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son arin; — ai(r), main vocal of element; my element air. "who you are is irrelevant; what matters is who people want to r e m e m b e r." krp account

[fmdar-blog1]

hello. im popping in just to say that i havent died. i seemed to have lost my muse :/ same was going on for kian honestly lol i feel like ive reached this slump where i cant develop my characters in this kind of setting anymore. i’ll get to replies, but v lil by lil. worst case scenario, i’ll have to let this fc free for the mun who would portray her better & let the character develop further.

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reach high. arin&kangjun

[fmdkangjun-blog]

it was a day before kangjun was going to leave for seoul.

frankly, he didn’t know what he was feeling at that moment. it couldn’t be pinpointed to an exact feeling, per say, but rather a violent mix of emotions swirling within kangjun’s chest. on one hand there was the pure excitement of going to seoul — seoul! the big city! all by himself! he’d just turned thirteen a few days ago, and now it felt like he was about to conquer the adult world, rock the world by storm, ragged backpack in hand and luggage that kangjun’s grandmother had helped pack for him in the other. 

but in the other there was fear. the dread, the terror, the consternation of the future. what was kangjun going to do when he went to seoul, away from the safe haven that was busan, the only place that he’d known his entire life? in busan kangjun knew almost all the kids around his age, having grown up with them, fallen down, gotten scabbed knees and learnt how to swim in the gentle shores of haeundae beach. kangjun’d had heard from a transfer student in his elementary school that seoul kids were scary. what if they were mean to kangjun? kangjun didn’t know anyone there; he didn’t have any friends or any family, for that matter. what if they mocked him for his accent? or what if training was tough and the instructors picked on kangjun? what if they told him maybe he wasn’t meant to be an idol after all, and the calculative-looking lady who had passed kangjun bc entertainment’s namecard had been wrong after all? 

yeah, kangjun was feeling mixed emotions, all right. so when he spotted the doorknob of his house turning, and heard his grandmother greeting arin with the usual “hey there, sweetheart!” kangjun’s heart fell slightly. how many times had the two of them been in this scenario? (almost every day, after school, for the past seven years, since the pair had met on the first day of elementary school, to be exact.) and now this day would be the last. kangjun hears arin sigh, and instinctively, he repeats her action. the two of them stare at each other’s feet for a while, and kangjun lets her question drift in the air for a while before he finally replies with a single, hesitant, “yeah.”

the mood between the two of them has never been this solemn before. (it’d always been fun and games for the two of them, laughter and joking always present. already this was a new experience for kangjun.) “aren’t you supposed to be excited for me? i’ll come back a superstar, arin! and then everyone’ll know my name and you’ll get to brag about knowing an idol.” kangjun muses, a small attempt at lightening the situation. (it didn’t really work, anyone could tell his tone was strained and his smile forced.)

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kangjun was young. so was arin. there was this way his hair looked so dense that turned him into a comical animated child, like he wore a black helmet. his legs were short (at least, that was how arin saw him right now), barely touching the floor, with his animated luggage open with long sleeves dangling on the edge. they were like various colors of snakes lazily sprawled there. her trusted pair of black converse was clean; her grandmother bought it for her the other day. “yeah, i doubt it. you look like a fetus, dude. you might be popular, but because you look like you never grow up. and not in the good way,”

shifting closer to the luggage, arin tucked the sleeves in. arin looked at kangjun. she’ll miss him. she’ll miss his dumbass, and the moments where his logic was doubtful. she’ll miss the comforts of his room, the harmonies of their youth. it wouldn’t be so bad, right? having a famous friend was good, right?

“do you think we’ll be able to keep in touch? you know, since you’ll be famous and all,” the last words arin said with a mocking tone. she didn’t doubt kangjun. he’s great. arin was certain the country will know him for his talents. and looks. 

( but kangjun knowing of arin’s bursting admiration was futile. )

“are you done packing?” arin knew the answer. the mess of his room and the disarray of clothes was the bold answer to her face. nonetheless, she hoped kangjun said otherwise. “i want to... don’t you want to see the beach? for the last time. since you know,” arin was barely bashful. talking about feelings made the gravel just outside kangjun’s house ideal to bury her red face. “i doubt there are good beaches—busan beaches—in seoul. we won’t want you to lack of childhood stories now, do we?”

[moomoocentral]

[fmdxvivi-deactivated20180606]

well shit, they’re related!

@fmdar

[fmdar-blog1]

wrong signals & signs. ( open )

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fmdjiyeon:

“eonni,” jiyeon stated coolly, offering her an apprehensive glance. she lifted her hand to halt the actions, but once the delicate fingers came in contact with arin’s, a blush crept to her cheeks and she forced her hand down. “you know why i wear this.” and that’s about the only argument she had. she allowed the tipsy woman to do as she pleased, a pout playing at her lips the entire time. she was too sober to not be nervous about it. she was entirely keen on how insipid she was acting, but she hoped arin would give her the chance to lighten up. 

she chortled, the look of disbelief palpable on her countenance. “you could dance with a lamp if you were drunk enough.” it was more of a statement than an accusation, and not one out of malice. in  reality, she envied arin for this trait. jiyeon lifted her hand and completed the remaining steps to rid herself of the mask. to accompany this vulnerability, she needed a drink. she downed the remaining liquid in the bottle, then stared at arin with another incredulous look after she’d become accustomed to the strong taste. she was constanly yearning to prove herself as anything but uptight ( as was her reputation ), so she nodded, a grin replacing the previous expression. “all we need is a table, some lime, and salt. shouldn’t be too hard. are you willing to play detective?”

seeing jiyeon’s face was like a candle dimly lighting the center of a pitch black room. it eased arin. arin bopped the pointy nose then brushed the back of her fingers against the younger’s cheek. “you’ll be fine,” arin whispered. let us hope drunken arin was trustworthy. worming out of the dancing crowd took two minutes, the end of the song nearing. at the bar, arin ordered two shots. her sinister smile earned the bartender’s sigh. they probably saw countless scenarios like this. the drunk friend bringing the innocent friend for a little fun.

“we should do it quickly. wouldn’t want anyone else joining in, do we?” tables were occupied. at least, the ones at secluded areas were. it took arin a few minutes before spotting a vacant spot. with the shot glasses ready for them, lime and salt in another plate, arin pulled jiyeon again. she spotted a couple leave their couch table and head to the dance floor.

fair enough.

seated on the leather sofa, and the shot glasses safe on the table on her right, arin looked up at jiyeon. “so, you first. thought of where already?”

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fmdtrevor:

Intoxicated or not, Trevor was not stupid. He could tell when someone didn’t want to be bothered, or when their attention was otherwise preoccupied with something else, so it was easy for him to pick up on the other idol’s attitude. She made it obviously, almost painfully so, that she didn’t want to be around him. Especially how she blatantly lied about their dorms not being in the same area. He knew for a fact that they were. He was an observant person. 

But just because he knew that she didn’t want to help didn’t mean that he was going to back off and tell her that he didn’t want her help. At that point, he was too drunk to even care about what she wanted. And yeah, that might’ve been a little wrong of him, but he just wanted to get home. Or to a bed. 

“We live near each other, I’m sure.” Despite his words being slurred, they were firm and sure - letting her know that although he might have been drunk, he most definitely was not an idiot and he wasn’t going to let her fool him into thinking that they didn’t live close by each other. 

He crawled into the cab she hailed, making sure to buckle up his seat belt, like he always did whenever he got inside of a vehicle. He glanced over at her, a small smile on his face. “Do I stink or something?” He asked, noting the distance between them. “I’m not going to throw up if that’s what you’re worried about.”

inside the taxi was like being covered of a trevor-after-five-shots-of-tequila bag on the head. there was the fear of him throwing up as well. it wouldn’t be her problem. poor taxi driver though, arin thought. caught by her transparency, arin’s eyes widened at trevor. i didn’t mean to be rude, she wanted to say. “alcohol smells better while it’s still in its glass,” arin nipped on the corner of her lips, eyes wandering everywhere but the drunk man.

did he want her to lean on him or something?

before she could say something to ease his worries, the driver inquired about their route. sliding into the middle, and inevitably nearer trevor, arin gestured the way to their dorms. the driver nodded. arin rested against the back rest, arms crossed, and stared at trevor again. “does your head hurt?” useless question but the nagging feeling to check on him didn’t die. “you know, i think it’s better if we stop by the convenience store first before your dorm. won’t your manager kill you? i think you could use yourself some coffee. and you owe me like... more drinks,”

[fmdxvivi-deactivated20180606]

* ♡ ˙ ˖ +  ◜- if you lose yourself, i will find you.

when: september, 2017.

where: seoul national hospital.

with: @fmdar

* ♡ ˙ ˖ +  ◜- sooyeon never thought there’d be a day where she’d walk into a hospital at 9.20pm and ask for a dna test, with element’s arin behind her, both their faces hidden behind masks and caps. of course, life enjoys throwing curveballs at her. “yeah, a dna test, like the ones on tv you see where the son that’s been raised by his single mother asks for to check who his dad is.” she nods, trying to ignore the bemused look on the nurse’s face. the nurse’s look of amusement only turns into one of shock when sooyeon slides her id across the counter, along with arin’s.

(she prays to god and whatever holy powers there were above, that no one else knows who they are.)

after the blood’s been taken from them, they’re told to come back in 2 days. she spends those two days on edge, gnawing at her nails whenever she thinks about it, staying up late to research. if they really are half-sisters, they share 25% of their genes with each other. she’d read somewhere humans shared 50% of their genes with a banana- it’s odd to think she might share more dna with a banana than arin.

so here they are again, waiting outside the same room, 2 days later on hard plastic chairs. sooyeon’s hair is tied up, and hidden underneath her cap. it was in the middle of the day, and she was not about to risk anyone seeing her at a hospital. lord knows they’d try to spin it- allkpop would say she’d be pregnant with twins. “if we’re sisters, you’ll really be my dwarf unnie.” sooyeon tries to smile, looking at the good side of the situation. at least, she’d have an older sister, right?

[fmdar-blog1]

the chair was rough in arin’s palm. her nails started hurting. scratching its ends definitely ruined her manicured nails. did arin care? she didn’t know. all thoughts were on the results. it all started with sooyeon admitting not knowing her father. it was all coincidence.

( who would’ve known arin, being fatherless, might actually be related to the sooyeon? the vivienne? )

“i never thought someone calling me unnie might actually be... true,” the laugh was dry on arin’s throat. her cap concealed the upper half of her face. it was all she needed. sooyeon, on the other hand, disguised as much as possible. understandable. the look on the nurse’s face when she saw these two girls come back hilarious. for a second, they must have thought it was a prank. a publicity stunt for the hospital. “what... what will we do? if it’s positive...”

arin’s converse were worn out. it needed cleaning. she owned this pair since she was in high school. looking at sooyeon shoved mixed feelings to arin. like a five course meal of ice cream. or an appetizer served after the dessert. “you’ll be my sister,” arin looked at sooyeon. “you’re my sister,” it was too early to assume. it wouldn’t be bad, right?

the nurse stepped in, holding the documents. arin jolted up, of politeness and surprise. the cardboard was all arin could look at.

‘it’s a positive, miss lee and son.’

[fyeahwheein]

170920 whee in fancafe memo (trans): cooling

[fmdar-blog1]

wrong signals & signs. ( open )

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@yongsunfmd:

yongsun is an observer. she prefers to stay out of the fray, regardless of her drinking habits in a crowd she’s far too often surrounded by men who prefer to think with their dicks instead of brains. she leans coolly against the wall, fingers drumming on a tall glass. it’s easy to be inconspicuous here, eyes flitting over smiling women and moving to the beat of bass. she knocked back the last of her drink and left it to sit among the others. she wasn’t drunk by any means, she had enough alcohol tolerance to knock out a horse. tipsy would have been the best word to describe it. her inhibitions were slipping quickly through her fingers. 

quick feet carries her into the pulsing crowd and sweat drips from her neck down into her clavicle. she moves like a fish upstream pushing into soft body after body. she’s stopped at a realization. yongsun of course recognizes the girl, it’s hard not to remember a face like that. her own hands, calloused at the fingertips slip over arin’s waist and she quirks and eyebrow at her curiously. her hand moves flush against her back tugging her in. it’s better to talk like this lest someone recognize them god forbid. plus yongsun doesn’t mind the view from here. 

“arin. do you talk to all your seniors like this or am i just special?”

their distance, or rather the lack thereof, caught arin by surprise. she felt like a balloon, red and plump, edges smooth and shiny from gas, and this woman, the needle. any closer, she’d burst. the warmth slowly spread on arin’s back, its source igniting flame on her tailbone. the heat soon painted arin’s cheeks pink; realizing who this woman turned the skin red.

( fuck, it’s yongsun! )

“sunbae,” the liquor softened what was supposed to be a shocked expression. instead, the ends of arin’s lips curved into a smile, sheepish, as she caught the scent of the woman. girls—ah, girls—were unbelievably soft. arin loved feeling them every time. feeling skin against skin, that sweet vanilla scent that begged to be sniffed. “it’ll depend. if you don’t like it, we can negotiate. but for now,”

she shouldn’t act like this around her senior, towards her senior, specifically. definitely, a junior’s duty was to show respect to seniors. perhaps, the liquor whispered otherwise. not to mention the setting egged arin’s fingers to twirl around yongsun’s hair, tugging on the ends just to give that ticklish tingle. “i’ll have to say yes. i’m a good junior, anyway. i treat my seniors with utmost equality. a shot might make me think otherwise,”

[fmdar-blog1]

just you. arin&daeyeol

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fmdxdaeyeol:

Daeyeol had been lying on his bed, playing a game. He was bored. The other members moving of his group were moving around the place, with the members washing up or doing some chores. They had just finished promoting their debut, and Daeyeol was glad to get some rest.

He blinked at the message icon that instantly popped up on the screen, smiling faintly as the name brought a smile to his face. 

to: rinnie rin rin🐣 — you’ve probably scammed off him too many times :P — i can have ice cream, i’m a big boy — our usual spot? I’ll see you in 5

Daeyeol got up from his bed and put on a navy blue hoodie with a mask, quickly saying he was going to grab some food and hang out with a friend. His manager looked at him, and Daeyeol thought he wasn’t going to be let out of the dorm. But his manager just nodded his head as the other members told him to buy some other food if he was going out. Rolling his eyes, Daeyeol headed towards the store.

It was still suprising to him that Insoo hadn’t asked who he was going to see, though Daeyeol hadn’t introduced the two of them as he was worried the company would find out.

to: dummydaeng 🐣 — oKAY but ive been his regular customer for months already — okay big boi. i’ll wait for u there

arin bid goodbye to the uncle, the wooden spoon of her ice cream held between her teeth, as she pushed the door open with a ting. he dismissed her lazily, knowing she’ll be back after a few hours anyway. arin always bought something before going back to busan; a box of milk, honey buttered chips, or hot ramen.

one hand holding the plastic bag and her ice cream, arin hopped her way to the playground nearby, the other hand scooping another mouthful of the cold treat. the swing chars were always your trusted comfort provider. the little creaks of the metals scratching hurt her ears though, so she decided just not to move too much anymore. halfway done with her ice cream, arin waited.

then she saw him. as fast as she could, hoping the haste movements didn’t blow her cover, arin crouched behind the slide nearby.

target locked. stealth mode activated.

[fmdar-blog1]

wrong signals & signs. ( open )

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fmdseongjin:

* ♡ ˙ ˖ +  ◜- as shy as seongjin is, he has no problem with physical contact. perhaps it’s the endless stream of ex-partners he’s had that numbs him to the shock when he feels arms snake around his waist. (it also could be the god-knows-how-many shots of tequila he’d had.)

he came here to destress- unwind. there was another article released about him again today- it annoyed him to no end. why couldn’t people let the past stay in the past? this was one of the reasons why he’d never liked to drink outside. he turned around, a confused look on his face when he realised he didn’t know who was currently hugging him.

“i’ve never seen you before, but i wish i had, earlier. gives me more time to bask in your beauty.” liquid courage seems to burn its way through his veins. he vaguely recognises her- she’s from a recently debuted group. “i’m seongjin. and you are?” he leans closer, his eyes hazy with alcohol and the promise of a great night ahead.

the neon lights granted arin the pleasure of seeing her prey’s face for a few seconds. he was taller, a head higher, maybe around arin’s age. who cared? his chest was warm, not to mention the hint of perfume despite the ominous cloud of smoke and liquor. it was a good thing he smelled heavenly. “am i dancing with an old man? you sound like my grandpa.”

the laugh that strummed from arin’s chest was genuine. who talked like that? apparently, this young man did. his breath smelled tequila, just like hers, and for a second, the thought of mixing them together made her lean closer. however, arin doesn’t kiss strangers. the tip of her nose brushed against his, the fleeting feeling making her hum. “seongjin, hm? i’m arin.” little hands soon found their way moving up, from his waist to his shoulder blades.

“you can do better than that. you should do better than that. you can’t get ladies like that. i’m sure alcohol will help,”

[fmdar-blog1]

subtle circles. arin&miram

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miramfmd:

As expected, Miram arrived at the cafe first. She knew the other had been busy and she had been too hence the why they arranged this get-together in the first place. With that in mind she sat down at a table for two and began to wait.

And wait.

Uneasiness caused minutes to feel longer and Miram wished she had sat in the seat facing the door in hopes to be stop her from constantly turning to the door looking for her anticipated friend.

“Did she forget?”

“No, She couldn’t have.”

“Is she standing me up then?!?”

This senseless ramble continued until the sudden sound of rain interrupted her thought process.  She stared at the downpour from the window started to calm down. It was rare for Miram to be able to relax like this, even though meeting with Arin was long overdue, this needed peace and quiet was also. so calm that when footsteps approached her she didn’t even move her head.

“I’ve been waiting almost 40 minutes, you should be sorry.” She said with a slight smirk turning towards Arin.

“I almost ordered without yo-” that’s when she saw her, more specifically her body and even more specially

“-your chest.”

there was a conspicuous happiness sprinkling arin’s eyes when she finally spoke to miram. there was fear; maybe miram had already left, decided waiting for arin was the last thing she’d do. it wasn’t the first time it happened. however, miram was a friend—a close one—and thinking she might not wait for a little (although little was an understatement) scared the young idol. like loosing a childhood pet in the park full of other dogs and people.

did she just say chest, though?

arin, perplexed, blinked rapidly at miram. “what?” to “hear” her better, arin leaned forward. people stared at her, incredulous, arin noticed, when she moved closer to her friend. was it that bad walking soaking wet into a cafe? not really.

( but her black bra and the thin white cloth that stuck her skin like she wore nothing was bad. )

“you ordered without my chest?” miram wasn’t the jokester in this friendship so arin couldn’t comprehend why on earth she’d say such bizarre things. and her chest from everything!

[fmdar-blog1]

wrong signals & signs. ( open )

[fmdar-blog1]

fmdxjinwook:

most people wouldn’t really expect jinwook to be such an advocate for recreational drinking, but he was surprisingly an avid drinker. nowhere near the level of being classified as an alcoholic, but he did partake in a shot or two or five when he went out on nights where he knew that he’d be able to sleep in the next morning. hell, he even went out on nights when he knew that he had to be up early the next morning. if he felt the urge to go out and get a little sloshed, then that was his prerogative. he was a grown man who could make his own decisions. 

he had only gotten to his fifth shot of the night, and maybe his last if the bartender didn’t stop eyeing him like he had some kind of problem, when he felt arms wrap around his waist. usually he would have immediately pushed them away, but the alcohol in his system had caused him to relax quite a bit. he did turn his head around to look to see who it was though.

the face was vaguely familiar, and it took him a few moments to actually put a name to her face. “it’s probably you,” he snorted playfully, amused by how intoxicated the younger idol was. “maybe you should sit the next few rounds of shots, huh?”

it was dark. of course it was, sherlock, arin thought. dimly lit and barely lasting lights were what made people last until past midnight and have fun; the anonymity granted by the shadows contouring their face. it was a double-edged sword. at this moment, arin was at the positive end of the blade. this guy was tall, his voice not so bad either, but his words didn’t stir well in arin.

“what do you mean?” arin should’ve checked his face first before speaking again but who cared? arin certainly didn’t. “i think i’m fine. you know who needs a drink right now?” the small smile on arin’s lips taunted, nose aiming at his chin while her eyelids stayed half-open.

“you do. come on now. a cutie like you surely wouldn’t say no, right?” they should’ve been at the bar now, arin pushing a shot glass towards him. however, the world spun and a straight line turned zigzag. arin’s strength evaporated too. fuck, she thought. “i’ll stop if you get a shot,”

[fmdar-blog1]

i cant believe i came back to This Oh Mu God

[fmdar-blog1]

no dad. arin&vivi.

[fmdxvivi-deactivated20180606]

* ♡ ˙ ˖ +  ◜- sooyeon had asked about her father once.

her mother had sighed. “park- park minhyung was a man who made bad choices. he’d fought with his wife that night, and had gone to the bar. i’d been there too, and…” she didn’t need any further explanation. some things just didn’t require them. “i’m 17. born in 2000.” sooyeon wasn’t dumb- but she just couldn’t bring herself to believe it. it sounded like something straight out a telenovela. there was absolutely no way- south korea was huge. there was no way the man her mother met at a bar in busan, would be the father of one of her friends. there was no way son arin could be her sister. not when they were friends- not when song-yi had ruined their family, in a sense.

sooyeon couldn’t breath. she knew it wasn’t her mom’s fault, if anything, she thought it was park minhyung’s fault. it was him, and his loose morals. surely.. surely her mom wasn’t a bad person, no. she was nice to sooyeon. her mom probably didn’t even remember how he looked like. there were so many park minhyungs in the world. it simply couldn’t be.

“we’re not- no. we can’t be sisters.” sooyeon shook her head. “um.. i’m tall. you’re not.”  she muttered lamely. she couldn’t bear the thought- she couldn’t have wrecked arin’s family. she bit her lip. “let’s do a test. we’ll know for sure, right?”

[fmdar-blog1]

the instant that word—sister—pulsed out of sooyeon’s mouth, arin leaned away. back straight against the couch’s back rest, five whole seconds passed by as arin’s brain processed the sentence word by word. “a test...” suddenly, looking at sooyeon burned her eyes. the flame crawled down her throat, dragging any coherent sentence to her stomach, coursing around her heart after. “2000...”

every puzzle piece magnetized to each other; an easy fix to the jumbled image minutes ago. the knock on the door gained arin’s attention, the affirmative voice at the other side demanding to be in. arin ignored it. “we..” the third knock forced arin to pull the door open, the click! of the knob unlocking as loud as her heart beat. her manager was bemused at arin’s expression. was she okay? they asked. is something wrong? arin merely shook her head.

( there was something wrong but it didn’t involve you. )

“m-may... may i leave tonight?” the glance at sooyeon was pleading, an invitation directed to the two people with her. leave tonight to get their test done, leave tonight if sooyeon’s available. why? where are you going? “the hospital.” arin’s voice was monotonous, cleverly masking the nervousness gradually eating her whole. there was no need to tell them what was happening just yet (or perhaps just not with sooyeon behind) but with their permission to leave, the weight on her shoulders would lift by a mere inch. “i’ll be with sooyeon...ssi. i’ll contact you throughout the time. i’ll update you. i beg of you.”

arin rarely begged. their manager knew this.

[fmdar-blog1]

insoo’s way of… buffering? or just the lack of interest on the topic itself—was endearing. his eyes fluttered slowly, like staring at an abstract picture in the middle of a desert, and the way his lips paused mid-sentence as if remembering he should have said instead, earned the sticky attention of the young female (and pretty much everyone else). he was a child asked to solve a numerical formula taught only when you step in college.

“fate,” arin echoed behind insoo, and the mic, with evident amusement. her eyes curved to little curves, the hosts found it adorable, and arin should have anticipated their next question. it caught her off-guard anyway.

‘so, rizo-ssi, who’s your ideal type? has r-ssi perhaps swayed you from your previous one?’

arin was the first to react, as always, with a clap. instinctively, arin laughed and leaned on the male in question. and perhaps, that wasn’t the best decision. soon, the hosts handed her another mic—they both have one now, no escape—and threw the question at her.

‘tell us, element’s main vocal. do you see rizo-ssi as a man?’

“uh,” and arin went on with the other vowels, a diligent kindergarten reciting, ending with a laugh. “well,” what have i got myself into, arin thought, as she stared at insoo with pleading orbs. “he’s a cool guy! very charismatic too—he’d be a great boyfr—guy!”

[jahulia]

[FANCAM] Mamamoo Moosical in Busan Wheein - That’s What I Like (cover)