#rottensdoll

[nocelestialz]

how would you rank your group members based on visuals?

"this is such a tough question. i'm going to cheat and just put all of them at first, and i'll be second. how does that sound?"

[virtuepoint]

how should i ask out the person i like?

seowon: who do u like that’s not me :(

seowon: i won’t tell u because i don’t want u liking anybody else

seowon: only look at me 🤍

[nonintegrity]

mercury fulminate / feat. @rottensdoll c. july 2021

stupid. stupid. stupid. this whole fansign is so damn stupid. this idol life is stupid, this damn door—!

with a snarl, daehyun rips the complex's lobby door open at last. the pristine glass rattles in protest back at him. he pays nearly a hundred million won a month on this godforsaken place, just for his keycard to lock him out for nearly a half hour? it's probably that fucking doorman's fault—daehyun has said something about this at least four or five times before, and every time, he's promised to say something to the building owner before leaning back in his chair and tapping away at his computer.

daehyun stalks into the mailroom and wrestles with the lock on his box—even the mailboxes here are broken, too, it seems. with methodical calculation, he thumbs through the envelopes, face a stony mask of boredom. some select fanmail from his managers. a postcard from his parents. bills—those will do quite nicely. he won't let the man get fired—he's not that heartless—but he can at least teach him a lesson.

he pulls the bill out of the envelope and crumples it up in his hand, before sauntering out into the lobby and throwing the envelope—the evidence—in the trash behind the doorman's desk. a well-timed call about "missing mail" later. blaming it on the faulty door for letting riff-raff in. letting the doorman simmer for a while in trouble when the building managers find the envelope—and acting embarrassed and apologetic when daehyun himself shows up on the tapes, absentmindedly throwing his own mail away. he's a busy idol, after all. mistakes happen. hopefully everyone will be more careful from here on out—and hopefully that door will get fixed, and the doorman will pay better attention to how well the building's amenities are working. daehyun understands completely.

the lies are all second nature. he doesn't even have to think twice.

he's practically purring with satisfaction, bad mood all but dissolved as the elevator doors ding on the top floor. he does love to play.

with his keys jangling merrily in his hand, he reaches for the doorknob to his penthouse. but the door is slightly open—the pulsating glow of the city leaking into a stream in the hallway, not a light on behind.

his hand hovers over the knob as his jaw ticks. he's not in the mood to deal with this tonight.

he slowly pushes the door open, one hand relaxed in his pocket, a disgusted scowl twisting his features.

"you know, i'd just been thinking of how long it's been since i've had a sasaeng incident. come out. while i'm still in a good mood."

[nocelestialz]

(if ive sent u one or if u got this one already u can ignore this!! 🤍) on-camera + are you a fan of any midas labels artist? do you own any merch?

"oh, i don't think i own any merch." jiho pauses for a moment to think back at what she does own. she was always someone who enjoyed whatever was charting and never fully stanned groups. it's why it took some time for her to fully understand how the idol industry worked when she became a trainee.

"i really enjoy kio's music though. his songs are probably my most played songs ever," she admitted with a soft chuckle. it was public knowledge already that she enjoyed his discography, so she didn't feel scared to talk about it out loud once more for these cameras.