble at the thought of all the possible, creative nicknames. some were weird ones, some were unnecessarily cute and neither of them had the courage to dive into that hole. “just imagine the ship names for all of our members.” the male fake shuddered. he was almost happy that him and seungyong were usually referred as the ‘hyung line’. saved all the cringe. “and thank you for the mercy leader,” hwan teased. he knew if they dive into that mess, ‘hwannie’ would appear and he wasn’t ready for that to haunt his night.