#fmdkat

“kaaaat,” dowoon groans, the elongated syllable of her name culminating with two dramatic, obnoxious clicks of his fingers right next to her ear. promotional circuits are always crazy busy — he doesn’t blame her for getting distracted. on the contrary, he’s holding back a smile. he grew up a pretty lonely child: no siblings, hardly any cousins who are all way, way older than him anyways, who had no interest in entertaining a gap-toothed baby dowoon, with scuffs on his knees and a football under his arm. and he had no one younger than him; the babies being born now to his older cousins are the new babies of his extended family, ousting him from the spot. finding someone he can bicker with, finding someone who bounces off him like that is rare. it’s something he tries not to indulge too much in with his members. he tries to keep up a certain wise brotherly vibe — not this: a kim dowoon who is inches away from tugging on kat’s hair with a frenzied grin.