MAGIC / SHOP.

          𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝔼𝕊 𝔽𝕆𝕃𝕃𝕆𝕎𝔼𝔻 ℍ𝔼ℝ 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀ℝ𝔼 night: she was a clad of pastel in a sea of black, and her straight posture and proper attire made her presence questionable. that did not stop summer from holding her head high and proud as she sat on an uncomfortable bar stool surrounded by her drunk friends, all insisting that the ballerina would have an amazing time — and so far, she was not hating it.

she sat quietly watching the bands perform, one in particular catching her attention — a band of tall boys, all of them drifting away as they played, and she caught the gaze of one of them for only a brief moment: yet it was enough for her to work up the courage to walk over to that drummer the moment the boys were done and seated by the bar. «great show,» she greeted, sliding down on the empty stool next to him, giving the bartender a nod. a few seconds later, he had placed a glass in front of her, and summer slid it over to the musician. «that’s water, by the way. never hurts to stay hydrated after a night on stage, huh ?» she offered half a smile, extending a hand. «i’m summer.»

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          OLIVER  WAS  BUZZING  WITH  EXCITEMENT  after finishing their last set of songs before heading over to the bar to get himself something to drink. on his way there ( between sharing a few words with some of the people from the audience ) he managed to catch the gaze of a girl a few feet away, and oliver quickly averted his because one, she was way out of his league with her pretty outfit and the bright light that seemed to radiate from her and two, oliver usually mistook people looking as them being interested instead of simply letting their eyes wander. it had caused a few troubling situations for him in the past ( he didn’t know she had a boyfriend, who in turn turned out to be someone that he had been hitting on a few nights before, he promised ). after sitting down at the bar and getting a beer poured for him oliver intended to just enjoy the rest of his night. his beer was nearly empty and he was ready to order another one when a sweet melodic voice interrupted his train of thought. oliver turned his head and was surprised to see the girl he’d seen before sit down next to him.

          ℕ𝕆 𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝕂ℕ𝕆ℂ𝕂𝔼𝔻 𝕆ℕ ℍ𝕀𝕊 door. no one ever visited. that was the first sign that something was off when kangmin heard the rather foreign sound of his doorbell, and he shifted in the couch before getting up to answer it. irrational fear made him concerned though he knew he was in no immediate danger — had he been, it would’ve found him by now. he walked over and opened the door, expression immediately softening as he looked upon wendela, and before she could even finish her sentence he had ushered her in, knowing there were always eyes on her. «okay,» was his simple response, not asking for an explanation. 

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                      🌙 🌙 🌙           THEY NEVER DID GO OUT, OR DO MUCH OF ANYTHING, in fact it was a miracle that they managed to stay friends so long when they do nothing. But in a way, it reflected just how much they liked each other. ❝ Hey ❞ Spoke Junho lazily ❝ Are you hungry? Do you want to order something online? ❞ Junho never went out didn’t feel the need to. He liked it behind his four walls ❝ Or do you just want instant ramen with instant rice? ❞ 

            ℂℍ𝕀𝕃𝕀𝔻𝕊ℍ 𝔸ℝℝ𝕆𝔾𝔸ℕℂ𝔼 𝕊𝕋𝕀𝕃𝕃 𝕊𝕋𝔸𝕀ℕ𝔼𝔻 ℍ𝕀𝕄 after all these years, and maybe it was his lack of need for approval that had shaped him this way. he had been taught that love was foolish, and that respect was earned from showing you could demand it, but chose not to. troye had grown up with all the right values with all the wrong motives, and in the end it had only damaged him. he wasn’t seeking the approval of his parents — he had, once, but those times were gone. still, he was still his father’s son, still his mother’s child, and he was still just a boy no matter how much he liked to believe he could take on the world alone.

no one could.

he remembered the first serious girlfriend he had ever had when he was seventeen — how they would tear each other apart by the throats and then have fingers intertwine to heal the wounds they made. they had kissed as if they had tried to breathe right out of each other’s lungs, and troye had mistaken it for love. he could remember the first time had had opened up, and she had told him that success was random, that luck was the bane of everyone’s existence, that there would come a day where he’d grow up and realize that he had no reason to feel the way he felt. but tears still ran in mansions and it made the downfall sweeter. so he had toughened up and built walls again — and no matter what hoseok said in that moment, he was attacking barriers that were hard as steel and immovable as such. 

and still, somehow the other male had managed to pry open a window, just a crack for the light to get in, and the older sighed. «no, i don’t mind,» he mumbled. at least if hoseok talked about himself, maybe he’d forget troye had just made a fool out of himself a second prior. «i don’t know, hoseok. i guess a part of me hopes, you know ? like the fucking fool i am.»

IT WAS WITH OBVIOUS EMBARRASSMENT that hoseok shook his head, looking out the window so that he wouldn’t have to face troye on the opposite side of the couch. “i always talk too much,” he said softly, replaying all the times he’d been reprimanded in the past. “it’s nothing important, you know ? it’s just a memory ...” his mother’s warm smile flashed by and he let out a small sigh, that long since lost every bit of emotion and settled on acceptance. the situation was what it was, it only hurt to go over every little memory like it would change anything.

he sighed, again ( sometimes it felt like that was all he ever did unless he was asked to smile ), and wondered why he couldn’t ever be satisfied. all day he had lied in bed, either still shivering from charles’ touches or waiting in his lingerie for him to come back. he had wished he didn’t have to be alone. the staff were okay, but they preferred to keep to themselves ( and who would willingly spend time with him without collecting the reward he presented ) so for the most part hoseok was alone. and now, now that he wasn’t and now that troye was here hw wondered if it hadn’t been easier if he’d spent the rest of the weekend on his own. 

“I’M JUST SAYING, I DON’T THINK WE SHOULD switch out the chord progression just because it ‘feels sad’.” there was a hint of frustration in jin’s voice as he was sitting with ace, their new bassist ( and apparently fixed member ever since He decided to stay back in seoul with nothing more than a five minute heads up ), in one of the studios going over a few of the songs that ace hadn’t been a part of. “it’s supposed to ‘feel sad’, it’s a sad song. have – have you even been listening this whole time ?” and there was the familiar ache blooming around his temples, something only his members managed to produce. must mean ace was finally a part of the group. jinyoung didn’t know if he was okay with it or not.