#fmdsunny

kit thought he could get away with a few drinks and snacks at the halloween party but he felt his mind blur, logic escaping him as he downed another can of beer. he gave up on the spiked punch a while ago, sense unraveled with the potent liquored beverage. the plates of chips and candy did nothing to sustain him, and he knew he would be hungover the next day; he’d be damned.

“hey,” he approached sunyoung, catching her across the room in one full of friends and strangers. everyone looked the same, but she stood out. with CHARM and WISH being sibling groups, they weren’t unfamiliar to one another. kit could have asked anyone else to accompany him, but when he set his sights on her, his mind was made. a lightbulb went off. “do you want to grab a bit to eat?” he rubbed his gurgling, burning stomach, deprived of nutrition. “i’m starving. i saw a nearby mcdonald’s. my treat?” not romantic. not sweet. only straightforward. that was what alcohol did to kit, warped his usual friendly manner of acting.

award shows are changki’s least favorite event. everything is so hectic and it sends changki’s nerves haywire. of course, it doesn’t help that he’s in charge of twelve other people. it’s events like these that the role of leader is intensified. he’s in the process of ushering charm back to their seats, as each member takes a spot, changki realizes that they’re short a seat. he inwardly groans, annoyed but there’s no use in making a fuss over a chair. not when the awards show was in full swing, he could survive standing for the rest of the show, if need be. members offer him a chair, but he shakes his head, fine with standing. changki hoped that one of the pd’s working the show would notice and bring an extra chair soon. 

honestly, as much as hanli wanted it to be a smooth sailing relationship, life with sunny wasn’t always. . . sunny, to say the least. there were times where they’d butted heads with each other - silent treatment and cold wars over unspoken conflict, but at the end of the day, they were still friends, roommates who kept each other’s dirty little secrets and hanli would always be grateful to sunny for giving her that sense of privacy and secrecy. (hanli lost count of the number of times she’d come home reeking of alcohol and cigarettes but she knew that not once had sunny let it slip to the other members of the group.)

and as a return, hanli had never once commented nor revealed sunny’s habits of bringing boys home. she understood what it was like, just wanting to be normal, finding some kind of semblance of belonging, even if it was just for a few hours. what more, having stayed together for two years now, she’d developed some sort of inkling to when something was going on with sunny; the air would always be heavier, the strong scent of masculine cologne would linger, the beds would get significantly messier. hanli would know and make sure she’d fall asleep with her earbuds in. 

and from what hanli had noted, it was happening again. still, as usual, she went about her daily life, pretending that she didn’t see sunny sneaking out or the late-night pings of her phone. . . until late one night when hanli had returned from one of her schedules that had run overtime and she’d pushed the door gently, not wanting to wake sunny up but well, not only was sunny wide awake but she was. . . busy, to put it lightly. “fuck,” hanli whispered under her breath, feeling slightly embarrassed for both herself and sunny. she’d planned to shut the door quietly and act like none of this ever happened but it was the familiarity of the voice and the name that left sunny’s lips that made hanli stop in her tracks. adrian. hyejung’s ex. and before she can help it, the words spilled out of her, albeit a little too loudly. 

“what the fuck?”