#fmdharvard

[fmdhyojoon-blog]

hunter + @fmdharvard

Hunter didn’t usually celebrate holidays, especially Christmas. It wasn’t a big deal in his family while he was growing up, so he didn’t make a big deal of it in his adulthood. Although he did have to say that he indulged his group members and his closest friends with gifts when the time called for it. That time being either Christmas or their birthday. Not only was his personality over the top, but he tended to go all out with the gifts that he got for people too. The more he cared about you, the more thought he put into what he gave you.

Which is why he was holding a giant box with two smaller boxes sitting on top of it as he walked into Harvard’s room. “Merry Christmas!” He chirped loudly, gently setting the presents down onto the older’s bed. “I hope you don’t mind, Don-hyung answered the door when I knocked and he let me in and pointed me in the direction of your room.” He yanked off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling the already messy strands, before pulling off his gloves. “Sorry for just showing up without texting or calling first, but I was bored and I wanted to surprise you.”

[fmdmoonjin]

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@fmdharvard

Most Dimensions artists were but a shadow on the side of the stage for Moonjin – because he had made it so, painted them black so he would not have to look and find that the darkness he had seen in them still hadn't breached the surface. It was a childish thought, he told himself, and overly dramatic. Years had passed. Why wasn't he over it already?

With little to gain but nothing to lose – he had pondered that equation for a while before acting upon it –, he lifted his gaze from the camera he had previously been concentrating on, too hard, like he had something to prove still, and focused instead on the group that had just been performing: Mars. A couple of familiar faces, though Moonjin singled out but one at that moment. Harvard, who had seemed like such a good-hearted, sweet hyung to him once, before he'd learned not to put his trust in what seems and appears instead of what is. Before.

He was staring, blatantly, shamelessly, though he himself knew not what he was hoping to see. Regret? Unlikely. Sympathy? Useless, now. But the public was aware they had been trainees alongside each other once, and he did make sure to keep the corners of his mouth tilted upwards ever so slightly as not to look hostile, so people would likely assume he was simply happy to see a former colleague. Thus, he continued to stare for a while longer, undisturbed, alone with the ghost of himself, until he couldn't keep up with the pace of his thoughts, or the way they were going. He should get over it. Move on.

It was more luck than purpose, though both were involved, that Moonjin happened upon Harvard alone later, backstage, with nothing but endless hallways of sterile white and the occasional staff members and fellow idols rushing by to bear witness to an exchange that should have happened sooner. “Hey. Harvard.” Years had passed since the last time they had really spoken, hardening the younger's features as they had his heart, but he made sure to start off soft anyway, simple – it was common decency to ease others into difficult topics. It should be a difficult one for him too, after all. Should. Right? “It's been a while, huh? How have you been?”

[fmdhyojoon-blog]

hunter + @fmdharvard

There was no secret that there was some sort of animosity between MARS and Alien. From the lawsuits and MARS being debuted in the midst of all that to Alien’s slight tank in popularity due to MARS rising to popularity, it was all there for the world to see, and that made the tension between the two groups even worse. Hunter didn’t blame MARS for their success. How was that their fault? They did nothing but their jobs, and he respected that. But he did hold a lot of resentment towards Dimensions because of their lack of care towards Alien. 

The media fueled feud between the groups had driven a wedge between Hunter and Harvard. They’d once been really close friends, but now things between them were strained, and it was quickly growing old for Hunter. He hated how they couldn’t talk like how they used to anymore, all because of Dimensions’ greed. There had been many times where he wanted to approach the other male and air his grievances, but he knew that Harvard wasn’t good with confrontation, and he didn’t want to frighten him or push him away even more. 

But damn, he couldn’t bite his tongue anymore. “We need to talk.” His hand was gripping the taller male’s forearm, his hold gentle but firm so the other couldn’t slip out of it. “It’s important.”