#famedopen

everything was still up in the air when it came to the actual music as suji was figuring that out, but she knew she had to take their thoughts into consideration. well, maybe more than consideration since they’d be the ones to give it the final okay. letting out a hum, she looks down at her current black hair and tries to imagine herself with such a bright color. 

“or maybe i can ask for something else? something a little less vibrant?” she’s not entirely sure what that color would be at the moment, but anything sounded better than pink. “i just feel like pink’s an extremely hard color to pull off.” plus, she didn’t want to get started on talking about the preparation for that. 

❝ i got the moonlight, tequila sunrise ha, come take a shot on me, i got ya open, april 4th, some restaurant in central seoul

“i also can not believe i will be in seoul for quite a while.” minhee laughs out, smile pulling wide on his lips. what did he even expect? really, what did he? it had been so long since polaris had been flying in and out of seoul, it was hard to schedule anything of substance. meeting up for a quick hi and bye wasn’t minhee’s thing. he needed to sit down, have a meal, have a drink, chat to their hearts content.

she’s always been someone to beat around the bush — beat it around a few times, and entice her words into shifty stories. then, maybe, she can avoid the obvious and the center of her worries. except, solitude strips any of the ability to beat around anywhere. instead, she’s anywhere but here.  too many things rummaging through her mind, sifting through the morsels of yesterday. she turns to the only thing she’s ever known: a studio, a hideaway she deems hers. 

coffee in her hand, and the late night tunes to something she’s hummed with each footstep. it’s only when she opens the door, opens her eyes when she feels she’s been spotted like a deer in headlights.

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.

“do you think i should get a new apartment?” yena asked, pushing herself up from where she had been draped across her couch, staring up blankly at her ceiling in silence for the past couple of minutes. the question had seemingly come out of nowhere, nothing they would have caught up on probably, but there was an itch under yena’s skin, for something new, something different. things were starting to feel too same-y, she had never been good at staying in one place unmoving for long periods of time, both literally and figuratively, and it seemed that the restlessness was catching up on her yet again. “there is nothing wrong with this place but i’m kind of bored of it, i could do with some place new.” 

she pushed herself upright, folding her legs underneath her, scanning her nails for a second with a bored look, picking at them. “i considered getting my hair done, i’d like to go a shorter maybe, but god forbid dimensions would give me that of autonomy.” she rolled her eyes dramatically. “god knows why i wouldn’t be allowed to, not like they plan to keep me you know, employed, but whatever.” that was a very dramaticized version of events, in reality it wasn’t nearly that dire. still, yena liked to think she got to be a bit dramatic about the current state of affairs. “maybe i could get a tattoo instead. my manager won’t be happy about it but usually i can get away with new tattoos, as long as they’re inconspicious enough.” she redirected her gaze at the other. “i don’t know man, i’m just so damn bored, i need something exciting. who knew your mid-twenties were this fucking lame.”

ash has to fight to keep his eyes open as he switches his gaze between his phone propped up against a speaker he’d set on the hotel desk where his own face plays back to him from the ringing facetime call and the screen of his laptop set up in front of him with a song file open. jet lag hasn’t passed yet and he’s resolved to getting himself aligned with the new timezone by staying up until sleep finally overtakes him at a more reasonable hour. the only problem is that it hadn’t hit until now, the wee hours of the morning with rehearsals for polaris’s concert approaching too quickly to make taking a nap worth it.

❝ pretty good, can't be shaken, yeah goddamn it, i like it don't bother me, i can't be better than ever why you tryna ruin me? i'm fine with just me open, 5th of novermver, jihoon's flat

“hey, hey.“ jihoon says from the couch, kicking the other’s arm gently multiple times to get his attention as they were sat on the opposite end of the sofa. it was a stupid thought, he was aware of this, but they were both on their who knows what beer now and it all started with jihoon inviting them over for dinner. how did it turn into them playing on his nintendo switch and drinking every single time one of them lost was not exactly clear to him, however… his next idea was even more stupid. he could debate if it was the alcohol or just him.. maybe a mix of both.