intervention
Before Taeho could grab Dae-ah’s bag, Yuan-hyung pulled him and a few others aside and told him they needed to talk to Moontae. While he agreed, he also thought they should just let him sleep. He looked like he was about to keel over any second, but Yuanjun started going on and on about amnesia studies and incorrect coping mechanisms, and Taeho reluctantly agreed just to get him to stop talking. He couldn’t imagine what they would do if their Chinese member ended up being the leader like management originally wanted, the lectures would never end. He promised them he would go collect Moontae and brought Daeshim’s bag to their room.
In typical Taeho fashion, he didn’t knock, which he should know better by now given the things he’s walked in on, but knocking was so formal and they were family. “Hey,” He whispered as he stepped inside, dropping Daeshim’s bag by the door. Taeho was the one who moved their beds per Moon-ah’s request, but it was still weird to see them so far apart. It actually physically pained him to take their photos down, which he kept safely in the drawer in his own room. Just everything about this was so messed up. He got why Yuanjun wanted to confront Moontae, because this wasn’t the way to handle this, pretending like they never had a relationship.
Taeho watched Daeshim sleep for a moment before looking at Moontae with an apologetic smile, “Moon-ah, can we talk to you in the living room for a second? About Dae-ah?” He felt bad, because their rapper clearly needed sleep, and as the leader he should force everyone to just wait a few hours, but asking his members to wait was an impossible task. He led the way to the living room, where a small intervention crowd formed, causing him to wince. He didn’t think they needed this many people to make Moon-ah see sense. “Uh--so, a few of us are concerned about how you’re handling this,” He began eloquently.