#너와 나의 사이↻애리

[404fmdminjung]

starter for @eriifmd

all gather around the dinner table, they say. it’s all non-mandated events, pushed into forceable ties when her stomach grumbles and she has nothing more than the same american buffet style food. at this point, it’s no use when the shin ramen cup back in the room serves a better time than the lines of people she’s forced to interact with.

today, it’s her manager that nudges her to sit down in the open. no longer pocketed to a corner where the wall reflects her mindless musings — now, it’s a situation where there’s no aversion to conversation.

what she can hope for is a quick break — finish it up, then leave. no time for conversations when she can scoot out of there the faster she slipped in. yet, by the time a stranger takes a seat in front of her, the act is up and she turns her gaze towards the new face. scrunching her brows together, it’s one she doesn’t know. hasn’t seen (maybe, a fan intrusion is entertainment in the making). “if you’re here to meet your favorites, i’d say you’re blending in just fine.” minjung’s face peers over the other’s, a quick slip of a wink. “but just be aware, if the managers find out, it’ll be a quick game of cat and mouse. so, best of luck — i’m rooting for you.”

[404fmdminjung]

starter for @fmdharley​

hangang feels like a second home to her — her sense of peace inside the late hours of the night. little promotions for psycho breed little worries for the next day, so she relieves herself underneath the sound of rustling trees and the cracks of a hoverboard bombarding her silence. “so think about it —” minjung starts off her game, and it’s like she has her deck of cards sprawled out in front of the table with stakes on the low. “they have three big companies, and they created this base complex. they want videos of us to use as holograms and whatever other things they want to make out of our pictures...”

and it’s the sound of her lighter that halts the sentence, meeting the end of her esse change — a click as she bites down on the filter. “you don’t think there’s some conspiracy theory surrounding that?” one inhale. then exhale, and she lets the thought ruminate above his head like the cloud of smoke floating above their heads. “i’m pretty sure they’re trying to clone us. replicate us, so we’re out of jobs and they can exploit us 24/7.” her eyes turn over to give harley a quick glance, confirmation that the validity of her tone soothes through, and it’s enough to bring forth a gleam of a smirk across her face — seriousness, that has trouble remaining in the rules of the game.