Xander threw a mild fit as he looked down at his clock. It was official, he had been up for exactly 48 hours; having no rest or breaks in between from his hectic schedule, he quickly rushed the autograph session he was in. Giving his manager a look of disgust, he managed to pull through just a bit longer to wave off the remaining fans. This hadn’t been the first time that his schedule overlapped, but it was beginning to feel unbearable.
“Hyung, can we please rest for a second? Allow me to sleep for an hour at least?” he asked as him and his other members entered the van. “Oi oi, you and your prince-like demands. You have ten minutes to sleep on our way to the radio station, just hold in for another two hours” was all he could reply. Xander kept a firm grip on his hands as he resisted from breaking off the seat in front of him. Taejoon, the leader, looked up and blinked multiple times at the male. With little comfort all he could do was scoff. “Wah. Maknae have enough? I’ve been at this for several years day in and day out. You can’t handle a two nighter?” Taejoon let out a breath of air as it soon became dense in the car. “Don’t take it personally Xander-ah. But you should be greatful that the company is allowing you to do multiple events, especially with your young age. The drama’s, movie debut, our comeback? All those at once? You’re all anyone in K-pop is talking about. Trust me, your efforts and all nighters will be worth it in the end” he said before giving a pat on the back. Just as the van was about to pull away from the curb, a female with outstretched bangs across her forehead, and short legs came up to the window.
“Wait. Oppa, I’m one of your biggest fans! Please take my gift” she said bowing down and holding out a box. Jaehyun, one of the playboy members, looked up and nodded. “For me? You shouldn’t have” he said smirking. Before he could grab the box, the girl grabbed it back. “NO” she shrieked. “It’s only for Xander oppa. Good Luck on your movie oppa” she smiled, handing the box towards Xander before scurrying away. “Do you see what I mean? All the fans love you” Taejoon laughed.
After the long enduring the radio program, Xander could feel his eyelids sagging. “Alright. Off to meet the editor of the music video~” the manager spoke up delightfully. All heads sighed and complained softly, while Xander burned with anger. “You said that two hours ago hyung. When can we sleep? When can I sleep?”
“In due time. Soon” with the vague response, Xander couldn’t help but bust away from the group. Even the shouts from his other members and demands from his managers, he couldn’t dare waste another minute around them. All he wanted to do was return to the roommate house and sleep in a comfier bed. Growing hungry, he turned to the last resort. The pieces of candy the fangirl from before left. Pulling it towards his lips he could already taste the pungent puckering feeling of the sour tweet. Popping it in his mouth, he found it rather odd, it was sweet yet plain. Just as he rounded the corner, he sense something weird behind him; almost as if someone was following closely. Quickening his pace, he began to casually whistle to himself while sticking his hands into his pockets.
“Shit. Hyung catches up quickly” he muttered in his head as he turned the next street. He was sure of it that his manager was the one behind the creepy followings. Coming to a stop light, he noticed he was two blocks from the roommate house. Quickening himself, he felt the presence growing stronger. “Hyung you can stop now. I’m back where I should be, and I intend to sleep whether you like it or-” a sudden push made him stumble as he turned to see the darkened figure.
You aren’t hyung.
He shouted in his mind, flooding a surge of panic through his head. Before he could stand and run, his vision began to blur. As he fell to the floor, he spotted a figure, one with a long skirt, and a dark grin across their face.
[ Breaking News: Youngest member of popular idol group, ACME, suffers a near fatal accident. 18 year old, Xander Kung, has been spotted a block away from the roommates home, unconscious and abandoned without a trace. It is said that Xander was scheduled to return from a radio interview before returning to the roommate house. No witnesses have been identified, nor evidence of an assault. Police are investigating further for more information on this mystery. ]
Yoona fumbled with the hem of her dress, rocking back and forth on her heels. Ever since the couple announcement, it would be the first time she’ll be seeing her partner for the week-- Xander Kung. Just the thought of it all made her heart race with excitement. Yoona would be lying if she said that she wasn’t an avid consumer of romance dramas, shoujo mangas, and soap operas alike. Strangely enough, it wasn’t as if Yoona wanted that for herself. No, to be honest, she was more in love with the whole atmosphere of this trip than anything. It made her poor matchmaker soul flutter. CUPID! indeed.. who knows? Maybe unexpected romance and hidden feelings would arise between the numerous roommate couples during the next couple of days. It was more than possible.
She sighed dreamily, one hand gripping the handle of her suitcase and the other holding her hat in place. Jeju-do wind was surprisingly strong and apparently not against whisking away pink floppy sun hats. After a little adjusting, Yoona managed to pull out her phone.
[msg: xander kung (jeju husband~)] im outside the airport now! sorry for the wait-- my flight was delayed ㅠㅠ
[msg: xander kung (jeju husband~)] let me know when you get here!
Xander and Yoona? More like two hyper kindergartners on a playdate. I feel bad for the staff already...
I agree! I feel like Xander’s needs a noona to keep him on tack and in control. Which cameraman is stuck with them, they need to give him a raise ASAP.
Jordans, Roshe's, Y-3, Gel-Lyte, Yeezy Boosts. Minsoo had plenty to say when it came to his shoe collection. He most definitely took pride in his collection and has been accumulating shoes for as long as he first discovered the fad. Each year, something special was created, and as each new model that wanted was released, paycheck after paycheck, almost went to it. One could even say if he sold all of his shoes he'd probably be able to contribute to curing the drought in California. To appease the other party, he would simply say it was to fulfill his 'ghetto childhood dreams', or possibly just to earn a chuckle from them. Even admitting that it’s not uncommon for someone to buy two pairs of the same shoe, he would say, “When they retro a pair from my childhood, I usually cop two pair. One to rock, one to stock. It's a little stupid, yeah. I have doubles of some pairs 'cause you never know when Nike will re-release. Plus it’s good for trade."
As a dancer or performer, he believes that it’s no secret that assembling an outfit is like selecting social armor, and that what we wear has power over others (if there weren't truth to the cliché “lady in red,” designers wouldn't be making so many scarlet dresses)-- to the point where he could even say that it became the catalyst of his confidence and stage presence.
Upon waking up in typical 40 minutes delayed from schedule, Minsoo made a mental note that he would hop on the subway to the studio for a meeting. In the process of getting ready to head out, when he couldn't find his favourite, or rather prized, Ferragamo sneakers, it felt like he'd awakened this sixth sense where he was aware of this gaping hole in his reality where his shoes wasn't in his possession-- like he'd left his baby in the subway or something.
His ears perked up at the sound of the squeaking from the tiled floor as a person passed by. The identity of the culprit was a blur but he swore it was his beloved sneakers in the soles of another. "Nah, it couldn't have been...," he thought in denial as much as he wanted to bombard the other with accusations, it was against his morals. However, in the back of his head, it may be worth the effort. "Hey, have you seen my trainers? They look exactly like those..."
