#wcvensouls

the music from the afterparty was loud enough to rattle mingyu's chest, but it wasn't the bass that made him restless --- it was her. he watched as gaeun laughed at something jongin had said, and felt the familiar twist in his stomach. he hated that part, the comparision he couldn't stop making. jongin was bright, effortless, the kind of person people naturally gravitated toward. and him? he was always the shadow in the corner, music still humming hin his veins from the stage, but unable that into words when it mattered most. he leaned against the wall, nursing a half warm drink, trying to steady the thoughts that kept colliding. every time he looked at gaun, she seemed to burn a little brighter, like she belonged in motion, in laughter, in the center of everything. he wondered what someone like her would ever want with someone like him. still, he couldn't shake the pull. taking a breath, mingyu pushed himself off the wall, forcing his steps toward her. when she finally turned and their eyes met, the words caught in his throat, but he managed, soft and a bit awkward: ❛ hey, you wanna get some air? it's too loud in here. ❜ it wasn't much, but it was a start.

 ❛  is  it  normal  to  forget  which  vacation  house  you  left  your  favorite  shoes  in  ?  no  ?  just  me  ?  ❜

"  so,  where's  the  location  tonight  ?  "  dahee  asks,  sliding  camera  equipment  into  the  oversized  bag  they  always  hauled  around  for  these  so-called  '  missions  ',  the  kind  of  smile  on  her  lips  that  hinted  at  anticipation.  

            " it's four in the morning, what could you possibly want at this time ? " the male groans as he sits up from the bed, phone pressed against his ear.

it's no angel at all. it's oliver. instinctively he tries to hide his face, but the slightest movement sends a fresh pulse of agony through his body. "no, no, no," solum moans. "y-you weren't supposed to see me. you can't see me like this."

sitting in silence as the night was falling upon him, enjoying being alone outside or that's what he thinks he is. until there was a sound coming behind him, feet back on ground as he comes to turn his torso and look behind him, only to see a female approaching. ❛ can i .. help you? ❜

" your best friend is tempting me to drop him directly out the window . " surly little pout darkens features , voice nasally and congested , expression displeased to say the least . nose and cheeks are angry red , evidence of a sneeze attack , and clothes seemed to have turned fuzzy and white . " seriously , how does he produce so much fur all the time !? "

“ no  talking  stage.  mutual  obsession  and  you  see  god  in  my  eyes  or  nothing. ”