#fmdcharoen

it was funny, kami knew her face could scared a few people off. she wore her dark markup and her face settled into what was known as resting bitch face. she knew a few people were weary around her because of it. including, the person she was about to flag down with her arms. but she wanted someone to join her. there was already a lot of food given to them. still, kami wanted to taste it and thought it would be the perfect time for a vlog. only, she ordered a tad too much for one person to enjoy alone.

so that’s what caused her rise her arms as she saw a the idol walking alone. it wasn’t until he came a little closer that she started to speak. “would you like to join me?” she waved a hand over the table, pointing out the spread. “but it does come with a price, i wanted to a vlog, almost like a mukbang, would you care to join me?”

In the idol world, being friends with the opposite sex is always an issue. Candy has a lot of male friends despite the rumors about he dating many of them if not all. But truthfully, there are people she cares about and she'd rather keep them hidden than to have them deal with the mess that comes along with her being a member of a popular girl group. And by having to be hidden, Candy had to invite her friend over for a meal instead of treating him outside. 

“Ah, I didn't expect that the world would know about our friendship through a public phone call on a variety show.” Candy chuckles as she glances at the male. Styx has been a good friend of hers for years in the industry. Charoen is a good guy and Candy appreciates their friendship as there aren’t a lot of genuine people in this world enough to make it better. 

“Also, I want to apologize.” She then hands him her signed album with a personal message for him inside. It’s not that she wanted to be sentimental but she wanted the people she cared for the most to see that through thick and thin, she remembers them and will continue to show her appreciation for them. “I should’ve given you one right away but I didn’t want to just give you a signed album. I wrote something inside. Don’t read it yet! You know I get shy too!”

Guanting adored his group members and the friends he had made over the past decade he had been in South Korea. There were so many people he had to thank for making the transition from one culture to another just a little bit easier, and he was forever grateful towards them and their efforts to make him feel accepted and equal. But there were still a lot of things that his group members didn’t understand, that they couldn’t understand, about him and his experiences being in Korea. As someone who was a foreigner, a biracial foreigner at that, he was faced with challenges that his hyungs in Unity couldn’t really help him get through. They were all Korean, even if some of them weren’t born there, and they would never understand what it was like to be an outsider there. 

Eunhee didn’t drink often, if at all. She had a difficult time holding her liquor, which was why she avoided alcohol ninety nine percent of the time. Although that night, it was one of her closest friends’ birthdays and she wanted to celebrate with them. They’d rented out the entirety of the club and invited over a hundred people, which was one of the main reasons why she decided that she wanted to get a few drinks in her. To ease the anxiety of being crowded around, to ease the feeling of walls closing in on her. With a few drinks coursing through her system, she began to feel more and more at ease and loose, which was why she didn’t hesitate to accept more drinks whenever her friend coaxed her into taking more. And that was how she found herself stumbling down the sidewalk with her hand pressed up against the wall of the bar.

“thank you,” joosung spoke politely to the waitress as she laid out several different plates in front of him and charoen. coming with friends to his family’s restaurant was a usual occurrence after so much time being away and meeting new people. most of the other trainees he’d met didn’t have enough money to eat well and take care of themselves because they relied only on the company’s allowance. sung was lucky, in that way, that even though his family didn’t fully support being a trainee, they supported him with love and stability. in God’s eyes, and therefore his own, keeping that gift to himself would be selfish.

but, more than the promise of food, this was a place the two of them could get to be alone. he knew that charoen was feeling troubled by the survival show, and as his mother always said, the best way to deal with problems was to talk them over a bowl of warm food. joosung tapped his chopsticks onto the table to level them out in his hand, then said, “let’s eat well,” and began to fill his bowl. “how are things? with the show and all.”

TK found himself standing in front of the mirror in the practice room with the other members of Team B. Everyone was working hard to try and improve their skills after the intense last round against Team A. The weight of the microphone felt unnaturally heavy in his hand as the weight of the judges’ criticisms crushed down on Taekyeong’s mind. His accent was still too thick, his flow wasn’t good enough. Not even the praise for his dancing was enough to lift the optimists’ spirits. He longed for perfection. With the promise of his rapping potential, TK found himself at a loss as to where to start. It wasn’t like dancing where he could start with the basic steps and then build off of that. This was an entirely different function and method of thinking and working.

His free hand roughly mussed his curly silver hair and as he thought about calling it a night, he caught a taller limber figure in his peripherals trying to work on his choreography. The dancer couldn’t help but wince a little at the sloppy gestures of his arms and the lack of refinement in his turns. He carefully walked to his teammate’s side and cleared his throat.

@fmdcharoen​

Now there was a lot of things about being an idol that Kira didn’t enjoy, but there were also a few things that he enjoyed, make-up for example, something he would’ve never guessed would’ve landed on his face. In the beginning he didn’t like make-up, he didn’t want his reputation to be destroyed or for people to figure out he was gay, soon enough he figured out that make-up was a lot more harmless than expected, and soon enough he tried experimenting it on himself. As time went by he actually got pretty good at make-up, and he started to enjoy putting make-up on his own face or others, if he said it himself then he was very decent at make-up, if you asked others then they would probably say that he was very good at make-up.