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                              the early stages // @bluntloves​

             SHE  HADN’T  MEANT  to  get  separated  from  jiaolong  ,  honest  to  god  .  but  all  it  had  taken  was  for  one  particularly  forceful  fishmonger  to  shove  their  way  in  between  them  —  very  clearly  annoyed  by  the  entourage  of  camera  men  surrounding  the  pair  of  idols  —  and  suddenly  ,  the  hold  she  had  had  on  the  back  of  jiaolong’s  had  disappeared  along  with  the  tall  rapper  and  the  extensive  amount  of  people  around  them  .  professionally  speaking  ,  she  should  have  been  a  little  ticked  off  that  so  many  people  had  noticed  her  disappearance  (  she  wasn’t  that  short  …  was  she  ?  ),  but  personally  speaking  ,  she  was  sort  of  glad  to  be  rid  of  the  camera  men  .  their  presence  was  beginning  to  get  a  little  overwhelming  and  sure  ,  she  knew  what  being  on  a  reality  show  entailed  ,  but  anxiety  of  being  constantly  surrounded  had  gotten  significantly  worse  the  moment  they  had  entered  the  grocery  —  the  paper  shopping  list  in  her  pocket  suddenly  feeling  like  it  weighed  a  tonne  .

            A  RAGGED  SIGH  would  escape  the  young  woman’s  throat  as  she  ran  her  hands  through  her  short  hair  ,  honey  eyes  still  focused  on  the  group  that  were  now  a  few  meters  ahead  of  her  and  still  parting  the  crowded  grocery  store  like  the  red  sea  .  ignoring  the  voice  in  her  head  that  was  tempting  her  to  turn  around  and  go  back  to  the  roommate  building  ,  sunmi  couldn’t  help  but  let  a  smile  appear  on  her  worry  worn  lips  at  the  sound  of  jiaolong’s  voice  carrying  over  the  noise  —  dramatic  as  ever  .  small  enough  to  squeeze  between  the  towering  cameramen  ,  sunmi  would  allow  a  faux  ,  playful  frown  to  settle  on  her  face  ;  trying  to  ignore  the  way  the  camera  closest  to  her  zoomed  into  fully  display  her  face  and  the  comical  expression  on  it  .  “  yah,  ”  she  whines  childishly  ,  “  it’s  not  my  fault  it’s  so  crowded.  ”  with  a  dramatic  flair  added  to  almost  all  movements  ,  she  reaches  out  to  grasp  his larger  hand  in  hers ,  slotting  her  fingers  between  between  his  and  squeezing  it  tightly  .  “  make  sure  you  hold  onto  me  ,  we  all  know  we’ll  never  find  you  again  if  you  get  lost  .  ”

jiaolong wasn’t panicked per say. he was more along the lines of concerned that the other was swept away from him without notice in an area they were both unfamiliar with. even with the staff there or not, it was irresponsible of him not to respond or react. of course ( from what he has seen, at least ), sunmi had no problem taking care of herself. however, being the older of the two, it was evident that the rapper wanted to take a leading role in their dynamic and support the vocalist in any way he could. it was his strongest instinct, after all. 

the smell of ddukbokki lingered in the small dressing room, the savory scent quick to reach the rookie’s nose. it has been weeks since she last had the spicy snack or any sort of snack in general -- all in preparation for her big debut. although the new soloist was well aware of the strict diet she was supposed to be on, her mouth couldn’t help but water at just imagining the taste of the street food. clutching her signed album in hand, ana looked around to check her surroundings before approaching the spread of food on the nearby table. taking a stab at one of the spicy rice cakes, the idol quickly plopped it in her mouth before suddenly being startled by the sound the footsteps approaching her from the hallway, the nineteen year old practically spinning in place. with a sharp bow and her mouth full, she pushed the rice cake into the ball of her cheek rushing out her greeting. “hello! i’m rainbow entertainment’s new soloist, ana! please wish me luck on my debut!”

“sunmi?” jiaolong peered over the market shelves in search for the fellow rookie idol, his dark eyes scanning for a familiar head bopping around. it was a bit annoying actually having to avoid the ‘roommate’ staff members who was following his every move, their own cameraman even getting in the way of his search for the ‘missing’ luv member. the rapper could have sworn she was right behind him too. it didn’t help that the confining space of the small town grocery store kept nagging at his attention span, especially with the apparent afternoon rush and the obnoxious advertisements surrounding him. “hey, yeun sunmi! you didn’t get mistaken as a kid and got taken away by someone’s mom, right? say something!”

                                             𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃,                                                          𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘏 & 𝘙𝘠𝘜𝘜𝘚𝘜𝘒𝘌                                                                               @melvitae​​

         ❝  HAPPY ANNIVERSARY , MY LOVE !  ❞

         her voice is coloured with happiness : a warmhearted greeting as she reaches out to grip one of ryuusuke’s rough and calloused hands with her own        the grip she has on them gentle yet secure. four years had now passed since they had become officially romantically connected , but in the grand scheme of things , it had been a whopping eleven years since they had met        since she had hidden from her brothers in that corner store in honolulu and had hastily introduced herself to him and practically begged him to allow her seek refuge for the next five minutes. eleven years had passed since her life became intertwined with his own.

         four years didn’t seem like a lot when compared to all that , but today marked another day , another year , that she got to spend by his side and that was worth celebrating.

         the vip exit of the incheon airport was surprisingly quiet given the current time but shiloh was certain ryuusuke wasn’t upset by it , that dark bags under his eyes prominent from lack of sleep telling her all she had to know. smiling widely at him , her free hand would extend the bouquet of flowers she had gotten him prior to her arrival ( because men deserved to and appreciated getting them as well ) as she briefly released his hand to reach up and rest her hand on his cheek , thumb running over the apple of his cheek as she did so.   ❝  i knew you’d be tired so i didn’t plan anything aside from this little surprise ,  ❞  and it was little. but , admittedly , neither ryuu or shiloh were massive planners and had a habit of appreciating the little things        like making the most of every minute they got to spend together.

         ❝   so , the rest is up to you        we could go home and watch tv or have a nap or … anything. as long as i get to spend the day with you , i’m happy.  ❞

(x)

there was a huge sigh of relief that escaped his chest when a familiar pair of affectionate eyes had reached his own tired gaze, his look softening immediately as the gentle touch of his long time love’s fingers smoothly intertwined with his. the warmth from her hand was quick to soothe the anxieties that stomped on the grounds of his heart, allowing an easy grin to form on the musician’s lips instead of his usual sulking.  “happy anniversary, babe.” the contrast from her excited tone to his apparent drained one was almost laughable to anyone who was lucky enough to watch the exchange. thankfully, the airport was quiet with only a few stragglers here and there at the vip exit which gave ryuusuke a little more freedom ( and an excuse ) to have more pda with his lovely girlfriend. bringing her hand that he was holding up to his lips, he tenderly pressed a kissed on the back of it accepting her floral gift wholeheartedly. “i’ve missed you like crazy.” and it was the truth, the both of them knew it too.

taking the bouquet of flowers in the hand shiloh let go and draping that same arm over the young woman’s shoulders, ryuu pulled her closer to him as she caressed the bulb of his cheek, his free hand left with the duty of lugging his bag behind them as they began to walk out towards the end of the terminal. “y'know, as much as i’d love to sleep with you as soon as we get home, i want to try spending some of our anniversary awake and outside of bed.” the male teased as he prepped himself to be punched, his tone light-hearted despite his evident innuendo. 

“have you eaten yet? i’m starving       let’s get something to eat first and you can tell me what’s been going on lately.”

        𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 , not that it ever changed but sometimes lux would find her self wishing that it would , just for once . you’d think her multiple , yes multiple , mental illnesses would allow her to have a wider variety of nightmares but no , it was always the same one . always , and without fail , the same one of her deceased parents .

combing her long fingers through her short black hair , the thai born dancer would move to get up out of her bed , careful not to startle ferris who had oddly decided to sleep at the foot of her bed instead of soojin’s that night        maybe her nightmares were a little worse than soojin’s tonight, who knows ? bow shaped lips would form a soft pout as she exhaled slightly , closing the bedroom door behind her before her attention is captured by the sound of the television coming from the living room . who … ?

she didn’t have to wonder long though , for the familiar silhouette of minhee came into view almost as soon as she walked into the decorated living room . the fact that they all still lived together despite not needing too … they really were a gross cliché found family , huh ?    ❝    you didn’t wake me up , don’t stress .    ❞    lux answers easily , moving to sit beside the younger .    ❝    why can’t you sleep , though ? you’re usually out for good by now . everything okay ?    ❞

it wasn’t really surprising for minhee to see lux up at this time, whether it was because she had already been awake or if she was abruptly woken up from her sleep. when it was the latter, however, the younger woman can usually assume the reason why though she more than knew better than to question it right off the bat unless lux had brought it up herself first. of course, that didn’t keep minhee from worrying.

despite the dancer’s reassurance, minhee still took the time to lower the volume of the television slightly, her attention now focusing more on the other than on any of the late night listings the tv can offer her. “yeah, i’m okay.” this time, it was the maknae’s turn to reassure lux. though there was no specific reason for minhee’s inability to sleep, at least to her knowledge, she knew it would be a cause for concern for any of the other members if they knew that she was one bit out of her usual routine. “i think i just haven’t burnt out all of my energy yet. i guess it doesn’t help that i had an iced coffee with kyuri unnie after dinner too.”

@diamondhcarts​

if there was one thing minhee hated about the time change, it was that the days felt longer than usual. and with stella’s schedules being limited, the maknae found herself stuck in the rcm dorms more often than most. one would think this would lead the idol to sleep and rest more now that her group wasn’t busy, but in all honesty, it just made minhee feel more restless.

so there she was, in the middle of the common room with a huge bowl of cheese balls resting on her lap -- the amount probably ten times the servings than the recommendation, of course. the young woman was dressed in an over-sized hoodie and baggy pajama pants while nestled in a fluffy blanket that her foster mom had given her for christmas, all the while fiddling with the tv remote to find some sort of late night drama to watch to kill time. the vocalist was sure most of the occupants of the building were asleep by this time so she made sure to keep the volume low enough so that only she could hear.

                                                                 ❛ 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 ? // @melvitae​

          𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒, 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃, 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄. not the bad impulsive where her spur of the moment decisions would become a burden to others, but the good kind of impulsive where, when she missed someone, she wanted to see them and she wanted to see them now. it was quite the curse, actually, considering her family was on the other side of her beloved ocean and her boyfriend slash best friend slash partner in crime was almost always touring ( just touring tingz as lux has so eloquently put it in the stella group chat when shiloh had confided in her members about her missing her partner ) and, more often than not, those good intentioned impulsive desires were something that shiloh was forced to sit on and ignore.

but today was, thankfully, not one of those times. cyno had recently returned from the states after attending the nyc ball drop and whilst she had been a little a lot heartbroken that they wouldn’t be able to bring the new year into together like they usually did, her pride had outshone the sadness nestled in her stomach by a mile, but after ryuu and the others had landed back in seoul and he had sent her a short text before presumably immediately crashing, shiloh had been all but consumed by the desire to see him. she hadn’t seen him in months, okay ? you couldn’t blame her.

fast forward a good six hours and you would find the leader with her now chin length bob pinned off of her face as she stood in the sun drenched kitchen of cyno’s million dollar apartment at nine in the morning. wiping her hands off on ryuu’s old shirt, the tanned skinned woman would sigh gently as she moved to sit atop the counter, heterochromic eyes focused the stove top as she waited for the eggs she was cooking in order to add to the saiman she was making both herself and ryuusuke for breakfast. and sure it wasn’t going to be as good as her kupuna’s saiman but she was doing her best with what she had, okay ? jumping slightly when she heard a door open further up the hall, the brunette would begin panicking at the sound of footfalls coming closer to the kitchen and before she could even attempt to throw herself backwards behind the counter to hide herself, she was greeted by the sight of none other than mizushima ryuusuke wandering sleepily into the kitchen.

smiling gently as she watched him, shiloh would shrug and exhale loudly through her nose in defeat before she jumped down from the counter, bare feet hitting the cold tiles of the kitchen floor as she grinned at him. ❝ the one time i rely on the fact that you never wake up before ten, you have to wake up early and ruin my surprise, huh ?❞ she shakes her head, laughter bubbling past her lips. ❝ that’s such a you thing to do, as well. you’re really lucky i love you so much, you know ?❞

if there was one thing that ryuusuke absolutely hated, it would be that his shiloh intake has been severely limited over the past year. that’s not to say that he isn’t grateful for the success of his group; but from seeing his girlfriend almost every day to maybe only getting one or two phone calls a week, if they were so lucky, it left the male edgy and more impatient as usual. if he had it his way, he would have hopped on a plane to seoul much sooner just so he could see shiloh in person. but alas, prism believed idol duties were the priority over any kind of outside relationship -- even when you’ve known the person almost your entire life. work comes first, the company often dismisses him. that’s stupid as fuck, ryuu often thought.

it was three days into the new year when cyno had officially made it back to seoul, ryuu quick to text his girlfriend of his arrival as soon as he reached the group’s shared apartment. of course, it was 2 am when he had shot her the message and figuring that she was probably already asleep, ryuu knocked out rather quickly, the comfort of his mattress and pillow beating out the experience of a hotel room, any day.

with it being his day off, ryuu expected to at least sleep in past noon with how exhausted he was. but even surprising himself, ryuu found himself half awake at nine-thirty sharp thanks to the filtering scent of food filling the house. tired but curious, the vocalist pulled his heavy body out of bed allowing a cold shiver to climb up his spine as his bare feet made contact with the cold wooden floor. stifling a big yawn, ryuu finally made his way to the kitchen, the sound of the stove more than enough evidence to know that someone was cooking. but who exactly? everyone should be dead asleep right now. ryuu found out his answer when the familiar sight and voice of his girlfriend had finally hit his senses, stopping the man right in his tracks to register the great surprise.

introducing bang joonho: a general personality moodboard

introducing bae minhee: a general personality moodboard

@servphics​

it has been a year since he was locked up in this room, the walls a bright white complimenting the metallic machinery around him. for a year, he wasn’t allowed to walk in and out, having his meals and medication brought to him while doctors and psychiatrists entered and left his room freely while he could not. very occasionally, zhen would arrive along with soojin or minho to come and visit him though the visits were limited to half an hour at time. the days in the white room never ended, time nothing but a fragment as joon would slowly lose count of the seconds, minutes, hours, and days. according to zhen on one occasion, he looked like nothing but an empty shell -- breathing, but no longer living.

there was one thing that had sparked any hope in this dull prison, the letters he would receive from kyuri whenever soojin or minho visited. the letters weren’t long at all, being rather brief but enough to bring some sort of comfort to the broken young man. of course, he wasn’t allowed to reply to any of the messages, being told that he could alter his progress to healing if he made contact with the subject of obsession when he was brainwashed. but he continued to keep the letters on his bedside to read whenever he needed to mentally escape from the present; and thankfully, for him, they never stopped coming.

“you’re being discharged next week and being released to the custody of zhen.” the familiar, but calculative voice spoke as they scratched their pen against the notes they were carrying around. joon looked up in surprise at the doctor before him, unsure on whether or not he had heard right. but seeing the stern, but tired eyes look back at him, the younger male could only assume that he had indeed heard right.

“he’ll be your caretaker from now on as you finish your recovery. crazy fool.” the doctor tsk’d before stopping his scratching and placing his pen into the front pocket of his lab coat.  “but why--” joon was interrupted as the doctor chose to cut him off.

“you can ask him yourself. he’ll be coming by tomorrow to brief you in on what’s been decided by both the academy and the city police. meanwhile, if you have any loose ends to tie up with your sister or your friends, i suggest you tell zhen to bring them by when you get the chance. from what i hear, you won’t be seeing any of them for a while.” with the wave of his hand, the doctor walked towards the door to leave joon back to his thoughts. “oh. you have a visitor waiting for you. she wasn’t on the list of the approved visitors, but she insisted on seeing you. seeing as it’s your last week and all, we’ll make an exception this time and send her in.”

furrowing his eyebrows, joon could only nod as he stared at the doctor’s departure, confused as to who the doctor could be referring to. taking a deep sigh, the male swung is feet over the bed so he was completely sitting up, stretching out his stiff neck and shoulders. it was only a few moments later that he heard a couple of knocks against the door before it completely opened, joon looking up once more only to be caught by surprise. it was the last person he had expected to see, after all, the familiar sight of long blonde hair and a pair of icy eyes -- though if joon could remember correctly, the shade of blonde was definitely much lighter than a year ago and her eyes were much less cold. at least, when they landed on him. in that second, the man could see in her eyes a flickering of... remorse? pain? or was it something else.