#feytaemin

[feytaeyoon]

#troublefinder

  his body feels alive tonight. like every nerve ending was burning but not in a painful way, nor worrying way, merely burning with energy. fueling taeyoon as he moved around the club. again finding himself in some out of the way gig location, having found out through jaeyong where the band was performing and despite his reservation--no, his worries--about who he would most likely see, taeyoon was not one to really ever miss a performance. 

  ( it’s never really known if his excuse for going is actually because he wants to support the other members. the friendships he has formed with the rest of the band. or is he going to see him. to even share the same room for a brief moment? perhaps merely to go start a fight. )

 the night had been filled with dancing and sneaking drinks and more dancing. body moving with the beats as if second nature, familiar songs ringing in his ears and god how the lyrics get to him. pushing his emotions and hindering his ability to think properly. every time he comes to a performance he tries to pretend like it doesn’t bother him--doesn’t effect him. that after almost a year of not talking to his (former) best friend properly he was moving on and moving past the need for childish arguments in the alley way of whatever seedy place they’d performed at. he tries to pretend that he doesn’t need him. 

tonight his excuse was to see @feytaemin --the older male someone that taeyoon feels friendly with but not overly close to yet. 

he’s nice--fun. taemin understands taeyoon in the way of hobbies. the two of them more likely to enjoy this whole party scene and it’s nice to have someone who actively likes having fun around. though he hasn’t gotten many chances to actively hang out with the older and tonight he wanted to change that. for once hanging out until after the performance. he’d already talked to him before the night started so taemin should know he was here. 

the bands last song was starting to come to and end when someone approached taeyoon at the bar where he’d retreated to try and get a drink. a handsome fellow, obviously older. he had a strange way of talking and something about him made taeyoon want to believe what he was saying. it’s how he found himself following the handsome stranger out the door and to the side alley. how he found himself falling for pretty compliments and promises, never noticing the threat until he founds himself pinned to the wall. the brief flash of fangs sent off his warning signals as he whispered a single word-- voice coated with fear. 

“vampire.” 

[feyjisung]

3rd eye

jisung isn’t exactly sure what possessed him to start a band back then. he never really imagined himself performing for others to see, he didn’t think he’d be good at it. perhaps it’s because of this strange need to connect with others through music, since he’s awful at doing so through normal conversations. it’s not like he wants to sign himself under a label and take a shot at fame—but he also managed to drag jaeyong into his band knowing what type of fans jaeyong would bring, so maybe there’s a part of himself that wants his composition to be heard.

( he might have made a mistake after all, since the fans his band was surrounded with seem to be more interested in their faces more than anything. )

that doesn’t stop him from composing songs that he hopes will connect with other people though, songs that he uses to express the emotions he always keeps locked away. it took a while for him to realise that he isn’t the only member who appreciates the music, ( @feytaemin ) being someone who enjoys being in the band for the music. it’s a nice change of pace, and eventually he finds himself able to share his compositions with the older.

his songs have been about the same thing as of late, he isn’t sure if other people would notice. the lyrics he writes have always been a bit of a downer, but recently they’ve been about a specific person. he supposes it doesn’t matter, because the person in question had already closed his ears to jisung’s lyrics.

dropping the papers onto the music stand before taemin, he drags a chair so he could sit next to the other. it’s pages and pages of heartbreak and sorrow, a snippet into the cracks hidden behind his blank expression. “what do you think, hyung?” he asks. despite everything he values his band member’s opinion. “i went with a slower beat this time, i don’t think we’d be able to play this in rowdy clubs. the atmosphere won’t match.”