Han Do-Jun

Do-Jun Lead Vocal, Main Dancer of ALIEN Proud Narcissistic , Heartbreaker . Competitive, Hot-Tempered , Stubborn

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fmdtaejin​:

open starter for anyone, dated 11th or 13th (whatever works for your muse)

three free days come as a blessing, more than he’s ever been able to manage inside bc. but the patterns of a workaholic on overload for the past ten years don’t wipe away as easily as he expects, not when a free day — void of the family fun and the hustle of the camera shots. 

free time brews impatience when his hands hover over his phone, past the names down the list — no new friends, only old (it’s a time old tale). he bites back and reservations, any rejections of the ‘old hag call’ he’ll be met with when his thumb presses onto one name. a few rings met with no answer, and he’s two seconds away from hanging up. yet, when the rings cease, he fills the silence with his own voice: “hey — random call, i’m aware. thought i’d give a happy new year call hoping all’s well on your end.” his leg grazes on top of the other, restless on the sofa he’s sitting still with.

a thought, maybe a shot in the dark. “adding onto the spur of the moment thing — with all things considered, catching up couldn’t be that bad, right? i’m spending as much time as i can sober, but exception or not — coffee or food on me.” 

calls are rare, dojun thinks as he picks up taejin’s number, the shrill but familiar ringtone that he had made out for taejin nothing but a slight little reminder that brings a little slip of a smile curving up the corner of his lips. or maybe its just that he’s not that good of a friend and failed to keep a record of how many times taejin’s called him before. “good afternoon--so you finally had the time to call?” he drawls, one hand resting behind his head and his legs up on the coffee table in front of him, the television luminated in his eyes as he cracked open darkened eyes, a hand rubbing over them as he yawned mildly. working on the filming of their concept photos and photoshoots for their upcoming comeback had taken a toll on his body--an admission that the male himself did not like to admit--that in spite of everything, he was as apparently as it got, getting much older than that of what he would like to admit. 

“happy new year to you too.” he groaned, massging the back of his neck as he tilted his head and stretched. “i wasn’t expecting to be worked to the bone right before the seollal holidays. as much as i hate to admit it, every part of my body is protesting at me from the photoshoot that we had yesterday.” he grunted as he raised himself slightly from his comfortable position, phone pressed between his cheek and his ear. “isn’t today the first day or something? and that we’re supposed to go back to our families to wish them a happy new year?” his voice softens slightly, almost apprehensive at the thought as he scratched the back of his neck and pressed his lips together. “personally, i’m not going back to my house, and i need a reason for it.” his shoulders rise, and then fall, brows raised as a smirk flutters over his lips at taejin’s suggestion to meet for some coffee or food. “you’ll be my reason for not returning home and ignoring calls today.” he snorted, getting to his feet as he lazily shuffled towards the kitchen. “and i’m not drinking alcohol at the moment. as much as possible.” he laughed a little sheepishly. “so no more chance of any drinks from me that would make you knock yourself out again.” a yawn overtook his lips as he stretched upwards once more. “so where to? your place? or you’re coming over? or outside?” he squinted as he pulled apart the curtains to his apartment, yelping a little at the bright sunlight. “i just woke up anyway, so don’t expect my brain to be functioning at its full capacity for resourcefulness and capability.”

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haneulfmd​:

“hey, i never said i wanted you to retire… i was just implying that maybe… you already were retired?” it comes off more as a question than a statement, but no matter how she delivered it, dojun would probably hear it the same way. there was no point in trying to make it seem like she didn’t it that way. “okay, first of all, there’s nothing wrong at all with being retired. the first perk is that you can finally rest after so long. i would like to argue that- wait a second.” haneul interrupted her own sentence the second she thought about what he said. “did you just finally admit that you’re not that sharp? i never thought i’d see the day! i’m glad to hear that you’re finally accepting it after all of these years, but sadly i’ll have to decline your offer of being just like you. i’m too busy being the better sibling.” a look of disgust overtook haneul’s face as she envisioned her older brother dancing to some of the latest releases by her favorite girl groups. “please. never bring up your cover dances to girl groups again. i finally had forgotten about it but you just had to remind me of it.”

“ i refuse.” dojun huffed loudly, nostrils flaring and loudly huffing as he points proudly in haneul’s direction, arms askew and a scowl on his face at his younger sibling’s intense look of disgust. “ excuse you, who was the one that always asked me to dance their group songs? who? hm? hm?”  he got up close and personal into his younger sister’s face, before pulling back slightly, seemingly deeply satisfied with himself. “ and i’m not retired. not already retired, not already were retired, not maybe you were already retired. i’m active! and i am--” he held out a finger, quivering almost in his intensity of speech as he glared disgruntledly at haneul. “ i am SHARP!”  he all but yells the last sentence like a mildly tempered child, kicking his legs out to stretch them as he sighed at his sister with the mildest shake of his head. 

“ i’m never dancing chroma’s songs ever again. not even if you beg me to.” he pauses, unwrapping himself from his awkward position with his lanky legs and ill-mannered behaviour, the switch to his more serious disposition almost barely traceable, save for the furrowed look of his brow, and the light spread of his feet, hands clasped as he pursed his lips together in mild worry. 

“ but on a more serious note though. what are we gonna do for seollal? i have the strangest feeling--i don’t want to go back home.”  a brittle smile flickers across his lips. “ somehow, i have the feeling that the old man sowed his shit around again.”  clothes rustle as he leaned back slightly, tilting his head back. “ how about staying overnight at my place for the holidays? maybe if you’re lucky you might even meet my girlfriend.”  he mused to himself more than to his sister, contemplating his thoughts to see if chaeyeon would actually agree to spend the upcoming seollal with him, especially if she knew there was an audience in the form of his younger sibling around. 

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fmdxchaeyeon​:

“ — and i know, all of it. but we can’t live in the past, dojun. because i already love you, more than you can imagine, and i hope that for just one night we can be free,” without the weight of the past upon their chests. for once, maybe she could breathe freely. “do you think that i’ll leave you? is that what troubles you and keeps you concerned? because you’re always talking about the concept of forever  — and it doesn’t exist. life is unpredictable, cruel, but sometimes, it can be beautiful too. and i won’t leave you. that i promise. we’ve always been together. since the day we met. and even with all the heartbreaks and distance and misunderstandings between us, we were together. it’s just that we didn’t know it at that time. i’m always going to be with you. it’s just the life i was destined to live,” was it all just theatrics? or perhaps a wild hunch? whatever it was, she believed this wasn’t just a coincidence. maybe they had hated each other in a past life with fierce passion. so now they were destined to spend it together.

“well that was a short walk,” she commented as she found herself on the couch, hands reaching for his in her hair. “you know, dojun, not everything in life has to be a competition. you don’t have to keep striving for greater heights. let me have my moment because you’re aware of just how bad i am at this. but i’m not just talking about myself here. you need to show more compassion towards other people. basically i’m trying to tell you that you should treat others in the same way that you want to be treated. and i’m  telling you this not because i hate you, but because i love you,” it was a soft plea followed by her leaving an even softer kiss upon his forehead, “very very much.”

“perhaps.” his voice is soft, almost rarely contemplative, a sound that rarely escapes from his mouth, for dojun never reflects or reforms--not unless it is for someone else that he loves. “but i personally would chase you to the ends of the earth if inevitably life throws us a curveball, and we’d have to leave each other.” affection is deep in his eyes as he smiled down at her faintly. “you don’t have to promise a forever, or promise that you’ll stay.” a faint hint of confidence flickers over his features, ever so familiar and similar to the flamboyant persona he hurled upon himself as he comfortably slung an arm back round chaeyeon’s shoulder. “i know you’ll stay, because one way or another, by this time in particular, we can no longer leave each other behind.” 

he freezes for a moment, considering her words with an essence of seriousness, before a slip of childishness flickers into existence over the contours of his face. 

“you know what? i can improve for other people, but not if you’re telling me to be better and show compassion towards that half brother of mine.” he griped, picking on his shirt a little disgruntledly. “it’ll probably take a hundred years before i can show an ounce of compassion towards him, and that’s a sad fact.” he returns the soft kiss with an affectionate touch of his hand against her shoulder, fingers gently smoothing over her skin with a gentility that almost seemed fragile. “and as do i. love you very very much, that’s what i mean.” he sneaks a kiss from her lips with a chuckle, ears flushed and cheeks slightly pink.

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fmdxchaeyeon​:

“you’re really exaggerating at moment, dojun. i know it’s a famous trait of yours, but i’m fine — trust me,” she laughed to herself, and thought how much he meant to her, but unlike like him, she rarely ever said or did something to display her emotions. learning, she’s still learning, trying to catch up with all the knowledge she’s lost over the years; love, life, friendships, heavy subjects to say the least, some never truly learn, but she wished to believe there was still hope for her. “please, jun, you don’t have to carry me. i’m not a child. i can walk on my own, and you know me, i’ve been walking in heels since, well since forever? my calves and feet are used to it. besides, i do care about what people are going to say. we’re supposed to be professional and we’re also supposed to be doing our jobs,” but the smile never left her face, growing wider the more he talked and nagged, giving her an offer that she simply didn’t want to refuse. wicked but also a fair game. “oh all right, how can i say no to you? but if you don’t mind, i think i’ll take a little nap. you’re just so…” melting gradually in his embrace, she trailed off as she did her best to find the right word to describe him. “you’re just so soft to touch. and you’re so incredibly warm. you’re like the perfect pillow. i could never ask for more.”

he huffed a little embarrassedly at her words, a hum of self satisfaction passing through his lips as he mumbled slightly out of sheepishness, letting out a nervous laugh at her words as he shifted slightly, careful not to overly jostle chaeyeon in his arms, a tender smile spreading over his lips at the sight of her melting gently into his embrace. “i know you can take care of yourself..its just..well, i just wanted to pamper you for a good moment, that’s all.” his cheeks tint with colour as he ducked his head slightly in embarrassment. his shoes click against the polished tiles as he blinked down at her, eyes tracing the contours of her features affectionately as she pressed her frame into his. “somehow, i always feel as though i’d like to protect you forever, even though i do know that you are more than capable of taking good care of yourself, you know? maybe its a part of guilt, maybe its something else but, what remains i guess is the fact that i’d rather let myself suffer first than put you through anything similar to whatever happened in the past.” 

his grip tightens around her frame as his lips set softly into a gentle but pursed line, placing her carefully down on the sofa in the changing room he had described. 

“i thought i should be the one that’s telling you that. that you’re just something that i couldn’t ever ask for more.” he admits. “who knew that you’d beat me to the line first?” his fingers brush aside her hair, almost meticulous as he gently arranged her hair to tuck behind her ears. “next time i swear i’m going to be the first one to say something cheesy but meaningful to you, instead of the other way around.” he hummed, offering chaeyeon a cheeky little wink as he settled himself next to her, slinging an arm around her shoulder delicately. “and too reiterate your words just now, i think, that you’re the perfect body pillow.” 

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haneulfmd​:

she scrunched her nose in disagreement. “i wouldn’t say i’m a spoilsport, but it’s just that i’ve known you for too long to be surprised like that again.” her lips pressed firmly together to contain the laughter that’s threatening to spill out of her mouth. “but if you find scaring me that fun, maybe you should wear a bag on your head again! that worked for you last time, didn’t it?”

dojun couldn’t believe his fucking ears. haneul had called him amazing. amazing. he grinned, a cheesy smile spreading across his lips as he cackled softly to himself in self-absorbed glee. god, it felt good being recognised by his very own sister, and almost as if her words had a boosting effect to him, he straightened his back and cleared his throat, grinned widely up at haneul with a shit-eating grin that knew of nothing but ridiculousness and trouble.

“say that one more time. say that i’m amazing one more time, hanuel.” he whipped out his phone. “i’m gonna record it this time.” he freezes in the next moment at her next words, mouth dropping open in absolute horror and dramatically wounded feelings. “you---you want me to retire?!” he shrieked, voice loud enough to pierce through the closed windows and scare away the nearest birds resting on the trees. “ya, excuse me, what do you mean that i need a retirement party! i am in my prime, p, r , i ,m ,e, you hear me? approaching thirty is sexy!” he howled, crossing his arms and throwing his head back. “and no, i’m never wearing a bag over my head again. it didn’t even work! you totally caught onto me stalking you from behind.” he huffed, like a spoiled child. “you’re too sharp sometimes. learn to be less sharp, it’ll do wonders for you sometimes.” he complained. “be more like me! your amazing, wonderful, great brother who knows almost everything about all those dances. i even dance some of your dancing moves for you on video.” he sniffed petulantly. “i’m sure no one close to my age can replicate my effortless moves when it comes to girl group dances, its a wonderful skill of mine, especially when it comes to variety.” 

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fmdhyunsoo​:

location: backstage @ the golden disk awards @fmddojun​

what a nightmare, hyunsoo thought to himself. award shows like this, where there were just so many people under one roof, were not exactly his favourite places to be. sure, the companies had forced them all onto a cruise ship not too long ago, but it wasn’t like he exactly wanted to see everyone so soon either. if it was up to him, he would just perform and go home so that he could avoid all the uncomfortable small talk that was inevitably going to backstage where everyone was gathered. this year, however, hyunsoo had made himself the resolution to try and make some more friends - or, at the very least, be a little bit more social. it was easy for him to hide away in the corner in hopes that people would just ignore him, but he figured being a little outgoing wouldn’t hurt. at least, that’s what he thought before he remembered why he didn’t enjoy events like this in the first place. he was tired, his knee hurt, and he didn’t really want to listen to another person blabbering on about things he didn’t particularly have any interest in, but his mother had raised him to be polite and unfortunately it had become far too ingrained in him now. every time a senior had walked by, he had offered a slight bow and a quick hello as he quietly hoped that they wouldn’t take it as an invitation for conversation, which was the case as he noticed dojun. “oh, hey there,” he greeted quickly, before turning back to his phone to try and blend into the background. 

sometimes, dojun wondered why exactly did people not enjoy the golden disk awards, especially when they were already slated to make something of more than just a little bit of an effort, with performances on their list of the something to show. “oh. yo. hi to you too.” he peers a little unsure if he was seeing right. “hyunsoo, am i right?” whilst dojun wouldn’t say that he was in particular--bad at recalling faces, he just hadn’t really...bothered to notice anyone else in particular, beyond the small circle of friends that he had. taejin, haneul and the silhouette girls were the only ones that he truly recognised at a glance’s notice, and as disgruntled as that made him, his alien group members as well. 

unfortunately, hyunsoo and his group wasn’t a part of that particular i should remember their faces well equation with dojun. 

“ahh...which group are you from again?” rude. he thought to himself, raising a brow as the other male busied himself with his phone and tried not to make himself more noticeable. didn’t he know how to greet someone older properly?  the light frown that had gathered with his thoughts dissipated within seconds as jun shrugged, busting a light shoulder shrug as he plopped himself right down next to hyunsoo, lifting his legs to cross them on the small chair as he tipped his head back lightly and massaged the back of his neck. 

“what songs are you performing? as a group i assume? or am i wrong and you’re a soloist?” 

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fmdxchaeyeon​:

if it weren’t for her high heels that seemed to have been made of pins and needles and her tight black dress that kept on stealing the air out of her lugs and turning her skin red, the night would’ve been perfect. but it hurt, hurt to stand and walk, and even talk while having to maintain a strict posture and the always presentable smile on her face. nevertheless, chaeyeon was a champion in her own way, battling her problems with utmost persistence and calmness, keeping the entire thing to herself. others didn’t have to hear her cry and complain, and truthfully, she didn’t even want to bother dojun with it, not when both of them were lost in all the rush and madness of the backstage, but he just kept on coming back, popping here and there every fifteen minutes or so. “dojun! of course you’re back, i didn’t even notice that you were gone,” she noted with a teasing grin as she slowly made her way towards him. “you’re my surprise? of course you are. what have i done to deserve this surpri — ” she paused, allowing him to finish the readjustment of her loose hair strands.  “always. just like i was happy to see you fifteen minutes ago. i’m just so — ” unable to find the right words, she leaned on him for some support, trying to give her poor feet a few moments of rest.  “i’m good. totally fine now that you’re here.” 

her sweet words and her arms around his neck was everything that dojun thought he could ever ask for, a soft smile sneaking its way up his lips as he nuzzled her lightly with a hum, burying his face into her neck a little shyly, before gently steering her away from prying eyes that could possibly remain on the backstage. as soon as they were out of sight, a fullblown grin spread widely across his lips, and dojun poked her cheek lightly, eyes swimming with affection as he leant forward and peck her lips lightly. 

“i mean...of course with me around, you’re going to be nothing but fine. the last thing that i’d ever want to do is to somehow hurt you. you’re a little too precious for me to want something bad to happen to you. now that no one is here to disturb us, want me to carry you all the way back to the changing room or something?” his eyes flickered ever so lightly with the mildest concern, watching the slight swell in her legs from standing in heels and dancing in them, huffing a little as he scooped her up in his arms grandly. “you know what, heck care what people are gonna say. i’m just gonna carry you back before you hurt your legs.” he nagged, grumbling like a nanny as he bent down to pick her up in his arms, glancing up at her slightly for her permission. “everyone else is a bit too busy to really notice, especially since i’ve checked out this side well, and it actually does lead to a very nice, little changing room. “what do you think?” 

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a kkt group chat thread for @haneulfmd and for @fmdrian , the ancient bird stuck between two teeny things that call him a hag..well, almost every day

you’ve received a message from ȶɦɛ ɖǟֆɦɨռɢ ֆǟɨռȶ :

ȶɦɛ ɖǟֆɦɨռɢ ֆǟɨռȶ : i wish to tell you two that as usual, i have!  ȶɦɛ ɖǟֆɦɨռɢ ֆǟɨռȶ : accomplished, a magnificent! ȶɦɛ ɖǟֆɦɨռɢ ֆǟɨռȶ : GREAT FEAT ȶɦɛ ɖǟֆɦɨռɢ ֆǟɨռȶ : i learned the choreo of psycho in its full rendition, all five members-- ȶɦɛ ɖǟֆɦɨռɢ ֆǟɨռȶ : i’m going to be the first legendary person to dance all five positions for myself in one video, one fine day, and you both will get the first hand cuts for it-- ȶɦɛ ɖǟֆɦɨռɢ ֆǟɨռȶ : also, a very impt question. milk first or cereal first?

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haneulfmd​:

with @fmddojun

haneul was enjoying the spare time she had, having been occupied for the past few months. she was getting a taste of what it was like to be an idol and now that it was so close, she didn’t want to lose what was so close to her. the song was already recorded, she had already learned the choreography and had stage outfit fittings. all she had to do was film the music video, but that was the least of her concerns at the moment. when haneul had turned to get her phone out of her bag, she noticed an oddly familiar figure move out the corner of her eye, her attention immediately averted to the figure. once she realized who it was, a loud groan escaped out of her mouth. at least she had spotted him before he made himself known this time. 

“i’m concerned for your career, you know? you shouldn’t have this much free time to be able to spy on trainees… especially ones that aren’t under the same company as you.” the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned as she glanced over at her brother. she knew what buttons to press to get the reaction she wanted out of him. “did you get released from your contract? i didn’t see any articles about it but maybe i missed it or something?”

han dojun had a few characterizations. apart from being an absolute smitten ass for his girlfriend, yet another characterization to add to his resume would be the ridiculous admirer of his younger half sister, yoo haneul. granted , they were born rather far apart, his first knowledge over his younger half-sister having been the catalyst to his parents’ divorce, the final straw that in his opinion, had been long coming due to han minghan’s ridiculous amounts of sleazing.

anyway, that wasn’t the point. the point was that his sister had finally made it in the cruel entertainment industry, in an opposing entertainment company that wasn’t dimensions as well. he sniffed importantly, quietly sneaking into the company towards where he knew his sister was, mask over his face, hair ruffled over his eyes so none would know who he is, and posture--slouched. all uncharacteristic and incredibly unbecoming of an idol of his status. he preened to himself, barely even able to extend his hands and spring a surprise greeting at haneul...when she greets him before he’s able to do anything in particular, hands raised, frozen in place when she posits her questions with an air of nonchalance. 

he clasps his hand to his heart as he whips off his mask, shaking the messy hair and combing it back with his freezing hands as he pretended to be deeply injured by her words. “i don’t have free time. i just make the effort to visit our little tiny princess of the family.” he dramatically swooned, grinning widely as he stepped forward. “and listen, i’m still very much in alien, showing off my ass and being nothing but your amazing brother.” he practically crowed, nose in the air as he cracked an eye open, half expecting haneul to clap to his dramatic motions. 

“ugh, you’re such a spoilsport sometimes.” he whines, finding a proper place for himself to sit down comfortably as he eased out of his thick faced persona. “every single bloody time, i fail to keep that thick faced element in front of you, because you just don’t buy it.” 

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fmdbyeol​:

with: open  date: 31st december  location: new years eve party 

eunbyeol is waiting for the fireworks. it’s always the thing that she looks forward to most when it comes to her birthdays. it’s her first birthday where she hasn’t been able to speak to her family ( she would call but she’s been too busy with the preparations for debut and filming ), and it’d be her last birthday as a trainee. it’s a bittersweet feeling; but as she looks up into the dark sky and waits for the fireworks to go off, she couldn’t think of a better way to say goodbye to her trainee years. her day had been spent behind the scenes at the concert, the rush of excitement that she had felt listening to the crowd has still yet to wear off.

“do you make new years resolutions?” she asks, turning to the figure sitting beside her. she’s not normally one to make new year’s resolutions, she never sticks to them anyway so why waste her time. but she figures that she may as well listen to other peoples ideas and appropriate them if they sound good. “i don’t have any yet and there’s only like… 10 minutes left of 2020.”

dojun wonders sometimes if its the effect of his beautiful face on others, or his..ever insufferable personality that causes others (especially younger girls) to attempt to strike a conversation with him as if he was the most personable individual to exist. he could be--in all honesty. but he didn’t want to be. not especially after devoting himself to his girlfriend for a new chance. there was no way he was going to fuck anything up for himself. but glancing at eunbyeol next to him made him think of his half sister, and dojun sniffed, clearing his throat as he scratched the back of his neck a little awkwardly, taking care to shuffle a little distance away from the younger girl before letting his eyes land upon her thoughtfully. 

“new years resolutions doesn’t have to be something that you have to do during new years, i think.” his voice is for once--not flamboyant, and instead quietly solemn, thoughtful as he pressed on with his thoughts and the strange attempt of wanting to give some form of encouragement to the other girl, who seemed nothing but lost. “the purpose of a resolution is a pledge to yourself. and that itself is something that can be done at any time of the year, or at any moment. as long as its significant enough and important enough for you to be resolved to do it. so..no, i don’t make a new years resolution. i make resolutions only when i’m determined to carry them out, and sometimes i find trying to squeeze them out on a whim, isn’t that effective after all.” 

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fmdxsuji​:

the exaggeration in dojun’s actions only make the smile on her face stretch further. it’s definitely not the response that she expected, and she’s not sure if he’s being genuine, but it doesn’t hurt to see the excitement in dojun as well. “i’m not a slacker. if i have a job to do then i’ll do it,” she says back. she’ll admit that she was initially upset at the fact that she was struck on the cruise during her birthday, but she’s found it to be a unique experience. or at least she’s trying to convince herself of the fact. 

“stinky tofu?” she questions with a scrunch of her nose. she has indeed heard of the food before, but she doesn’t think she’ll be able to try it. “not sure if i’ll be brave enough for that, but i do like the idea of street food.” giving him a thumbs up, she looks around the streets to find a direction to take. it’d all be the same at the end since she doesn’t know anything about taipei anyway, but she likes to think she can make a heartfelt decision. “left?” she asks before lightly tugging on dojun’s arm to make him follow her. “is there anything else other than stinky tofu? that doesn’t sound like a very nice gift to give the birthday girl.”

“now, that’s a big no no. what you said about if there being a job then you’ll do it. a big fat no no. repeat after me, no no.”  he wags a finger in suji’s face in all seriousness, brows furrowed as he huffed almost loudly in suji’s face. “people take advantage of you when you’re so so honest, suji dear.” he laces his fingers together for a moment with a dramatic little sigh. “ you can’t always be so hardworking, some people might not like you for that too, so there’s that.” good advices, dropped here that he had mildly experienced in his youth that jun only felt was right to impart to the younger and yet seemingly more hardworking girl. “ not everyone likes hardworkers, because hardworkers make people also seem lazy in others eyes. the other danger of it--” he grabs her by the elbow, carefully maneuvering her past the crowd and onto the taipei streets. “ is of overworking. and believe me, i know. so take heed of my precious advice.”  he flaps his hands once more in suji’s direction. 

“absolutely! be brave! be courageous! be daring! if you can be hardworking, you can be daring! don’t know where i heard that from but i believe i heard it somewhere from a tv!” he declares boisterously with an exuberant pump of his fists, as though the sentence itself was some kind of strange propaganda that he was promoting. “now, if you really don’t want to try the stinky tofu, there’s others, like the spring onion pancake which you can order with an egg! they crack the egg into the freshly made pancake, spread it thin and then voila! its done, nice, warm, crispy and crackling in your mouth with its doughy breadlike texture. mmhm.” dojun nods, already salivating at the thought. “otherwise, we can get bubble tea. taipei’s pretty famous for that as well, apart from its oyster omlet. that is absolutely savoury. not to mention the beef noodles, sinful potato cheese and oh god-- the fucking cheese melts in your mouth. they literally flood the potatoes with it.” he moaned, noticing the queue for the famous friend chicken cutlet not too far away from where they stood. “ the famous fried chicken cutlet! so come on, birthday girl, take your pick, because my stomach is raving for something to eat.” 

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fmdxsuji​:

“i’m feeling extra generous since it’s my birthday so anything you want to do tonight?” 

after what was an extremely busy day, suji understands if people would rather stay back on the ship and get some rest. there had been filming yesterday and then the whole holiday ball that was required to attend for some reason. however, today had been mostly a free day though everybody was stuck on the ship for quite a while as it travelled. now that they docked in taipei, she decided that she wasn’t going to spend her birthday night all cramped up in her room in the ship. sure, there was lots to do on there, but she knows that exploring the city is the better option.

“i’m even paying! as long as you can find our way back to the ship after everything. i’m not the best with directions even with the navigation on my phone,” she admits with a light chuckle, turning her head towards the person besides her. though she’s unsure if they had plans already, she was hoping that they’d at least allow some time for her. she’d already half-guilt tripped them with the mention of her birthday.

open, december 27th, taipei

“your birthday? its your birthday tonight? why didn’t you tell me?!” dojun practically grabbed suji by the shoulders as he shrieked in the loudest voice that he possibly could, howling like the worst apocalypse had occurred for his own failure of not knowing the exact date of suji’s birthday. “we shouldn’t just be standing here or having you pay anything!”  a fast flap of his hand once, twice as he pressed a hand to his forehead in what seemed to be intense but equally dramatic agony at the thought of suji having to pay for things on her birthday. 

“ birthday girls are meant to be happy for the entire day. did you not tell the staff? get some chances to slack off because you’re the birthday girl?” he slams a hand practically to his chest as he beams widely, clearly excited at the sudden turn of events with this new flash on impromptu information that had been delivered to him. suji and him weren’t close by any means, but it would be sacrilegious for someone like him to miss any particular moments to put on his rather flamboyant persona and declare something of a party. he was dramatic, he was exuberant--that was just who he was as dojun on the outside. a smirk pulls up the corners of his lips, a light chortle falling from parted tiers as he watched her admit about a bad sense of direction. 

“well, we better how that navigation can save us then, because i plan to take you by the shoulders and march off in any particular direction to celebrate your dinner. oh, and not to mention. attempt to outdrink you for tonight.”  he adds a wink on top for an extra effect of cheesiness. “ i happen to know that taipei has the best street foods in the world, and that one of the best things you should do, especially on birthdays, is to go and try their stinky tofu.” he declares with a sneaky wide grin, choking but a sneaky chortle as he patted her back lightly. “ so what do you say we should do? pick a direction and meander off? because that sounds perfect to me.”  

[fmddojun]

at the backstage of gayo daejeon after pre-recording , with @fmdxchaeyeon

it was times like these that dojun wondered if the alien managers ever tired of his constant, disappearing acts. in short, he could honestly care less for alien, mostly because he thought that their group was on the steady rise to a ironic downfall after they had forced him to reluctantly sign that lawsuit, resulting in severe losses (in his own perhaps, skewered personal opinion), that had affected the trajectory and route of alien’s long lasting life in a harsh industry like this. but the real reason behind his disappearing acts was less of a rational and logical one, instead leaning more towards the romantic notion of things, since as always--he was back here once again, perhaps within the span of fifteen minutes or so, checking upon chaeyeon in the backstage. 

“chae!” his eyes are bright as he spies her a good distance away, hiding his tall frame behind one of the boxes for the sound equipment as he beckoned towards her, a slightly cheeky smile dancing upon his lips as he practically vibrates with excitement upon seeing her, even though they had been pretty much apart from each other for what was just a mere fifteen minutes. “come here, come here!” he beckoned towards her, grinning widely like a cheeky child that had just managed to pull off a prank and deceive everybody. “i’m back to see you again.” he stated importantly, ignoring the sound of his managers some distance away calling for him as he peeked out from behind the equipment box and gave chaeyeon what could be seen as an affectionately simple smile, teeth in a wide grin and eyes creased estatically as he drummed his fingers against the box like a mini little drumroll. “ surprise!!” he chuckled softly, irises softening with adoration as he watched her every move, gently brushing aside a few stray strands of her hair that had come away during her pre-recording stage. “ aren’t you happy to see me again?” 

[fmddojun]

fmdandy​:

for fuck’s sake this dude could talk. the round of his game ended in the middle of the rant going on in his ear, while andy simply… let him go on. and on, and on, and on. he scratched his neck, checked his nails, swiped a fuzz off of his shirt, and took a sip of water before there was enough of a breath in the monologue for andy to say anything. “if you’re gonna be a little bitch, i’ll hang up, bro. i ain’t gotta deal with this.” andy didn’t owe dojun any explanation for the call, nor did he feel like explaining anything about his therapy with someone like that. trying to heal relationships was more tiring than anything. he ought to be telling his therapist how useless it was.

but, for then, he’d give dojun the benefit of the doubt. “if you’re done simping over me while pretending like you’re insulting me, we can have a regular conversation, asshole.” his sigh was audible. “anyway, yeah i know capitalism is a bitch. buying the stars shouldn’t be a thing since money ain’t real in the first place, but i don’t got enough energy to fight the whole damn world. leave that to the activists. if your way of fighting capitalism is just not participating in this culture complex shit, you gotta take a deeper look, man. this whole industry preys on it. you’re a massive pawn.”

“too bad, feel free to hang up, not that it matters to me anyway. you’re just going to lose out on my ever valuable input for your stuff to win whatever this is, that’s all.”  dojun yawned as he stretched, tucking the phone beneath his ear as he sauntered to his kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. god, that whole monologue had been more than enough to dry out the back of his throat as though he had been talking for an hour an a half. but at the very least, he got his point across. 

“ and so you mean participation isn’t going to add me to a bit more of a pawn list when i’m already their pawn? why give them the satisfaction of doing that when i can just be home and not giving a fuck about anything? its not as if i can be forced to do something for that complex shit.” the glass slams down upon the table as he pats his chest, having drank that pitiful glass of water a little too fast. “ what are you suggesting then? i abandon my pitiful strike and sell out more of my looks and my body and what not for this complex culture shit so that at least i get some benefit like the money they earn?”  a scoff of laughter bubbles from dojun’s lips. “i mean we’re not even sure in the first place if any of those returns get back to us, and they’re asking us to give what--a hundred and twenty percent of an effort by baking things and what not. honestly, i probably still don’t get whatever you’ve been saying, so just dumb it down for me, because as if i don’t already know that you think that i’m incredibly stupid.” 

[fmddojun]

fmdyujin​:

she realizes that it probably becomes easier to not always be aware of what’s going on sans group and solo schedules once a group gets older since they aren’t grouped together all the time. even now, she sometimes hears news a little later when she’s on set or on a schedule on her own, so she’s not surprised to see the taken back look on dojun’s face when she tells him about the culture complex thing. plus, if it’s not of interest to him, that’s even more of a reason for him to not be aware of it. or simply not care. both are logical reasons to not know. 

though she’s uncertain whether he really is thankful, she simply nods and gives him a smile. it doesn’t seem he’s super into it like she is, and so she allows the topic to slip and move onto something else. “ah, that’s alright. there’s a lot of groups out there, and i’m sure it’s nearly impossible to keep up with all the junior groups that debut!” yujin’s also aware that element has a certain sound to them that wouldn’t be enjoyable to all since sometimes she doesn’t exactly enjoy all their releases either. “not sure if we have enough ballads for you but i think don’t recall might fit? it’s not as hard hitting as our other ones! or oh nana if you simply want a fun melody!” now the smile on her face was a bit more genuine as she went out promoting her group. the two she mentioned seemed to be two that don’t get as mixed reviews as the others. 

“actually, i don’t have any menu ideas for now. i think i’ll really have to sit and think about it. though brownies are always a good choice, i believe! or maybe that’s me thinking too much about my own taste.”

“brownies sound fun.” finally something that he could vaguely work with, dojun barely blinks as the weight on his shoulders lifts into naught, his stance shifting comfortably as he raised his brows and hummed, chin resting against his palm as he nodded lightly. “brownies sound like the best kind of menu ideas that i’ve heard so far, even though those haven’t actually been much.” his fingers drum against his cheekbones thoughtfully. “so about those brownies. are you planning on making the hot, fudgy ones or just the ones that you usually find in cardboard boxes, boxed and square and hard to taste?” he enquired, one brow cocked in speculation. “because i know that sometimes people really can’t bake, no matter how much they try.” he snorts at the thought, falling back into his thoughts about one particular mistress that his father had had, who seemed to think that the way into his approval meant cooking good food for him.

granted, she had absolutely thought it the right way--that is...if she was anything good at cooking or baking. 

“the last time i actually had brownies, i nearly cracked my teeth on them. but since i’m free and i actually love indulging myself in an occasional chocolatey sin, why don’t you bake some and let me try? an assessment is better than just going into things blind, isn’t it?” a sly smile plays upon his lips, tilting the corners of his lips upwards as he chuckled lightly. “i’ll even offer to be the labour. stirring those things that you need me to stir whenever you need me to. how does that sound?” 

[fmddojun]

fmdandy​:

“so, you gonna put my name on whatever culture complex shit you’re submitting? it’s an idol’s duty to help out the less fortunate.” if he weren’t putting on a show for the dramatics, he’d have laughed at the absurdity of that statement. his company shipping him off to another country to film a movie wasn’t anything close to unfortunate. it was one of the best decisions they’d ever made.

although, it did mean if he was going to be talking to people, actively trying to do so like he’d promised his therapist he would, most of his conversations ended up on the phone. in a way, andy didn’t mind it, considering it meant he could leave his phone on speaker, laying on his chest, while he played games. bitches wished they could be as seamless at multitasking as him.

“and i’ll send you five bucks or something if you do.” the monetary term slipped from his lips before he caught himself, reminded himself he was speaking to someone in korea, land of won. “pretty sure one of my fans is sending something in, though. saw her chat about it on twitter. while back, a girl made some ramen and named it after me; said she was gonna make a drink for this too.”

“and...so? i’m not submitting your name on whatever culture complex shit. not even planning on submitting it at all. wasn’t listening during the speech. is it even a must to submit it?” he barrels a series of questions right at andy with a sharp squint of his eyes, crossing his arms as his lips turn downwards in slight repugnance as he spares himself a glance at the male opposite him, reaching forward to grab his iced coffee and take a wild sip of the drink. “ in fact, i don’t even know what and why exactly i am here or what i’m doing here for. enlighten me again, why am i here and how did i end up sitting opposite you? i tend to have a rather short term memory when it comes to things i don’t want in particular to remember.”  he scrunches his nose slightly as the other male mentioned about his fan and possibly sending money if he enlisted him on that sheet of whatever- complex thing that was happening--in all honesty, jun couldn’t care less. 

“ keep the money. i doubt i’d ever need it. and so what if some girl made some ramen and named it after you? there’s even people who buy stars in the skies and name it after us. a ridiculous notion i think. they should put that money to fund themselves for their own use.” he stirred his drink lazily. “i would have expected you to be decent enough to offer at least a thousand bucks for my service and not five bucks instead, so consider all that possibility of us grouping together dissipating into thin air. besides, even without a group, you seem to be all set with that fan made drink that she’s probably going to name after your toe or your toenail, or you devilish handsome lips or nose or something that she can never reach.”  

[fmddojun]

fmdyujin​:

“for the culture complex!” yujin assumes that the other idol simply hasn’t heard the news yet. she didn’t get the news until recently either since she wasn’t there when it was dropped to the rest of her group members. assuming that alien doesn’t live in their dorms anymore, she’d imagine that they had to be told individually. a missed text or call is completely reasonable, and she decides that she could do the honor of telling the senior all about what was available for the idols. 

swirling her own drink, she cleared her throat before beginning her explanation. “the companies have given all their idols an opportunity to submit a menu item for the cafe in the culture complex! apparently anybody who wins it gets to have a bit of the profit, and it would just be nice for the fans to come by and see a menu made by their favorite idol. or at least i think it’d be nice.” that’s the other reason that she would have loved to have more time to try something and submit an idea. she thinks her fans would love to see an item that was created by the group always waiting for them at the cafe. 

“i’m element’s yujin.” though it’s been three years since her official debut, it’s not that odd to be asked the question, and so she doesn’t take much offense. especially since she knows how difficult it could be to keep up with all the debuting idols. plus, it’s not like her group was the hottest group around; they were easy to miss.

“ ah.”  pretending is one thing that jun is no doubtedly good at, as his eyes catches onto the subtle twitch that he had perceived of seeing of the younger female, filled perhaps with what seemed like excitement at the thought of the event. body language was always difficult to conceal, even though he was taking a leap at presuming things rather spectacularly, jun mused lightly to himself. “that. i must have failed to hear it during the speech or something.” a hand raises to tap against his ear almost self deprecatingly. “ age does not befit me at all, it seems. my attention span’s grown shorter as my age exponentially rises.” he sighed dramatically. 

“but,” his head inclines in a ever slight tilt of acknowledgement, the curve of his lips still politely tilted upwards in slight amusement. she must have perceived that he hadn’t listened into the speech--that would otherwise, explain the sudden long explanation that had followed which he had been given. it was appreciated, but not really what something he had been looking forward to hearing to. “ thank you for telling me. i’m sure i needed to hear that.” 

element’s yujin strikes no chord of familiarity to him, and it must be ever so clearly written upon his features as he takes a moment to stare blankly at her after she introduces herself, before murmuring a small ah so as not to injure anyone’s pride at the moment. 

“ i don’t really listen to a lot of songs. not even alien’s at the very least. they’re not as splendid as a lot of other songs that only seem to be on the rise lately.” a finger rubs his chin out of genuine thoughtfulness. “ but i should definitely listen to element’s songs more. i’m more of a slightly more balladsy or poppy guy, not very much into the heavy, hard hitting songs. any recommendations though?” he’s genuinely interested in hearing her speak, the slight rumination of his memory enlightening him with the remembrance that element was a co-ed group, instead of a singular group of either males and females, so much like many others. “ i’ll be glad to listen to them in my own time, or discuss any random ideas of food for the food menu with you.”