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[fmdsophie]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: a friend’s apartment || 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: late 2019 || 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: @gunwoofmd​

whenever sophie put a drop of alcohol in her mouth, she thought about her mother. being distant had never kept the woman from trying to push whatever beliefs on behavior and composure she thought a girl should have onto sophie. a kept woman, a spoiled and pampered wife, mina jung knew better than anyone what men expected of women; to be beautiful, demure and, above all, to be quiet. sophie had always been the first. ever since she was a child and mina saw very little of herself and very much of her husband in her daughter, sophie had been charming and pretty. quiet, not so much. she was as quiet as the situation asked of her, which meant not at all whenever she was around her friends. sophie’s popularity was unquestionable, a complete contrast of her brother’s restricted social circle, and sophie always made a point of being in the center of everybody’s attention. still, mina had taught her not to make a fool of herself for anybody’s sake. to look pretty and act prettier, even to be enticing, but never naïve. her mother carried a visible grief for her youth lost to an early marriage and a child born too soon – a grief that she drowned in alcohol. whenever sophie put a drop of alcohol in her mouth she thought about her mother, her insistence on good behavior and being a perfect wife in complete contrast with the sheer amount of alcohol she could manage to drink in one night.

sophie had sworn to herself not to drown her grief in alcohol, no matter what it was. just like her mother had wanted, sophie grew to be innocent but not naïve. she saw things and people for who they were, not through a rose colored lens – or at least, that was what she thought. up until a man had showed up and offered to her a relationship that mirrored her parents’; everything she believed she was supposed to want. and now he was gone, and for a couple of months she had buried her grief in several different things. tonight, it was alcohol. but there was no sadness in her heart and in her mind, not surrounded by friends she loved, friends she had missed. not when gunwoo was sat next to her, not when she looked at him and wondered how they had spent so long without seeing each other, without speaking to each other. had it been her fault? sophie was still laughing at what someone else had said when she turned to him and asked; “ did you miss me, oppa? ” she knew her smile to be bigger than usual, shinier than usual, when alcohol loosened some of the restrictions. “ why did we stop talking? ” as fast as it had come, the smile dropped, being replaced by a frown. “ was it my fault? ”

[fmdhyejuarchive]

“romeo, wait!” by the time she’d screamed out for her dog, it was already late. he had already stormed outside of her apartment door. following after him, she didn’t have to go too far to find him. as soon as she stepped outside of her door, she could see the shocked face of the male who lived right next to her. she dashed over to their door with an apologetic face. she thinks she recognizes the male, and the way his face seems to be flawless, she assumes he’s also an idol. hyeju’s just terrible when it comes to being up to date with current idols or anybody that debuted after her really. “hi, did a mini cloud happen to run into your apartment?” if it was somebody that she was close to, she would have ran in there herself, but she still has basic manners, and so she stays on the other side of the door and looks at the male with furrowed brows. though romeo’s about three years old now, he’s still quite a baby, and she’s worried about something going wrong inside the other’s house. not like she didn’t have the money to compensate if she had to, but it’d involve several headaches from herself and no snacks for her little boy for the next week.

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[fmdjoohwanarchive]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: gold star’s practice room || 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: mid july 2020 || 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: @gunwoofmd​

perfectionism might one day be joohwan’s downfall. the man would rather believe that it was his attention to detail and desire for everything to be as polished as possible that guaranteed the high quality of the performances he delivered. he didn’t think he was perfect, not by a long shot. hwan spent hours hunched over his phone, rewatching every single one of his rehearsals over and over again, trying to catch all his mistakes. there were plenty of those, as it was to be expected from someone who lacked as much as he did, and it was up to him to find them and correct them. joohwan cared not only because of how much he loved dancing but also because he didn’t want anyone’s money to be wasted on a concert that was less than perfect. he did the same thing for his solo stages whenever he was promoting, so it was inevitable that the man would dedicate so much of his time into making sure his first solo concert would be a place where people could be in awe of his skills.

( maybe that was why the scandal had hurt so much – not because of the exposure but because it lead to a series of rumors that questioned hwan’s professionalism. he was certain of all his flaws, wouldn’t dare denying them, but lack of compromise to his craft wasn’t one of them ).

everybody left and only joohwan remained. there was a little under two weeks before the concerts and some of the songs, he was certain he was lacking in a lot. it’d have been better if he had someone with him to point out where he fell short but hwan hadn’t wanted to keep people around if it wasn’t necessary. he had sent his manager out to go get something to eat, as the man didn’t need to play babysitter forever, and had gone back to work. he was just done with another run of thirsty, trying to watch as many of his angles as possible on the mirror, when he caught sight of the other man in the room. “ what are you doing here? ” joohwan asked, cutting the music with a remote and turning to gunwoo. “ i have this room reserved for the rest of the night. ”