Minho turned from where he stood in the middle of the garden, blinking slowly as he took in the words Moonsik spoke. An alibi? He turned back to the strawberries in his basket, watching as they rolled back and forth. The chubby little hamster in a hamster wheel that was Minho's brain was napping, leading to a slow molasses-like thought process. Were they being sneaky? Alibis were for sneaky business, like when he and Hyeon pranked Danny or Dohwa or Subin. Especially Danny, who was the most fun to prank because he always was so cute when they pranked him!

"Are we being sneaky, hyungie?"

He grabbed one of the strawberries in his basket, biting into it happily. It was sweet, at peak berry season. He swallowed the rest of the strawberry in a second bite, sucking off the bright red juice from his pointer finger and thumb before glancing back at Moonsik.

"Mmmm we can tell the manager hyungs we were being nutritious. Strawberries are nutritious."

They also reminded Minho of Moonsik, which is why he suggested coming together. Pretty, pretty Moonsikkie hyungie. He didn't have the bright red hair anymore, but it was still one of Minho's favorite colors on him. He looked cute, cute, cute, like a little strawberry.

Minho grabbed another strawberry from his basket, offering it to Moonsik. It was a pretty strawberry too, a deep red and perfectly heart shaped. Pretty, pretty, just like his hyung.

Everyday was filled with new experiences.

Minho definitely believed that. Each day when the sun woke up from its nap and climbed up the stairs into the sky, it made sure everyone would experience something totally brand new. Right now, holding Eunbyul's wrist and staring up at the tall, tall, tall rollercoaster in front of them, Minho thought he might even reach the sun in the sky with how tall that mountain was.

He had invited Eunbyul out as a gift right before she went off to shoot for her new competition group. It would be fun to go to Lotte World! It was one of the most magical places on Earth, right next to the haunted cabinet in Yuseong Entertainment's fourth floor and any Etoile fan event. He glanced down at Eunbyul and looked back at the roller coaster.

It wasn't a new feeling at all. He had definitely done this before. But it was nice for Eunbyul to check in with him!

Jang Minho was the very picture of upset. Soft mouth set into a pout, arms crossed over his chest, crinkling the crisp white uniform button down he had to wear for his previous scene, and feet making tiny stomps. He peeked up at the Chorong, the older idol also still dressed in her set outfit. She looked pretty, but Chorong was always pretty. Minho felt a little bit bad for being such a rain cloud when the sun was shining and Chorong looked so nice and concerned. But he was upset! He sniffled up at Chorong, grabbing onto one of her hands as he pouted.

"Noona," he whined, eyes going big and wet and pleading. "my cabbages!"

It had been such a good day today. The weather was pretty, he got to go to filming and spend time with some of the best and nicest people ever. It was so so so so good! And then he decided to stop by his house before filming and!!!

Minho-yah, I'm sorry, but the gardeners said they had gone bad. Eomma will buy you new ones, hm? It'll be as if nothing happened next time you visit.

His cabbages had died! And no one had told him! He had to find out by himself by bursting into the gardens right as the gardeners were throwing out his poor, poor baby cabbages into the bin.

“that’s the beauty of life, isn’t it?”

geon lives his life surrounded by fog: even when he thinks he knows where he’s going next, he never really does. last-minute turns, missed exits, new paths forged along the way. silently, he wonders what ‘course’ sia might be referring to—what with all of his daily uncertainty, he can’t say that it’s a word he’s ever used in such context.

his hands come together and he cracks his knuckles while he thinks, pushing the thought around in his mind. he still can’t quite grasp what she means, why she’s thinking it. maybe he’s just too tired. “that’s what happened when you signed your first contract, though. the course of your life, changing before your eyes. but surely it happens more often than that, too, you know. even the smallest stone creates a ripple, or whatever that saying is.”