#fmdbccity2018

a party hosted by bc entertainment was another story all together. he’d swear it was like a genie read his dream diary and based his wishes off of that. being in the midst of promotions, there was no way his social fear could let him flake out on going, as the fear of ‘manager yelling’ outweighed it. that said, even the thought of going had stars in joosung’s eyes. he imagined lavish halls and glittering smiles of idols engaged in cultured discussion. in reality, it was closer to the movie portrayal.

the first few minutes were awkward. after a failed attempt at finding his members, joosung made his way to sit in a secluded corner. he was halfway through a text to his mum when bee’s shake it came on, and before even the first verse was over, sweat beaded on his brow. all of his anxieties washed away and were replaced by thumping beats overtaking the movement of his body.

after his muscles began to ache and his breathing was continuously labored, joosung took a water break. he needed it, but his adrenaline was pulsating and pulling him back to the dance floor. the pull was magnetic, and the sight narrow, just so that he fully knocked himself into someone and spilled his water all over them. it took a good second for joosung’s brain to catch up with what was happening, and by then, probably too late, he shouted out a cracked, “i’m sorry,” and uselessly tried to wipe the wetness off of the other person.

but getting drinks she didn’t pay for wasn’t a problem for hana. she tugged the hem of her mini-dress down her thighs and traced her way through the club to the bar, taking the empty seat next to someone she didn’t immediately recognize from the back. “can you believe i forgot to bring my card?” she lamented (a lie). “i must still be riding the adrenaline of the concert.” she put on an expression she considered equal parts pouty and endearing and finally turned her head to look at the other. “what are you drinking tonight?”

He wasn’t really sure how long he had stayed seated there at the bar, but he knew that it had been quite some time. Long enough for him to finish a few glasses of wine. He had lost count of how many glasses he had, him just asking the bartender to keep refilling his glass every time he finished the last little bit of it. Wine had always been something sort of similar to being kryptonite for Samsoo. He knew that he shouldn’t drink it because he tended to get carried away. It was sweeter than most alcohols, and it went down as easy as juice or bubble tea did. It was easy to allow yourself to get lost in the sauce so to speak. It didn’t happen often, because he didn’t allow himself to drink that often, but when he did, he usually ended up like this. 

Ting hadn’t frequented many night clubs before - if he had even gone to any. The maknae could have gotten into nightclubs just because of his idol status alone, but that didn’t mean that he would have been able to enjoy the full amenities that came with clubbing. He was still a few days away from his birthday, which meant that he still wouldn’t be able to drink with any of his group mates or any of his friends that were at the after party either, which was disappointing. It seemed as though everyone around him was drinking and having fun, but there he was - nursing a glass filled with juice. At least it was sweet enough that Guanting felt a little less bitter about the fact that he wasn’t allowed to drink. 

the most enticing for him, though, has become the wallflowers. of course, not everyone could be the life of the party, and amidst the crowd of dancing figures he can pinpoint the seemingly hidden ones having anything but fun. “what kind of person would i be to just let them...sit there? that’s torture,”  he thinks, squinting to see one in particular who’d caught his eye. 

he looked for an escape route, wanting to slip into the crowd and avoid having to talk to samsoo. but it was too late. it looked like he’d spotted joosung. with a deep breath, he stitched on a smile and made his way over to greet his old friend. “hey--,” he stopped himself, as he noticed soo swaying, and gripped a hand over his shoulder to keep him steady. “too much partying for you?” even joosung felt like he was starting to wind down by that point in the night; he shouldn’t be surprised.

Samsoo was rather enjoying the concert that BC had put on for all of their artists. Being able to see not only Wish, but Lipstick, BEE and their other female soloists? He was in heaven. Of course he enjoyed the other groups too, but he had always been a sucker for girl groups and artists. That was just how he was. He liked their wide variety of concepts, ranging from cute, to sexy, to sassy. They all did it very well, and he found their performances to be captivating. BEE had been one of his favorite girl groups ever since they had first came out back in 2010, and he’d been following them ever since. Then Lipstick came along, quickly trailed behind by Wish, and he had his hands full of groups he loved dearly. 

the after party had been winding down for a while, sohee had come to notice that a lot of people had left  - a more than wise move considering many of those who were left were either far too drink or starting to feel the effect of an oncoming hangover (and she assumed everyone else there was just being polite). of course, sohee was in the former category - horrendously drunk after too many shots, too much wine, and moving from group to group of people being bothersome without any reason, slurring and wrapping her arms around people like they were her best friends, all with her signature drunk ‘i’m upset’ face she got after one too many.  in fact, she wasn’t even sure who she was latching onto when she slurred out, “hey, are you okay? you should be going home soon it’s late,” she swore after that she could have almost fallen asleep on their shoulder, yet she still held a fabled ‘one last drink’ in her hand, “it’s so nice just to unwind, don’t you hate it? being watched all the time and having to be just so great all the time? sucks doesn’t it?” 

it was past micha’s bedtime. she thought she’d done well, agreeing to attend the party with minimal complaint and having a decent time. however, it was late, she was tired, and the wish girls were nowhere in sight. while she wasn’t the leader in any way, the girl refused to leave without being sure that they were all safe and heading home.

what that had apparently meant, though, was waiting an additional fifteen minutes at the dying party, getting acquainted with her empty bottle of soju. the pair were hidden in the corner of the club, or at least she’d thought. micha had already had too many people touch her today, but what she wasn’t expecting was for the femme fatale vocalist to  pop out of absolutely nowhere and pull her into a nonconsenting embrace.

trying her best to be polite and not wince, the idol gave a forced smile and shook her head. “don’t worry, i’m heading home soon. are you...good? you look like you need some rest,” she noted, the fact that sohee was gone one not hard to notice. it was almost humorous, seeing all the usually behaved idols going wild. she’d been fairly mild, aware of how much she’d regret drinking more than a few sips. anyways, it didn’t make sense to her that the absence of media should result in going completely crazy. she had some sort of reputation to hold up, after all, even within the idols surrounding her.

“it does,” the female agreed genuinely, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. “but it’s something i’ve lived with my whole life. i’m used to it.” picking up the bottle of water she hadn’t yet drank from the table, she offered it to sohee, brushing the loose strands of hair back for her. “femme fatale hasn’t been around too long, though. i’m shocked you got tired of it so fast.”