#hdmolan

[sebbyhd]

even the sun must know the dark side of the moon. @hdmolan

it's almost embarrassing at times how sebastian could find himself feeling overwhelmed at the slightest of changes, the smallest of things. this week was just the worst. it was the kind of days where he woke up feeling more exhausted than normal, and wanted to hide away forever, but he couldn't, not with practice or schedules looming over his head. he had the same dreams over and over again, and the present ache in his chest, not so pleasant at all, he missed his family, ached for it, while resenting his parents.

his phone was set to the side, he had found a secluded room that was probably used for vocal practice from the microphones and the speakers could ever even say, and he curled up on the floor, back pressed against the wall, his form huddled, trying to make himself as small as possible. he couldn't be so vulnerable in his own dorm room, it almost felt sacred, really, but in the back of his mind, he felt paranoid, a voice reminding him that anyone could come and find him like this, anyone could come and see him. maybe what he was missing was a kind soul willing to offer a shoulder and an ear to listen, but that was something he would never admit, something he forced away, not wanting to even acknowledge it. it was part of the problem. the crux of it really.

he took a shuddering breath and forced himself to calm down, his hands were shaking, he placed them on his thighs and breathed in slowly, and then out, counting his breaths. in the end, it'll always be okay, no matter what it was, he would be able to shake it off and get rid of it.

and though he had thought of the possibility, he hadn't thought of it actually happening- hearing the door unlock and open, he blinked a few times at the bright lights, looking up in surprise when he saw a female around his age step in, and he quickly rubbed at his red rimmed eyes, brushing any stray tears away, voice a bit rough from misuse, "sorry- i didn't think anyone reserved a time slot to practice today. i can leave, if you like."

[hdjamie]

[ on a mission ]

UNDISCLOSED MALL, SEOUL — [ JAN. '23 ] Jamie and RYU MOLAN go shopping …

Jamie isn't a total slob. He knows things about fashion, or at least he likes to think he does. The only thing is, he simply can't pick out a cute outfit in a short amount of time, and he'd never in his life had the forethought to plan an outfit ahead of time, so he usually ends up looking pretty basic, maybe a little dishevelled. He's lucky he can pull it off, with his slightly messy hair and lopsided grin. In another world, where Jamie wasn't an utter mess, he'd probably be really into fashion, and experimenting with his style. He's always liked how Robby dressed, but he'd given up trying to copy him; it never looked right when he did it. Today, however, he had a fashion-fairy-godmother to help him.

Jamie and Molan had slipped away on their day off to the local mall, excitedly talking about how Molan was going to turn Jamie into a dashing prince charming. "What styles are we going to try out? Matrix-chic? Noughties vibes? Cyberpunk babe?" He has no idea what any of those words mean, and he's pretty sure 'matrix-chic' isn't a real thing, but he's excited, and the world (mall) is his oyster! "Okay, I have a fashion question. How do girls wear those teeny tiny dresses on nights out and not freeze to death?" He's pretty sure if he tried to wear a teeny tiny dress, even in the daytime, he'd be shivering so violently he'd trip over his own feet.

"You're in charge, so which shop are we going to first?" He asks as he peers around at the abundance of choices, stretching out ahead of them along the never-ending mall corridor. It had been a while since he'd been to a mall, and it takes all his willpower not to beg to go to the food court first. They're here on a fashion-related mission, not a mission to fill Jamie's belly with all the good food he swears he can already smell all the way from here. Mmmmm... fried chicken.