@fmdguanyu // october 25. unlimited tour concert in manila.
“hey, do you want this?” ash offers, holding out a plated hot dog from catering in guanyu’s direction like some sort of peace offering. well, not a peace offering. there isn’t a war between them, but it also is extremely unlike ash to be the first one to start up a conversation with one of his group mates backstage before a concert. “my eyes really are bigger than my stomach sometimes and i started getting that look after i scarfed down my fourth.” it’s a bit awkward, ash thinks, to just be offering them his leftover food like this but he doesn’t want to waste it and it’s not as if he can go put it back. more than that, it gives him an excuse to talk to them. lamely, he sets the plate down on a table and shrugs dismissively.
“so, uh, how’s stuff going for your solo debut?” he asks as he swings his arm across his chest in a pre-concert shoulder stretch. he normally does those alone, too, but there’s a nervous energy coursing through him tonight and he’d been gently told by a manager to leave his phone behind and go do something other than reading comments on his new songs. they’re mixed and each time he refreshs the page, he isn’t sure if he wants to see more positive comments or more negative ones. “i feel like we haven’t talked lately.”
