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[fmdxsuji]

music show promotions were important to suji, but she could never shake off the thought that they were ineffectively long. the standby’s that happen so early on in the morning only for groups to be lingering around for hours before being dragged in for their first rehearsal, another standby and then the second rehearsal. rinse and repeat. the treatment only got slightly better with each year in this industry, but it seemed like she talking to the abyss because she was aware that it would never change. 

nevertheless, she can’t help herself from walking out of equinox’s bubbling dressing room—not because of the members but because of the number of people that were stuck in there—and going on a search for an empty place to simply breathe. she knew of some dressing rooms that weren’t in use at this time (props to the writers back when she was the mc) and so she excused herself before allowing her steps to take her there. 

expecting that nobody would be there, she twists the doorknob and walks in only to be met with another figure. “oh,” she lets out before shutting the door behind her. out of instinct, really. “sorry, i thought this place would be empty. didn’t think anybody else knew of this hiding place.” she cracks a light joke hoping it’d loosen up the awkward atmosphere. suji thinks if it were any other day, she would have walked straight out and gone to a different waiting room, but something about the candy member has her lingering in her presence for a little longer.

@fmdyerin

[fmdjaein]

“it’s just kind of annoying, that’s all.” 

she’s in the middle of america—though some would argue that texas was not the center of america—and on a world tour. to other artists, this may be a dream come true but for jaein it was closer to a nightmare. it’s not that she didn’t know how to be thankful for the love and support her group got, but this wasn’t the type of love and support she preferred. would it have hurt gold star to give the girl a little more than a week in korea? she could feel her body breaking down on her, and it was only the beginning of the tour. 

“like i’ll talk about how tired i am, and someone just feels the need to jump in and lecture me about being thankful and whatnot.” a groan leaves her lips as she flips around on her hotel bed. she’s on the phone with probably one of the only people that listens to her concerns without butting in with advice she never asked for. she thinks it has to do with the fact that minhee’s gone through this before she has and has probably experienced the same thing. “wish i could tell them to shut up but how can i when they’re all seniors.” 

@fmdmin

[fmdmin]

❝ it’s been a long time

❝ you appeared without a word and took my heart away love is a maze to me, please give it to me twice not to feel lonely anymore @fmdduri, mid june

this felt like the first time in a really long time that minhee could forget he was an idol and just focus on other matters that he didn’t get to otherwise. he wasn’t the nosy type, at least not for these situations, but he didn’t see why he should miss the opportunity to get to know duri better. after the sudden announcement jake made to his face quite a few months ago, minhee has been so fucking happy for the two of them. so it started with a small text of congratulations in duri’s direction, and from then onwards he made the effort to properly keep a conversation going, despite the huge time difference.

so this is how minhee managed to find duri during the lotte duty free family concert, backstage, in a quieter corridor and squeeze in a proper face to face chat. “i still don’t get how you deal with him, he is insufferable.” its a bold statement that comes from the younger, but he doesn’t mean it in a bad way. he knows jake probably way better than he should, so he thinks he is allowed to say that, with all the love and affection. “like, he’s a handful as well.” he adds, but can’t help but laugh, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his shoulder on the wall.

[fmddowoon]

@fmdduri / lotte duty free family concert.

click, says the camera. not really -- the camera shutter sounds on dowoon’s phones are, of course, totally artificial. cameras these days, phone or otherwise, didn’t make such obnoxious noises. though, dowoon kinda liked the ones that did. he has an old 1990s 600 type polaroid lying around at his parents’ house that he wants to pick up, to bring on his and jaein’s eventual camping trip, but that’ll have to wait. for now he has to be content with posing for his stupid phone, on these stupid stairs, backstage at this dumbass concert -- advertising a megacorp he has no interest in to his followers and to the wider airscape of k-pop fans. but, he’ll live. he understands that marketing is just the name of the game. if he hadn’t become a trainee and ended up where he is now, he probably would have ended up as a sign-holder on the street, doing the exact same advertising job, just on the bottom rung of it. 

he wonders if his jaw looks particularly square set, if his eyes look particularly disillusioned in the pictures duri takes. dowoon takes a deep breath through his nose and tries to bring himself back to the present, back to the stupid concert, and hooks his thumbs into his belt... oh fuck. 

“duri! hyung!” dowoon scrambles back down the stairs, thumbs still hooked in the empty belt loops of his oh-so-catalyst cargo pants. “i’m meant to be wearing a belt right now, shit! i think i took it off in the bathroom!”

[minjungfmd]

starter for @fmdkiana / recording sessions for queendom

the studio space is quiet sans the random vocals propped in through the speakers when they’re in-between takes of recording. her voice sinks low, and static silence takes over by the cue of the producer, cutting for a few moments break. 

not enough hours in the studio, and too many in the different filming locations leaves her out of place. unassimilated. drawn far from the usual notion of slipping right into the nooks and crannies of a group recording — yet, seo minjung doesn’t make it known. instead, she keeps her lips sealed with a stagnant emotionless face, her eyes taking in the small details of her surroundings.

across from her sits the empty chair of a producer who’s probably gone for his quick nicotine fix. to her left stands a manager too tired for words when the yawns speak for more than what he has’t said in the entirety of the day. then, to her right mirrors the same fatigue — her group member’s yawn. too many times she’s caught kiana dozing off from the corner of her eye, and it’s curiosity at this point that leaves her to lean back with her legs crossed, arms across the chest.

“are you tired?” she asks, her voice down to a lull. “you’ve been yawning more than hippos do, and you know what they say — hippos only yawn so much when they’re nesting for two.” her head quirks, and her lips stretch out across her face. “are you nesting for two?”

[fmdjake]

HAIR AND MAKEUP  /  MID-A.M.  /  임채록  →  김민희 ! →  LAS VEGAS, NEVADA, UNITED STATES  /  GRAMMY’s.

he’s sitting in the chair with his hair being styled by one person and his makeup being applied by another — his arms crossed languidly over his chest as he sinks into position; knowing he won’t be able to move for at least an hour, possibly more. a yawn roars from his mouth, jet-lag really catching up to him at the worst possible time. he can tell that the mua assigned to him gets annoyed when tears form at the corners of his eyes, but they’re just going to have to deal with it somehow. he’s exhausted, he’s really missing his boyfriend, and he’s still very much in vacation mode due to the retreat all of them were just on. opening his eyes briefly, he turns his head and catches sight of minhee in the seat beside him; looking in pretty similar shape, and likely not by coincidence. the two of them always find a reason to laugh, or to bicker, whenever they’re in the same room, and because he needs a distraction in order to stay awake and get rid of his blues, he decides to engage in conversation — completely in korean as the team working on them all morning is american, so they likely won’t understand what’s being said.

❝ i feel like i’m going to die, dude. ❞ jake states simply, chuckling lightly afterwards. ❝ and all of this is for what again ? to present an award to someone else ? ❞ while he’s grateful for the opportunity, he admittedly would much rather be back in asia.

❝ how’re you holding up ? not gonna lie, i’m kinda jealous of you right now — you don’t look nearly as fucked up as i do... ❞ he jokes, looking at himself in the mirror before him at how wrecked his complexion is due to the long flight, and the lack of rest. ❝ i hope they’re gonna use some high coverage stuff. i really need it today, fuck. ❞ it’s then when jake takes a moment to internally thank whoever invented makeup. never in his life did he think he’d be so thankful for it, and appreciate of it, as he is nowadays. ❝ i wonder if someone can go get us some pear juice or something... do you think they stock that in a place like this ? ❞

[fmdduri]

@fmdjace:

he’s at the side of the stage, eyes watching the performance. it was something that he would often do when he got out of hair, makeup, and wardrobe when he was backstage. duri’s always loved watching others perform, and perhaps that’s because he’s always just been such a big fan of music. but, he always enjoyed these things, because he got to see it. it was like a free concert, in a sense - even if he didn’t get to see the entire thing and he’d be performing as well. but, you always took what you could get, right? 

nonetheless, he had stood there on his own, enjoying himself, and kind of just dancing himself a little bit. truth be told, it probably looked a bit embarrassing, but as long as he was having fun, right? 

however, he looks to his side, and he sees someone approaching. that certain someone being jihoon, which made him beam some more. “jihoon!” he greets, a happy giggle leaving his lips. “ah, i’m so happy to see you! i feel like it’s been too long,” he said, another giggle leaving his lips. “did you come and watch the current performance too?” he asked. 

[fmdhyojung]

preparing for comebacks came so naturally for hyojung now that she has over a decade of experience under her belt. it also means that the company isn’t as demanding when it comes to how the girls practice on their own. nevertheless, she still finds herself inside the gold star media building around comeback preparation time to get a few hours in by herself. she doesn’t like slacking off, yes, but she also doesn’t have anything better to do. 

most of the times, people walk right past her with a nod of her head—anybody who bows with an angle that’s more than 45 degrees she assumes is a trainee—but today, she’s approached by a staff member with a request. admittedly, hyojung’s a bit slow with trends and whatnot so when she’s asked to film a tiktok, she has to think for a moment on what that would entail. 

fortunately, it seems everything’s already been planned and all she has to do is learn the actual moves from gyujeong himself. it’s how she finds herself in an empty practice room with a single camera and the platinum member besides her. “uhm, do you think this is going to take long? not that i don’t want to do it, but i don’t want that vocal practice room i reserved going to waste, you know. some trainee could be using it instead. putting it to better use,” she says though she’s not sure why she’s trying to explain it all out to him.

@gyujeongfmd