@fmdxminhwan!
a water bottle pushes to his lips, taking a long sip of the much needed cold liquid as he made his way backstage. everything went swimmingly and he was having a good time; as he usually did. it didn’t take much for duri to be having fun; you could probably give up a piece of paper or a rock and he’d somehow have fun with it. again, that was something that was out pouring from the inner child that sat inside of him and it was something that he didn’t really hide (only sometimes when he had to be the most up professional or in times where something like that was just not called for whatsoever. there’s another sip from the water bottle, before the cap would go back on, and he’d escape from most of the craziness.
once he was fully emerged backstage, amongst all the people that were running around and greeting him; something he’d stop to do to others before or after they would greet him, he’d come upon a friend of his, which made a soft smile appear across his lips. “ah, minhwan!” he shouted out, before running over to him in the seemingly empty spot. it was normal to be excited to see your friends, right? especially one that you haven’t seen for a short amount of time. though, it seemed the happiness deflated a little bit at how he seemed to look. “are you doing okay, minhwan?”