#fmdxxi

[durifmdarchive]

@fmdxxi!

        faces and names were something that duri had often easily kept in the back of his mind. it was like as soon a she had seen a face and knew their name, it would go to some part of his brain, kept in storage for later use. it had made sense though; he had worked so hard on his memory when he was younger due to the memory loss issues that he ended up facing. nonetheless, he was happy that he could remember people, even if they met years ago, and it was a very small interaction. seeing people he met once again warmed his heart in one way or another. 

there was a face that he had remembered coming across them backstage. it was many years ago and he was trying his hardest to put his finger on where he had known the other from. the only thing he knew was that her name was yeseul, but it had finally clicked; ourstar, he was a fan of ourstar, finding them on a whim when searching through videos, and he found himself liking their songs, only to go on to meeting them backstage once. so, once he came across the other again, he gave a friendly greeting, and friendly, warm smile. “your yeseul, right? perviously in ourstar?” he asked curiously, making sure his memory served him correctly.”congratulations on debuting again in vice!”

[fmdyujinarchive]

for someone who was simply getting lunch, yujin looked overly prepared. could anybody blame her though, especially with what happened the week before? the last thing she needed was for her stylist to come after her again for the mess she made on her stage outfit. so this time she had come prepared. she had a jacket wrapped around her as well as a blanket so that if something were to be ruined, it wouldn’t be her outfit. 

sitting down with her cup ramen, she looked at her phone to see how long she would have to wait for it to be ready. from the corner of her eye, she managed to catch a glimpse of a friendly face that she had happened to meet the week before during her horrible fashion disaster. “hi!” she offered first, hoping that the other didn’t think she was completely odd with the way she was wrapped up. “i told you the next time we meet i would be covered in less mayo, and well, i’m covered in a lot more than mayo this time.” 

@fmdxxi

[fmdharu-blog]

for @fmdxxi

iridescent gel nails were changing their colors with each tap against the armrest. the taps weren’t a sign of the growing impatience, though, the girl was just enjoying her music while waiting for the coach to show up. she wasn’t listening to her favorite hits from showa. they always put haru into a rather good yet nostalgic kind of mood, leaving her heart yearning for the era she wasn’t even alive in, to come back. it could be sort of distracting, so complying to the advice from her teacher, the idol decided to do her homework and go through discographies of the recommended hip-hop artists. to focus on their technique, understand it and try to implement the conclusions to her own rapping style. that’s what these lessons were for.

through all these years her singing and rapping were looked down. netizens said that haru’s verse in aria’s songs didn’t demand any skill. she didn’t let these opinions dishearten her, though. after all, the viewers couldn’t see all the work that had been happening behind the scenes, only the outcome of it. her thoughts were interrupted by the shadow she’d noticed on the floor. it belonged to a female, a pretty one, haruka could tell from a first glance at the face she didn’t recognize. “are you waiting for mr. jang as well?” the coach had informed her beforehand that this time they’d had combined lesson with another girl.