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as  odd  as  it  may  have  been...  this  was  the  moment  haru  had  been  waiting  for.

haru's  sole  intention  was  to  find  a  quiet  place  where  he  could  leisurely  kill  some  time  before  his  next  engagement,  and  the  appeal  of  a  studio  was  its  soundproof  walls  that  not  only  kept  sound  from  leaking  out,  but  also  prevented  noise  from  infiltrating  in.  with  that  goal  in  mind,  he  opened  the  door  to  one  of  the  studios  in  the  building  that  he  thought  was  free  from  the  outside,  but  happened  to  already  have  an  occupant.

if  said  occupant  had  been  anyone  else,  haru  would  have  simply  given  a  quiet  apology  for  the  intrusion  and  moved  on  to  the  next  seemingly  available  studio.  however,  once  he  recognised  who  the  other  party  in  this  particular  studio  with  him  now  was,  a  tight  knot  seemed  to  have  dropped  itself  into  his  stomach  and  his  heart  went  thump,  thump,  thump.

unaccustomed  to  the  degree  of  his  reaction  towards  riyan's  presence  (though  he  had  certainly  experienced  it  already  in  the  past),  there  was  no  way  for  haru  to  have  known  that  he  was  able  to  expertly  hide  from  appearing  in  his  expression  the  budding  nerves  forming  within.

with  a  gentle  smile  that  masked  the  simmering  anxiety  beneath  the  surface,  haru  fully  stepped  in  and  walked  over  to  greet  the  younger  male  in  smooth,  albeit  noticeably  accented  korean.  "you're  riyan,  right?  moon  riyan,  was  it?  i  apologise  if  i  come  off  as  rude,  i'm  still  not  the  most  confident  in  my  korean."

the  truth  of  the  matter  was  far  from  what  he  implied.  haru  was  far  too  concerned  with  sounding  rude  that  he  knew  with  absolute  certainty  that  there  was  not  a  single  lapse  in  his  tone  of  formality.  he  came  to  learn  previously  that  riyan  was  about  three  years  younger  than  him,  yet  haru  chose  to  speak  to  him  under  the  impression  that  riyan  may  have  seniority  over  him  in  some  capacities.  he  thought  there  was  no  harm  in  trying  to  get  into  riyan's  good  graces—added  with  how  haru  lacked  the  wherewithal  to  assert  any  semblance  of  superiority  for  the  sake  of  pride  alone  to  begin  with.

written for 𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ( @hdriyan ) ♡

The villa smelled like new money and chlorine.

Seungho barely had time to peel his hoodie off before a camera operator swung around the corner like they were chasing an Oscar. He gave a slight nod, polite, camera-friendly, and stepped into their living room like he belonged there. He didn't. Not really. Not yet. But faking it? That, he could do.

Los Angeles air had this weird kind of weightlessness to it. The kind that made you forget how heavy the next few weeks were about to be. Trainee showcase. Challenges. Everything on steroids. He dropped his bag by the couch and clocked the other arrivals in quick glances. Everyone looked either jetlagged or desperate not to show it. He could respect that.

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the waves were big and cold against the coast. they broke hard against the rocks, white and sharp. so, naturally, kentaro (not a great swimmer) held on to the camcorder in his hand for dear life. it was black and plastic and it felt like a shield. when the staff asked who wanted to film, he snatched it. he did not want to be seen; he wanted to see. through the lens, the world was different, it was quiet. riyan stood by the water, and he looked like a weird fairy dream that was too vivid to be real. kentaro smirks, 'tsk such a pretty boy.' today had been a lot. streets were crowded and loud, they walked like ghosts being chased by a thousand eyes. it was a shopping date for the cameras, but the pressure of the crowd was a lot, crushing and sweet. it was the price of the comeback not promised. it was the cost of being near the sun.

the DJ drops something filthy. the sort of bassline that feels like someone's kicking the back of your teeth, and minah is already in the thick of it, centre of the dance floor, hair stuck to her lip gloss and absolutely thriving. she's dancing alone, all limbs, eyeliner, and questionable morals, and she looks like she's been summoned here by a disco-loving god from the '80s. she's twirling and twirling, she nearly eats the floor, and both screams-laughs like a banshee on annual leave.

around her, people are definitely whispering: "isn't she in a girl group? / please no; surely not, idols don't dance like that..."

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