Ariesfmd:

ariesfmd:

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areya wasn’t even allowed to smoke or do anything cool like that while on his lithium. that stuff wasn’t even fun to play with. carbatrol, epitol, equetro, tegretol, what’s the difference? seungmin could try the stuff out if he wanted, but this week, areya wasn’t dealing with it.

he’d reunite with the bottles later on. for knight. for his job. for his plush and luxurious lifestyle. to keep the mania at bay.

hence why he was waiting for seungmin in some park with a backpack full of medication and a lot of money. “[they] were going to have fun tonight,” his sunbae had said. a way to kick off the year. a day where they weren’t busy.

why is he running so late? he needs to hurry up.

‘it’s cold. it’s seriously cold outside right now. my head hurts.’

He learned how to drive as son as he possibly could. The cars hes bought are like symbols of freedom, they protect him in a barrier of metal and plastic and with them he can runaway from the routine of his life. Unfortunately, it can only be temporary.

Once at the park he keeps the Mercedes running. The radio is shut off, and he turns headlights off too, just for the moment. Without the moon the sky becomes completely dark, yet the florescence of the cityscape lights the world with a radioactive glow. Seoul is never quiet, it only feels like it is. There’s no one else in the park beside the figure on the bench, and for a moment he enjoys the false sense of stillness.

When the snow drifts onto his windshield, it melts on contact.

This city is numbing to the mind and he has only so many outlets. Company isn’t one that he seeks out often, but he likes Areya because he reminds him of himself. Except Areya is a star, like a supergiant among dwarfs, and he is more like a volcano or the pools of tar. Maybe he should feel bad for corrupting him more than he already is. But he is selfish, and lonely, and in the end he doesn’t particularly care what happens.

Without realizing it he stepped out of the car. The designer, pitch black coat kept him warm, although his breath leaves his body as clouds of mist. It reaches his ankles, and the tufts of fur brushes against his cheeks. He opens the passenger door and leans against it, stares in Areya’s direction, and smiles.

“Areya,” he begins, calling out to him “get in before you freeze.” Seungmin thinks of apologizing for making him wait, but the thought falls away. “You dressed well” he adds instead, considering him. The people they were going to meet are no good, but they should accept Areya well. Besides, at a club, everyone looks a little different; a little more otherworldly, and he was curious on how his dongsaeng would fair.

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fmdhyojoon:

hunter + @fmdseungmin

Hunter could be professional. He was more than capable of not allowing his personal feelings to get in the way of his work life, which was a given. He’d been in the industry long enough to know how to set aside any particularly nasty feelings or opinions he had towards someone else in order to get his job done. Everyone should know how to do that. Now if only Hunter wanted to do that, then things would go a lot more smoothly. 

Unfortunately Hunter didn’t want to be professional. He didn’t want to put aside his feelings and work towards something that would benefit both him and his group - not if it meant that he had to work with Seungmin. Back in the day he would have jumped at the chance. He thought that the other male was a very talented dancer and the two of them had gotten along rather well when they first met, and they became friends. That all changed a few months later when Seungmin turned on him at what seemed like the drop of a hat. He wasn’t sure what had happened between them, but Hunter didn’t plan on finding out. 

“I’m not working with him.” He refused to look in Seungmin’s direction as he stared at his own manager, shaking his head. “You can find someone else, anybody else, but I’m not staying in the same room as him for longer than five minutes, let alone sharing a stage with him. I refuse.”

As it turns out his attitude change didn’t only free him of potential betrayals and headaches, it also brought with it a myriad of new problems. Hunter refusing to work with him is the latest, but the man’s hissyfit hardly calls for concern. Like when he throws a tantrum until his company puts its iron feet down on him, he assumes Hunter will soon meet a similar fate. 

Seungmin kept his face forward into his compact mirror as he finished resealing a veneer of creams and powders that could make his skin looks baby-fresh on even low-definition television. He thought back to the days where Hunter was still his friend, and how he always had a knack for making him laugh until his stomach cramped when they were supposed to be practicing. Not that it mattered, because with Hunter and his passions combined they were able to deliver a killer performance no matter the amount of distracts that came to pass the time. 

“Can’t you be a little less dramatic?” he asked, or rather, complained. Seungmin snapped the mirror shut and looked over to Hunter who, of course, lives to be as flawlessly handsome as ever. Seriously, where did he get that face? “If you don’t want the spot then just leave. My company can find someone else to compliment me just as well” fuck, he kind of wants to hit himself in the face for that one, but stands his ground nonetheless.

durifmd:

           normally, duri would have stopped for the fans that were waiting outside; just to get some sort of glimpse. but, because he had to get inside to get to rehearsals, he couldn’t and was sure to tell them such, as well as to tell them not to be outside for long because of the cold. he was just happy to see that people were anticipating a comeback from them, as well as generally excited for it. 

it looked as if duri was a pup that was excited to get the ball as he made his way down the hallway towards the other. he wasn’t exactly sure where all his energy had come from; it was most likely from coffee considering the time he woke up that morning. “ah, seungmin, it’s going to be a lot of fun, promise.” he states, giving another smile. 

duri chuckled a tad bit, shaking his head. “don’t worry! i’m a workaholic, so i’m always practicing. all the rust is gone,” he says with a rather happy smile, before he’s off to go into the rehearsal studio. 

As expected, Duri’s completely optimistic about their upcoming album and promotions, whereas he still felt a creeping sense of dread. BC knows no mercy with their scheduling, although it’s guaranteed that they’ll get the most out of their promotions at the cost of their own blood, sweat and tears. Five years ago he’d face the comeback head-on but now, well, he thought he’d rather be in his room. 

“Yeah you are” Seungmin agreed, recalling all the hundreds of nights he caught Duri overworking himself, oftentimes with him joining. More than a year has passed since their last promotions, and it almost felt strange to be walking with Duri to the practice room again. 

“Did you greet the fans?” he asked as they walked inside. He had no reason for asking other than to keep the quiet at bay, but now that he mentioned them he began to realize how monotonous their lives as idols really started to feel. Hell, hearing fans cheer used to eclipse coffee as an energizer, yet here he is, trying to get as much caffeine in him as possible just to wake up.

DECIPHER “Tell Me” Official MV

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