#fmnahyun

[fmpark-blog]

[ kkt  :  나나 ]

→ remember that guy i used to tell you about? the guy who would always pick on me? → he just sent me an instagram message... his name’s nathan idk if u remember him → i can’t make this stuff up let me copy and past the message lmao → Hey park how are you? It’s been a while. You’re looking good in that last picture. Let’s catch up → for the record i do look good in that picture.. my ass looks good → thoughts?

[fmpark-blog]

focus on me

* @fmnahyun 

nahyun's presence alone is enough for time to rewind itself. it doesn't matter how much yohan has matured -- or how much he's been forced to blossom -- the ribbon of nahyun's voice has him looking back, past the seoul skyline, past the medley of lights and the rush of people.

he remembers the scent of rain, the rarity of bright, clear skies; he remembers his mother's voice, the call of schoolchildren; the cool metal bars on the playground, smooth under his fingers; the chipped paint of the apartment and the rough lines that climbed up the doorframe the taller he got.

nahyun greets him and he returns to that spring when he'd first been called park -- an accident that sticks and perseveres and chases him across oceans, settles into the city alongside of him.

"miss lana," he begins as he crawls under the table with her; digital love blares from the kitchen. he looks at her with wide, excited eyes -- drunk on soju and nostalgia. "remember when you were ugly?"

[fmpark-blog]

genesis

* @fmnahyun 

before park's first kiss, before his first time, his first crush, his first love, comes the first date. mostly, it is the aftermath of the abrupt separation of his parents and the unanswered questions that remained. matters of the heart and love and its source, its destination, as well as its relation to the unadorned violence of breaking; the venom of words; each year like a bad dream that clouds future romances; each month like an untreated wound.

but through it all, he strains against the bristles of the world, resolves to take life with the thorny threads it comes with. but if he must venture, he refuses to do it alone, drags nahyun with him. after all, if there is true love, then what he feels for nahyun is the closest thing he's come to know of it.

which is why they sit across from each other at an empty wendy's; unassuming affection sits between them with a side of fries, medium drinks; they even have matching frosty's waiting for them, melting under the pressures. resolved, park leans forward, thins his eyes and studies nahyun in search of love -- no matter how fragmented.

"so... are you, like, in love with me?"

[fmjaemin]

cauldron

( WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE THING TO COOK? ) 

“shabu shabu! i don’t do it often, but whenever i do, it makes for a good time at small gatherings.” 

[fmtaegon]

cobwebs

↳ halloween asks ! status: accepting

Cobwebs: One place you would never want to get lost in in the dark?

“my hometown  - i just know that it wouldn’t be a good idea, even if i grew up there. i don’t think it’s even that safe in daylight - so if somehow the nyc went dark it would be ten times worse.”

[fmruri-blog]

✮* EXISTENTIAL CRISIS!

—feat. @fmnahyun !

✮✫★ *—- ❛ UNNIE . . . ever wonder if this idol life is something that’s really good for everyone? ❜

the question is MURMURED so softly it surprises even the girl asking it— yuri blinks and glances at the older woman apologetically, hoping it wasn’t too FORWARD. but her CALMER side has settled in . . . and the same way an EXISTENTIAL CRISIS can occur in the dead of night at a sleepover, ruri pushes on in the middle of the day, in the middle of a busy street corner, with an ice cream in one hand. people move around the pair and ruri wonders, DISTANTLY, if they can recognize the two. uncaring of how strange it is for her to reveal her maturity so suddenly, ruri takes a CONTEMPLATIVE lick at her ice cream.

❛ for one thing, yuna-unnie told me about what it was like being the visual of her group— don’t you think it’d be HARMFUL to be subjected to that all the time, and for younger kids to look up to something that’s so UNATTAINABLE? and there are scandals left and right . . . it’s not good to be criticized so publicly for so long, yeah? ❜

a pleasant BLUSH crawls onto yuri’s cheeks with the realization that she’s delved too far from her NAIVE concept.

❛ — but of course . . . that’s just me talking stupid! ❜

[fmdabin-blog]

cross the line

starter for @fmnahyun​ !!

    a month back, dabin had the chance to visit her family and hear what had occurred the long time she was away. they talked and ate and, alone with her siblings, discussed what they would prepare for her mother’s birthday in a couple weeks time. she vaguely remembered her mother’s newfound interest on skincare products. it had blossomed when they first set foot on the streets of seoul; her mother boldly trying samples of lotions and testers of cleansing foams. sometimes (all the time, actually. but she’d never admit it—it only brought about embarrassment on her mother’s part), she’d find her mother furtively hogging freebies, using just the packets from her stash and never purchasing actual bottles for simpler consumption. quickly, dabin had called dibs on her present, crossing out a possible item from her brothers’ options.

    it’s decided by that time that she would save up her allowance for those seasonal products. she planned on buying a whole set—spoiling her mother was an occurrence held once in a blue moon. there wasn’t even an opportunity to celebrate with them last year. this year, she’d show up, possibly make up an excuse if she has to. because she was actually spending money to give someone a want and not a need.

    so she ventured to innisfree. unsurprisingly, there was a line that snaked down the shop, curving twice to fit the whole queue inside the store. she sighed, and swiftly got the character themed boxed set everyone came for. dabin lined up and checked her cash, adding up her bills then getting displeased when only a hundred won of change would be spared; she had hoped it would be possible to use the change and buy a smaller product for herself. her annoyance slowly grew when somebody cuts the line right in front of her.

    “er—excuse me? would you please get to the back of the line?”

[fmkapsook-blog]

@fmnahyun

“You’ve got to be kidding me..” Sookie grumbled under her breath as she looked out the glass doors of the building, watching as the dark and gloomy clouds spilled heavy rain down from the sky. She reached up to touch the hat on her head, before slowly shaking her head. It wouldn’t do much of anything to keep her hair from getting wet, something she would much rather avoid at the moment. Call her girly and uptight all you want, but she refused to get her hair, and the rest of herself, drenched in rain. Something told her that she should’ve brought an umbrella with her earlier in the morning, but the sky was so nice and blue that she immediately dismissed the thought. She sighed and stepped away from the doors, walking backwards before turning around and almost immediately running into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry!” She pressed a hand against her chest as if that would slow down her heart rate. “You’re stuck here too, huh?”