good evening,

promoting don’t wanna cry makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine. it feels good, to be happy in the midst of promotions; he doesn’t worry about anything– just merely basking in the glory of it all and enjoying the time with his members. so many of them are busy, either solo or in small groups or they’re altogether. there’s always someone doing something, and woohyun’s happy to see it. 

he wasn’t able to catch seonghwa after his idol radio schedule, body too exhausted after the music core filming to do much other than rest. it’s the next day, during the in-between time before music core filming starts when he can’t sleep anymore, when he plops down next to seonghwa and leans against him, shooting him a grin.

“how was the radio schedule?” he asks, tilting his head at the other. “i wasn’t able to catch it last night,” he pouts. he had just been too tired to even try, but the first thing he’s going to do when they get back to the dorm is find the upload of it.  

he never really got used to the music shows. in fact, he didn’t want to get use to music shows. it seemed like too much of a wonder that he really able to be here, at a music show. seonghwa tried not to think about it too much but the lull in time allowed him that. he was sitting on a couch, with a faraway look, all lost in thought until he realized woohyun was leaning on him. he shifted a bit, to let the other get comfortable so he’d be able to look at him properly. 

“don’t worry about it! my mom got all of the highlights.” which she texted him after the show. “but it was fun! i was nervous.” and he was pretty sure that it didn’t show too much. “i let the other idol kind of drive the show, i didn’t want to mess up.” then sphere wouldn’t see it fit enough to send him out again. “i would’ve felt more comfortable if you were there.” 

boy with luv i’m in love

HIGH DESERT 🌵

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taeyong tries his hardest to force himself not to sweat as much — there are no deserts in korea, at least to his knowledge, and he’s been away from california far too long for his skin to recognize the dry heat. at least it isn’t humid like it is in korea, then it would be the worst time of his life. he’s thankful that the stylist put them all in more breathable, loose linen shirts, otherwise he would have truly been done for. there is, of course, cold water at request and mini handheld fans to keep the boys feeling as cool as possible. they’re still dancing their very hardest, and their choreography is hard, so any steps that he needs to take to cool him off is very much welcome.

it’s a godsend — the fan especially. there are occasional gusts of strong wind that blow air that does feel good in the moment, but they also kick up some dirt and sand — the air is also warm in the dry summer heat. with the mini fans, taeyong can easily target any part of his face that needs any cooling, with minimal effort from the staff to touch him up afterward. they take a short break, standing on the side as the crew adjusts some parts of equipment for whatever reason. taeyong saunters up to seonghwa and sighs, patting a napkin against his own neck as he uses his other hand to point his fan under his blonde fringe. “summer in the desert is no joke — can you imagine if korea had deserts? a humid desert…”

he didn’t think it was too bad when got there, traveling from the airport to the hotel. or even walking around. it hadn’t prepared him for hot it would feel when the came to film. he did think he was taking it pretty well. he tried to come off that way at least, trying not to respond too positively to the mini-fan that been given to him. for a moment, seonghwa considered that he was spoiled in korea, it didn’t feel like this. 

“i honestly don’t think i can.” seonghwa muttered back to taeyong. he was pretty happy to keep this to a visit type thing.  “though, when the dust creeps up in korea..” that could be bad as well. “head aside, are you have fun?” he still enjoyed it, he enjoyed it a lot. “if we have time, when we get back to the hotel, i want to swim.” 

scene change,

he’s always excited when they travel. it only adds onto the positives woohyun finds with idol life– getting to go to different places for different things; los angeles is entirely new, and he’s excited. he can’t help but babble and ramble throughout their journey to the states. even the trip from the airport to their hotel, woohyun’s eyes were glued on their surroundings. taking in everything and anything he could in the short amount of time they’re here for.

he’s using a towel to dry his hair, idling on one of the hotel beds. they’ve got a long day of filming tomorrow, and he’s thinking about how everything will go with it. he’s in good spirits, humming a song he heard on the radio under his breath. letting out a sigh, he drapes the towel around his shoulders, raking a hand through his hair. turning his head, he shoots a smile at seonghwa. “have you been to the states before?” he fiddles with the ends of the towel, shifting idly. “we haven’t seen much, but the scenery looked so nice…i can’t wait to film.” he trails off in a murmur, smiling to himself.

it wasn’t his first time traveling aboard but it was still something to get excited about. he thought about asking his mother if she remembered their trip here because he didn’t, not much. and he might not have out-wardly shown it but seonghwa was happy to be traveling, quietly looking around as they traveled through the city. even the hotel they were staying at looked pretty nice. 

“yeah.” seonghwa turned a little on the bed so he was facing woohyun. “but i don’t remember much. i came with my family when i was younger so i don’t remember much.” he wished he could remember so he could show off a little. “do you think we’ll be able to get some free time once we finish filming the music video. i think i’m going to go out and shop for my family if we get the chance.” he had left a little room in his suitcase for said moment.