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@fmdhaejun

Promoting with Decipher again, even for as short of a time as it was, made finishing work by 2 feel odd and slightly wrong, like he was being lazy for not turning on vlive or practicing harmonies. Everyone in the company building seemed to be frazzled from the stress of work, but after a short cosmetics photoshoot and a brief meeting he was set for the day. 

Instead of fleeing back to his home Seungmin went down to cafe nestled on the first floor. BC Entertainment may be a slave driver but they also had good taste, and the cafe’s coffee and bakery was probably the best on this side of the city. Slinking down the steps in his sullen melancholy from a day gone boring, he drifted to the cafe and into the back of the queue as he silently debated whether he wanted a white chocolate brownie cafe mocha or a raspberry cheesecake latte with extra whipped cream and sprinkles. 

He choose the latter, coming out of the line with a cup as tall as his head and a drink topped with a mountain of white cream and raspberry bits. On the side of his cup his ‘normal, not celebrity name’ was written: Antonio. 

“Yeah that’s me, I’m Antonio. Now I’m going to drink you,” he whispered before taking a sip, then he looked over the available seats and almost choked when he saw Haejun sitting with an old man in a shiny, new suit. Who is that? he wondered, the warning signs and curiosity sirens going off in his head. Seungmin ducked down behind the passing customers, squinted to make sure that yes, that is Haejun making that nasty expression, and stealthily he slid into the booth directly behind the pair. He held his latte, but it was forgotten as he leaned back to overhear the conversation.

“...Your father...the hopital...time...responsibility...” Pieces of the stranger’s lecture came by in fractures, each sending shivers down his spine and stimulating the worst assumptions he could imagine. He grips his latte harder, the cardboard creasing, and soon the strange man leaves. Once he’s out the door Seungmin stands up, hair tousled, and he swings around to face Haejun at the other side. 

“Who was that?!” he blurts, wide-eyed. Is there something wrong? Is Haejun sick? Is there someone important to him that’s sick? His stomach clenched at the thought of Haejun enduring something like that alone, even if he regularly got on his nerves for the past few years. 

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@fmdsooah

On a nice, warm winter’s day he took Sooah to the indoor world of lotte world, simply because it’ll be less crowded now that the Seoulites and travelers would be lured out into the infamous natural world. But they weren’t having any of that today.

“Sooah!!!” Seungmin shot up from his crouched position where he had been digging through gift shop shelves, bumped his head, and shouted Sooah’s name because no one else beside them and the zombified teenage cashier was out on a Tuesday. “It looks like you!” he grinned, waving a pouting, stuffed duck in his hand. Then a second plush joined, a bear with a swollen face and a grumpy, sour expression. “And this is Haejun! Look, it’s practically identical!” He raved, waving the pair as the cashier looked on with muted horror (or annoyance). 

Still smiling, his gaze swept over the gift shop, which had enough mascots to represent just about all the BC artists, and walked over to where Sooah had been browsing. “I think I’m going to get both of these,” he pondered aloud, mushing both on either side of his face. Money wasn’t an object to him these days, and whenever he brought Sooah out for a play date he ended up spending ludicrous amounts of money. Whether she wanted food, toys, or fun, he was happy to fund it so long as they were together. 

“What do you think?” Seungmin asked offering her the duck plush. Instead of classic yellow the soft, synthetic fabric that made up the duck came in a pattern of a pastel rainbow - colors there very much reminded him of Sooah’s sweet (although sometimes mischievous) nature. “Cute, right?”

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Hey guys, I’m back with revamped Seungmin. You can read about him here and his profile is here, and I also made a plot page which you can find here. I’m pretty behind but I’m working to catch back up! Please message me if you would like to plot and I’ll get back to you :) beneath the cut is a tracker, and please say so if I’m missing you! 

writing for:   @sooahfmd​ (starter)

waiting for:   @fmdangel​ (reply)

ploting with:   @fmdhaejun​   @durifmd​   @fmdhaneul​   @fmdjason​   @fmdwren​   @fmdsooyeon​   @fmdtaesung​   @ariesfmd​   @fmdmoonjin​

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fmdangel:

The last person she expects to show up at the practice room was Seungmin. They WERE friends. She still hopes that they are. They shared a lot of memories. Their first drama wasn’t easy at all but it was bearable because they had each other. They were one of the leading ‘loveteams’ then and so many fans were disappointed when they revealed that they were just friends. Good friends. For how can Anna date someone who was in the same group as her first love and ex-boyfriend, Haejun? It had been barely a year then since she debuted. A lot of his fans didn’t like her because of the drama but he always assured her that it was going to be fine. He was a good friend of hers and it was such a pity how they had a fallout. 

When he rushed towards her, Anna was shocked. This was more dramatic than what people would’ve expected from them. It was like a scene from a movie. Pretty surprising that he even appeared out of nowhere. His embraces make her blink, once, twice, before she realized that she missed this kind of warmth. This kind of embrace that’s willing to take her sadness, one that’s willing to take some weight and share it so she doesn’t suffer on her own. 

“Ryu..” Her voice was above whisper, soft and trembling as her sigh blurs. Tears spill out as she cries in the arms of the friend she once lost. “I can’t do this anymore,” Anna tells him in tears, grasping onto his shirt as she buries her face unto his chest. It’s somewhat unfair, the feeling that burns holes through her being and she’s left broken into pieces but no one has heard her cries for help. “What did I ever do to deserve this kind of pain, Seungmin-ah?” Anna couldn’t control her sobs. Her tears poured like heavy rain after a long season of extreme drought.

There grew a big gap between them, when before she was his greatest confidant; in some ways, Anna knows him better than any of the Decipher members. Seungmin, naturally, pats her back as he mentally goes over his internal ‘how to take care of Angel when she is sad’ guide, first written years ago. The sweets were missing, but as he held her he realized how little actually changed between them.

“Don’t say that,” he begins, his voice quiet and still as she hides her face and cries into his shirt - it’s something that reminds him of drama acting; surrendering to the weight of emotions that piled over the years. The confidence he had just a moments ago faltered as he watched her shake, because it felt like she might break in his arms if he didn’t hold her up. What happened to make her this upset? His heart beats faster as awful visions conjure in his mind and he forces himself to focus, trying to remember how she used to wipe away his tears and turn him from a mess into himself again.

Seungmin closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, then rubs circles into her back. “If you’re going to keep crying, you can lean on me” he tells her for no reason other than it seems right. What else can he say? That she doesn’t deserve to feel pain? Such a sentiment is a fairy tale, and it won’t banish her demons. “Let’s..sit down,” he whispers, leaning his head against hers. Should he tell her that she’s strong and capable of anything? And then what - that because of that she’s not to cry or be weak, not even for a minute?

“I’m right here” Seungmin, above all, just wants to reassure her that she’s safe, and that he’s here to care for her in all of her tears and then get her to smile that goofy, classic Angel smile. “What happened?”

secret love affair.

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Hello everyone! So my muse for Seungmin has been super low because his negativity plus my own right now hasn’t been working... annnd I decided to revamp him into a more optimistic character!

I’m keeping his fc and general info, but I’ll be changing parts of his personality and backstory. That should be finished this weekend :o I’m also very open to keeping plots and what not with some editing but yeah I guess I should finish his revamp first!! 

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fmdhaejun:

[ 📩 ➡︎ SEUNGMIN HYUNG ] argh stop it. i’m not checking you out [ 📩 ➡︎ SEUNGMIN HYUNG ] wow. thank you. thank you very much. [ 📩 ➡︎ SEUNGMIN HYUNG ] as if they need reminding, they’re still holding on to that

Even though in real life, their relationship wasn’t as close as appeared on camera –– but fans saw thing through their own lenses, and they knew better than to shatter them.

[ 📩 ➡︎ SEUNGMIN HYUNG ] why are you texting me anyway, just come here and talk? [ 📩 ➡︎ SEUNGMIN HYUNG ] is hyung afraid of me? am i too good-looking for you to be around so closely? ㅋㅋㅋ

[ ➔ baby haejun ] i’m not afraid you little freak [ ➔ baby haejun ] you’re asking for a lot of work on my part

He debated going across the room to talk, but instead he curled up in his chair and zipped himself up in a long coat, cocooning himself. They were getting along better since they’re last fight, but he doubted it would last long. 

[ ➔ baby haejun ] yeah i think i’m okay over here where it’s warm and away from the pds ㅋ [ ➔ baby haejun ] distract them for me, thank you~

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.fmdsooyeon:

* ♡ ˙ ˖ ✧  ◜— there were times sooyeon was just hit with the realisation of just how much control bc actually had over her life. they told her how to act in public, forging non-existent bridges of friendships with people she’d never even met before, and she was forced just to play her part. she supposed that’s why they favoured her so much— she got into a lot of crap, sure, but she always bounced back from it. she rarely protested any of the things they asked her to do— which was why she was here right now, playing the role of doting dongsaeng to someone she’d much rather throttle.

don’t get her wrong— she gets along with most people. seungmin just seems to be one of the few exceptions. he’s, for lack of a better word, an asshole. she’s pretty sure even his own group members can’t stand him. but hey, bc had to pretend like they weren’t completely neglecting their older groups, so here they were, sooyeon and seungmin, doing a vlive together!

she took another sip of the soda in front of her— the cakes tasted like shit, but you know. no calories, so of course that’d be the shit bc would make them eat. god, why couldn’t it be meat? “my—” she was cut off as he smeared the frosting on her cheek.

good lord, she wanted to kick his ass.

“i guess i am!” she grinned, picking up a cupcake with the most garish blue frosting she’d ever seen in her life, before smacking it right on his mouth, making sure most of it got into his mouth. two could play at that game— and sooyeon was determined to win.

The twitch in her expression and her fake grin is a joy in it’s own. Sooyeon’s way too easy to tease and tormenting her kind of feels like having a sibling without the warm affection or responsibility. “That’s right~!” he agrees, his smile reaching his eyes which wrinkle up in false sincerity. The chatroom lights up with typed up laughter and comments on Sooyeon’s cute factor, as well as compliments on how heartwarming their companionship is. How great is it that BC’s artists are like family! Seungmin laughs and takes a sip from his coffee, momentarily taking his eyes off of her.

Then he feels the grainy, cool frosting kiss his open mouth and spread onto his face. He can only think about how bad this must be for his skin and how he’s definitely going to kill her if he wakes up tomorrow with even a hint of discoloration. “Oh, you~” Seungmin coos, hiding all of his bubbling rage and the urge to scold his junior. He tries to play it off coolly, licking some of the frosting off of his top lip, and although it tastes like paper and mothballs he hums in approval. 

Then he leans towards her, as if he’s going to place a frosting kiss on her forehead, but instead he reaches forward and ruffles her hair, knowing full well that there’s still traces of frosting on his fingers. “So cute~” he coos again, talking to her as if she’s a child. With his debut came two things that he hated the most: cringey aegyo and being belittled. There was a time where he’d been forced to flutter his eyes and beg for cheeseburgers multiple times a day, therefore he takes every chance he gets to impose that same treatment onto his ‘favorite’ juniors.

“Sooyeonnie, you should show your fans some aegyo” he suggests, reaching for the stack of napkins to wipe his face. To continue the charade of friendship he passes Sooyeon one as well, preferring not to cross the line too much. “See, everyone wants to see it” he grins, pointing out the frenzy of comments that fly across the screen. 

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ariesfmd:

he knows that voice, that face, immediately. seungmin looks good as usual. the wrinkled expression areya makes at the expensive car is uncharacteristic, but only brief. he raises an awkward brow even at the other’s compliment. seungmin’s being seungmin, but areya’s not so much himself. he’s disjointed. his mind’s mixed up, and the way the sky turns purple in his vision for a moment before warping and returning to its neutral dark within the span of a blink his concerning. he’s not looking his best either, but he needs this. he needs this moment, to go out where the hell he was taken and to immerse himself in something. anything. no matter how bad. hell, he’d play russian roulette with his life at this point. just to get rid of the pins and needles scraping at the puddles in his mind for a little while. seungmin would know how to deal with it.

‘when’d he get that?’

so he gets in the car and lays his pride out on the cold, chewed-out sidewalks of which he stood. he’ll pick it up some other time. for now, he doesn’t bother with it, nor a seatbelt and occupies his hands at his thighs after closing the door. it smells both sensitive expensive in here, but there’s that leathery smell that chokes areya and squeezes his nostrils shut. he’d rather not deal with sensory overload.

“hi there. i wasn’t gonna freeze, sunbae. if i did, it’d be your fault anyways,” he yawns and presses himself stiffly into the passenger seat. as if he’s hiding. “where are we even going to the point that you dress like that? i look like usual.”

Once he’s inside the car Seungmin closes the door, and for the span of a few seconds he’s alone in the park. Around him, the snow drifts down slowly. He thinks of Areya, who trusted him this easily, and of the melancholy that hung around him like a thick blanket. Everyone’s lives are plagued by such heavy sadness, and because there’s no escaping it he can only think of one thing: to rebel against it. 

He gets back in his car and the snowflakes sticking to his coat melt into the fur. It’s warm, but he still feels the chill of winter on his hands, ears, and nose. Areya is sinking into the passenger seat and the dim lighting war[s his shape into something softer, and he looks almost vulnerable. It’s unlike his persona, but that’s how people like them tend to be. 

“Please, don’t call me sunbae outside of working hours,” he requests, and shifts the car back into drive. “We’re going somewhere that plays musics that won’t make me want to blow my brains out” Seungmin answers, candid and quiet. “It’s just outside of Hongdae. A co-founder of the foundation is hosting a private event” he elaborates after a moment, deciding to give him a real answer “no random civilians, no paparazzi, no cameras - basically, we’ll be able to relax.”

Seoul never rests and the cityscape glows in a shimmer of neon colors; they won’t be able to see the stars tonight, but the passing lights give the city a feeling of mystery and intrigue. As traffic piles up he’s forced to drive slower, although it’s not difficult to slide through the lanes with a little care and haste. The radio’s still shut off, and because he has no desire to listen to the top fifty he turns to Areya and asks, “what’s in the bag?” 

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RYU Seungmin’s instagram as of 2018.01.31. feat. @fmdhaejun

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durifmd:

       duri felt as if he had seemingly gotten used to whatever it was that bc had thrown at them schedule wise. usually, his personal schedule would be filled up outside of decipher promotions nonetheless, with bc throwing whatever appearances they wanted at duri. he didn’t complain, he just took them, and went on his way. nonetheless, he was excited for this comeback, maybe a little over the moon that he got to be back with decipher. 

“ah, do i show it that much?” he chuckled. there’s too many times where duri had stayed up at night, doing all sorts of works. he’d either be writing songs, composing something, reading off lines, and loads of other different type of works. he could remember the times that seungmin had joined him; those days were truly something. 

he nodded his head, “i did, i couldn’t help myself. they were all so excited, it made my heart flutter a lot,” he admitted, laughing a tad bit. duri was happy; he was always happy, obviously, but he was way happy with all the excitement blooming in the air for the current oldest group to be having a comeback. he was rather jumpy with excitement himself.

Duri’s happiness seemed to radiate off of him as if he was a thermonuclear bomb, while he personally felt more like a fried egg or mushed avocado. “Don’t worry about it. You always work hard, that’s who you are” he encouraged him, his own negative thoughts starting to drift away now that he had time to bask in their happy virus’ optimism. No one tells you that a dumb amount of optimism is major strength for an idol, but Duri set a good example.

He wonders what it’d be like if he debuted now. Having Duri as a sunbae sounds like a dream, like he’d infect all the juniors with his drive and passion. As he starts stretching in the practice room, the thought makes him smile. 

“It’s amazing that they’ve stood by us for this long” Seungmin comments, considering all the other boy groups their fans could have moved on to. “We’ll have to post on the fancafe tonight and thank them, right?” he asks, reaching his hands down to the floor to touch his toes, his muscles unraveling from a night of little sleep. When he rises back up he looks over to Duri, then takes out his phone.

“Should we take a picture together?” Seungmin offers. He treats Duri with much more kindness than he does anyone else in Decipher but they haven’t taken a picture together for months, and for some reason his mood is good enough that he can’t help but ask. Just like old times. 

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fmdhaejun:

It started with a little crack on the wayy that both had decided to ignore. It’s just a small crack, what damage could it do? But as years past, the little crack grew bigger and bigger; overtaking the whole wall, until it became impossible to overlook. Such was the relationship between Seungmin and Haejun.

How it started, how it all began, perhaps neither could pinpoint exactly the time or the cause of it all. It started from something so tiny –– a change in both people, mannerism in which they dealt with their own problems, attacks that had, in some way, altered how their mind worked and how they presented themselves in the society. A change in their passion, a change in the lenses through which they saw the world.

People changed, Haejun always said. They changed.

He scoffed and looked away from Seungmin; his smile wasn’t one of spun dreams and charms like the one he put on for fans, it was a cruel one, so cruel. Maybe it’s the only way kim Haejun could truly smile. “Maybe? Because anyway between us two, aren’t I the only one taking care of shit?” Or the one who cared. Seungmin used to. Notice the past tense.

There was frost in his eyes and frost in his tone, he was not the kind who burned with anger –– that much was obvious. But then he gave a sigh and let himself cooled down (was such a term even appropriate when he’s nothing but ice in his rage?), as he sensed the tension that settled in the room, and the clear discomfort that was expressed through a cough by the sound engineer. “If you don’t wanna do it, just quit –– but don’t do such a half-assed job.”

Seungmin takes a heavy drag from his cigarette, then soothes his burning throat with clear, premium, banana milk. Haejun isn’t happy; but what’s else is new? He listens to him complain and punctuates it with another hit of nicotine. That addicted portion of his brain clicks and like a breath of fresh air, he feels the rising calm. He snuffs his cigarette on the ash tray, leaving it half-finished. 

He predicts that Haejun is staring at him with an expression that betrays his princely image, replacing it with a vengeful, draconian devil. Being right isn’t satisfying, because although he can manage an unaffected facade, inside he’s feeling bitterness and frustration. He wants to yell at him to leave if he’s so bothered by him, but he knows that Haejun’s anger is his fault and that he only acts this way because he cares. Somehow, he still can after everything they’ve been through. Seungmin runs a hand through his hair, and tilts his head. He keeps all of these thoughts to himself, and then bites out a reply. 

“Yeah, I’ll just quit” he rejoins sarcastically, “Then I’ll retire to planet Saturn and buy a loft.” Seungmin tosses his empty milk carton in the trash and stands to meet Haejun, finding his eyes from his spot across the room. It makes him freeze for a moment, the chill of regret sinking into him. This isn’t what he envisioned for himself when they first debuted, but he dug his own grave and had to lay in it. 

“...Fine,” he agrees finally, filled with petulance. He walks back to the recording jail, and in passing Haejun his comment slips out before he can think about it, “just stop complaining already.” 

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fmdjoonsoo:

Joonsoo had a surprisingly close friendship with Seungmin, someone who he considered to be a good source of companionship. Not only had he stuck by him through his struggles as a trainee and as the beginning of his career as an idol, but he had helped him immensely as well. He showed him the ropes, so to speak. How to properly portion off his food, how to deal with fainting spells and dizziness from lack of proper food intake. 

He wasn’t sure how he would have made it without him, and he’d developed some sort of dependency on him in some ways. He was the only one who understood him and understood why he did what he did. He was the only one who helped him. 

While their friendship dwindled out slightly over the years, Joonsoo still had a pretty positive perspective of the older male, and whenever both of them had free time on their hands, he jumped at the chance to hang out with him. Whether that be going out and hanging out somewhere in public, or just hanging out at Seungmin’s place and playing video games into the early hours of the morning. 

“Hyung! You’re cheating!” 

Inside his dark apartment, the only light comes from a large tv, and it bathes his room in a pale glow. He sat on the foot of his bed, a blanket draped over his shoulders and a giant, plush cat head cradled in his lap, and he held a video game controller between its aqua blue ears. 

Completely enthralled by the vivid, glossy graphics of Smash Brawl, Seungmin entered the zone; the clear, visceral concentration that all gamers sought to tap into for the thrill. Jigglypuff, his ever faithful champion, bounced into the air vigilantly with each tap of the A button. His only objective is to totally obliterate Joonsoo, who is probably one of the few remaining people willing to play games like this with him. They’ve been close for awhile now, ever since he decided to help him survive in this crazy world all those years ago, but that didn’t mean Seungmin would go easy on him.

“Come on, Jigglypuff,” he murmured, feeling his competitive side slip out, “go in for the kill!” Noticing an opening - albeit, not a fair one - he makes a fatal move to take away one of Joonsoo’s lives. Simply enough, he pushes his character off the edge, and made sure he couldn’t easily get back up by throwing a succession of fireballs at him.  

“It’s not cheating!” he protests with a laugh. “It’s called winning.”

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✉, ✿, ?? :~)

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[ ➔ baby haejun ]    you may be surprised to hear that i’ve been reflecting.   i’m sorry that i keep hurting you, because i’m being selfish. i miss   the days when you could trust me, and i could trust you. we were good   friends at one point, but because of me, we fight all the time now. i wish   i could let you and decipher go easily, but i’m still here for some reason.   part of that is because of you. i love you, i miss you. haejun, 

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

[ ➔ baby haejun ]    why are you staring at me right now 

[ ➔ baby haejun ]    oh. are you checking me out? i look good right now? 

[ ➔ baby haejun ]    you know you’re still my ideal type, right~? maybe i’ll tell everyone that during    today’s radio show lol. the fans will love it ♥♥♥ trust me ♥

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ ➔ baby haejun ]    play three days grace at my funeral lol 

[ ➔ baby haejun ]    wait this isn’t sooah that was meant for her. NOT. you. 

[ ➔ baby haejun ]    ...by the way... i’m sorry for being an asshole to you the other day ishouldnt   have taken it out on you,. you work hard and you

[ ➔ baby haejun ]    . nevermind. 

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fmdangel:

She’s supposed to be used to this. She used to wait for letters, summer vacations and probably months before she could even see or talk to him. But as Anna grew up, her patience for Haejun has gotten shorter. She has learned what to prioritize first and what comes before Haejun since she started working as part of BEE. “Goddammit.” It wasn’t normal for Anna to be this frustrated and swearing wasn’t her strongest suit. As much as possible she didn’t swear. Her sighs were deep and loud as she continues to sit alone in the practice room. She was exhausted. 

For years, they managed to keep their relationship hidden. Not a single soul knew (except for family members, not that they announced it before but they were always pairing them up then) not even after they went separate ways (if you can call it that). “What’s the point? You’ve always been like this.” Anna was talking to her phone, staring a the photo she and Haejun took ages ago. She kept it. A reminder of her great first love. She always blamed him, even though she knows she has her own fault too. Anna knows but refuses to acknowledge it, just as the both of them seems to refuse to acknowledge a lot of things. It wasn’t on purpose that she left her phone just somewhere around the room as she does a solo practice for her special stage. 

The dancers have all gone home and she’s just too pissed to go home right now. But when she hears a familiar voice, Anna turns to look at the person. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or worried that it’s Ryu. A friend of hers from Decipher. Her Jason. Most importantly, Haejun’s group member. “Ryu-ah..”

His apartment’s no home: it’s an empty, lonely space in which he hides from the rest of the world. Just like his apartment the studio, Decipher’s group chat, and BC’s cafe, is mostly empty and without the comfort of company. Still, as a budding isolationist, he’s good at filling the void and rarely feels the awful pangs of depression and heartbreak in his present everyday life. But, he realized, that not everyone is like this, and that there are people he still cares about that suffer in silence without the thrill of annihilating hyper-realistic zombies to sooth them.

Coming from the cafe, Seungmin kept his phone in his hand and his mind on the sole objective of finding Anna. Maybe they’re not as close as they once were, maybe his actions created rifts that couldn’t easily be fixed, but he still loves her. Ever since Dream High, where they supported each other through the long, unforgiving hours, he thought of her as his closest friend; it’s simple, he’s not going to start ignoring her pain now. It doesn’t take long for him to come to the dance studio she was using and he enters with a sense of urgency, not taking the time for a second thought.

“Anna.”

His heart aches when he sees her, wearing that expression that betrays her true feelings. 

“You can’t fool me with that face” he says, and rushes towards her. Seungmin pulls her into a hug; it’s something she’s done for him hundreds of times, and in the moment it feels like the only thing he can do. “Sorry” with his tightening embrace he apologizes, softly, for his brazen actions and sudden, somewhat dramatic, appearance, “I just felt like something was wrong.” 

secret love affair.

[fmdseungmin-blog]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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