#infinite:start

[yooneundal]

Eun-dal or as the world knew him Yoon had been practicing for hours, hours that he didn't need but it was the only thing he could think of to calm himself down. He had spent the better part of the day going back and forth with management about his image, they loved his image. Yoon the sweet, innocent one. That had been fine in the beginning but the idol felt like he had grown out of it. He wanted a more mature image. He was nearly 25 and not a teenager anymore. And he wasn't innocent. He wasn't the worst member to deal with but he definitely want an angel. He never did anything seriously bad, but he did bend the rules to his advantage. The rules were stupid anyway.

After finishing the last few steps of his routine he stood there frozen, panting and drenched in sweat, once the music ended Yoon fell to the floor, laying down and stretching out, a loud groan escaped him as he punched the air in frustration. Clearly he wasn't done being mad. The next song started, and too tired to move just let it play so he lay there and pout in private. But that so ended with a rattling of the door to the practice room. "OCCUPIED" He called out before it rattled again. With a muttered curse under his breath the male stood and went to unlock the door, swinging it open. "What part of occupied don't you fucking understand?" He snapped glaring at whomever was on the other side.

[wtfxeden]

eden couldn't believe his luck. it was like they purposely gave him all the weirdos for these fan calls. trauma dumping, a furry, and top it all off he also got a sasaeng who was all too happy to complain to his face that she didn't get ren for her call. "you know what? you're right. you spent all this money for a call- you should get what you deserve. i'll get him for you." eden presses the 'end call' button and takes off his headphones. "i'm done!" he says directed at his manager as he gets up from his station and begins walking towards the exit. "don't worry, i'll be back. potty break." he reassures them despite having no intention of returning at all. he walks out quickly before his manager could try to pull him back to his seat, accidentally bumping into someone as he made his way into the hallway. "oh- sorry."

[dxnbii]

creating a reality show after wrapping up the tour was perhaps the worst decision infinite ever made. she hated it. there was always a camera in the room or a camera crew lurking in hallways trying to get any little clip of what they deemed to be quality content. what could possibly be so damn entertaining about watching her eat? she felt self conscious enough without having a camera in her face while she tried to take a bite of her food. heavens forbid they actually capture what shes sure fans need to see- like the trials and tribulations these idols and trainees go through everyday. no- danbi biting into her granola bar was far more interesting to them. she'd had enough. "get that camera out of my face!" she demands, shoving the camera away from her since it'd been too close for comfort for too long. she begins walking away but since they seemed to follow her she started speed walking...which lead to running. she wasn't sure she could outrun them- not in these shoes at least. worst day to wear platforms, she so runs into the closest unlocked door. she quickly closes it behind her and leans back against the door, exhaling. "oh-" danbi stands up straight when she sees she wasn't alone. "hello."

[luvaera]

☆ ﹙ click ﹚ …　open starter　!　੭

a frustrated huff can be heard from the idol as her hair drips water onto her phone screen for the nth time. being soaked head to toe by the rain was not on her 2024 bingo card. yet, here she was, seeking shelter in a nearby convenience store. the idol would source a ride home or to the company building at least, but she didn’t feel comfortable getting someone to drive with how hard the rain was pouring down.

“i should have stayed home.” the twenty-five-year-old chides to herself under her breath, pushing her slick locks out of her face. hazel eyes watch the drops fall from the sky, ignoring her reflection that beckons for her to take a look. chloé knew that she looked a mess, akin to a wet poodle with how her hair stuck to her face and how her casual clothes clung to her frame. perhaps holing herself up in the practice room wasn’t her greatest choice tonight. obviously. her suspicions were confirmed when she had purchased ramyeon, the cashier sparing her a look of pity.

the idol would rather have messed up a lyric or missed her cue on stage than to be given that look ever again. well, it was an exaggeration. netizens would shred into her, looking for any minor thing to hate on her or her group members these days. sue her for her dramatics. aera had been too caught up in wallowing in how the universe hates her to have noticed the person, presumably also taking shelter from the torrent of rain, occupying the space of the dining counter next to her. glancing over, her hazel eyes catch them looking away — caught red-handed staring at her.

“do i look that bad ? you’re staring. that’s rude, you know.”

[jianlol]

.ೃ࿔ ; open starter !

it wasn’t as if jian was avoiding his manager — no, not at all. not one bit. nor was he hiding from them, that would be blasphemous. he’d been called to the company building under the guise of a late christmas gift from the ceo himself which. . wasn’t his brightest moment to believe that but was he about to admit that? hell no.

instead, the vocalist was met with disappointment in the form of a heavy scolding for cursing ‘too much’ in the last live he did. in all fairness, he was asked if he had any favorite korean words and he answered honestly — plus the fans seemed to like it.

in the end though, that was how he found himself sitting on the floor in one of the more secluded corners, hugging a santa standee somebody forgot to put away and snacking on some chocolate he found in his jacket pocket. perking up as he saw a familiar figure walk by, jian threw his now empty balled up candy wrapper at them. “psst- hey!” he whisper-yelled. “down here!”

[joohaz]

jooha sighs stepping into the large room littered with boxes of indigos latest album. while he knows that blues love them so much they sell out in mere minutes, he hates having to actually sign the hundreds of albums promised to their fans. he pops in his ear buds and presses play on his phone before plopping down beside an already opened box with his shiny new sharpies in hand. he glances at them before deciding that the silver would pop best against the dark blue cover of the album. jooha brings the cap end of the sharpie up to his mouth and bites down, yanking the cap off and shooting it somewhere else in the room. let the carpal tunnel begin. he makes it through half a box when he suddenly senses another's presence. jooha turns, flinching when he sees someone no more than a few feet away from him. "oh...hey." he says rushing to take the ear buds out, awkwardly chuckling.

[lvminosityy]

seungho has always been quite fond of christmas. he loves the sparkly lights, holidays movies and overplayed christmas music playing on the radio- he could do without the ugly sweaters though. jooha had told him all about christmas in new york and now visiting the big christmas tree at rockerfeller was on his bucket list. but for now he's content with their own little traditions right here. on his way out of the building his stumbles upon a fallen mistletoe (no doubt placed there by the pretty red headed valentine's fairy herself). he picks it up and attempts to place it back up where he was sure it'd been hung. he stretches up but is just a few inches short from reaching the door frame. seungho pushing up on his tippy toes then flinches when the door suddenly opens and is face to face with someone. "oh..." well this was awkward. "kiss?" he jokes, playfully puckering up.

[ofnari]

❀ ❀ → OPEN

It wasn't like Nari had planned this dognapping. The chance presented itself and she took it. The singer had noticed Haneul was looking after Bomi that day, walking around with the small dog strapped to his chest. But at some point, and it's not like she had been keeping tabs, he had left the pretty dog in a chair all by herself. And what was Nari supposed to do? Leaving Bomi there and just ignoring that Seonhwa's child needed attention? Grinning, she made her way over to Bomi and picked her up, kissing her tiny head. "Hey, baby. I know, dad's busy so I'll look after you for a while." If anything, she could send Han a text later so he knew Bomi was with her. Before the bodyguard returned and caught her, Nari rushed down the corridor and managed to get into the elevator before the doors closed. "Oh, we made it!"