#fmdrizo

[jihoonfmd-archived]

[ ✉️ ➝ favorite hyung ] : Are you busy? [ ✉️ ➝ favorite hyung ] : I need someone to talk to [ ✉️ ➝ favorite hyung ] : And you were the first person I could think of, so I decided to text you [ ✉️ ➝ favorite hyung ] : I didn’t want to just pop up at your apartment again uninvited..

@fmdrizo

[fmdtaeyongarchive]

ash kwon connection aesthetics [2/?]

ash + @fmdrizo

[jihoonfmd-archived]

closed starter ➝ @fmdrizo

Jihoon didn’t like to unload his problems on other people, especially when he was having one of those bad days. The days where all he could think about was his past and he kept replaying everything in his mind over and over again, every encounter he had with that older trainee was being engrained in his mind all over again, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t rid his mind of the images. The memories. It left him turning and tossing all night, and when he turned over for the last time and saw that it was nearing three in the morning, he knew that it was no use trying to sleep anymore. 

He needed someone to talk to, someone that he could trust. He glanced over at the two sleeping figures in his room, knowing that if he needed someone to talk to, he could go to one of them. He could go to anyone that was asleep in that dorm right then and there, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t want to bother them. He didn’t want to bother anyone, but there was one name that kept poking at the back of his mind, and he couldn’t ignore it anymore. He quietly began pulling on clothes, the first things he could grab which just turned out to be a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, before going out the front door. 

The walk to Insoo’s place was long, and he quickly began to regret not grabbing a jacket. His regret doubled when thunder cracked through the sky, and rain began pouring down on him. That was definitely going to make his cold worse. 

By the time he made it to Insoo’s front door, he was soaking wet and sneezing and shivering, but he reached up to knock on it with enough force that it should’ve waken up the older male if he were even asleep. Which wouldn’t be surprising if he was, seeing how late it was. The door opened, to Jihoon’s surprise, and he offered the other male a shy smile. “Hyung,” he greeted, bowing his head slightly, before sneezing. “C-Can I come in?” 

[fmdhanli]

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ up all night; insoo!

for @fmdrizo​

hanli’s still not quite sure how she ended up in a busy bar in gangnam, on a saturday night. a friend of hers, another fellow idol, had invited hanli out, promising that they’d have tons of fun, that it was rare to be able to have so many idols in one place at the same time, “you’ve been so busy, go out! have fun!” unsurprisingly, hanli had initially been unwilling to attend but after much convincing and persuading from miji (and hanli knows that it would be a nice, new experience for her to look back on, kind of an awakening to remind her that she wasn’t the same friendless, lonely kid she was years ago). and now, she finds herself in a simple black dress, in a cab, on the way to the location. 

by the time she reaches, the bar’s rather packed with people and hanli takes a deep breath as she scans the room, noticing a few rather recognisable faces. she gives her usual professional polite smile, greeting people around her and searching for an empty seat. (hanli can already feel the regret seeping into her bones. what if there isn’t any space? what if she has to stand up awkwardly while everyone else sits down? ah. she should’ve just stayed home.) 

but, as usual, hanli has overanalyzed the situation, making a mountain out of a molehill because there is, indeed, an empty space beside a rather cute boy. she remembers seeing his face on the television and on fan posts online before. ah. alien’s rizo. she takes a deep breath - having never been to a gathering as big and unfamiliar as this before, she isn’t quite sure what to do. should she introduce herself or does he already know who she is? do people talk to each other or do they just drink? fuck it, hanli thinks. going out is already a very unhanli-like thing to do, so might as well go big. she turns to the boy beside her, smiling brightly. “hi, i’m hanli. from wish,” she says, hoping she doesn’t sound too stupid. 

[fmdxsamsoo]

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Send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship - Not Accepting

The two of them met back when they were trainees, and Insoo was one of the first friends that Samsoo made at Dimensions. A lot of people didn’t want to hang around Samsoo because they thought that he would be mean (because of the chronic resting bitch face), but Insoo saw past that and decided that he was going to give Samsoo a chance and they became friends rather quickly. Faster than Samsoo’s ever made a friend before.

When they found out that they were going to be put in a group together, they were really happy and excited. They had their careers all planned out ahead of them. They would be in the group for a year or two before asking Dimensions to put them in a subunit so they could perform and promote together, and they imagined that they would win awards and all that and they were happy with their heads in the clouds. 

When they found out that Insoo would be debuting and Samsoo wouldn’t, they were both heartbroken. But of course, Samsoo couldn’t show how hurt he was because he had to be strong for Insoo and not show how upset and angry and hurt he was. He also blamed himself for not being able to debut, because he knew that if he was just a little bit more outgoing and a little bit less shy, then he would be debuting with him. 

Even though Insoo is taller than him and debuted first, he’s still Samsoo’s baby. He always calls him and checks in on him and he stops by to visit him whenever he can because he likes to make sure his tall son is doing alright and taking care of himself. He even brings him food sometimes or takes him out to go places like pet cafes or the zoo and stuff like that.

[oldfmdjisoo-blog]

jisoo + @fmdrizo

With the instrument held in her hands, Jisoo seemed even smaller than she actually is, although she handled it with ease. She hadn’t picked up her instrument of choice in quite a few months, the last few comebacks BEE having had not needing her bass playing on the tracks or for the live performances. She plucked at a few strings, before looking up at her mini audience of one person. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this. Just give me a second to get a feel for it again, I haven’t played in a while.”

She smiled slightly at Insoo, before looking back down at her instrument. “I’m a little rusty,” she added, sucking her teeth quietly. She hummed the melody to one of BEE’s non album singles, Why So Lonely, before her fingers plucked at the strings, playing along with what she was humming. “There we go,” she hummed, her smile widening, before she looked back at the younger idol. 

“Are you ready for your bass lesson?”

[osbcrnsharry]

( fan favourites ) || bih & cis.

( @fmdrizo )

Despite the many bad connotations about idol life and the many negative experience he’s had with it, the friends he made in the industry was something he was eternally grateful for. They were few and far between, but he was grateful nonetheless. One of which was Insoo. Ilhoon might still be pissed that MARS was used as a smokescreen when Alien had filed a case against the company and there might be Alien/MARS beef, but Insoo was his friend and he liked having him around. But the other male might have liked it a little too much because even if he had the dumb chic image (which, to this day, Ilhoon still laughed about), he was fueling the fire of the apparent ship they had. They had played a game over Kakao and Ilhoon said something that he regretted immediately because lo and behold, Insoo had posted vague shit on his Twitter again involving him and now the fans are going apeshit about it. And by some sort of dumb coincidence, he ran into Insoo at the company that day. “Oi brat!”, he called out as he ran to his friend, “What was that shit on Twitter now?”

[kianfmd-blog]

loving grump. w/ insoo

( @fmdrizo )

despite kian's distaste anything that required him to interact with humans— even smiling exhausted the man— he knew how to have fun. at least, like how most people had fun. liquor was synonymous to fun. downing shots here and there, earning the satisfied roar of faceless people behind him, the loud ringing of an electric guitar, drums, and husky voice of the band playing in the background, kian soon found his way (wobbled, more like) back into a cab and the way back to the dorm. definitely, his manager wasn't aware of kian having "fun". all was safe.

back in the dorm, back with the same lonely couch in the living room, back in the kitchen with this fridge he towered over, back in the small space meant to fit seven full grown men, kian let out a sigh of relief. pretending smiles was vain now, no need to fake concern nor sincerity. kain genuinely felt for his members. all of them. the drunken main vocal pulled a pitcher out. he aimed the nozzle above his mouth, or so he thought was above his mouth, and gave himself the liberty for cold water. the liquid hit his nose though, earning a cough, but soon found himself gulping the coldness. hair barely having any direction, kian soon slammed the pitcher on the small table behind him.

kian didn't know how long insoo was by the doorway but the sight of the youngest member curved kian's lips upwards. "ah, maknae-yah." his voice cooed towards the young male, shoulder raised to have his hand lazily stretch towards him. he ushered insoo to come closer, yet his body seemed to magnet towards insoo. in no time, kian engulfed his baby in his arms. insoo smelled of home, of fabric conditioner. and was that shampoo? ah, of course. the maknae showered before going to bed. such a good baby. the width of his hands soon rubbed the back of insoo, up and down before securing the slim waist. "you know that hyung loves you, right? ah, you're a headache but people have migraines normally, right?" nose nuzzled in the crook of insoo's neck. "you looked really good in the teasers—in everything recently—i'm a proud dad!"