#fmdwooseung

Tora drinking by herself in a nightclub is a disaster waiting to happen. She completely forgot to message her members or Benjy to let them know that she was out, but she wasn’t phased in the slightest, her eyes perving on the people dancing on the floor.

Taking another shot of tequila, she stood up as glided onto the floor, her hips swaying seductively to the music. It was a while since she danced in a club, and the amount of more drunk people was surprising. She stepped back quickly and turned as a group bumped into her, making Tora knock into someone else. She must say however; this guy was firm.

“Sorry... Hey, nice chest.” She grazed her fingertips along the shirt of the male who was sort of her saving grace from sprawling over the nightclub’s floor. He looked familiar but she couldn’t put her finger on it.... but he was hot.

@fmdwooseung​

Xinhei doesn’t need to impress people, he’s impressing just by being himself (or at least he thinks so himself), still he had gone out of his way to impress this someone, a friend of his; Wooseung. It hadn’t been long since Xinhei had moved out of Impulse’s dorm, yet he still misses living in the dorm like never, and even though his whole family had helped him a lot with paying for this house, he was still proud about getting it. Despite it being quite far from Seoul, this was a lovely home and he loved it, he made sure to clean it, and clean it the right way, no way he wanted it to look ugly this soon.

Never, or at least close to never, Xinhei wants to impress others, he doesn’t feel the need to, perhaps it’s because he’s too self-centered and either doesn’t care about what people think or because he believes that everybody already loves him. This time however, the first time in a long time he had decided to impress this one guy, showing off his cooking skills. While Xinhei lived in Impulse’s dorm he cooked a lot, and if he said it himself then he’s a rather good cook.

lost in his thoughts, the boy took some extra time to realize he didn’t quite know the place as well as he expected. he had wanted to head towards the studios and yet he found himself in the practice room floor. joohwan chose to look around, anyway, especially after he listened to the faint sound of music blasting through one of the closed doors. he peeked through glass window and was met with someone he had seen glimpses of the past couple of years but hadn’t spoken to in a long time. he felt his eyes narrowing and he pushed the door open without knocking first. “aish, are you still trying to learn how to dance? i thought you realized you sucked years ago.”

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