[fmdxhaneul-blog]

{ fmdsohyun }

❝ do you think this is the end for us as a group ? ❞ the question’s plaintive, and hangs in the air between them both of them. sohyun’s eyes are averted, not wanting to display any sadness or desperation, but it’s apparent in the way she fumbles slightly, unable to open the can of beer.

worry surfaces in the space between them, falters the smile usually so well-adapted to his expression. his eyes glance from sohyun to the beer back to her face but he’s quick to glance away, to look elsewhere: to the television that plays movies he falls asleep, too. it brings him back to those memories, brings him back to the empty cans of beer on the coffee table, on the floor. he looks back at sohyun and breathes out his nose. 

“i didn’t know that... i’ll keep that mind for next time.” he supposes there might be more other times because every day is never less troubling than the previous. element isn’t in a great position, element isn’t doing great. period. it worries him. worries sohyun too. he sees it. 

the question is loaded, hits him hard like a freight train. colour drains from his face and he can’t control the stunned expression growing, can’t control the ominous sensation building the cracks of dry-walls. 

“i don’t...” the problem is, haneul doesn’t have an answer. he can’t read the minds of gold star, can’t envision what they’re ideas are ---- if they had any ideas. element seems like a well dried up. no water. they toss and toss buckets hoping for something but nothing. eventually, they give up throwing coins in too. it must be a waste to shell out money and get barely in return. but he shouldn’t say this. “do you need help?” he offers, changing topic for a second to collect an answer, any answer. 

“i’m sure they have plans for us.” so vague, so in-between, but he isn’t lying at least. 

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

open.

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

{ fmdeunae }

once she was inside the cafe, eunae took her time to look around since she had never been there. she could tell that there was someone in the cafe who was watching something without their headphones, busying herself with ordering a drink. once the cup was in her hands, she walked around to find a seat, eyes catching who the noise was coming from. haneul was apart of gold star, debuting a few years after eunae did with fuse. she of course had been there when he was a trainee, but the two weren’t super close which she found to be normal. given it was someone she knew, eunae couldn’t help but head over to speak with him. “don’t worry about me, haneul. it’s everyone else, i’m surprised you didn’t go find more headphones.” she laughed softly, pulling her mask away from her face. “would you like to use mine?”

relief washes over him and he smiles on cue. a familiar face is always a good thing, especially when they’re from gold star, too. there is always comfort in familiarity. 

“oh, hi, eunae.” they’re not too close, which is rather normal. greetings were exchanged when passing one another in the halls. some light conversation in the cafeteria. but still, haneul is relieved it’s her and not someone else he’ll profusely apologize to. “i didn’t know i lost my headphones until i got here,” he explains, albeit sheepish. “as long as you don’t mind? i’m sure the others here will be grateful.” laughing, he sits up straight and looks around, wincing apologetically to anyone that catches his eyes, anyone that looks mildly annoyed at him. 

there is a plus being in a relatively new and unknown group, he guesses. 

“anyway, it’s nice seeing you.” outside of work. makes them both a little more human and less of an idol jostled here and there. “no schedules today?”

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

nam haneul in colours ;  f5f5dc.

“you treat them as if they have a heart like yours but not everyone can be as soft and tender as you.”

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

{ fmdcandy }

“Assuming that you do not have a preferred name to be called and you do not seem to be pleased with the topic that your mother has shared with me, I fear that your seemingly dislike for my presence would only continue to grow.” 

this is one of the bigger surprises of his life, haneul decides, but it doesn’t make it at all too easy to come to terms with. he shrinks in candy’s presence, folds in on himself and feels less of a person. not her fault --- only his; he only blames himself for lacking in self-confidence and esteem. haneul tugs on the tie pressed too close to this throat, loosens it enough to gulp a breath or two. there is something intimidating about candy, something that causes cold sweat to line his back and creep onto his palms. 

he wipes them on his pants and tries speaking something articulate, something that won’t be offensive --- he prays. “people are built to get up again, right? or is that the optimistic perspective we’re expected to take?” bruised knees, scraped elbows, haneul doesn’t quite know if he ever got up after his hyung’s passing or is he stuck crawling on all fours, grappling at soil with blood under his nails from trying and failing --- trying and failing. he finds himself looking up at everyone --- at candy and the prestigious aura she carries. 

it’s almost admirable. 

“well, i have a childhood friend in lipstick.” kinda; he intentionally leaves that part out with a shadow of a smile that falters all too quickly. “so, i never really focused on goeun all too much.” he shrugs, hands disappearing into pockets to keep them from trembling. to haneul, the mention of a former member is rather uncomfortable. he’s afraid anything he says can be misread or taken out of context. and he can’t sweep away the inkling he’s leaving a bad impression on candy. “i don’t know if i have one. maybe...” the gears in his brain churn, the members of lipstick rotating. he can say hyeju and drop it at that. a friend. but he never quite saw her as an idol. not really. he considers telling candy it’s her, but as he pans his gaze to her, he hurriedly glances away and feels small again, timid and frightened. feels like she knows too much about him, and he doesn’t like that. “suran? yeah, suran.” he misses her playfulness --- he misses the chance to fix his impression. 

the conversations tips not in his favour --- slants lopsided and downhill. panic thrums faint in the beats of his heart. just why oh why does he never know what to say? this is all his fault for not paying attention to how his family handles themselves around others. this is all his fault for preferring the solitude under the stars and away from the society he was born into. “no, it’s... never mind.” before he says anything else. before he says something stupid --- again. haneul shakes his head, displeased at himself. he pinches the bridge of his nose, scratches the hollow of his cheek. “it’s fine. you can call me whatever you want. i just... i don’t dislike you. don’t take this the wrong way. i barely know you. i’m not good at this. meeting new people. or rather it seems like we’re being set up. i don’t like it.” 

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

{ fmdhyeju }

a loud laugh left her lips at his rambling. the memories she shared with him were a little foggy, but she was certain he probably made her smile back in the days as well. “i got you, no worries. but we can definitely catch up! how’ve you been? what’s with the sudden debut? although, i may have to answer that first.”

“is it working? will you give me an autograph?” he throws the joke aimlessly, kinda speaking his mind —- or something like that; something impulsive but tender. there is strength in being soft someone told him or he read online somewhere. naver, maybe. doesn’t know if there is an ounce of truth to that but it swells haneul with a feeling akin to confidence. “i’m kidding. you’ll always be hyeju to me.” not the sunbae, not the idol but the friend he spent countless minutes under the stars with. felt a little more like himself around.

felt a little more at ease with. less caged. less trimmed wings of a bird that can no longer fly.

in this moment, he reminisces and compares. there is similarity in divergence. there is tranquility in solitude. there is less hiccups on his pulse but now a steady buzz. his face is less warm too, less nipped by rosebuds and more calm, cool, collected —- but why does he care of appearance all of a sudden?

he clears his throat, arms on either side and palms rooted on the vanity. for a second, haneul looks at the walls: barren and white. a blank canvas ready to be painted on. so he illustrates his story, “to be honest? it was on a whim. i just decided to audition for gold star one day. parents had a hissy fit. kinda disowned me for it. a few years later, here i am? didn’t think i’d ever be an idol but i also didn’t fit what my parents wanted of me after my hyung passed away.” a sigh departs as a buffer, a pause, a moment to recover because he hasn’t mentioned his brother in ages. makes it too real; he isn’t ready. “and you? don’t think we ever had a conversation of you wanting to be a singer? how’d that happen?”

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

{ durifmd }

he nodded his head in agreement, “we do! i can’t go a long without hanging out with you, haneul!” he agrees, a small pout forming against his lips. he could only hope that it’ll happen. but, it tends to be really hard with knight’s, white knight’s, and his own schedules. “i really hope element gets a comeback soon! it’s been too long without one!” he says, another small pout forming. “don’t worry, it’s okay! it is sad to just sit around and wait for something that never seems to be coming. ah, i bet they’re really good!”

conversation is doused as an employee glides over with their order; he’s young, limbs too long and glasses hanging precariously off the tip of his nose. he’s nervous, realizing who they are —- what they do, but he deposits each dish. plates tremble, glasses do, too, and he mumbles an apology with a bowed head. haneul answers him a smile, tender and near darling before the boy hurries away, skittish and nearly walking into the banners hanging over them. haneul takes the moment to look around, fully soak in the charm of the cafe.

then his eyes settle on duri, smiling naturally. “joosung really did?” laughter is a subtle play. the skies seem to brighter with the mention of sun. “the hearts are my favourite, too. i think i add the pink sparkly one to nearly everything? i tend to sound cold if i don’t add emojis, and i do want the other person thinking i’m rude.” which already happens in person because he can’t pluck emojis from air and wave them around to prove his friendliness.

“aye, hyung.” he’s almost shy, picking at the ends of his wrap. ripping pieces of leafy lettuce and nibbling. his cheeks are warm. “but same! hanging out with you is both a necessity and luxury. maybe if we’re lucky our schedules can align, and we can catch up backstage or something.” if only —- he takes a sip of his drink, knowing very well the idea is more farfetched than a taste of reality. “i guess one good thing does come out of waiting? i can practise writing. thanks, hyung! one day i’ll show you something i’m proud of, and you can tell me what you think!”

[woojin]

more like an adorable puppy 🐶

[fmdkamiarchive]

cat woman / haneul & kami

she wanted to try and be as quick about this as possible, it was a little chilly out and she wanted to return to her home soon enough. but she couldn’t leave her little kitten’s alone. there weren’t a lot around her apartment thankfully. that made getting them fixed and released a bit easier. now, it was onto the up keep. she had built a few small homes for the cats and more often than not they would stay around. 

this was most likely the last time she come out for the night, that meant making sure they had food, and seeing if she needed to change their blankets. only two of them were visable when she got there. hovering around her, but she knew when she opened a fresh can, they would come. and the cold forced her to work a little quicker, she only stopped when she heard footsteps and stood up to see who was there. 

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

haneul suffers from this syndrome; he’s restless, finding solace in strolls to nowhere. he finds he likes the brisk wind on his face --- finds himself smiling even if the sun is a little weaker in winter and he can barely feel its rays. there is subtle warmth. hands deep in a coat too long, too puffy, he has no destination. 

it’s all about the journey, he tells himself. that’s the fun part. 

so it comes as a surprise to stumble upon a few stray kittens --- though it isn’t that much of a surprise considering how many roam the alleys and streets. one hand of his is scared after trying to pet and feed a couple a few weeks back. 

“oh, you’re good at that,” is his absentminded comment when he sees her pop open a fresh can of cat food. the cats gather around her, comfortable and hungry. it brings warmth to his face --- a small smile. “i always end up getting scratched. you must be a pro, huh?” 

[fmdmingxing]

maintaining friendship

@fmdxhaneul

Date – 16th February 2019

It’s the fans, it’s the fans who had done so Xinhei has come this far, Xinhei did bare minimum, the only things he did was being on a diet, train and practice every day, it’s the fans who has done the real work. He’s thankful, he’s very thankful for it even if he doesn’t think he deserves it, he’s still thankful. He doesn’t get to thank them often though, he gets to thank them during lives on Instagram or during v-lives but in person he only has few seconds when he passes by them except from fanmeetings, fanmeetings are the times where he gets to enjoy being with them.

It’s been fun again, it’s always fun and he’s happy to connect with his fan this way but this fanmeeting has come to an end (he’ll however get to see his fans again tomorrow), as always he smiles brightly at the fans waving to them, he probably looks stupid with all the jewelry and hats the fans have given him but the fans seem to enjoy it so he doesn’t mind. After saying goodbye and thanking his fans one last time he finally walks away.

A smile appears on his face as he walks away from his members over to another familiar face, as much as he loves his members, they’re annoying and sometimes he enjoys being with others, just like right now.

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

more often than not nam haneul is programmed to act upon whims. he has this impulsive side that’s neither dangerous nor a threat. it’s mild mannered because he is --- soft around the edges, gummy smile, tousled hair. 

he doesn’t bother styling himself. accurately, getting himself styled. not that anyone will recognize him. element hasn’t quite made their mark yet in the industry and that includes the general public. 

which is... oddly satisfying? he doesn’t have to hide. he can walk out without a mask without risk of being swarmed. 

but he does anyway. impulse’s fansign is full of diehard dedication and people who might know him. haneul isn’t too confident in the fact but it’s a possibility he’d rather not see to fruition. he goes for a friend, to support xinhei and to snatch him for a few hours to refuel after another tiresome day. 

maybe xinhei’s wrist cramped after signing so many albums. maybe he’s a bit dehydrated conversing with so many voices. maybe he’s tired and just needs an evening of being someone else rather than an idol.

a black bag in hand with drinks, snacks and heat packs, haneul waddles to xinhei with a smile that reaches his eyes. “hey, hey, man!” he waves just as energetically, a spike in enthusiasm simply for laying his eyes on a friend. “you done with everything? is it haneul time now? kidding, kidding. how was the fansign? tired?”

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

open.

he misplaces his airpods between home and wisteria cafe.

perhaps in the taxi he took. perhaps in the jeans he swapped for thick, cotton joggers. perhaps they tumbled from pockets and landed on the curb, smashed to smithereens by an unsuspecting vehicle. all the possibilities and haneul stops thinking about it.

richman’s disease or something. no value for materials. no remorse. he can buy another pair — buy a pair for each day of the week. but haneul doesn’t do this.

so he sits on the red seats tucked in one corner of wisteria cafe where walls are glass and there are real plants, phone dropped against a tall cup of iced coffee half-gone as my hero academia plays loud. it’s too cold for the patio and the main area isn’t full but isn’t too private either.

haneul likes having time to himself to not really do anything but rot his mind on two dimensional entertainment. most boxes on his calendar are empty — no schedules, no family affairs. he has peace of mind or trying to chase for semblance of such. he gets lost in the heroic antics of students, in the crime fighting, in the fantasy of having powers because if he had abilities, he’d use them to give element a comeback.

not one that’s in the works but one set for next week because he’d rather hear the screech of sneakers on wooden floors than someone clearing their throat. mortified, haneul pauses the video and gawks, red widespread on his face. “i’m sorry! was that too loud? i didn’t mean to. i can —- i can keep it quiet from now on.” that must be why he’s being interrupted, right? he’s bothering someone. ruining their free-time because he recognizes them. another idol. another one of him who probably came here to relax and not here out of context screaming.

[dangkaniels]

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

set at lotte world not too, too late but the sun has set and the moon is shining but that doesn’t stop haneul from having fun with @fmdnamsoo​.

this is it — a rather impromptu night out with namsoo. haneul has waited days for this. his managers think he went home for a quick visit, a sentimental moment of catching up with his parents but it isn’t. he’s at lotte world, rocking on the heels of his feet in a combination of excitement, nerves and low temperature. every breath smokes in front of him, filtering through the essential black mask to survive the night. doubt anyone’ll recognize him but just in case.

he hasn’t done this — sneaking to an amusement park. can’t recall if he’s ever been to one but regarding his family, haneul thinks it’s a highly unlikely excursion. he hears his father’s gruff voice now: ‘yah, nam haneul. that’s a lowly thing to do. stop embarrassing the family.’

but this is another step in his rebellion and who better to share the experience with than namsoo. on paper, they can’t be more divergent. however it’s the differences that brings them together. makes them friends. haneul cherishes his company.

“so, what do people usually do first? do we buy those animal headbands? i call the cat ears if there are any!” he’s giddy through the entrance then stopping dead in his tracks to admire the first portion of the park where the sights and smells are already overwhelming. “or we can match. i’m not opposed to that.”

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

{ fmdhyeju }

she motioned for him to follow her before finding an empty dressing room. “they don’t use all of these rooms, you know. great place to hide out for a while from your manager or whatever ex that just so happens to be promoting with you, trust me.” while the latter part wasn’t from her own experience, she’s seen it happen plenty of times before. “just take it as advice from a senior in this industry.”

flashbacks are a concrete materialization in the back of his mind. single file, they travel and replay at the forefront. he can’t help but compare situations.

different — a good kind of different.

yet similarities are still present: the attire and masks not their own, the need for a getaway to be wholly themselves. some things really don’t change.

he finds listening to her to be... therapeutic — fitting? haneul can’t quite put his finger on it but what she says amuses him. so he chuckles. “and you ended up debuting a future top tier group.” congratulations and flower wreaths are late, so he hopes a shadow of a grin makes do.

following hyeju inside a dressing room is nostalgic. there may not be stars above them — as if those are visible in the city — but the privacy is welcomed. he can’t imagine what his manager will say to him if he gets caught too close with her. those thoughts are pushed away, swept under the rug as he breathes a sigh of relief. haneul doesn’t like crowds; they are suffocating.

he doesn’t like talking too many people but one.

his smile is soft — expression kind. “you look really cool right now. giving me advice and all.” he leans on the edge of a vanity, fingers drumming on the hard surface. “i will be sure to keep this in mind if i ever need to do both.” which will most likely end up being the former. hopefully. “or we can use it as a means to catch up. like a rooftop except... you know... not. like an evolution? do i make sense? please stop me if i’m not.” oh dear—-he’s rambling.

of all times, why now?

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

{ fmdyujin }

putting on a fake act, she pretended to be a bit upset when he answered in an unsure tone, a pout making its way across her face. “aww, but i always wanted a love song written about me.” she closed the notebook, not wanting to pry any further if the male was uncomfortable. handing it back to him, she broke off the act and replaced the pout with a smile instead. “i didn’t read too much into it. just a couple words here and there, but it looks nice! you’ve always been a good writer, and if you had a melody in mind for it, i’m sure it’ll sound just as good as well.” her words weren’t just white lies to make the elder male feel better. she was genuine when it came to the respect she had for him and how he wrote his lyrics, and she was excited at the fact that he seemed to be venturing further.

warmth sneaks onto his cheeks, multiplies there ‘till haneul is sure he’s near blushing. he hides behind his hands for four seconds for breathing exercises: inhale, exhale. and he feels pregnant for an obscure moment — which is an odd enough sentiment that cools him down to blink and collect whatever wits remained.

he sighs, flipping through the journal and eyeing the scribbles that are the maelstrom of two am longings and two pm cravings. food is mentioned more times than appropriate and haneul can only blame writing in niche cafes for being distracted.

his sight narrows at yujin, deciphering her words and reading through the lines. “anyone giving you a love song has to go through me first.” a jest with a jest and toothy grin to lighten the mood. although, haneul isn’t the least bit upset at her. curiosity — he understands it. acts on its whims from time to time — like peaking into the girls’ cupboards for cookies n’ cream pepero or strawberry pocky.

“thanks, yujinnie.” he is grateful — he really is but there is a pessimist trapped in his act of optimism. so he stays not sure, lacking confidence, low self-esteem. “but i don’t know. i think it can be better? or i’m being too hard on myself. i need a second opinion.” he looks at her directly, a light bulbing going off in one hundred watt glory. “do... would you mind if i show you some more and tell me what you think? be honest. don’t hold back!”

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

{ fmdcandy }

Candy keeps the graceful smile on her lips and turns to his mother. “Actually, your mother sang praises about you and has voiced out her motherly concerns for you.” It was a must to remain poised at moments like this and keep influential people fond of her. “I am also aware that you’re a year older than me. I hope you wouldn’t mind it if I address you as oppa instead.” Most guys would be alarmed by that. When Oh! dropped and they called guys oppa on stage, it was as if they were meant to cause heart attack any time of the day. “Please do take care of me, Haneul oppa.”

a fish tank — haneul is caught in a fish tank of transparency and clear visibility. he hates it, wants to swim away but there are walls everywhere. he gets too close and sees his reflection taunting him. there is nothing beyond.

there is no way out.

candy has a larger than life presence that intimidates him, strikes down on him and hammers him in place. haneul can barely maintain eye contact, finding it much easier for his sanity and nerves to glimpse elsewhere — pretend she isn’t really there. although, she is and he’s foolish for attempting so.

he’s an idiot.

if his brother could only be around, haneul won’t be here. he’ll be pink haired and perhaps scaling a rooftop to avoid the one on one. confrontations whittle him down to someone of few words, dumb responses and a flesh bag of butterflies. where is composure? where is logic?

gone, gone, gone.

“don’t really like surprises.” example: today aka right now aka in this very moment he let that answer slip without filter. damn you, nam haneul. he is truly his own worst enemy. no one can him down better than his self. “sunbae—-is it all right to call you that?” a late correction is better than none, he assumes, wishes, prays mentally in a mantra. “everyone in lipstick is quite well known. always hear your name mentioned by trainees at the company.”

he think he’s being tested or something — tested if he’s actually a fan or not but he can’t read candy. not that he bothers to hold eye contact longer than half a second. pathetic of him really. “dolls,” he automatically quips. the title escaping in an exhale that may be confused as a sigh; at best, an accident. haneul coughs to hide the noise. “but i do like like a cat.” his hands move to do the signature choreography but he freezes, wincing when he remembers where he is and who he is watching.

his parents are too, too faraway. he can sense his mother’s unwavering stare on him. clearing his throat, he regains composure. “did she now? i was hoping she’d be a little more private about me. especially with whatever concerns she has should be kept within family.” dammit—-the curse is either mental or aloud, haneul swears he bites it back but his tongue buzzes otherwise. and he doesn’t dwell on it, a smidge upset his mother spoke of him to others.

the toll it has on his mood shows as he imagines what his mother said to her: not at all like his brother but what can we do, wants to be an idol but that group he’s in isn’t doing well, wish he could be at least half as successful as you—-haneul snaps himself out of it, shaking his head. “you can call me whatever you’re most comfortable with. i don’t care.” mind — he meant don’t mind but too late as always.

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

{ fmdeunji }

There was a small countdown of sorts, allowing not only the idols but the radio show host to ready themselves for the show that was about to take place. She glanced over the list of topics and questions they were going to try to get through during the course of the show, a small sigh leaving her lips as she tried to gather her thoughts and bearings in order to make it through the show. Suddenly music started playing, causing her to jump, before she relaxed. “Ah, Eunji ssi! A little scared?” The radio host asked, and she forced a laugh, her smile almost coming across as completely genuine. “Yes, I was just a little caught off guard. Give a girl a little warning next time, will you?” She tried to turn it into a joke, before introductions were made. “Hello, I’m the lead rapper and lead dancer of Gal.actic, Eunji.”

haneul prides himself on so few elements: bad puns like this one and listening. he is a good listener, albeit his parents might disagree but he can sit and listen to someone talk for hours without getting bored or sleepy. so, he doesn’t miss a word eunji relies to him, ears perked and eyes soaking in view of her — that she is actually there and lending him pointers? he’s scared to move, scared the reality might crumble.

it never does and he’s thankful.

“my friends say i have a big head too. i tried to pass it off as it being just my hair but...” laughter effectively cuts him off and perfect timing too. eunji kindly plops the headphones on him. again, she got close and his heart swells due to her genorisity. he cups his hands over the headphones, knowing very well his cheeks might be tomato red. “thanks! they fit just fine.” he is a little too amazed they don’t sit high above his ears but it’s little to do with the headphones and more on eunji’s kindness.

he’ll remember this and her advice. little button on the side — got it!

the nerves surging through his system fare a lot better and a lot slower. haneul is grateful for the ease but he is still quite nervous. cold sweat drenches his back and sticks hair to the side of his face. he reminds himself to vent to joosung later or the girls with maybe a few bottles of hite beer and fried chicken. even considers buying some for eunji as a sincere thank you for taking care of me gift.

he barely pays attention when the radio segment begins, the hosts scripted introductions coming off silent rather than lively. but that’s just haneul; he hears eunji crystal and characteristically misses his cue when the host mentions he appears a bit scared too.

“hello, i’m nam haneul of element. this is my first radio appearance alone, so i am a little bit...” gulp. “scared.” then smile no one is going to see but the people in the room — but eunji. so haneul hopes it was genuine enough and less frightened. he doubts it though. the host picks up his slight and engages, asking if there is another reason, alluding to perhaps being with a senior in the industry.

honest haneul denies this not. and spews something that should have been for later. oh well. “ah, yes. eunji-ssi is my ideal type. i’m happy and nervous to be here.”

[fmdxhaneul-blog]

{ durifmd }

“i’m good! i’m just doing some of my solo stuff right now, but today was one of the days i didn’t have anything to do, which i’m happy about because it meant we finally got to hang out! i wish we could do it more often!” duri says, his soft smile growing a bit. “what about you?”

this is tranquil, haneul confirms to no one other than himself. he does that — suffer from inner monologues and admissions. he takes in the atmosphere, tastes it, basks in it, then decides if he actually likes it.

small cafe breaks during a rain shower? he likes it. catching up with one of his favourite hyungs? he likes it more.

haneul can’t wipe the smile off his face as he listens to duri. “congratulations by the way! did i ever tell you or...” his memory betrays him but he swears on an oath he must have at least texted duri a message with more emojis than actual words: loads of hearts, sparkles, flowers and emojis with teeth, grinning. another thing he decides he likes. “congratulations again because why not?” he chortles, acting cute — which is less of an act but more of a in-depth preview of who haneul is around hyungs.

“i have free time. we have to do this again without months passing us by.” though the chances of that are slim. haneul plants it, waters it, hopes it flowers. “oh, you know. the same old same old? preparing for this comeback that doesn’t ever seem to come...” that’s a downer, he realizes and rubs sheepishly at his nape. “m’sorry. that sounded sad. but yeah, i’m working on lyrics. though, i’m not too confident in them.”