#fmeunbyul

[fmareum-blog]

black cat!

halloween questions. // are you superstitious? if so, what are you superstitious about?

      ‘ well... my mom always used to tell me to knock on wood when i say something that benefits me so it doesn’t backfire? ’ and, more or less, that has always stuck with areum. that was why she tried to not say anything like “we’ll definitely win”. she tapped her chin softly, trying to think about anything else her mother might have told her as a kid. ‘ oh ! she also used to always tell me that bad things and good things come in threes ! ’

[fmjoonki-blog]

Attention Attention

@fmeunbyul 2016 End of the Year Awards, Starter! 

Ah, how irritating. 

He watched silently as other groups get on stage, performing and winning awards- he watched as runner-ups were announced, Halycon’s name not even mentioned. 

Irritating.

His suit was tight, the ‘audience’ seats dark, the lights from the stage flashing and giving brief glimpses of dark eyes and a deceptively relaxed form. His arm casually slung around a group member, legs crossed as he tapped his foot to whatever insipid pop tune was playing- he mouthed along, aware of the cameras on him, no doubt recording his reaction. 

Irritating.

The Sirens came back from a performance, seating next to them- and there was a moment, a mere few seconds where Joonki glanced over- 

A soft sweet smile, the fluttering of lashes, a coyness that remained clear even in the dark of the venue. (If it was brighter, would he see a flush of pink?)

Irritating. Irritating. Irritating.

The realization was sudden, and the knowledge curled and something dark in him bared it’s teeth. 

Before he knew it, Joonki had pulled out the pillow behind him, reaching over to toss it into Eunbyul’s lap. Over the music, he says loud enough for her to hear, but not enough for the others-

‘Just a little cover. Don’t want to be...indecent now do you princess?” His smile was something sharp, his tone a contrasting sweet croon. 

[fmjay-blog1]

( ❛ NEXT DOOR ┊ eunbyul )

                   preparations for a comeback was always something jaeeun liked. in their fast paced idol life, it was one of the things that he was always excited for. listening to the sample tracks, choreographing, recording in the studio and then finally showing their fans their hard work. although he and their castles haven’t parted for very long, jaeeun could really say he missed them already. 

                   after a hard day, he slumped on the dance room floor, sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead, chest heaving and ultimately very tired. it’s okay, he told himself. all of it will eventually pay off. this was his mantra after every day and he chanted it with his eyes closed. after a few minutes of that and catching his breath, he shoved his things inside his bag and went to the shower room after fifteen minutes of showering, he put a cap on and walked out of the company building.

                usually after practice, he would invite his members to eat out. but today, there was someone who lingered in his mind. an old friend that he promised to catch up with time and time again and failed. they were both fairly busy and being in the entertainment industry did put a strain on friendships. but he hoped to keep this one and a few others. so he fished his phone from his pocket and dialed her number, making a stop at a convenience store to buy an energy drink.

                “oh noona. are you busy? i...” he paused, struggling to open the bottle with one hand. “i’m going to grab a bite to eat. do you want to come with?

                   @fmeunbyul

[minhofm]

☆ BEEN A WHILE.

for @fmeunbyul ! date & location: april 2016 @ the worldwide media building.

walking on crutches into the worldwide media practice rooms, he really has no reason to be here. although his arm had healed quicker than he thought, his leg was still an issue. everyone had told him to stay home to let his leg heal, but he hated being home by himself and was starting to miss his friends. until both his arm and his leg are fully healed, he hasn’t stepped foot in the practice rooms, so he hasn’t seen a lot of his friends in two months because of it. he wishes he could at least sit in and watch during their practices, but he knows he’d only serve as a distraction and watching them will make him miss practicing. he at least knows better than to make himself sad with that.

however, he knew that he would need to come by the studios eventually. one small visit wouldn’t hurt, right? which is why he’s here now, following carefully behind sirens’ manager as they led him to where eunbyul was rehearsing, presumably for sirens’ may comeback. he peeks his head through the door, watching silently as he waits for their new song to end before making his presence known. “noona !” he beams at her, entering in the room with the lack of grace he once possessed — these crutches were really going to be the death of him. he approaches slowly, his smile never leaving his face. "that was so good — you should teach me the moves when i get rid of these. as sirens' biggest fan, i need to know all the moves !"

even with a bright smile on his face, there's a sadness in his voice that can't be hidden. he wants to be where she is right now: dancing in one of the company's practice rooms, following the routine of his group's choreography — his group, that was supposed to debut this month. instead, the songs and music videos recorded were released as pre-debut singles, thus pushing their debut back again. was it his fault their debut wasn't falling through? no — at least, that's what he's trying to convince himself. he's told that there were many other factors, but he can't help but not buy their words. had things turned out the way he wanted them to, he wouldn't even be a trainee anymore. he'd be a debuted idol and he would be performing onstage.

he wants to make worldwide media proud too.

despite the thoughts roaming his mind, his expression doesn't falter once. he's in front of someone he respects, and he doesn't think it'd be polite to express his worries unless asked to. he's both smart for not laying it on her shoulders right away, but also foolish for keeping it to himself for so long. talking to someone he trusts might've made the past two months seem less like hell. he stops in front of her, finally, and relaxes his shoulders. eyes bright, smile gentle. "i haven't seen you in awhile. my parents told me they didn't want a lot of people visiting me — i still hoped a lot of people would come. are you doing okay? i heard you and your group has been busy for the past few months with little to no breaks ..."

[fmxminjun-blog]

❨ ✵ closed starter ➝ @fmeunbyul​ ​❩

Time: 9:58 AM Setting: Dance studio in Seoul Date: 2015 Characters: Minjun + Eunbyul

Minjun had done special live stages with idols in other groups and from different companies before, that was nothing new to him. It was a long and trying process, especially since a lot of the time there were conflicts concerning schedules and other obligations, but it always turned out to be fun in the end, and the finished product was always well received. The only qualm he had about it was the timing of it all. He would have much rather have their practices in the evening, when he was actually awake, instead of early in the morning when he was struggling to keep his eyes open. He was not a morning person at all, everyone who knew him knew that much. He walked into the studio with his sunglasses and face mask in place, dropping his duffle bag on the ground next to the door, before stepping farther into the room, facing the mirrors that lined along the wall. He didn’t have to wait too long before his partner showed up, and he turned around to face her. “Morning,” he greeted, taking off his sunglasses. “I’m Minjun. They didn’t tell me who I’d be working with. I guess they wanted it to be surprise or something.”

[fmareum-blog]

—- remember.

@fmeunbyul​

         it happened in a dressing room. them ( possibly fated? ) meeting again. areum had talked to eunbyul maybe once or twice in her career, including her trainee years. each meeting, in areum’s opinion, was pleasant. eunbyul was a kind person, and she definitely made an impression on areum. them meeting again had to be a coincidence. or maybe it was the gods putting them together to become friends. whatever the reason, she had a uneasy feeling staring at the other girl. 

         there were a few reasons or her uneasiness. the first is that she had made a mistake in what dressing room she was supposed to report to. hers was just across the hall, but somehow she ended up in the wrong room. something that even she couldn’t explain ( maybe she was just spacing out? ). second, she was unsure if eunbyul even remembered her. sure they’ve seen each other around, and talked once or twice, but she wasn’t sure if she had made a lasting impression on eunbyul. all areum could think about was how awkward it would be if eunbyul didn’t remember her. 

          after standing by the door for a few more seconds, she opened the door and went back out into the hall, slamming the door. she closed her eyes, hoping that eunbyul wouldn’t check on the slam. she stepped away, and ran to her group’s dressing room door. once she settled onto one of the couches, she took out her phone, finger hovering over eunbyul’s number. taking a breath, she pressed the ‘message’ button. 

         ( to: eunbyul-ssi ) hey eunbyul-ssi ! it’s areum from rosebud.          ( to: eunbyul-ssi ) i don’t know if you remember me...          ( to: eunbyul-ssi ) but i wanted to apologize because that door slam was me and...          ( to: eunbyul-ssi ) i went into the wrong dressing room...          ( to: eunbyul-ssi ) feel free to ignore these ! have a good show. :)

[fmbyul-blog]

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— ✈ ; where my muse would go if they could move anywhere

“i don’t know... i’m pretty content here in korea, maybe i’d just move to jeju instead to get away from the bustling city life in seoul, or put some more effort into learning japanese so i can move to japan. yeah, japan sounds good...”

* muse headcanons! — accepting.

[fmkwanmin-blog]

Cold Days of December

@fmeunbyul Starter! [December 2015]

The weather was on the chilly side that day - bitter, without a flake of snow in sight. Kwanmin didn’t look forward to leaving the cozy training room where he was hot from practicing his dancing on his own and stepping out into the bitter wind. But...he was getting quite hungry and he hadn’t brought his snacks along. Besides, he was a bit too tired to keep practicing, and practicing alone did get lonely. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own though - when they weren’t promoting, practice was up to his own discretion, and Kwanmin liked to practice alone to avoid anyone but himself offering criticism. 

On his way out of the company building, Kwanmin caught sight of one of his label mates down the hallway. It took him a few moments to recognize Eunbyul - one of the vocalists from the Sirens. His expression brightened slightly, hesitating a moment before picking up his pace enough to catch up. They never got the chance to talk often since their schedules often kept them too busy to do so. He admired her vocal ability though he hadn’t brought it up - it seemed a little odd to do so in an unrelated circumstances. For once though, it seemed they were going in the same direction - outside - where it was cold. 

“Hey,” he greeted with a smile, hoping not to surprise her. “How are you...?” he quietly wondered if she would be interested in going to get something to eat with him or if she already had plans for the day - Kwanmin thought he might as well invite her along. At worst he’d just get a ‘no’. “Are you hungry? I was about to go get something to eat. I know a place that makes really good seolleongtang.”