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Jan 8 2018, 11:40 AM
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Pyo sighed, and this close, his breath fogged up the mirror he was nearly pressed up against. He was a sight right now, all long limbs scrunched together trying to fit on the bathroom counter while he was in his underwear, but he'd fit into smaller places for less important things... you got good at it when you had as much anxiety as he did while also being as tall as he was. He shifted and tilted his head at another angle, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he finished the wing of his eyeliner the way he'd gotten the stylist who handed his makeup to show him. It was probably a little over the top for a date, but he wanted to look stunning. He wanted to take Joon's breath away.<BR><BR>
Joon was perfect. There was really no other word for his boyfriend. The dancer had swept Pyo off his feet from the moment they'd been introduced. He was kind and gentle, always waiting to make sure that he was okay with anything before they did it. It was sweet and necessary, really, when dealing with a basket case like he was, even if Pyo had been trying to get Joon to kiss him for ages now. There was plenty to be nervous about- trying to keep their relationship a secret from the management and higher ups wasn't a picnic- but for once, Pyo didn't care about the risk. This was the most wanted he'd felt in ages, in as long as he could remember.<BR><BR>
He pulled back enough from the mirror to turn his head from side to side and figured this was the best he was going to get- especially since he still had to get dressed before Joon got there. He probably still had plenty of time. Setting the stolen (borrowed! He was going to give it back! ...maybe!) make-up to the side, he slid off the counter as gracefully as he could and checked the phone he had set on the counter earlier. Cursing when he saw that he had spent a lot longer than he'd thought trying to get his eyeliner in order, he stumbled out into his dorm room and rushed for his closet.<BR><BR>
He was too concerned with pulling his jeans on and pull the top he'd finally picked out over his head to realize that his roommate had been in the room the entire time. When he turned around he gasped and nearly fell over, laying a hand against his racing heart as he tried to laugh off the panic that wasn't subsiding just because he saw who it was watching him. "Shit! Y-you... you scared the hell out of me, Kyu," He tucked some of his dyed hair behind a ear and fidgeted, reminding himself not to panic. Okay, so Kyu was here now even though Pyo was pretty sure he was supposed to be distracted for a few more minutes. So Kyu'd know that Pyo was sneaking out for a date. It wasn't like Kyu didn't know they were dating; Kyu was more than just his roommate or group mate, he was Pyo's best friend. The person he trusted most in the world.<BR><BR>
It was only Kyu didn't like Joon. It wasn't something that Pyo understood that well but knew as well as he knew his own name; for as long as he'd known Joon, Kyu had hated him. Well, that wasn't exactly it. Kyu didn't think Joon was worth a second of his time. What he really hated was that Joon took his best friend away from him- even thinking about it had a flush tinting the top of Pyo's cheekbones as he smoothed out the shirt he'd pulled on. He and Kyu were closer than most friends, and the legendary jealousy wasn't new. As much as Pyo had wanted to pretend as a trainee that it was because Kyu wanted something more, he'd never seriously made a move in that way in all the years they'd known each other.<BR><BR>
He almost lied, thought about coming up with some elaborate story so Kyu wouldn't know where he was going or more importantly who he was leaving with, but the thought of lying to Kyu made his chest tight. "I'm going to... we're going out. Tonight. Me and Joon." He glanced at the door and then back to his friend, smiling a little bit in the way he only did when he was around Kyu. "Do I look... o-okay?"
<BR><BR>@Kyu-Hah Yu

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Pyo froze from his spot at the hand dryer and stared down at his still damp hands with wide eyes. There was no way he saw who he actually saw... right? He psyched himself up and after a few seconds did a quick glance over his shoulder and back to confirm, but even before putting his eyes on him, he knew it was who he thought it was. It wasn't like this couldn't happen- as much as BOSS put their foot down about interacting with idols from other companies, meetings were impossible to avoid at events like this. After all, it wasn't like BOSS had its own bathroom, and all idols had bladders last time he checked.<BR><BR>
Even apparently ST*R Prince Takumi Sumeragi himself.<BR><BR>
The sarcastic thought was enough to have him rolling his eyes at himself and clenching his jaw against a frustrated noise that threatened to escape. Part of him knew the ST*R idol wasn't the spoiled brat that the paparazzi used to make him out to be; they were all human, after all. He had flaws and strengths and weaknesses just like the next person, just like Pyong did. They'd never officially met beyond a nod of a greeting backstage when ST*R and MMM had had the honor of having a comeback at the same time, but it wasn't like it mattered much anyway. They were both idols and most of their lives were an open book.<BR><BR>
Pyo didn't want to meet him anyway, because as much as part of him knew he wasn't everything they said, the other part of him was convinced that Takumi Sumeragi was the biggest asshole in the industry right now. Little of that actually had to do with his experiences with Takumi or hearing about other people's experiences with him. It all had to do with the recent press. It all had to do with getting caught with his significant other and getting to be out and happy with them while Pyo was caught with Kyu and forced into breaking up and suffering in solitude under the watchful eyes of the company; it had to do with mental health breaks and hiatuses while Pyo was forced again and again to work himself to exhaustion for the sake of his job and his company.<BR><BR>
It was ugly, hateful jealousy- pure and simple. Pyo knew that it was sick, knew that it would just be better if he finished drying his hands off on his pants and walked right past Taku with his head down, but the bitterness in him was catching fire and burning him from the inside. He moved without thinking and joined Takumi at the sink, reaching over to grab a paper towel above the sink even though his hands were dry enough. For a long moment, there was just awkward silence as he "dried" his hands and tried to think of something to say, then the words came tumbling out. "I don't know why ST*R even showed up. It isn't like they were going to get any awards after their disaster of a performance. It's embarrassing to even acknowledge them as a group at this point." he kept his head down, staring at his hands instead like he hadn't noticed who he was talking to. Coward? Yes, maybe, but at least he was a passive aggressive coward, getting his shots in where he could.
<BR><BR>@takumi sumeragi

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Pyong sidestepped a frantic stagehand wheeling a rack of stage outfits and pretended to be very interested in the wall nearby. It was a pitiful attempt at "blending in," but he didn't have to try too hard when everyone backstage was this busy. Here he was, six foot tall and intensely studying a blank wall like he was reading something, and the stagehand barely spared him a glance. Sneaking wasn't his strong suit, and his pink hair and matching dress shirt wasn't doing him many favors in that department, but apparently the secret to sneaking was to be an idol backstage at the MAMAs right after a collab performance by two of CM Entertainments biggest acts.<BR><BR>
He spared a thought for hoping that it wasn't going to be this busy during his collab stage tomorrow night, spared another thought for how in vain that first thought was considering it was going to be four acts shoved together, then quickly ducked around another of the resting rooms when he thought he heard a voice he knew. Pyo wasn't too concerned about getting caught by a stagehand or a producer back here; he could bullshit an excuse if he had to (even if he would stutter all over it because he was actually a giant pussy and not the confident stage presence he exuded when BOSS asked him too).<BR><BR>
He was more worried about getting caught by someone he knew. Duke would drag him out by his ear if he knew the reason he'd snuck back here, and while Bo would no doubt go off and lecture him like he was some child who had to be constantly reminded that he was breaking the intercompany socializing rule that BOSS was so heavily enforcing. The girls would bitch at him about risking a fine especially since he was the biggest klutz ever and was guaranteed to get caught. And if Kyu knew the real reason he'd snuck off... well, he really didn't want to think about how his boyfriend would handle him sneaking off to see his ex-crush from their trainee days.<BR><BR>
It was innocent! Completely innocent! It wasn't like he was back here to try and cheat on Kyu or anything, and Kyu would know that. Probably. He knew that Pyo loved him, or at least Pyo hoped that he knew. It was just... hard with the flirting and fake dating they had to keep up for appearances and not being allowed to be together all that much without having to watch every word they said and every move they made. And Pyo didn't want to make it worse by adding this on top, but... he hadn't seen Zhihao Choi face to face since their debut year, and since Shiny Shiny and MMM were both having huge comebacks this year, he just... He really wanted to see him.<BR><BR>
It was like one of those good luck things! The last time they'd performed on the same stage as Shiny Shiny, MMM had hit number one with their debut song, and Zhi and Pyo had talked and caught up until their managers had both had to drag them away from each other. And now here they were, performing on the same stage again with an award already under their belt... he knew good luck wasn't scientifically possible, that little things like this didn't affect the outcome of probability in the slightest, but- what was he doing trying to talk himself into this? He was already back here, he had nothing to prove to himself!<BR><BR>
As for his boyfriend, it was just a little white lie about having to go to the bathroom. It wasn't like there were cameras or anything backstage so that Kyu would ever have to know that Pyo had lied to him at all.<BR><BR>
...oh god, wait, there were cameras back here, shit, he was so dead-<BR><BR>
The pink haired rapper was so caught up in his thoughts that he nearly walked right past where Shiny Shiny were getting de-miked and changed before returning back to their seats. He stopped wandering and turned back around when he heard Zhi's voice, familiar even after all the years it had been since he'd heard anything other than a recording, and then stood awkwardly outside of the waiting area, squinting at the curtain. They were probably changing... but it wasn't like he could knock on a curtain to get Justice's attention. How did the stagehands do this without bursting in and making idiots of themselves??<BR><BR>
Pyo looked around; he couldn't risk just standing in the open like this anymore, so he had to take his chances. Closing his eyes tight and putting a hand over them for good measure, he stuck his head through the gap in the curtain, mostly hiding just in case. "H-hey, um, Justice?" He whispered, praying that he picked the right side and wasn't currently talking to the ladies or worse, the managers- they still scared the shit out of him.
<BR><BR>@zhihao choi

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The Best Pyo

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<b>Mon, 16 Oct,</b> 11:21 PM

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I don't know. I still subscribe to the ideal that ghosts are the result of a death taking place in one universe and not taking place in its parallel thus creating a rift between the two that manifests itself in the form of audible and visual phenomenon that our brains don't have the mental capacity to understand.<BR><BR>
What I DO know is that you better not be fucking with me when you say that you didn't move my cereal, because someone or SOMETHING did.

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Pyo couldn't believe how loud the crowd was. Despite the pounding of his heart in his ears, the show producers talking over their headsets as the MCs took the stage again, despite his own panting sounding way too loud, he could still hear them screaming for them. For him. He nearly stumbled over himself and the others trying to look back out at the fans, thankfully far enough off to the side of the stage that no one noticed but the four of them. Not that he could see much with the stage lighting glaring so brightly in his eyes- had they been this loud their last comeback...? He couldn't remember, but he didn't think so. They hadn't even screamed this loud when their debut song hit number one.<BR><BR>
His mind was spinning out of control with the adrenaline bouncing in his bloodstream, and if it weren't for his band mate's hand on his wrist, guiding him along, he thought he could have stayed out in that utopia forever. Backstage was a lot like dunking back suddenly under freezing cold water after being out in the sun- it was darker, so dark it took a moment for his eyes to adjust. Unlike on stage, MMM didn't have free reign of the place; there were people dashing this way and that, shouting out things to each other to prepare for the next set, and even though the stage hand that had been assigned to them was keeping them well away from the chaos, Pyo still felt like he was somehow in their way.<BR><BR>
Suddenly the four of them weren't stars, rightfully coming back from the dead and conquering the stage; they were just four sweaty idols in ridiculous clothing standing off to the side awkwardly. It wasn't like they could leave- they had a fan meet later today that Pyo was dreading, but they still had to wait for the other groups to finish before the final shot with all the groups on stage. Someone was handing them towels, reminding them to pat their faces dry so they didn't smear any of the make-up. He spared a look and a tired, timid smile to his bandmate as thanks before dropping his face into his towel. It was scratchy, scented lightly with some weird floral laundry detergent, but it still felt like victory.<BR><BR>
He missed the part where his manager approached them, taking his ex off to get some of his make-up touched up, so when one of the girls patted his shoulder and informed him that they would both be right back, he nodded without realizing they were leaving him by himself. By the time he'd cooled off and towelled off enough of the sweat in the hopes he was close to presentable again, they were all long gone. Pyo's blue-colored eyes widened as he spun in a circle, his heart kicking up again in panic. This... this was okay. It was temporary. After all, the girls said they would be right back! He just had to wait a little bit. By himself. Alone.<BR><BR>
He ran a quick hand through his hair, messing up the cotton candy dyed strands until they were even more of a mess than before. He was contemplating the merits of burying himself in his towel to hide, at least until someone came back, when he noticed someone starting his way. Well, starting the direction that he was standing at. He was probably standing in front of something they needed. They wouldn't actually be approaching him for any- oh, god, they were looking right at him. He swallowed nervously, face still buried part of the way into his towel, and tried to psych himself back up. At least he recognized who they were- Milo Thatch, another BOSS idol. Not that he was particularly close with any of the other idols outside of his group, but they had been trainees around the same time.<BR><BR>
It would be cool. It was just talking to someone; he did this all the time! He just had to say hello and leave it at that because Milo would probably realize then that they had mistaken him for someone else, and it would all be a big funny misunderstanding. He moved the towel around his neck, holding onto both ends and trying desperately to look casual as the other moved close. "H-hey," he cleared his throat and tried again, "Hey... there." Fuck.

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