#(&r.)

@gnmnamjoon

quick running steps take taehyung down the surprisingly empty neighbourhood, mile long legs taking him far and fast, breath rapid and heavy against his face mask. 

it’s not usually like this. rare are the times that taehyung runs away from someone that names themselves as a fan, and in such times, it’s usually his manager or a body guard that helps him out of the situation. usually taehyung is actually one to stay and chat, offer a smile and a picture to anyone that happens to recognise him on the streets.

but with fame comes a wide range of so called fans, taehyung has learnt. those who are polite and shy, and those who lose all common sense regarding personal space when they lay their eyes on their favourite artist. it’s unfortunate, truly, because taehyung doesn’t wish to think badly of anyone, but he also can’t afford a screaming girl drawing all attention to him, especially when he had only meant to go for a calm night walk.

he runs as quick as his legs allow him to, glancing over his shoulder quickly. he can’t see her anymore, but he can still hear her calling out for him in the muffled distance and he inwardly cursed at the situation, anxiety rising in his chest from the adrenaline and fear of having everyone in that neighbourhood wake up to this scene.

considering such nerves-wrecking situation, perhaps it’s understandable that taehyung’s brain, when he spots a door being open ahead, directs him to do nothing other than pretty much fly forwards and into this stranger’s house. it’s clumsy and not ideal - he pretty much tackles the taller boy first thing and almost loses his balance by stumbling over his feet, but still reaches a hand to quickly close the door behind him. “oh, god-” he breathes out, only now noticing how heavy his breathing was, pulling his face mask down to breathe more properly. he looks back up at the man with wide eyes, heart drumming strongly against his chest. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i just-” he gestures towards his back in a frantic way, as if that alone would explain the whole situation.

baekhyun knew what came with his job; to please a rather wide audience required for him to do exciting new things every so often, and although everyone loved his collabs with close friends, sometimes he had to spice it up a little - even making him go as far as travel all the way back to london for a collab with another youtuber there. of course, baekhyun wasn’t exactly complaining; he loved traveling, loved his job and he knew a lot of people would give a lot to have the opportunities he had.

the only problem was that with lack of time plus a heavy timezone difference on their shoulders, it had been difficult to keep in touch with jongdae. he wasn’t sure what it was that suddenly had him feeling so needy and clingy for the taller, his kittenish grin filling baekhyun’s thoughts whenever he caugt himself distracted enough; and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about the boy, about going back home and most importantly, going back to his arms.

and finally the day had come.

baekhyun was so excited he could hardly keep the wide grin off his face as he walked to their meeting place of choice, a nice park nearby jongdae’s house. he expected the boy to be there already, waiting somewhere, and took upon him the task of finding him without warning of his arrival yet. 

it only took him passing by about three kids with their own dogs to see jongdae’s familiar back ahead, one he could easily recognise no matter what. excitement grew too wide in baekhyun’s chest and the shorter took it upon himself to simply sprint towards jongdae, pretty much throwing himself onto his back and honestly almost climbing onto him from the act alone. “guess who’s back, duckface!” he cheered, laughing loudly as he didn’t even care about public image whatsoever, leaning back just so jongdae could properly turn towards him, grin not faltering a bit. “feels like i was gone for months- is my korean even still good?” he laughs, keeping a playful attitude though his eyes remained fixed on jongdae’s features with something akin to adoration to them.

@yoongixmi

he walks fast; he dreads slow walkers, unease prickling at him from the seconds lost when taking too long to lift your foot off the ground. the sound of his steps echoes through the large corridor, followed in a similar rhythm by his roommate and current partner in crime - quite literally so - as the two silently made their way towards ace’s private room. no words were currently needed, nor could they possibly be - clear instructions had been given to not utter a syllable on the happening where anyone could hear for even the walls have ears sometimes and staying silent as death itself has always been one of kyungsoo’s very own talents.

he goes ahead and pushes open the door to the club’s room, hardly waiting for yoongi to come along as he moves towards the centre of the space, disposing on his jacket in the mean time. these were the advantages of all-black clothing: stains are hardly noticeable, much more discreet than crimson red on pure white.