#thread: san

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@irresistiibles​

Si Qi was glad he’d decided to go ax throwing with San. He never thought this was something he would want to do, but he was having a very fun time. He wasn’t very good at it though. He moved aside to let San throw, watching her as she did it. When his turn came up again he looked over at her. “Can you show me one more time?”

[iddax-blog1]

drink with me.

closed starter for @idohsan

for the most part, dax thought he could handle everything that was being thrown his way. titanium were finished promoting their debut and were working on a comeback, he was starting to prepare for promotions with promo, he was in variety shows and he was film. he thought that after training for so long that he would be ready to take on any and all challenges that came with the idol life. dax thought he would be indestructible; he didn’t go through so many years of waiting to get to a point where he felt overworked. every new things that midas pushed onto him or that he pushed himself into was making up for all the years he spent just sitting by, waiting for opportunities.

that wasn’t case anymore.

he was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. it felt like he was running a bit thin and his idol life had barely even started. logically, dax knew that he had to suffer through these years before he could become a superstar. he knew that it wasn't going to happen overnight and he could slack off like some of the senior idols were able to do once they became mega stars. he knew he was no where near that. but damn, he had to keep reminding himself to drink water and eat food that didn't come from the convenience store. dax was starting to feel old. and what does he do when he's feeling any sort of stress, discomfort, or just bored in general? drink heavily.

whiskey was his friend for the evening, the slightest splash of coke in his glass to mask a bit of the flavor of the alcohol. with his bottle full of his drink, dax found himself wandering around midas, looking at pictures on the walls and awards in cases, listening to the sounds bleeding out from practice rooms. he wasn't drunk yet. dax had been drinking far too long and far too much to let a few drinks bring him to a point of inebriation. sometimes he would actually get frustrated with his own tolerance; some people could have a few shots and be off their head, but dax had to suffer through waiting for his drinks to kick in and deal with the people around him who were already drunk. when he was a poor trainee, it was even worse. he couldn't afford anything fancy and even now he wasn't exactly making enough money to buy rounds of drinks for random strangers, but he was able to have a good time without wondering if he would break the bank.

as he meandered around the midas halls, he glanced into one of the rooms, surprised to see san in one of the practice areas. he was at a point in his night where drinking alone wasn't fun anymore and he wanted someone to keep him company, so it was lucky he ran into san then. without bothering to wait for the other man to finish whatever part of the song he was at, dax opened the door and leaned against the door frame, taking a swig from his water (now whiskey) bottle. "hey superstar!" dax yelled over the music, a smirk on his face. "why are you practicing so hard? i'm exhausted just fucking looking at you." he held his bottle up in the air and shook it around, hoping to entice san into cutting his practice short. "i have better plans for this evening."

[iddax-blog1]

so it begins.

closed event party starter for @idryusan word count: 422 time: halfway or so into the party

dax really hates parties like this. everyone is too dressed up, stiff and boring and complaining about being there. there are too many fake smiles being passed around, people pretending to be happy standing there talking to one another when every one knows that they would all rather be at home sleeping. he’s never liked these parties because he always seems to get wrapped up in talking people he couldn’t care less to be around. dax has never really had that many people he does want to be around, but at least at other parties, he can hide himself away with his whiskey drinks and scowling so he doesn’t have to keep up his image. in day to day life, pretending to be something he isn’t is normally fine. he deals with it, the fans love it, it lets him keep being an idol. but in his free time, the last thing he wants to do is talk to some random idol about how happy he is to meet them when in his head, he’s as far away from the venue as he possibly could be.

at this party though, dax finds himself wandering around, drink in hand, trying to make himself look busy so people don’t approach him. he talked to taeho for a while, the two of them trying to work out their differences and learn to be friends again after everything that happened. other than that, he really hasn’t seen any one he even remotely wants to talk to. he quickly finished his drink and goes up to the bar, throwing fake smiles around to people he passes to seem interested even though he isn’t in the slightest. dax orders a new drink, running his finger over the splash of whiskey rolling down the side of the glass before taking a long sip from the glass. looking out over the crowd, he sees san standing by himself looking even more bothered by the world than usual. he smirks a bit at the sight before he makes his way over to his friend. 

“you look like you’re having as much fun as i am,” dax says just loud enough to be heard over the music that is playing. he loosens he bow tie around his neck a smidge, breathing deeply afterwards. “do you think it’s too early to get entirely too shit faced and leave?” dax chuckles a little, trying to ease his friend’s obvious tension a bit. “so what have you been getting up to this evening? anything... thrilling?”