#fmdyuzu

eunah’s eyes slowly blinked open, the back of the seat in front of her, complete with its folded up little tray table, emerging in her vision. blurry, the rest of her surroundings gradually materialize around her, as her dry, itchy eyes finally adjust. she’s small, so she’s lucky -- the limited space on the plane doesn’t bother her much. she rolls her neck around, and silently examines yuzu, her partner for their almost fourteen hour flight. “are you comfortable?” she suddenly breaks the silence, soft voice cutting through the gentle whir of the air conditioning. 

duri had been rather excited about his new solo single. he was back to doing ballads, a genre that he became known for early on in his own solo career, before he did the mini album, chocolate, and the solo single, candy. he wrote and composed the song, which he always liked to be able to do because they’re two things that he really enjoys doing. others seemed to really like the song too, which make him feel a lot more proud of the work that he put out. ballads was probably one genre that he really, truly, belonged in, it seemed. 

he’s standing backstage, off in his own world. he was awaiting for the cue to go on stage, as one does. there was a lot happening around him, so he had watched the monitors and really just vibed to himself. he was sure that he would be called to be on stage soon, and for now, it was just a game of waiting. it was something he got used to, especially with being alone now with how often bc entertainment would send him off on his own.

the american dream had always seemed like bollocks to siwoo, and he had never had much interest in visiting or living in the country. of course he wasn’t going to actively oppose going, especially not when he hadn’t travelled outside of korea for a good many years, but he wasn’t enthusiastically starstruck at the destination. even less so with how hot he had heard it was in california. 

nevertheless, one could always ruin a trip for oneself by remaining sour and nitpicky about every little detail, and he wasn’t about to do just that. instead he had looked upon the offered choices for activities with much gusto and (admittedly) ended up deciding blindly by pulling random numbers. seemed the most interesting that way. a floral arrangement class might not have been his first choice, but it sounded interesting enough. there was just one thing he didn’t know whether was going to become a problem or not. or rather a person.

sehoon, out of the limelight

“It’s disgusting.” Shaking her head as she watches the scene unfold before her. “Absolutely disgusting.” Maya doesn’t necessarily consider herself a hater, she simply does not have enough fucks given. Not even in the matters of her best friend and from what it looks like the girl he is enamoured with. 

Nonetheless, as someone who doesn’t particularly care for public display of affection, having to witness such a scene is too much for her. Turning towards her fellow 7rophy member, Yuzu who happens to be standing beside her at the time while shaking her head. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for him. But I just don’t need to see such things. Especially in a pool party.”

one arm slung through one of yuzu’s, eunah idly twirls her microphone around with her free hand. she’s pretty tired today. june 20th. one month from today, her second solo mini-album comes out. even as the staff from the youtube channel they’re filming for mills around, eunah’s head is lost in the clouds, only brought back down to earth when a voice calls their five. she unlinks her arm from yuzu’s and smooths out her dress. it’s a cute off the shoulder thing -- she thinks it might be her favourite outfit from uh-oh promotions.

five minutes later, when they’re walking onto the white set, eunah scrunches her nose as she spots the prompter. “i should’ve been allowed to wear my glasses,” she mumbles. eunah takes a deep breath, steadying herself on her mark, and then turns to yuzu with a hopeful, one-sided smile. “i hope we get french. i took it for a couple of semesters before i left the states.” not that she was particularly good at it, but ... maybe she’d have a little bit of a leg up. it would be naive to think that they’d throw either of them a bone and give them english. “what are you hoping for?”