#wshayan

[nabiws]

  subin wasn’t in a particularly good mood as he somewhat hesitantly entered the blue.m dorm. their manager had basically forced him into a practice room earlier that day since he had lately been showing little interest in preparing for the group’s upcoming schedule. while he was normally a hard worker when it came to training and practicing for performances, he just hadn’t been energized enough in the past couple of weeks. staying up most of the night dealing with his own personal thoughts and issues was keeping him from focusing on more important things. so, the manager pulling him along to train had certainly been a change of pace.

  all he wanted to do now was jump into bed and hide under the covers. despite the tough dance practice, taking a shower was the last thought on his mind. it sounded like way too much work. yeah, laying in bed sounded like the most natural next move. maybe he’d emerge again just in time for the group’s next comeback. punching in the code to the keypad, he lets out a long sigh, not sure what he’s about to walk into. if he was lucky, everyone else would be off doing their own thing and he’d be able to sneak off into his room without anyone seeing him.

  tossing his backpack into the middle of the entrance before lazily kicking off his shoes and keeping them laying wherever they had landed, subin drags his feet against the floor and starts to shuffle off towards his room. everything was going smoothly until he caught a figure in the corner of his eye. oh god. he could tell that it wasn’t minho. it would be unlike the other to go this long in his presence without giving him a hug. and, to be perfectly honest, that was the only person that subin would’ve happily welcomed at this point.

  head slowly turning towards you, he squints his eyes at the initial sight of you. who the hell was this? he was pretty sure he’d remember having seen you before. your face looked like one that he’d try hard to forget but without any success. “if you’re here to steal something, then you’re not really in luck. you probably should’ve broken into a more popular group’s dorm. we’re not really rich or famous yet.”

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[noahws]

12 & 23!

how does your family feel about your career & has there ever been a moment where you’ve been frustrated with your group?

  "you know, i think that my dad would be proud of me. he always wanted me to do something with music, so i’m pretty sure that he’d be in the front row of every one of our performances if he could be.” noah chuckled to himself. if his dad were still alive, the old man would probably keel over at the sight of his son playing on his guitar. it had been something that noah had never been allowed to touch growing up, and that had only changed after reading his father’s will. it was the last gift that he had to give. so, of course, noah made a point of bringing it on stage whenever he was given the chance. “and i think my aunt’s just happy to see my out of the house. she misses me a lot, but who could blame her? i’m her most handsome nephew.” not to mention the fact that he was her only nephew.

  “i’d consider myself to be pretty lucky. we were all friends before we formed the band together, so we get along for the most part.” then there was a sudden flashback in his head. noah rolling around on the floor, complaining loudly about the fact that somebody had eaten the last of his chips. with his arms flailing dramatically in the air, he whined about how he was about to whither away. how could they betray him in such a way? now, back in realty, he smiled slightly, showing off a weary thumbs up. “we always get along.”