#famedbccopening

it was something that duri can say that he thought he would never do inside of a public place. but, it was something that was done, something that was exciting in a sense, and he was a bit giggly about the fact that it was something that happened. at least the two didn’t get caught, right? nonetheless, duri had made sure this his outfit was back to normal, no wrinkles what so ever, and his hair was all smooth and fluffy like it normally is when he was inside of the bathroom. he did his best to cool down his face too, simply from the blush that was upon his cheeks, pretending like he wasn’t inside of the bathroom with jake. nonetheless, duri washed his hands, as anyone would. he proceeds to dry them off them off with paper towels, before carefully tossing them out. he fixes his hair once more with his fingertips, before he makes his way out of the bathroom, like nothing else was going on. he stands off somewhere, in the rather empty area, awaiting for jake to come out now, simply pretending like he was out here the entire time. 

he had been enjoying the time inside of the base culture complex, his curiosity being something that was simply fulfilled because of how curious he was about how it was going to end up looking like, as well as what was inside of it. though, truth be told, duri forgot that it was something that was happening pretty often because no one really got to hear much about what was going on, besides for the fact that it was something that was happening. he also felt pretty cool to see his design sitting inside of the shop that was inside, it’s something that really meant a lot to him because of how much thought he put into it. he just hoped other people found it useful too - though, it might be something that was going to act as more of an aesthetic piece for others; unlike duri who was going to use it for it’s intended purpose. though, he was also going to keep it in his kitchen for the aesthetic purposes. 

filming’s not going on for another hour, or so his manager says — it’s a cheap remedy for the slash of real truth: he’s here as long as they say he is. a slave slapped around with nothing more than a full-face of brushed powder and the phone in his hand, it’s mere nothings he’s working with.

at least, that’s how he manages to find himself lingering in the hallways next to the vending machine. three coffee’s in, and science points to the obvious that he ought to be jittery, shaky — something other than the deadbeat disposition leaving his fingers to reach for a grape flavored drink this time around. the can kicks past, and he hears the footsteps of someone tapping behind him. antsiness? impatience? gyujeong doesn’t read between the solid lines of not caring more than he has to. 

till he turns around, meets a familiar face straight on.

“let me make you an offer: we get one of everything and split it to see which artists they gave the best stuff to,” mirae proposes out of the blue to the person right next to her at the cafe counter. a scan of the menu makes it clear there’s way too much to make a taste test of all the snacks and drinks practical for one person without massive food waste. if they split it, they’ll be saving at least some of the wasted food and hopefully upset stomachs from all the different flavors and sugar.

taking a peak inside her own goodie bag, suji couldn’t help but smile upon seeing the merchandise she helped design. it had come out looking so much better than her sketches and plans, and she’s forever thankful for the many staff members who took part in making it come true. knowing duri, she wasn’t all too surprised to find his to be a pot. their two items kind of went well together with her having designed a tea cup set. 

“people are going to think we came up with our ideas together or something,” she says rather jokingly before looking up to take a look around the gift shop. there were other things on sale, but nothing she thinks she’d spend her own money on. interesting stuff for fans, sure, but she’s not sure if she was the target audience for any of them. the vouchers and coupons she got will probably be going to friends as well. she doubts she’ll use them, really. 

the crinkled paper in his hand scrawls out the words, “since both of you have been in gold star for so long, what’s the funniest memory you can remember of each other?” to which, he reads out loud. it’s a silent scream, the way he manages to stare straight into the camera before guiding his piercing eyes towards his manager. (his manager catches his drift, cuts for ten minutes of a break before gyujeong decides to say fuck you to this all.)

it’s the sigh of relief that escapes his mouth, his elbows now on the desk with his palms cupped over his eyes. within that show of avant garde formalities, he sighs louder before mumbling, “you’d think they’d double check these questions before they decide to make us shoot this video?” words monotoned to a hum, and he presses his head into his palms further. “sounds like we’re filming something for transit love with these shitty questions.” 

his voice doesn’t taper, but his face lifts up from his hands. ten minutes, and most likely, he’s spent two of them bitching. 

the complex had been in the making for a while now, and she had to admit that the way it turned out was pretty neat. while she knows that it’s mostly a business venture for the companies, she does think that if she were a fan, it’d be worth one visit. “is there anywhere you haven’t seen yet? i think anywhere but here is a good idea,” suji states before looking around the room to find it slowly filling up with more people. she wasn’t usually this avoidant of others, but it was becoming slowly and slowly more tiresome trying to respond to similar questions being asked to her.

before hayi can even answer, she takes a quick look at the map that’s plastered on the wall. “cafe? i am kind of curious to see what kind of pastries they’ve made and if it’s our faces drawn onto them or something.” she thinks it’s a ridiculous idea, but she wouldn’t be surprised if it was actually a thing. her better guess is that it’ll be a bunch of cupcakes and cookies with group logos on them.

headcanon: base academy workshop

word count: 400 words.

character(s) involved: n/a. about: duri teaches his last workshop class and is the first to perform a ballad for the end of workshop assignment, he decides to perform i will always love you by whitney houston once again, since it will always be one of his favorite examples. trigger warnings: n/a. notes: me vs doing these self paras days before duri’s workshop ends. word count: 800.