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[fmdhyojung]

going to the platinum concert was a no-brainer for hyojung. all things aside, such as her friendship with the members, she believed in being a supportive company senior for all the groups within gold star. if she found the time in her schedule, she’d gladly go to any concert or fanmeeting that was asked of her. she was lucky this time around with yumi’s cells filming not having started just yet, and that’s how she finds herself backstage after the concert.

there’s been a lot on her plate with transit love, yumi’s cells, and selene’s comeback all sort of whirl winding into her life, but the concert was great, which wasn’t surprising at all. she hadn’t been able to catch a glimpse of the members just yet, so she’s chatting it out with a staff member instead when she finally sees a familiar face. 

the last time she had a conversation with gyujeong, he was drunk out of his mind, and she’s not sure how much of it he remembers. but hyojung’s a polite labelmate, and he deserves some kind of congratulations (even if he doesn’t want it). “congrats. the concert was really nice,” she states as he passes by. 

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[fmdjace]

◤heartbroken playboy

❝ don't ask, i'm a little drunk right now you're not gonna get the answer you want anyway mind your business, someone wanted to take care of your love don't be ridiculous, i can tell by your face @gyujeongfmd

to say that jihoon was living in the gold star recording studios would be an understatement. eve he finds it surprising how much time he has spend hunched over a notebook an a way too dimly lit room, surrounded by takeaways and scrunched up papers. honestly unhealthy but no one has told him that yet. he knows it very well and to an extend he doesn't need to hear it from anyone else. he's a man on a mission, just how he wrote his first solo album from feelings he wasn't able to confess to, he is writing this one to get things off his chest. he doesn't think he has called anyone a bastard, but there are first for everything.

he decides that after the fourth energy drink that evening, he will go for a walk, get some fresh air, something, anything to get his mind off whatever bullshit lyrics he had just managed to come up with. so with a loud sigh, a crash or two from pushed empty or half filled cans off the desk (by complete accident) some swearing, he exists the studio just to directly run into someone.

"shit, sorry-" jihoon spits out before he can even stop himself, tired would be an understatement. he fixes his beanie, hold his gaze low initially, bowing apologetically to the person. however, as soon as he straightens his back the need to walk back into that studio was pretty high.

"hyung-" since when does he call gyujeong hyung, he isn't entirely sure. who does he even call that nowadays? he shakes the thought away "hyung, can i ask for a favor?" there is no hello, no nothing. something tells him he can get away with it, at least for now, he will apologize later. later, he might not have it in him to ask his senior for a favor. so, like most things lately, jihoon takes the plunge without a safety net, pretty okay if gyujeong declined his request.

[fmdduri]

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excitement of backstage had been brewing. then again, duri always felt the excitement when he was backstage somewhere. perhaps there was none and it just something that duri had been creating himself. but, he was alright with that. 

basically bouncing like a happy dog running through an area, duri had already felt pretty good because he was the second opening act for the evening, having already performed his own solo set. following that, he had gone back to titan’s dressing room to switch his outfit back, just so he wasn’t sat among titan in the simple outfit that he had worn for his solo stage. it wasn’t long, till he was back in the outfit he came in, ready to go back out.

however, it seemed that duri was going to be a bit longer, since he’s run into a familiar face that he hasn’t talked to in a while. a platinum member, someone who he always enjoyed talking to when they came across each other. “hi gyujeong!” he greets him, that usual smile on duri’s lips as he greeted the other. he kind of wipes down his own outfit once more, just to make sure there’s no creases or wrinkles. 

“are you looking forward to the rest of the night?” 

[fmdmin]

❝ really really

❝ a cool goal, a ceremony like a propose let’s choose our pet names honey or baby or darling it tickles my stomach just thinking about it @gyujeongfmd

minhee does not remember the last time he was at a concert that wasn't their own. it almost felt surreal the fact that he got to enjoy so many great songs, jump and sing along to a close friends on his's group. exciting, refreshing, he couldn't wait to tell gyujeong how good the concert was, as if he was the one that was on the stage. platinum really was the group for the public, great songs, great stage presence, so nice to watch them on stage.

he almost feels like a child wondering backstage to see a relative, smile wide and bouncy as he's guided around the corridors by the staff. after all, it was gyujeong who invited him to the concert, there was no other way that he could end this day but annoy him for as much as he was allowed. it doesn't take long, maybe a few minutes maybe more before he see's the other idol in the corridor and he feels like he can combust.

"how are you guys so good on stage, like wow- wow-" minhee speaks, almost as if he has been the one on stage, running off the adrenaline of the concert. he can't help himself but reach out to gyujeong, patting him well on the shoulder. "such a good concert, a great one even, enjoyed it so so much."

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ash could swear time is moving backwards. he’s restless to take his leave and each moment is longer than the last, succeeding in making his chance to break free from one uncomfortable situation to another seem further away by the moment. 

he’s not even hungry. the thought of picking at any of the seemingly endless array of food offered to them is so entirely unappealing, he hasn’t even ventured near that part of the house, and the shots he’d done before the awards show have long ago worn off. in theory, the afterparty is supposed to be a place to unwind, but he feels more wound than ever.

there’s no rhyme or reason to why he decides to take a seat with gyujeong in a relatively uncrowded area of the ordeal they’re trying to call a party other than defeat and the belief that gyujeong is at least someone who won’t attempt to force happiness on to him like some of the vaguely familiar faces who have called out to him tonight. 

“i don’t think anyone told the organizers of this party that afterparties are at least supposed to be fun,” he tries, testing the waters of conversation if only to give himself something to do. “i don’t know what i honestly expected from the people who forced us to waste several hours of our lives watching them autofellate themselves via guise of awards show, though.”

[miraefmd]

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mirae picks up her step to place her next to gyujeong when she sees him in the hallway of the broadcast station. quite contrary to her aversion to him in recent times, she’s decided to start construction on a bridge across troubled waters today. a birthday seems as good an excuse as any. if he brings up the family shit, she’ll still be more than happy blow it all up and not look back, but she can’t deny it’s become a bit tiring to force bile up her throat each time she sees him.

hwang mirae doesn’t forget the hatchets she’s forged, but she can bury the ones that have gone dull. 

“a little birdy told me yesterday was someone’s birthday.”

the little birdy in question had been her phone calendar, filled to the brim with the birthdays of labelmates and important industry people.

“no present, sorry,” she presents her empty hands, palm-up and she looks over at him to make sure he can see her face isn’t mocking. “classic ‘what do you get for the man who has everything plus a current hit song and his own clothing line’ dilemma, but feel free to drop some hints and something might show up at your door still.”

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[fmdjaein]

august 27th, house of bronze, off-camera

jaein’s trying her best to stifle a yawn as she lights up her cig. the first thing she did once stepping foot onto this lakefront was look for a place away from the cameras where she could smoke. thankfully, there were a few staff members who had beat her to it, and so she kept their little hiding spot in mind. 

the stupid rules that came along with this show meant that ultraviolet couldn’t start their practice until a whole hour later which meant that she had to waste the remaining time somehow. she thinks she’ll be spending it alone until she finds a familiar figure making her way towards her. since they’re behind the cameras and all, she gives him a quick head bow before going back for a whiff. 

“this whole thing sucks,” she can’t help but complain because they’ve had this conversation before. well, not exactly in this context, but she doubts that gyujeong is thinking too positively about this whole show. “waste of our time,” she adds on with a roll of her eyes.

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[fmdjoosung]

finding one idol amongst this many groups was a needle in the haystack situation, but oh so satisfying when the journey came to the intended resolution. that being, sung could finally breathe a sigh of relief when she saw haon at the other end of the room.

“hi!” she greeted, perhaps a little too chipper to make up for the nerves already starting to boil. he seemed to shy away more when she was too eager, so she attempted to wrangle herself back in before she spoke again. she was semi-successful. “since i heard all of our three companies are competing, i wanted to wish you well and stuff, so i made you something.” from behind her back, she exhibited a bracelet in her palm. colorful, with variation of beads, and a cheering message between them. it hadn’t taken more than five minutes to put together, but it was about the connection. “i made it, since, you know, the whole bracelet thing between us. i thought it was, um, funny? or, something like that.”

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[fmdkiana]

few things and people were able to bypass kiana’s analysis paralysis and have her move. limited edition releases, seeing someone she cares about after a long time, and, seeing someone she cares about in trouble.

from the second yeseul mentioned she and gyu had broken up, she’d been itching to leave. jogging out, running to his door, she couldn’t be bothered to be embarrassed. five - would he even be home? she needed to try, even if not; for as much as she hated yeseul, she’d heed her wish. take care of him. he needs someone despite how tough he thinks he is. later, she could have the sense of mind to get annoyed that yeseul would think she wouldn’t already know that, but right then, all she could focus on was gyujeong. her fist had lifted, perched to bang on his door, but- she couldn’t make this worse by causing a noise complaint, which might set off another ridiculous scandal.

one, single, quite bonk as she settled her forehead against the door, and brought her bag around to her front to scroll through her phone for the note with his key code, fuzzy now from the months of infrequent use. despite that, punching it in was like habit, once she started.

door closed behind her, she was already halfway to shoes off, took the half second to right her shoes and hang away her bag, before speeding off towards his room. hand on the doorframe, she caught herself before she stumbled in fully. breath still coming in harsh, kiana allowed herself something resembling a sigh before, “hey.” then, no overthinking allowed, she let herself into his room, sat on the floor in front of his bed, “i heard.”

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Gyujeong

[fmdhyojung]

gyujeong is absolutely one of the last people hyojung expects to see once she walks backstage after the concert that she has to do a double take to confirm that it is the platinum member in question. her first thought is that gold star made him do it to look like a supportive company mate, but she also thinks he doesn’t seem like the person to take instructions from anybody, even if it was their company.

thus, her feet lead her toward his direction and by the time she’s standing in front of him, her head’s tilted in confusion. “fancy seeing you here,” she begins before giving some last minute greetings to the staff members passing by them. “oh, do i not get any flowers?” she’s referring to their interaction at his own concert. 

hyojung almost hates to admit it, but she’s grown sort of fond of gyujeong and his presence. she doesn’t understand him all the time, and she thinks he has an oddly negative perspective of the world, but he’s pretty entertaining to be around. that’s why she sparked up this conversation in the first place, hoping that he could provide something amusing enough.

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[fmdjace]

◤just today adulthood

❝ the immature me sometimes i become an adult im going all the way, drunk every night i don’t want to be in deep thoughts ok @gyujeongfmd

it was like catalyst couldn’t catch a break, like gold star was trying to work them to the ground but jihoon wouldn’t complain about that. he would rather be busy and booked than wondering when his next schedule would be. it wasn’t like he wasn’t keeping himself busy as well, but a comeback was nice. he gets to linger backstage for their showcase and just relax before they get rushed on stage.

however, unlike the usual mc’s, this time the platinum members linger around and jihoon thinks its been long overdo to annoy some of them. maybe specifically gyujeong, who he has at least one mutual topic of interest if memory serves correct. so he shoots his shot for a conversation in the safest manner possible.

“hello.“ he starts, seating himself in the proximity of gyujeong, smile tugging on his features ever so slightly “excited about worlds? league of legends.“ he clarifies, just in case. personally speaking, jihoon was ecstatic about it, if you ignored the hours he had to watch it, weren’t ideal. he honestly wished he could go and watch it live, at some point, but he doubts gold star would let him enjoy anything if it wouldn’t bring them money.

[fmdjoosungarchive]

stuttering out half the first character of gyujeong’s given name, sung contemplated. even if they were friends now, it would be rude to assume he could toss around more casual language without asking. friendship could be precarious in early days; sung had learned more than enough throughout his life to be more careful if he didn’t want to lose those he came to care for.

he opted instead to call out, “haon!” arm waving above his body before he jogged over to meet. “how are you doing? have you had the chance to visit that fish rehabilitation place you talked about?” his hand lifted towards his face, ready to lay down and cup his cheek, but pulled away after a moment. no sense asking for breakouts.

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[fmdmin]

❝ nobody but you

❝ my friеnds say that I'm naïve pretending to be fine and saying that i'm doing well they say i look emotionless @gyujeongfmd​, off camera

minhee was walking around, tossing his bottle of water from hand to hand, making himself look as busy as he could really. there was only so much you could do while walking around the broadcasting station, looking for someone that wouldn’t judge him and his monotone tone and pace. a guy could dream right? the thought itself makes him physically sigh, shoulders dropping as he round the corner, walking straight into someone.

“i’m so sorry-“ the dancer speaks up, before he even looks at who it is, bowing deeply while taking a step or two back. he raises his head slower than he lowered it, but the little worry in his body vanishes when he sees gyujeong. “oh, hey.“ minhee says, the brightness from his voice dimming a bit and his shoulders slouching. its gyujeong, he doesn’t need to pretend he has the energy around him, right?

“what a pleasant surprise, finally a face to brighten my day.“

[fmdjoohyun]

— a quick smoke with @gyujeongfmd — filming of crowned round one live performance  — july 09, 2022

joohyun doesn’t make too constant of a habit out of smoking. cigarettes not only ruin the lungs but also the throat – both of which are completely indispensable for someone whose career is built around singing. so she tries not to, even if most people in her life can go through a pack in a day no issue. but the pent up stress from everything that lead up to this day, to this entire week is enough that, as soon as andromeda is released from the stage after finishing recording their performance, she finds a way to sneak out to have a smoke.

it didn’t even cross her mind to change clothes before stepping out into the area specifically reserved for people to smoke. still in her stage costume, joohyun attracts some odd looks from people around the building before she’s finally out – she doesn’t care about the stares, doesn’t really about anything other than finally smoking.

naively, joohyun had hoped she’d be alone. but she walks out and is met with the sight of another idol there. it would’ve been better if there were more people, as she’d feel less awkward about completely ignoring the man, a senior of hers on top of it. joohyun almost, almost does just that, but it’s only when the cigarette is between her lips that she realises she forgot her lighter. “shit,” she curses under her breath, pulling the stick from her mouth and approaching the other. “do you have a lighter?”