#fmdvolume

The sunlight was creeping in through the tinted windows of the limo. Music was lightly playing on some trendy pop station, and Eunhee was haphazardly playing with Yoohyeon’s hair. The mood could be described as relaxed. Few words were being exchanged as to not ruin the quiet atmosphere the two had made for themselves. Eunhee sighed, knowing the mood was going to change as soon as they arrived at the club opening. It was going to be loud and paparazzi and reporters were going to be everywhere. She was hoping to have fun with them tonight. Rumors broke out that the two girls were dating. They even had a couple name- the ‘Flower Couple’. Eunhee thought it was cute,  but ridiculous. She wanted to make the most of the attention, and do as much fan service as she could with the Yoohyeon.

Eunhee continued playing with the younger girl’s hair, until the limo came to a stop. “Seems like we’re here.” Eunhee mumbled, a but disappointed to untangle herself from the other girl. She quickly checked her makeup in the window, using it as a makeshift mirror. She wasn’t completely satisfied with how she looked, but then again when was she ever. She did a slight frown before looking at the other girl, “You ready for tonight?” She questioned. The driver then quickly opened the door, motioning for the girls to step out. Eunhee stepped out first, she fixed the wrinkles on her dress, before she helped Yoohyeon out of the limo. Linking arms with the other girl, Eunhee began to wave to the crowd. Loud screams could be heard in all directions.

he’s shaking his head, leaning closer to the microphone pointed his way. “ not at all. it’s a little pressuring at times, i guess, but i just use it as motivation to work harder. i know people are gonna be watching my every move, so i have to make sure that i always give my best. ” he flashes a quick smile then, the tone of his voice slipping into something more playful. “ and honestly, i use it to my advantage sometimes. it’s mostly just to talk the hyungs into buying me stuff, though. perks of being the youngest. ”

“ really flattered, to be honest. ” he begins, and for once it isn’t a question he’s been trained to respond to ; his reply and the grin spreading across his mouth both completely genuine. “ we put a hundred and ten percent into everything that we do and it feels good to get recognition for our hard work. ” he keeps it brief, moving onto the next reporter as soon as he finishes talking ; all the better to escape any queries that would force him to utter a reply that alludes to origin attempting to dethrone knight. the company had enough to deal with, given his situation --- they didn’t need him throwing anything else into the mix.

his eyes crinkle into crescents almost immediately ; the chuckle slipping past his lips an attempt at relieving his unease. his managers had discussed the possibility of such questions, of course --- had drilled press-friendly responses into his mind from the moment he came out to them --- though none of it changed the fact that he lived in constant fear. it’s a small mercy that he was well-versed in the art of controlling his expressions, his mien disguising the frantic beating of his heart. “ not really, no, ” he says, his mind at odds with the words coming out of his mouth. “ i’m just naturally touchy, as you can see, but the hyungs don’t mind. the fans seem to like it, too, so i’m not really bothered. ”

He felt as if his body was lighter then it really was.

With his packed schedule filled with shooting the final scenes of his drama, a bunch of CF's he didn't even know why his manager booked for him in the first place, all eyes on MARS comeback and the pressure of the company...he didn't slept very well and was barely eating, his figure was really becoming thinner even though he still had the same baby cheeks. But in the night club, at that time, he felt light - as if nothing of these things mattered.

Drinking really did something for him and it was clear why he tried to avoid so much on regular days hence a slightly drunk Mark was still as attractive as the latter but not at all princely as he is supposed to be. He was dancing with strangers, hitting on boys and girls, playing pranks and doing magic tricks. Good thing there were no paparazzi or sasaeng fans at the place or else he could say bye-bye to his royal disney character charms and hello old drunk guy reputation. Not to mention that he thought he was funny when he was drunk, making the lamest of the lamest puns and doing the worst out of the worst 'your mamma' jokes. Someone really should just put a stop sign on him.

Regardless, his hunt wasn't over when he saw Sunny, looking as gorgeous as ever - perhaps it was the drink but the other boy was really glowing on his eyes. Approaching him, slowly, a smirk playing on his lips, hair tossed back and his jacket hanging around his hips. "Most people like to watch the Olympics, because they only happen once every 4 years, but I'd rather talk to you cause the chance of meeting someone so special only happens once in a lifetime."  he said, voice lazy and groggy, as if he was partially drunk and partially tired. "Have you always been this cute, or did you have to work at it?"

@fmdxmyungsoo

No-one could see the dance floor, it's wall to wall people dancing to the club music. The music is all Electronic but people are dancing like it's jive, twisting, turning, holding hands as they change sides.The club is electric tonight, everyone feeding off of the smiles and fast dancing.He could go like this all night long, feet moving to the crazy beat like they belong to the music.

When the upbeat songs changes to a more slower one, Mark excuses himself from the partner he was dancing with to grab a drink or four at the bar and throughout the entropy that was happening in the dance floor, his eyes drifted towards someone, someone that hasn't danced even once that night, someone that had a bored look on it's pretty face. How dispiriting. A dance club was for most of the people a chance to loose all their worries, toss their morals aside and feel alive, but Myungsoo didn't seem to fall in any of the categories.

A inner voice of him, his inner voice of that damn desire to be the protagonist and rescue every little animal in the forest was yelling for him to do something and in little to no time, Mark was in front of the younger boy with a tall crystal glass filled with a red liquid."- I was going to drink this but I realized that it isn't alcoholic." He tossed a endearing smile towards the boy, sitting besides him even if he didn't asked Mark to do so."- I heard about the cast, must feel good to be back again, right? As a dancer myself I know how stressed I am when I'm not able to dance so congrats for being strong"