#wstaeyang

 Subin didn’t exactly have a detailed direction that he wanted to go in life. All he knew is that he wanted to be well-off and well known. Based on what he knew when being surrounded by teenage girls in high school, members of boy groups had the best chance of becoming popular and successful. This desire is what made the daily vocal and dance practices easier to endure. The only thing he hated was having to share the training room with multiple people at once. They were always laughing too loudly, having a good time, or being annoying. And, wouldn’t you know it, more trainees were starting to file in. Using the mirror to get a good look at them, Subin found himself silently judging everything about them. Wow, you must be talented if you got into the company with that face?

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"we were, weren't we?" kiha agrees with a heavy sigh, even though he's almost sure that six months is a little bit of a stretch. he's sure that they've eaten lunch together during the last six months. it was impossible not to, right? after all they were in the same group, shared a dorm and a couple of times even shared the studio, making songs for phoenix together or any other side project that could be in the making too. unless— well, unless taeyang was talking about just the two of them and maybe not as something as an afterthought after they spent the day locked up in a studio trying to have something by the end of the day. because then, he might be right.

the main vocalist takes a quick look at the clock on his laptop even though he's almost that if taeyang is bringing it up now then it means that the other is actually asking him dor lunch now so it should be about time they could at least grab a quick meal and he's right.

kiha almost sighs again when his eyes also end up falling for a moment in the file with some work in progress that he was thinking to finish and maybe let them for a solo project whenever ceo yoo lets him have the opportunity — something that seemed a little more touchable considering that even jaein and moonsik already had a solo ep in their name — and he thinks for a brief moment to ask taeyang for a second opinion, something that he has done probably a little too often at this point and for once kiha actually feels bad about it, feels like whenever he talks to taeyang it feels like he has been talking too much about himself and not so much about the other, so he puts that thought aside.

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kiha is still laughing more out of nerves than anything when taeyang is saying something about not trying to kiss him. although he should be expecting that some accident like this would happen sooner or later while they're fooling around with some pocki, he never imagined that taeyang of all the people would end up being the one that he'd be doing a vlive with and with whom he'd be stuck with in this game just to appease the rubies. he just wanted to show his support for his role in true beauty and that's why he asked if he could show up on his stream for a bit. his plan was to leave soon after but then rubies were going crazy asking him to stay for a bit longer, to see some interaction between the two and kiha has always been a little too weak to say no and taeyang didn't seem to mind.

even when kiha said that they should do the pocki game for the laughs, he wasn't expecting that this accident could happen anyway.

"of course you weren't." so kiha laughs nervously because he doesn't know what else to do. he can almost see their fans going wild on the chat. at least he's almost sure that their lips didn't touch anyway. he ruffles the rapper's hair, a quiet way to tell him that it's fine, that no harm was done. and then he turns to the phone that is holding the stream, glaring playfully at it like he's glaring to their fans. "this was all planned by you, wasn't it, rubies?" after all, why else they'd suggest for them to play the pocki game, and then he shows the small piece of the sweet treat to their audience.

with a click of her tongue, she reached over to once again snatch the cigarette from taeyang's hands before throwing it into the trash bin besides them. there was nobody around to see seeing that it was a secluded part behind the yuseong entertainment building, but that didn't mean it was appropriate.

"i'm not a buzzkill. i'm just following rules," she says before pointing at the sign that says no smoking right behind them. yurim could care less about the male's smoking habits or even the fact that he smoked, but she wasn't going to have to deal with it when she was out here trying to take a break herself. the smell of cigarettes were never pleasant to her, and the last thing she needed right now was an even bigger headache.

so maybe kiha is a mess, so what? he fought with his best friend — he even has a bruise on his arm as physical evidence and on top of that he thinks that he'll never forget how his hand stung after slapping him in the face in an awful and poorly executed attempt to snap miles out of whatever mindset he was drowning himself in that moment —, he's allowed to be messy the same way he's allowed to drown himself into pouring those feelings into music until he's empty of those again; the same way he's allowed to be drowning himself into sad and full of heartbreak ballads because that's what his feelings are about.

but maybe he's straining a little taeyang's good will when he sits the other down to listen to his awful pieces that don't even sound like something that kiha would compose, not with how messy they are — or maybe this is just kiha getting too much into his own head, projecting his feelings about his own feelings to the songs — and he knows he could do a better job with them, could refine them into something at least worth of being kept away to submit to yuseong for another phoenix comeback or anything of that sort, and that's exactly why he's here now, straining the lead rapper's good will and sitting him down to listen to yet another sad ballad that kiha has composed and produced.

he knows taeyang, even if he's nice, will be honest about his opinions and will tell kiha if he should just throw this song in the trashcan to never be heard again or if there's some potential in it — and maybe because kiha also likes the company, maybe because kiha doesn't want to be left alone.

"so." he pauses the file when the song ends, leans back into the chair he's sitting on and trying to keep more of a neutral expression instead of the displeased one he actually wants to make. he hates the song almost as much as he hates how many times he had to stop singing and making another take because he started crying in the middle of recording. "what do you think? please, be honest, i already hate it anyway."

It began with the arrival of her first pay day. Hard to believe such a thing was possible. Her first thought was to spend it on something to fill her stomach. Even better if she shared the occasion with a friend.

Chorong wanted to get closer to Taeyang. For some reason. Be it her close proximity to the other Phoenix members or another she couldn’t quite grasp yet. He was, at least, someone she knew who would agree to attending a makeshift feast without hesitation. The excuse she often used to urge him on was that he was still a growing boy; despite already being well into his twenties. She approached their meeting place with hands clasped tightly to her front. 

It was then the seeds of doubt started digging into the soil of her brain. What if he had other, better things to do? What if he found her annoying? Asking someone out forthright would have been easier than this. She had to question what it was about pursuing friendships that made her so nervous. Perhaps she feared the worst far too often. But alas. If she couldn’t spend the precious off time with her underwhelming family, spending it with others she wanted to get to know to was much better.

It was already difficult for a girl so introverted she detested setting foot outside for more than two hours. Perhaps the other could push her past her limit, keep her spirits up. She was already succeeding by taking the lead.

The smile on Chorong’s face grew so large that her cheeks sunk upward into her eyes, the bottom rims of her glasses pressing up against them. ( Fake it till you make it. She remembered hearing that somewhere. )

     she’d prefer it if she could have the week off, suppressed despondency leaking from her tired frame. hues more dulled than the day before, and the day before even that. she’s holding onto a pack of water bottles, a spare coat hanging from the crook of her arm, whilst the other lugged around a binder, trailing slowly behind the idol she was assigned. his schedule was getting all the more busy, with comebacks and fan meets, numerous other promotions scattered in between and she found herself being his shadow the last week or so. 

     it wasn’t long since her last encounter with someone that made her feel a little uneasy having set foot into the elevator with taeyang. her hues spark a certain sense of disquietude, her fingers are quick to curl around the binder pressed against her torso, the coat tucked snuggly in between the clamouring of her manicured nails against the plastic surface of the binder. and as soon as the doors slid open, she let out a subtle sigh from sanguine tinted lips, turning back to the other, “i have a copy of your schedule here, if you need it.” she offers with the slightest tug of her corners. she’s hoping to mask the sudden drop of her smiley persona well, she didn’t want her personal life interfering with work. how unprofessional. 

     he feels the sudden rumbling of his stomach, choosing to uncap the flask shoved inside the front pocket of his hoodie, “we should go eat something.” turning to the other, as he spills the scolding hot water into his throat, feeling the burn for a moment, pulling back in a choke. was it odd that he felt kind of soothed afterwards? having forgotten he had replaced all his cold drinks, something about being good for your digestion. capping the flask again, hacking up the surprise that burnt a hole in his throat, luckily the black attire that clung to his frame masked the damage. the back of hand coming to wipe at his corners, “... shit.” he huffs under his breath. 

     he regains his posture, a hand moving to tug the front of his hoodie forward, rolling his shoulders back as he flicks the remained of the water off his clothes. “i almost fucking died there.” his brows furrowing slightly, nothing too serious. “anyway, fried chicken?” the glisten in his dulled hues almost too overwhelming, as his gaze moves to meet with taeyang’s. crescent’s schedule has been a lot more lax now that promotions had ended and he was onto reading fan mail for the next twenty years of his life. considering how much he has tried to interact more with fans online, it doesn’t stop the amount of letters that come in — much to his indolences. only because he was half blind and detested wearing his glasses, ones that he had misplaced so many times that at this point, he has come to terms with his tunnel vision.