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last updated: september 6, 2022
"There’s something wrong with your outfit.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Do you think we’ll get in trouble?”
"I’m trying to stay incognito!”
“Whatever you choose, you’ll be criticized.”
“You really messed up this time.”
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“The heart is a liar.”
“Fine! I’m jealous of you, okay?”
“Is it bad to be selfish once in a while?”
“You can slow down if you’re struggling.”
“You’ve got to stop doing this.”
“Do you have an umbrella?”
“Do you have a lighter?”
“You’re too stupid to insult.”
“How do you manage to actually look good in that?”
“This wasn’t on my schedule.”
“Wait. How did this remind you of me?”
“Relax. I’m not going to tell on you.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You know who I am, don’t you?”
“Please tell me your stylist did this and you don’t look like that by choice.”
“I’m not just going to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“If you tell me, I’ll keep your secret.”
“Do you believe in happy endings?”
“We need to get out of here right now.”
“Can you drive this thing?”
“Will you keep me company?”
"Are you sure you know how to do this?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Are you wearing my clothes?”
“It’s not your fault.”
“Let me help you out with that.”
“Was it all a lie?”
“Please tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”
“I’m pretty much your biggest fan.”
“We should work together some time!”
“That’s not what that song is supposed to sound like.”
“This is not what they call acting your age.”
“Have we met before?”
“Let’s try it together this time.”
“What do you mean ‘you didn’t mean for it to happen’?”
“No, I’m not licensed to do this. Does that matter?”
meme: sentence starter, accepting
tw mentions of setting alcohol on fire, fire, alcohol
it was in between every possible schedule that minhee had managed to get some time to see yena and this is what they were doing. getting drunk and it was yena making the drinks. all possible bad ideas that could happen were already pouring in his head, but somehow.. he didn’t care enough “i mean, sure, but alcohol is flammable and you just said you aren’t licensed..” there is a pause from minhee, in hopes that she would rethink the choices of having a flaming shot of whatever toxic looking alcohol was in that bottle. something was indeed telling him it wasn’t gonna happen.
“can we just.. open like a bottle of wine or something?“ he suggests again, brows raising as he glances at the current alcohol they had opened and back at yena “or whiskey, or rum, heck, i’ll drink soju and beer. we don’t have to set anything on fire-“ because they really didn’t need to, he can’t even remember what was the reason behind them drinking “why are we drinking again? rolling’s success, right?“ he asks, has to confirm as he squints at yena. the thing was, minhee was sure she would be drinking for anything and everything as long as there was something to celebrate. “it is because of rolling. yeah?“ he is sure he sounds like a dick, but better safe than sorry.
"wow, that’s crazy. you sound just like the person who’s texted me from ten different numbers in the past two days,” ash responds straight-toned as his eyes stay locked on scrolling through the audio files in his phone, looking for one he could have sworn he saved only a few days ago. ash is hardly known as the best conversational partner in any situation, but being backstage before a concert only drains him of what little potential he has for being a conversationalist with his members. there’d been a time when he’d put a little more effort in — when he’d been young and more open with his members or when he’d returned from hiatus and wanted to act like everything was okay. this isn’t one of those times. being hungover doesn’t tend to help — though he guesses his usual standoffishness at least aids in not making his state too obvious.
ash sets his phone down on the table in front of him as he stretches his neck back against the top of the couch set up in the green room. not as comfortable as their last stop. it might be a waste to even try to take a nap on this one to pass time before the concert starts. entertaining a conversation it is, then.
“or are you doing your impersonation of every person who asked for a picture with us at the grammys and probably couldn’t name a single song we’ve put out?” he keeps his eyes locked on the off-white ceiling, thoughts focused on easing the tension from his shoulders so he can get through the night without his neck doing a number on him. falling asleep in the chair in his hotel room doesn’t do any favors for neck pain. go figure. “if you are, it’s pretty impressive,” his tone is still dry, “you’ve got a career waiting for you in that when we disband. it’s niche, but you could do it.”
ash has very little interest in the lotte duty free ‘family’ concert. polaris has been working with them for several years now, but he holds no sentimentality to spare simply because a brand contributes to his paycheck. if it wasn’t lotte, it’d be someone else. not to say he takes the gigs polaris has practically thrown at them for granted, but dimensions likes money (see: polaris’s faces being plastered on posters and commercials to sell massage chairs) and if it hadn’t been lotte they’d made a deal with, it would have eventually been someone else.
he’s zoned out enough that his ears only register the base line of the song being performed on stage from the corner he’s found to hide out in with his eyes glued to his phone, so when a voice pipes up from next to him, he’s slow to pick up that it’s directed at him and even slower to look back into his passive memory to process what had been said.
“huh?” ash looks first at duri and then down at the outfit he’d pulled on at his stylists’ instruction about an hour ago. it takes him a moment to see the rip at the bottom of his shirt that leaves the hem dangling low below the tear. it must have caught on something and he hadn’t noticed.
“oh, shit.” ash’s lips purse together as he contemplates how he can fix it on his own so that he doesn’t have to go find his stylist to fix it or give him something else. “you think it’d look okay if i just tucked my shirt into my pants?”
“of course it’s not.“ he answers, without a second thought. minhee lived way too many years thinking he deserved to be treated a certain way, meet certain expectations, not be himself and please everyone around him. way too many years. “as long as its not something awfully stupid you know? like, won’t cause a scandal or something, not that dimensions wouldn’t cover it up.“ he clarifies before taking a sip from his drink.
“you know i haven’t actually seen my mother in normal circumstances since i was 15, but it was for the best. i wouldn’t call myself selfish right now, because she isn’t worth my time.“ he starts, promises he wasn’t eavesdropping. family has always been a very big issue when it came to minhee, which is way it was almost never a topic. however, he can get what ruby was going through. unlike him, she was god knows how many miles away from her family, and if her mother had been anything remotely like his well... he knew.
“like it sounds brutal, i know, but honestly.. if it doesn’t make you happy, fuck it, you know? like... if she makes you feel suffocated, don’t answer. don’t speak to her. slow and steady.“ which is nothing like what he did, he wishes he was gentler with her, but honestly, maybe it was for the best this way.
tw injury, negative thoughts
backdated to june, 2018
the question alone is almost enough to have minhee dumbfounded. “what do you mean why didn’t you tell me?” he asks her back, brows furrowing. it was just an injury, another one and he couldn’t even say what number it was. to say that he wasn’t taking care of himself would be an understatement, but it was nothing dimensions wouldn’t sweep under the rug. “it’s just a twisted ankle, it’s nothing much.” it was actually a lot more, but the dance didn’t have it in him to go into details. he knows he should have been more transparent with eunyoung. it was eunyoung.
they weren’t promoting right now, one of the few longer breaks he could remember having in the recent years. he could be in bed, enjoying some peace and quiet really. yet here they were, in one of the dimensions dance studios, eunyoung asking question, minhee and his cast on his right ankle. if anything, running away really wasn’t an option. “right okay, it is much. i overworked myself, i’ve been stressed lately.” he admits, because well, there was no reason to hide it anymore, right? he wasn’t paying attention, he slipped during training a week ago while dancing with one of the dancers and well it resulted in this. him out of commotion for a while. “in my defense, it could be worse.” minhee does try and defend himself, but he knows it a lost cause.
he looked like shit, hair too grown out now, not bothered to get his roots fixed or length shorten, he is sure he has lost a bit of weight, he couldn’t tell. polaris had a bit of a break and minhee had completely let go of his image, he couldn’t really handle being preppy and look even decent these past few weeks.
"do i look like the kind of girl that's unsure of her actions?" yena asked, hands placed on her hips firmly, almost as if offended that joosung would even dare ask, would even for a split second consider doubting her. if she knew how to do this, pfft, of course she didn't!
okay so maybe, joosung was right, she had no idea what she was doing.
but she really have to know how to do it herself? wasn't it enough to simply go off vibes alone? surely it couldn't be that hard right? "i can't believe you don't trust me to give you double lobe piercings..." a sharp huff escaped yena, forceful enough to ruffle a strand of their hair. it was just a prick of a needle right? how bad could it be? what could joosung probably be so worried about? pain? poor placement? infections? child's play really.
yena shrugged, putting the needle and the lighter back on the table. "fine, fine, forget i said anything, i won't try to pierce your ears." she had no business sounding this defeated, joosung had never even asked to get pierced to begin with, it had been her idea, looking at his singular lobe piercings and prompting the thought that maybe he looked good with a couple more piercings, that she could pierce his lobes for him if he wanted to. forget that sung had never said that he wanted more piercings and that surely, if he did, he would just get a proper piercer to do it for him. "just saying, if you ever change your mind, the offer still stands." yena picked up her glass of wine. "i know how to do it. in theory."
the words caught yena off-guard, blinking in disbelief at junhee, mouth opening and immediately shutting again as she realized she had no clue what to say. the younger had a habit of that, coming out of nowhere with these genuine, heartfelt sentiments that yena never quite knew what to do with. it felt... wrong to some degree, to have junhee think so highly of her. she'd never done anything particularly deserving of his affection and admiration. she was with junhee as she was with most people, loud, superficial, conceited, kinda annoying. and yet he seemed to hold her in such high regard, it was offputting almost.
the silence lingered on for another few seconds until it hung tensely in the air, the only thing prompting yena to speak being the acute awareness of how awkward the atmosphere had gotten. "of course i know that silly." forced laughter falling from her lips, nudging junhee's shoulder with her own as she tried to desperately to cover up her own bewilderment. "you worry too much, you know that?" textbook evasion, step one, turning the conversation on him. "i'm a big girl. i can take care of myself. i have better things to do than to sit around feeling bad for myself." throwing one of her legs over his thighs, sitting herself down onto his lap, arms clasping behind his neck. step two, distraction. "if you worry so much about me, kiss it better maybe?"
