#ftlina

[fttaewoo-blog]

unsolved,

@ftlina / november 2018, where taewoo accidentally butt dials lina

it’s odd, really, how fucking terrifying it is even thinking of talking to her, face to face without any texting involved. hell, even talking to her on the phone would be out of his comfort zone.

taewoo lounged back, fingers braided and placed behind his head. it was well into the night; the members of static were supposed to have an off week, but is there really ever time to rest when you’re trying to reach the top? he had began preparing for static’s upcoming comeback with the title song “shine”, learning a few dance moves here and there from a teammate in charge of choreography (he’s good at making lyrics, not dancing). but it felt as if they had been going at it for hours on end and a break was in order.

and so taewoo sat in silence, dreaming, with his phone in his back pocket.

how was he going to pull this off, confessing to lina that he liked her? taewoo had it worked out in his head, but doing it for real was, for the most part, absolutely horrifying. there were so many was it could all go to shit and so few to where it would actually work out: were the odds really in his favor?

taewoo and lina had been conversing back and forth through text for the better part of four months, and taewoo -- unarguably -- has had a crush on her for longer than that. the shred of hope that she had a soft-spot for him, too, was keeping him alive and pushing him to confess, but his doubts were still there. they were there, festering, crumbling peace of mind, pushing away--

he heard a voice, soft and seemingly coming from his pocket. quickly, he pulled his phone out (buttdialing, again?) and placed it to his ear, not looking at the screen to see who it was because it was always a manager or his mother anyways.

“hey, sorry about that,” but then he heard a laugh, a laugh that belonged to a voice that belonged to the one person he was dreadding talking to without the convenient, editing abilities that texting allows. in a moment, it felt as if all the fascia in his body turned into cement (and the dread of never buying a new phone because this one obviously keeps glitching seeped into all the cracks).

[fttaewoo-blog]

poison or love,

@ftlina​ / where neither can say what they’re really feeling 

static had been busy wrapping up promotions around the entertainment world -- critical beauty was nearing its death and so was taewoo’s energy. at this point in promotions, he was able to perform critical beauty with his eyes closed, or maybe even asleep (god knows that he has done it once or twice barely awake, considering the schedule they’re kept to). when he was a rookie, all he would do was practice the routine over and over again, reciting his lines one after the other until it was time to perform -- there was no room for error then, and there still isn’t now, but at least he’s more comfortable. and, besides, he has something more important to tend to: lina.  

at least he isn’t as jumpy as he was before when a text comes through; over the past few months, his heart would stop in curiosity every time his phone would ring, wondering if it was her that was seeking his attention (or, the more plausible answer, feeding into his greedy needs). but now? he was more eager than nervous, wondering about her thoughts and tastes and favorites and wanting to learn everything that she was willing to teach him. even if taewoo had felt something similar to this before in the past -- arguably not as strong as whatever he was feeling with lina (like? lust? love?) -- there was something different about her that he couldn’t quite put a finger on. in a way, it was like they were meant to be together; he knew, though, that it was just his heart getting ahead of itself.

outgoing ➟ lina 💕 ↻ — really? that sounds exciting and like a lot of fun! your new song seems like it’ll be amazing, i can’t wait to hear it and cheer you on

part of him hated it -- hated every moment -- because he knew nothing would come of it. besides the obvious elephant in the room of them both being idols (if not forbidden to date by their company, forbidden due to the fact that fans would drop like flies if either so much had a moment on camera together), there was little to no reason for a girl like lina to feel something for a boy like taewoo, after all. he had to constantly remind himself that he was probably nothing more than someone to talk to during her busy schedules -- he’d take it, though.

[wealthy-hq]

[ reece kings ]’s lookalike was strolling down broadway street in their [ doc martens ]. [ milo harrison ] just had a birthday bash for his [ nineteen ] birthday. he has been living in new york city for [ six months ]. i hear he tends to be [ anxious ] at parties, but also kind of [ warm hearted ]. ( he/him ) [ bella, est & she/her ]

welcome home, milo! the role of reece king is now taken. have your account in within the next three hours or your role will be reopened. we cannot wait to have you apart of this roleplay, lovely!