#nonintegrity

jules is in a rush to get to her changing room because she was running late. an unusual feat for her, but here she was, zig zagging around the empty corridors of the venue. they were only gathering for rehersals and while she still had a solid half an hour to get there, she knew she would be wanted earlier for god know what stupid thing midas music wanted her. it always went like that, something small would get blown out of proportion and the group would go through a shock. the usual. so jules wants to be there earlier than everyone if possible to be able to calmly observe the situation. however, as her thoughts are running with her, she turns the corner and bumps into someone, enough to cause her to stumble back, like a complete idiot and fall on her ass.

"fuck me.." jules hisses under her breath, wrist in a sudden wave of pain as she somehow managed to use her arm behind her so she doesn't completely topple over. who did she even bump into? she gathers enough courage to look up, the lights beaming down at her don't help much but she sees - daehyun. jules scrambles, lightly put pancked up on her feet, not bothered to dust herself off or check if she had dropped anything. "i'm so sorry-" she starts, already bowing bellow ninety degrees because she really was sorry about it "i didn't see you behind the corner, i am so sorry!" despite having been a trainee for seven years under midas music, she still knew how to respect her seniors and elders.

where should she even begin?

with the amount of hate comments girl code had been bombarded by, it seemed almost impossible to really pinpoint one that hurt the most. while jiho truly tried her best not to let the comments get to her, the pure number of them made them hard to miss.

nevertheless, she put on a soft smile for the cameras because the last thing she wanted was for the haters to feel like they were winning. "i try not to let hate comments get to me," she began, although it almost felt like she was lying through her teeth.

rumors are easy to come across when they’re coming from someone inside of the circle, easier to believe when it’s witnessed for oneself. the walls of midas speak much of their soloists──at least, nothing that yesung wouldn’t have heard already about them. sometimes the higher-ups talk too much, that it makes yesung’s jaw tick a certain way whenever the subject of their conversation pops up in front of him out of nowhere.

it’s a consequence of yesung’s own doing; choosing to be holed up in the confines of a studio room over being social with co-workers and whatnot lest it’s required, or necessary that he’s lost the ability to be communicative. the younger him may have been able to reach out more often as a social butterfly than the current him can──but it’s difficult to find that side of oneself; believing it to have passed somewhere along the way to becoming an idol and debuting. there are, admittedly, only a few things that the phaze leader has heard of that has to do with park daehyun. thus, when yesung’s met with a back turned on him ﹠ the tread of footsteps that follow after other’s, all he can do is contribute to the silence that permeates the air.