#fmdsan

date: april 27th

with: @fmdsan

for some, the presence of a camera might deter a ‘genuine self’, but for sung, it mostly just turned the dial up on who he naturally was. sung had been surrounded by cameras often in the last half year, what with his own reality, shared home, and the videos element had been filming. they were more of a background acknowledgment, like leaving the television on while cooking.

the art was already her favorite part of the week. she didn’t have the talent for visual art herself, but she was part of the very exclusive group of people who appreciated the beauty of the medium (best known as most of the human race, she thought). there were multiple styles being represented, something she enjoyed immensely.

“this is so cool.” she said aloud, eyes locked with the painting in front of her. there was texture variance, bold color choices, but it wasn’t overwhelming, just compelling. “it might be my favorite piece here already. what do you think?”

           a hot cup coffee sat within his hands, the warmth radiating onto his hands. on days like these, when it was cold, he always quite liked holding the scalding cup of coffee within his hands; having them wrapped around the mug was really enough to warm him up in some sort of way. on this day, he happened to be having coffee and catching up san, which wasn’t something that had happened often, to say the least. 

she turned to the other poor, unfortunate soul besides her, completely ignoring the fact that his fans (or perhaps even her’s) would be outraged at the fact that a male and female idol were talking. hyeju’s already been through enough of the general talk about idols of the opposite sex not being able to be friends that she could care less if people started stirring things up. “what’s the whole point of this show anyway?”