#fmdfantasyjapan

[xheerafmd]

&&.bad habits, good friends

@fmdhanli

osaka in the rain had been dreadful, but now that the clouds had parted and the moon had come out heera could see the city’s appeal. she’d never been one to stay cooped up in her hotel, not when there was so much to do and see outside. and there was so much to see. her eyes could barely focus on a light source before she became distracted by something else. dotonbori was without a doubt the most confusing place she’d ever visited and heera loved it. the lights made the place seem otherworldly, like something out of a scifi movie.

the sounds of her footsteps hitting the wooden bridge were drowned by the various voices and music that filled the canal area. she leaned against the bridge’s railing, looking down at the water before returning to her neon surroundings. it was then that she spotted hanli. without skipping a beat heera raised her hand and waved to the other.

[xheerafmd]

the light at the end of the tunnel was finally visible. day five of the triple fantasy concert was almost done. emphasis on almost. heera was backstage, putting a generic concert tee over her carefully chosen outfit. knight’s last song had ended and the backstage area became a mess. sure, there was a science behind it but heera could only see bodies moving in every direction. the brunette managed to get dressed but she got lost. where was her group? where was her company? heera found herself in the dark, steps away from being engulfed by lights and screaming fans. “hey!” she grabbed on to the back of the other’s shirt, thinking she’d found someone familiar. 

[fmdxdivna-blog]

It was incredible to Diana how amazing those young artists were. She was not that senior on K-Pop Industry, but she had been active for five years now, it’s more than enough to build a career and certain recognition. Japan always impressed her, how educated they were and how loved she felt in there. The Japanese fans always gave her an unbelievable love and support. Until now, Diana never promoted Japanese songs or Japanese versions of her songs, although, she was working on it, to learn Japanese decently and be able to promote a lot in that amazing country.

She was preparing herself to perform in 30 minutes. The last concert. That was the time she needed to warm up her voice. Symphonic sound came out from her mouth, exploring notes, high and low tones, she did what she wanted with her voice. All people on backstage always looked at her warming up, since her debut Diana always was pleased and recognized for her vocal skills and amazing voice, hearing it in live was even better.  

Diana always warm up drinking water and walking in circles while singing and checking in her mind the choreography. The heels make noise while she walked, it might bother some people, not her.

[fmdjunsu]

October 14th ;; Tokyo Japan ;; 4:45PM

Junsu had been using tech time to be practicing his Japanese while waiting for his group to be called onto the stage. He brought flashcards with him to help him as sometimes writing things down worked better for him than just staring at his phone trying to recall what he wrote. He really wanted to be fluent in Japanese so he would be able to communicate with fans better. He knew that he wasn’t that bad with his Japanese, but still he wanted to become fluent. Plus, it would help when trying to navigate around Japan and not ending up getting lost or anything. 

He was backstage in the lounge room, practicing his Japanese. He looks at the index card that was in his hand and read it over a few times. In the front of the index was written in Japanese and the back was the Korean translation to it. He’s really trying to memorize the Japanese sayings. Learning a new and foreign language was never an easy thing and Junsu was aware of it. But, he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He didn’t want there to be a language barrier between him and fans. He wanted to know and understand them as much as possible. 

As he’s practicing, he notices someone was sitting besides him and he looks over to them. “I wasn’t bothering you was I?” he asks. He just wanted to make sure since he didn’t know if he was really bothering them or not with him practicing his Japanese. Though, if they were curious as to what he was doing he would understand and wouldn’t mind them watching. They could use the time also to practice their Japanese and Junsu could let them borrow his cards and the both of them could study. “You can be honest too if I was bothering you.”

[jihoonfmd-archived]

october 17th ; tokyo, japan ; tokyo dome ; 8:52pm 

jihoon sat backstage, gripping a mug of hot tea with a warm towel around his neck, a frown on his face as he stared at the monitor displaying the group on stage performing their set. charm had long since stepped off the stage and dispersed amongst themselves. as soon as he stepped off stage he had been given the mug and towel and told to go sit down, orders coming straight from charm’s vocal coach. jihoon, as sweet as he was, was stubborn as hell. he hadn’t been properly taking care of himself while he was sick, and while he thought he was better the few days leading up to the concert and even on the plane to japan, the cold had snuck back up on him full force the first day of the concert. it was something he thought he could deal with and still perform to the best of his ability, but this time around it was less sneezing and sniffing and more coughing with a sore throat to match. not really the best combination for singing. but still, he refused to listen to everyone’s suggestion of just mouthing along to their backing track. if his members were going to sing and rap live, he wouldn’t be the only one not doing it. and he while he didn’t sound too great, he at least stuck through it, and he was proud of himself for that. he just wasn’t proud of the ending result. jihoon sighed deeply, his eyes flickering over to the person who had just sat down on the couch next to him. “hi,” he greeted, his voice scratchy, before taking a sip from his mug. “how was your set?”

[fmdhanli]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ two can keep a secret; jerome!

for @fmdxjerome

it’s been a week since she last had alcohol (no, a few sips of a cocktail at the afterparty did not count) and to tell the truth, hanli is starting to feel the effects. she swears she isn’t an alcoholic - she doesn’t need it to survive, but well, it kills the little voice in her head and it makes her feel a little bit more okay and without them, the late nights seem to make hanli realize how empty and hollow she is. and how she doesn’t even have a home.  

fuck it, hanli thinks, as she grabs her hotel key, purse and phone. the universe seems to finally be working her way: the time on her phone reads four-thirty am, so the sun hasn’t risen yet and it’s rather an unconventional time, so the likelihood of her meeting someone else is low. 

there’s a close 24-hour convenience store nearby but hanli has gotten rather paranoid ever since the last time she’d drank alcohol in public and she’d found some post talking about “that foreign member from wish drinking!!!” she’d reported it and thankfully, the post was taken down the next day but still, hanli would like to avoid adding more worry to her plate. so, she puts on a mask and pulls her cap down, making sure they cover her eyes. 

immediately, upon reaching the store, she heads for the alcohol section but admittedly, she’s rather overwhelmed by the selections - they don’t have the same vodka she likes and obviously, there’s no soju and the beer is all in japanese. she takes a few moments to stare and contemplate her choices before she ultimately decides on simply getting the cheapest option. her hands are full with three bottles of cheap vodka and a pack of beer when she hears a voice call out her name. 

fuck. 

[fmdhanli]

october 14th, kansai airport. 

it’s hard to breathe. 

hanli knows she says that particular phrase a lot but this time, she means it quite literally. there are too many people (having three of south korea’s biggest entertainment companies was bad enough but add in the staff, fans, security made it infinitely times worse); there’s too much screaming and shoving; her head’s starting to spin and there isn’t even enough space for her to move her arms. it’s made worse by the fact that she hasn’t been sleeping much lately - not only did the rehearsals and the concert itself bring her to the brink of exhaustion, she’d been dragged to an afterparty last night and it only made her feel even more lost and lonely and she’d spent the rest of the night listening to sad music and having even sadder thoughts until the sun came up. 

she had probably gotten approximately five hours of sleep in the past few days and she’s starting to feel the effects of it. her vision gets blurry and she can’t really make out what her manager is screaming about this time and where is her passport? is it in her hand? she feels someone staring at her with a concerned look and she nods her head to their question, although she’s not even sure what they’re asking and. . . 

that’s the last thing she remembers before the world around her turns black. 

[fmdtaeyongarchive]

→ early morning, october 17, tokyo, japan

the long hours in rehearsal and onstage, combined with the even longer hours cooped up backstage had left ash restless and tense by the time four of the five concerts had come to an end. some of his friends had gone to the official after party following the night’s concert, something public-friendly, the kind of controlled fun idols had to have when other industry workers and cameras were around. he’d never been a fan of those types of parties. they were too forced and he had to be too aware and too social. instead, he’d found himself calling up an old industry acquaintance to get him into a nightclub.

truthfully, ash had never been a big fan of clubs either until a few months ago, when he’d discovered how easy it was to drown out everything else in his life and in his head with alcohol and loud music and a crowd full of people he’d never know. he didn’t go out a lot, too attached to the relative safety his dorm could offer him and too uncomfortable with the idea of exclusive twisting it into a scandal. japan offered a little more anonymity than korea, so he risked it. several hours later, and he could barely remember how much he’d had to drink or the name of the club he was at. as he pushed his way out of the club, he fumbled with his phone, pressing a random number in his contact list. “hey, i, ah—” another drunk clubgoer stumbled into him as they left the club (or had he stumbled into them?) “whoops, ah, um, hi! do you know where i am?” his words slurred together into the phone as he looked around for the name of the club, but the only sign he could see was in japanese. “i can’t... read japanese very well. i forget where i am.”