#postelude

“Whoa whoa whoa!” The older male held both of his hands in surrender while taking a few steps back from the female only far enough to be out of her reach. “I didn’t say you were cute. I said you looked cute. There’s a difference, Suji-sshi.” He retorted, slowly dropping his arms from lifting them and taking a few steps forward back to his original stance, his features soft and genial though the slightly taunting tone of his voice was a contrast. “First time in ages we meet and you already want to resort to violence. Aigoo … ”

You know that one song you played for me before?...Can you play it again? [’her legs swing lightly as she tugs on one of your hands, guiding it to the keys of the piano.] I wanna listen to it one more time.

“Yah Byun Baekhyun!” The older male yelled out, paired with what seems to be a laughter of disbelief, conflicted between being amused or being intimidated. “As much as I think bacon is delicious, I guess this so called curse won’t affect me too much being the health nut that I am. Come on, saeng. Don’t get too beat up by a Mario Kart loss. Wanna have a go again? I’ll take it easy on you this time.” Donghyun jested with a mischievous snicker as he started to grab hold of his controller again, ready to start another round of the game.

"Ugh!” Throwing the controller aside, Baekhyun slumped back on his seat. The sore loser that he is groaning and whining at the game he had failed to win yet again. “Ah, I don’t know!” He had had enough. Being defeated once is not a peeve but being defeated again and again -- now, that’s a different story. He lightly threw a pillow at the older male’s figure, the mischief in his face seemed to get on his already-loaded nerves. “Seriously, hyung? How about no -- I’m not playing that just to lose all over again, nope.”

Star Night Theatre: If life was viewed as a theatre stage, what role would you play?

angsty sentence starters. | ( verse: general )

Hyunseong’s head shoots up in surprise. This was the lastthing he’d expect to hear from the leader’s mouth. He runs his hand through hishair then rests it on the nape of his neck, rubbing it slightly. He glances atthe man with hesitant eyes, unsure of how to respond. It wasn’t entirelyDonghyun’s fault to begin with, it was his. He was the one who messed up duringpractice and Donghyun merely scolded him. It stung, it really did, but it was him who overreacted and lashed out atthe elder. He’s the one who startedto give the man the cold shoulder. He’s theone that started treating the man a bit harsher than usual. It was him, not Donghyun.

Sure he’s been stressed from the constant practicing and preparationsfor the next comeback and upcoming concerts, but it didn’t give him the optionto treat Donghyun like this. He’s not the only one tired and stressed, Donghyunis too. He has his duties as a leader to attend to, he has to take care forfive other people, he’s practicing twice as hard now that their popularity hasincreased and he’s been composing late into the night with Jeongmin. He does alot for them and Hyunseong takes it for granted. There were too many things hedidn’t take into consideration and there’s no reason for the elder to feel theneed to apologize or fix anything.

There isn’t any reason at all.