disaster cloaked in skin

kang in-sik — s.o.s est. '93 " are you a sinner or a saint ? " " will you sink or swim ? " main dancer, rapper, vocalist of mon:star

[insikvld]

tatumvld‌:

As annoyed as Tatum should be by the other’s attitude, she was also curious as to who exactly had shit in his cereal this morning.Or, perhaps he was just like this all the time, but it’s not as if she would know. Still, they say curiosity killed the cat, so maybe continuing this conversation with Insik even though he clearly didn’t want to be bothered was how she would die. She did have to admit, there was something about his tone and sarcasm that didn’t sit well with her.

“Are you hard of hearing? Or is it just selective?” The young blonde questioned, an eyebrow raised without once taking her eyes away from the idol. “I told you I thought this was the room I was looking for, but it isn’t. So, no, I don’t need it for anything.” Adding a shrug, she sighed out of her nose. It was strange, the way her body was willing her to stay even though she knew she should go and check on Yon shortly. “Are you always this good at making friends, or am I special?”

If they could read each other’s mind, it wouldn’t have taken them long to realize they were rather on the same page, a sparking fuse between them as both took the time to allow their gazes to bore into one another. The room, while quiet, was abuzz with an tingling anger that crept and seeped into his skin, the acrid taste causing his lips to curl in slight.

With venom on his teeth, he’d bite back.

Palms pressed to the floor, the dancer cocked a brow, jaw clenched as he allowed his head to swivel back to the mirror. With his gaze narrowed, the Frenchman huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head as he rose to his feet.

“I tend to stop listening to assholes immediately,” he answered simply, meandering over to his bag, zipping it up. He wrangled on his pullover sweartshirt. “Words just tend to go in one ear and out the other.”

He throws her a smirk.

“And let me guess ‘that’s what I’m doing right now’. Ha, so hilarious.”

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tatumvld‌:

It had taken Tatum a moment to recognise just who she’d walked in on, not recognising the voice at first listen. There was only really one idol who spoke in a voice laced with a French accent, so she figured it must have been Insik. She didn’t know a lot about him, only that he could be a little… Prickly. Well, she supposed that was if you didn’t know him well.

“I don’t knock on doors to rooms I think are mine, do you?” The shorter woman questioned with a tone akin to sass, turning around to fold her arms across her chest, looking the man up and down where he’d clearly slid down the wall before sitting down. Although she couldn’t help the curiosity that came to her as she wondered why he was in this room alone. “What are you doing in here, anyway?”

If his eyes were able to roll back any further they would have just as soon traveled down his throat. He’d choke on them at that point, ruin himself in the strangest ways only to find that he’d been blind in perhaps more ways than one.

But all of this was hypothetical, including the first question she posed. An answer could be provided, but what was the use? A pair of squawking birds that simply wanted their individual voices to be heard—ugh, it really ran his energy dry. Drained him at the simple thought of it all.

Through a groan he offered an answer, sitting up from his position on the floor as to prevent himself from remaining in a compromising position. Although she was unlikely to pull any sort of stunt, he couldn’t be too certain with her.

“I was practicing. Laid down to rest, then fell asleep.” And here she wanted to make him sound like a criminal of some sort. “Why? Do you need the room for something urgently?”

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tatumvld‌:

Clad in her black bomber jacket, black cap, and black jeans to match, Tatum was only ever dressed like this when she was working. She was inconspicuous, but stylish enough to fit in among Papillon’s crowd. He was currently working, taken away for whatever music show taping he had scheduled today, and the only thing the younger woman could do was wait. Honestly, that’s what a lot of her job consisted of, and as anxious as she felt when she couldn’t see him when he was working, she knew the soloist was in good hands.

Sometimes when certain shoots took quite a long time, Tatum liked to explore backstage while Yon worked. Not only did it help her to familiarise herself with any possible entrances and exists for people to sneak in or out of, but it was kind of fun. And, sometimes she’d find some interesting things, or meet some interesting people. It wasn’t hard for the young woman to make friends, she was a very friendly person and loved to talk (maybe too much, sometimes). But she’d been known to make friends in some interesting ways. 

It had been a while since Yon was taken away, and she figured it wouldn’t be too long before he would be returning. So, after borrowing an apple from the catering table for a snack, she began to make her way back to the his waiting room. Although, she mustn’t have read the signs correctly as she opened the door, quickly realising that this wasn’t the room she was looking for. “Oh!” She practically squeaked, turning her back to the body in the room and covering her eyes with her hands as best she could, juice from the fruit making her fingers sticky. “I’m so sorry! I have the wrong room.”

There was plenty that ground his gears, but nothing more so than the fact that when he wished to be alone, he simply wanted everyone out of his space. With his head buried in the clouds of his thought, the Frenchman found himself wandering the halls of the company, looking for somewhere quiet to hide away if even just for an hour before heading home. With an swelling headache beginning to blossom, he acquired the next empty room and settled down against a wall, forgoing the array of available chairs.

At the sound of a door opening but moments later, he couldn’t help but let out a groan of frustration. People would never let him have a moment of peace, what that is?

Refusing to open his eyes as the person entered, the man’s eyebrows scrunched together, nose wrinkling in mild disgust and frustration.

“Couldn’t think to knock?” the young man murmured, lip snarling in slight as the letters slipped from the tip of his tongue.

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[fmdcharoen]

I write this with a very heavy heart, but I will be leaving Famed. As the last semester of my master’s degree begins, I will need all of my free time to prepare my portfolio, start my job search, and take care of myself.

I already miss writing for Charoen and Insik, but I do hope to have them live on somewhere else, quite likely indie. If writing with them indie interests you, feel free to message me on Charoen.

I may return one day, but only time may tell.

Thank you to all of you who have been kind and encouraging. I wish you the best x

[insikvld]

If there was one thing he needed, it was to simply rest and be himself for a moment’s time without cameras in his face. Sure, he’d been used to it for plenty of years, but there was something about the holiday season that seemed to make such circumstances far more suffocating than possible anticipated. In this moment, this sliver of time, he found himself staring at an array of ceramic pots from behind blue color contacts, his vision blurry from staring too long.

A cough sounded somewhere in the distance, and the young man blinked thrice, vision corrected and as a nearly crooked smile paraded across otherwise uneasy features.

“What do you think?” he began, briefly glancing at the other before reaching for a small potted plant, “House plants for our staff? Is that an acceptable ‘thank you’ gift?”

[insikvld]

fmdalyssia‌:

{text to »»—♡ unknown number} help

{text to »»—♡ unknown number} I just finished some emotional scenes for hdl and I can’t stop crying

{text to »»—♡ unknown number} I feel so heavy from the top of my head to the tips of my toes

{text to »»—♡ unknown number} also my nose hurts from crying so much

{text to »»— alyssia } sounds horrible, honestly {text to »»— alyssia } are you sure you’re not sick? {text to »»— alyssia } because quite frankly that would explain a lot

[insikvld]

— @fmdalyssia​

“I promised you coffee,” he began, a single brow raised in uncertainty as he, too, gazed at the strange concoction they were told was their requested drink. Taking his spoon, the young man dipped it past the drink’s surface, brows raising even higher as he sought to understand what had been brought out to them. “But I’m honestly not quite sure what this is.”

Removing the spoon, he carefully took note of the little evidence there was.

“You don’t suppose they gave us the wrong things, do you?” Dark eyes glanced to the young woman’s order. “Did they at least get your’s right?”

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fmdjune‌:

“oh, two, i’m sorry.” with a roll of her eyes, the sarcastic laugh rolled off her tongue easily, surprising even herself, quieting for a pause. though she hadn’t meant it rudely, she didn’t exactly want to be too familiar with insik — keeping a healthy distance was what was best. 

“that was as many as we had. and yours were probably better, objectively,” she added, more seriously, a tentative smile disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. 

when she looked over and saw him watching her, she glanced away, confused by the way he made her feel. he was virtually a mystery to her, it wasn’t like she knew him well at all, and yet he made the nerves in her stomach boil over with just a grin, a glance in her direction. it was frustrating, to have to monitor herself so closely again, even if only for brief periods at a time, and even if it wasn’t his fault she felt the way she did, she couldn’t help but blame him. 

a snort escaped her at his odd phrasing, pulling her knees to her chest and stilling her expression once more. “hardly something most people would brag about.” 

“i’d have to, to see an easter bunny performing cactus? of course.” she smirked, shaking her head. “sorry to burst your bubble.” 

“I’m horrified,” he answered, allowing a rather faux frown to scrawl across his face. There had been plenty of reasons for him to have truly grumbled, to have rolled his eyes and called it as it was, but instead he continued to watch her, as if expecting a follow up of some sort. Adjusting his position, the young man release a quiet sigh, frown transforming into a smirk as he stared now at the ceiling.

“An Easter bunny performing ‘Cactus’? That sounds like the vision of a madman,” Insik commented, chuckling quietly as he crossed his arms over his chest. Wrinkling his nose, his shook his head. “I feel like you could see that for less than whatever you’d have to pay to see me do it.”

After another few seconds, he exhaled, sitting up in his seat with a soft chuckle. His hands aimlessly turned the phone over in his lap, eyes distant once more until he found his attention flickering back to June.

“Well, next time I’m dressed to look like a scary holiday creature, I’ll let you know. You’ll get a good laugh out of it, at least.”

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fmddaisuke‌:

Daisuke took a moment to really think about his answer. Was it possible to get that spark back? Even if it was just for a day? He wasn’t so sure. He felt as though life had a funny way of ripping the wonder and amazement people have for life. Growing up and being forced to face the harsh realities of what life is actually like - the bad things, not just the good, really darkened one’s perspective. Even though he had never been a particularly innocent or wide eyed child, he did wish he could go back to the innocence he held back then. Before he had seen and acknowledged how corrupt the world was. “I don’t think so,” he answered honestly. “Life has a way of dampening the spark inside of people as they get older.”

“Pretty sucky, huh?”

That, of course, felt like a major understatement if nothing else. They’d both certainly spent months upon years and furthermore attempting to find that spark again, and there was little doubt in his mind that they would be searching for the rest of their known lives. It was a pity, really, to see such a thing squashed out of them at a young age, but in a way, perhaps it was for the best. At least it wouldn’t hurt them as much if it were later in life?

“The sad part is we’re not even pretending like it’s possible,” he murmured, rubbing a palm along the side of his face.

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fmdjune‌:

“please.” a scoff escaped her at the idea that mars wouldn’t have a crowd. it could have been bias speaking, but she knew they had a solid fanbase, especially given the group’s age and experiences. focusing on that kept her from focusing on his smile, trying to maintain some control over her feelings. she told herself it wasn’t butterflies she felt, convincing herself it was anything but. “didn’t you have, like, three comebacks this year? i think they saw an opportunity to embarrass you with an audience and took it.” 

“i’m sure some of them do, but that’s quite a jump to make.” she cocked her head, a quick flash of a grin betraying her intentions, truly just messing with him. “better safe than sorry, though, i guess.” 

her fingers tapped on the side of her phone, the screen having gone dark as she tried to keep some semblance of normal behavior up, looking for anywhere else to direct her attention other than on him. 

“i don’t know about that, but i’d pay to see you try and perform as the easter bunny. must’ve been a sight.”   

Her confidence was quite the foil to his own self-doubt, a prickling sort of feeling that hovered at the tips of his fingers before shooting through his entire hand, as if a live wire had been set next to it. In a way he was electrified, awake yet unable to truly move and express the internal waves that washed over him. As if to split the difference, a cracked sort of smirk crawled across his lips, which held together tightly.

Clearing his throat, the young man shrugged, as if suggesting there was a throwaway aspect to all of it.

“Two, yea,” Insik corrected, knitting fingers together and holding them behind his head. Dark eyes watched the young woman, wondering what tinkered and turned within her ivory walls, although he made no attempt at creaking beneath them. Such a thing was not his business, and he was certain she’d never truly answer him and instead would offer quips and playful sneers. Quite honestly, he would have done the same, and therefore he could accept such a response from her in return. From others, however, it may have come off as pretentious.

“What can I say, I known for jumping.” A vague statement that he’d let he take whatever way made the most sense to her.

As she spoke again, he chuckled, eyes rolling as if in an attempt to fall from his skull.

“You’d feed into the insanity? I thought you were better than that.”

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fmdwooshik‌:

{ 📩 ⇾ insik } I didn’t think it’d be easy, honestly { 📩 ⇾ insik } I appreciate the confidence you have in your hyung { 📩 ⇾ insik } I think you’re pretty funny without the wine 

{ 📩 ⇾ wooshik } ㅋㅋㅋㅋ { 📩 ⇾ wooshik } if i was better connected with my emotions then maybe it would be laborious { 📩 ⇾ wooshik } always. always confident in you hyung { 📩 ⇾ wooshik } really? maybe the dark humor is finally breaking through ㅋㅋ

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fmddaisuke‌:

“I think it gets less and less interesting because we’re getting older. Halloween loses a lot of its spark when you become an adult.” Although Daisuke didn’t particularly have a lot of spark towards the holiday when he was a child either. He didn’t hate it, but he didn’t love it like a lot of other children did. Instead of dressing up and going trick-or-treating, he would have much rather stayed at home with his older siblings and watched scary movies. It was a preference he had carried into his adulthood. 

The other had a good point, one that seemed to wedge itself between his teeth like an annoying reminder that being as sour as he could didn’t typically help things. His entire childhood felt as if it had been engulfed in adulthood, as if the former had never existed and instead he’d been aged and asked to partake in all of the things children never thought of, such as a mindedness that put work ahead of most other activities. This, of course, included holidays like Halloween.

“Age definitely has something to do with it,” the Frenchman answered, nodding a couple times before resting his chin in his palm, brow raised as dark eyes turned to the other. “I don’t suppose there’s a way to get that spark back at least for one day for the sake of our jobs?”

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