#fmdyena

at this point, sung felt no stranger to quick preparations for music releases. multiple times had it happened in his career that even before one era was over, the next was in the works. this usually wasn’t much of an issue, even if it was stressful, but to add onto their preparation period, they were meant to be filming self cams with other dimensions artists. given what had been assumed to be a rumor about himself, filming with a woman might not have been the best option. -or, maybe it was best to dispel by publicly being open with women. he couldn’t know, barely had ever trained for marketing.

what he did know was that with the small camera in hand, he’d taken yena to find better lighting. yet, when they found the right place, he stopped with a sharp intake of breath. “you look so pretty here, i- wait, stay right there. let me take a picture.” he set the camera down to pull out his phone and point it towards yena.

ever since duri became an idol, he seemingly cared a bit more about fashion. sure, there was care that he put into his outfits when he wasn’t an idol, but that was mainly high school and he would spend most of the time in his uniform anyways, since he didn’t have time to change before attending all those music lessons that he had. but, he also knows his fashion was rather embarrassing in high school nonetheless, considering it was the early 2000s, after all. but, he’s gotten better.

he finds himself at a department store, the beginning of summer, looking to add some go-to pieces for his summer wardrobe. truth be told, duri never put as much care into his summer wardrobe as he did the other seasons. he almost felt like he didn’t know how to dress for the summer and determined the other three seasons to be a lot easier to dress for. but, he really was trying his best, he promises.

the show was a while off yet. several models were still getting their clothes as well as their hair and makeup done. taejoo of course had figeted and squirmed the whole time. he was spectacularly bad at just sitting still. the makeup artists and hairstylist didn’t look very impressed but taejoo didn’t speak enough english for him to fully understand what they were saying to him. he could however see the slight annoyance on their faces.

when he was allowed free of the hair stylist’s chair taejoo quietly thanked the makeup artist before scurrying off to get out of their way. he wasn’t entirely sure where he was supposed to wait and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to really ask any of the staff members. he looked around hoping to spot any kind of familiar face.

the day was busy but she liked it. now that promotions had stopped, she could go back to focusing on her new album. it was a new direction but she had liked it so far. still, there was work to be done with gal.actic and she couldn't wait for the day to be over. they were back at the building and preparing for another recording. just inside the practic room but she was happy. it was the last thing they had to film today.

they were given a bit of time to relax while the staff set up. she was on her phone, only looking up when yena walked into the practice room. now they had to wait for everyone to arrive, along with getting touch ups. "how much longer will the other's take?" it was asked in a bored enough tone, even though it was obvious that she was ready for the day to be over.

usually, when changwon found himself in this sort of situation, it was after a phone call, or a text, or some other means of communication letting him know that he needed to pick yena up. it was what a lot of their relationship was centered around-- changwon would get a call, usually late into the night or early in the morning, and would come take a drunken yena home. he’d never been there to watch it happen personally, the slide from sobriety to drunkenness, and he’d never been on his way to drunk himself when it happened. tonight, though, was different.

changwon had sobered up quickly when he noticed yena, feeling like someone had poured cold water down his spine. she was clearly drunk, enough to be nearly stumbling, and changwon knew that, whether he wanted to or not, he would have to take care of her at some point. as he made his way through the crowd towards her, he figured it was better to do it now, rather than wait until things got chaotic.

“hey, noona,” changwon said once he reached her, placing a hand on her back to steady her and reaching the other out for her to hold. “it’s kinda late, huh? do you wanna head home?”

TW: Mention of alcohol, strong language

      Yi doesn’t get drunk often, not because he doesn’t have any friends because… that’s… definitely not the case. Yi would like to think that his reason for not getting drunk that much is because he’s smart enough to not use all of his money on alcohol and stupid things. Yi is a responsible man, he’s smart and he knows good enough to not get drunk too often, that and he’s always scared that when he becomes drunk there will happen a repetition of the one time where he got drunk and stole a bike and woke up on a beach.

      Yet here he is, at a little bar, drinking while being a responsible adult that knows when to stop drinking. Thus when his head starting feeling a little heavy and the world seemed a little… not so realistic and not world-ish, he decides maybe it was time to call a taxi and go home. Well that was his intention until someone spilled their drink on him, he was completely fine with that, not like he loved this shirt. But after they had spilled their drink on him they also pushed his hand so he his phone accidentally slipped out of his hand, while bending down to pick it up he definitely could feel anger rise, but it was fine, it was just an accident. When finally up again he saw a familiar face, Yena? From Gal.Actic? That was unexpe—

      She fell.

      She fell, pushing them down. Now listen, she didn’t only spill her drink on his not favorite shirt, she also made him drop his phone and then she falls on him?? Being an idol isn’t even that fun maybe he really should just say fuck it all and go to jail—

      NO—

      Calm down. Yi looks at the female, he’s not angry at her, she must be drunk, and he’s drunk too, maybe all of the things that happened weren’t even entirely her fault, but also his? … “Are you okay?”