Timeless

Malivalaya 'Maya' Chanthara : 7rophy's maknae : 27.02.99

[fmdmaya]

fmdyuzu​:

fmdmaya​:

- @fmdyuzu​

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yuzu raises a brow at their youngest when the strong words reach her. maya has never been the type of person to sugarcoat her words and for that she was very much the fool’s favourite maknae in the entire world. with her own sense of loving mischief and causing trouble, having maya was a blessing. 

despite this she couldn’t help but find it just a tiny bit doubtful when the younger one expresses her obvious disdain to the situation unfolding before them. it was an open secret how close max and maya were from the fact they lived next to each other to the fact how maya would just sometimes be unavailable due to max keeping her holed up with him.

sometimes yuzu wondered if they were truly only just friends but never a person to judge or push an issue, she merely observed and hummed in response. “i mean- it’s not like I was much better with sese. are they a thing now?”

Unable to help herself, she rolls her eyes when the older girl reminds her that couples do tend to behave atrociously including Yuzu and her beloved Sese. But there is a sense of tolerance there, because for one thing Yuzu and her boyfriend actually make a lovely couple. She also doesn’t feel the need to hurl something at them violently every time they are being sweet because if anything Maya is protective of Yuzu and if Sehoon does something shady she has the right to drop kick him straight at his head. 

Max, however, is another case of no-no square altogether. “God only knows, I’m not his keeper so I wouldn’t know where or whom he lets near his pee-pee.” Maya always had a way with words and right now she simply doesn’t have the nicest thing to say about this current seen. “Besides, I’m used to you and your boo-thang being gross. You’ve given me plenty of time to get used to it. But this shit is new and as I said earlier, I just don’t need to such shit in my life.” God how she desperately wished she could have a drink right now, preferable one with a strong dose of alcohol in it. 

[fmdmaya]

fmdjace​:

◤your rules

❝ why you always in a mood? fuckin ‘round, actin’ brand new i ain’t tryna tell you what to do, but try to play it cool baby, i ain’t playing by your rules everything look better with a view @fmdmaya

“i swear to god-“ jihoon sighs loudly, placing the can of beer on the floor and holding his head in between his hands. sometimes, he regrets his life choices. sometimes, he thinks maya is cute, sometimes, he wants to throw her in front of a bus. right now, it was the later one. after a few seconds of weighting his options, the male looks at her and squints. “call me that one more time and i’ll have to add an assault to my fucking record…“ he mutters, loud enough for only her. not it mattered. it was just him and maya, sitting in front of his villa at 3am, the usual.

it had been a while since jihoon got in any trouble with anyone really, and he planned to keep it that way. even if maya was really pushing it now “not only did i agree to fucking buy you beer, and invite you over to mine after this shit show, but you have the guts to treat me like that. disgusting.” he says with a scoff and picks up her drink, taking a rather large gulp before returning the can to her. god, it had been ages since he had nice american beer.

Stifling a laugh as she bites down her lower lip, it takes every ounce of her not to turn away and continue to look directly at Jihoon. Time with the male idol has proven to be interesting and a new experience almost every second spent. Maya could never tell if it would be a night heated passion or simply them shitting talking each other much like that very moment. Whatever it may be, she knew it’ll never be boring with Jihoon. 

“Oh my bad... you, freak in the sheets.” Maya should win an award with how well she kept a straight face after saying that and deviating from calling him ‘lover boy’ again into another variant. “Aye! You’ve got your own shitty beer to dispose off, stop taking mine.” Lightly shoving him off as he returned the drink to her, “besides the mere fact that you invited me over at 3am, constitute this kind of shitty treatment, beer or not.” 

[fmdmaya]

fmdseola​:

fmdmaya​:

- @fmdseola​

 As the leader, it’s Seola’s job to always stay awake and cover her members’ asses if ever any of them overslept or something. She’s used to being the group’s older sister/mom figure, that hearing a soft ripping sound has her on high alert. Eyes going wide, her head snaps to the left where she sees Maya gesturing to her for help. 

Nodding, Seola makes sure to discreetly approach the stylist with the kindest nature in their styling team. After all, there were some stylists who would have made a scene and blown the issue out of proportion. The stylist then sighs and hands Seola a needle and thread from her styling kit. If it’s a small rip, Seola can handle it on her own. However, bigger emergencies require the help of an expert. With these in hand, Seola and the stylist head over to where Maya is waiting. 

With the fondest sigh she can muster, Seola asks, “Okay, Maya, where’s the rip and how did it happen?”

The alert expression is painted clear in Seola’s gorgeous features. Maya often finds herself feeling smug or proud whenever knowing her fellow members don’t have the looks but the definite talent that comes along with it. That aside right now, this wasn’t one of those moments purely because Maya felt instantly awful for causing trouble so close to their performance. 

“Just right here.” Turning ever so slightly and exposing the tear at the back, cutting just about an inch below her right shoulder blade. “I think it happened when I was trying to push myself up.” Blinking her big round eyes sheepishly as she gestures towards the sofa she had fallen asleep in. She really should have known better than to stay up drinking with Jace the night before. 

[fmdmaya]

- @fmdseola​

Oh dear lord, she should not have fallen asleep a few sets before going on stage. To be fair, the costumes and make up for this live show was fairly simple and comfortable to Maya, that sitting while sitting on the sofa waiting for the rest of the members got done, she got bored with gaming on her phone and inevitably falling asleep. 

... and also ripping the side of her top.  

“Fuck.” hissing under her breath, looking slightly panicked around trying to make sure that none of the managers was near her to hear her cursing or see the predicament she is in. But of course, instantly she could feel someone’s laser eyes on her. Turning towards the sharp gaze directed her way, “...help.” Maya pleadingly whines at Seola, waving her hand as she gestures for leader aid her in her time of need. 

[fmdmaya]

biyufmd​:

time: late afternoon, june 3rd

for: you?

it wasn’t altogether surprising that she spent the day alone. upon reflection, while biyu considered herself fun, bright and vivacious, she couldn’t say that she had all that many friends of her own. whatever. what the fuck ever.

it was almost uncharacteristic of her to be so deep in thought about this. who needed other people? they were fun, sure. playthings. she didn’t need their support, though, usually. she wanted to be an object of idolization, not affection. she wanted to be untouchable, beautiful, and admired. that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to be entirely alone today.

she donned her best outfit, wanting to feel the most herself she could - it was her birthday, after all. she found a seat in the cafe and ordered a cappuccino, thanking the waitress who returned with it, and setting it down, only to knock it over as soon as the woman walked away.

“shit.” she cursed through gritted teeth, trying her best to save her diary even as the hot liquid dripped onto her. scanning the area around her, she looked pleadingly at a familiar face. an idol. surely they couldn’t afford to be seen as rude, so they were her best bet for help, right? “i’m sorry, could i borrow some napkins from you table? i’m having the worst day.”

As far as disguises go this is the most comfortable one she’s ever paraded in. The elite cafe wasn’t all that crowded, given that it isn’t in a busy part of town either and it’s the middle of the afternoon. If anything, there was more business meetings happening around her than people on their coffee break. 

Settling in further deeper into her booth, Maya seeps at her steaming hot mocha as she idly scroll through the music files in her laptop. The youngest member of 7rophy spent the last night composing and writing songs that could be pitched in for any future comeback in the upcoming year. Apparently the need to contribute and step up within her band has been brewing in her for a while now. 

Almost lost in her own thoughts, Maya is probably just as startled as the other customer when the drink was spilled. Quickly sitting up straight, more alert than ever, she quickly offered her assistance. Force of habit and mannerism embedded in her at a young age, that she nearly did not recognise her fellow idol. 

“Oh hey- yeah sure sure.” Passing Bibi her tray of napkins that was generously placed in her table earlier that day when Maya settled in. “Damn, I’m sorry to hear that. Well, at least there isn’t any managers pestering around.” Maya shrugs attempting to light up the mood, she doesn’t personally know Bibi to be well acquainted enough with the rookie idol during their times doing promotions at the same time. Idols tended to socialize when given the chance during music shows and a few times, 7rophy members were roomed close to Chroma. 

[fmdmaya]

fmdxmax​:

fmdiris​:

[tw: intoxication weed]

a huge part of him wishes they could sit in silence for a while longer before he’s ready to make sense out of the mess inside his head. it’s dark up there for sure but the light at the end of it all is one he’s not sure he wants to run to. light means clarity and clarity means truth and truth is not always something beneficial to ones emotional state. sometimes dwelling disorientated in miserable confusion is easier than facing the inevitable. 

but of course iris wouldn’t let him have that. he inhales sharply but relaxes a second later, helpless to how boneless her fingers in his hair leave him. “too much,” he begins vaguely because that’s the simple, short truth.

“my ears won’t stop ringing from the constant pressure due to the flying back and forth…. everyone in the project group from max step probably thinks I’m going to be the front and center because of origin’s success. when I agreed to this project I was so excited to work with new people but now I feel like I’m just a marketing joke.” it’s a start. his lips move on their own accord, arms tightening a little around her as he rubs his eyes against the soft fabric of her hoodie- was it his hoodie? 

“we just finished shooting a japanese mv and now we got another song in all english presented to us- origin always stood strong on the opinion of never doing a song in all english. I can practically hear the masses chanting at us being hypocrites.”

[tw: intoxication weed]

As interesting and almost beautiful to watch the range of emotions play on his rather expressive features the silents further worries her. As a musicians silence usually does not amount to any good. As peaceful as it may be, it allows spiralling thoughts to occur not far to what Max is currently going through at the moment. 

It was her turn to remain quiet. The moment is too fragile, if Maya breaks his momentum now than there is a possibility that he would completely shut off. Her grip tightens on his hair and further pulling him closer to her as she reciprocated his touch. 

“Oh, you fool.” A gentle empathetic smile graces her lips as Maya whispers on the crown of Max’s head. “someone out there would find something wrong with what you’re doing regardless of what you’re performing. Whether the song is in english, japanese, russian or korean.” Shaking her head as her own personal experience flashes before her thoughts. 

“This world does not lack hate, Einstein.” A sigh escapes her and falls between them. “You of all people know what it’s like to go through the ups and downs of every move in this ‘glamourous’ life that we’ve chosen...” Maya doesn’t want to nag him, not at all and she fears if she continues talking down the same path as she is now that is exactly what she would end up doing. 

“I think you just need some good sleep, buzz lightyear. Or good food, which I got you covered, buddy.  All that fuzz, stress and tiredness is clearly not doing you any good.”

[fmdmaya]

- @fmdyuzu​

“It’s disgusting.” Shaking her head as she watches the scene unfold before her. “Absolutely disgusting.” Maya doesn’t necessarily consider herself a hater, she simply does not have enough fucks given. Not even in the matters of her best friend and from what it looks like the girl he is enamoured with. 

Nonetheless, as someone who doesn’t particularly care for public display of affection, having to witness such a scene is too much for her. Turning towards her fellow 7rophy member, Yuzu who happens to be standing beside her at the time while shaking her head. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for him. But I just don’t need to see such things. Especially in a pool party.”

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