in their trainee days they barely slept and trained way too much. thankfully those days where over, although that might sound a little harsh.
they had lots of good memories but also lots of stress and loads of work.
nowadays they didn't live in each others pockets anymore
they had lots of good memories but also lots of stress and loads of work.
nowadays they didn't live in each others pockets anymore
everyone had their own apartment and could get some quiet every now and then but still somehow they found together at evenings like that as if they were moths drawn to the light.
it had started with the promise of home cooked food, had gone on with a few bottles of beer and wine
it had started with the promise of home cooked food, had gone on with a few bottles of beer and wine
and before they really noticed it, the sky had turned from blue to pink and the clouds got a bright purple. it looked like cotton candy and then it got pitch black. In the city they couldn't see the stars, not even that far up in their apartment in the tower. but they had long
started to be their own stars. shining bright with and for each other in nights like this. a few hours there was chaos and music and dancing then it simmered down to them hunched around a gas oven fire quietly talking about the world, music, their dreams and wishes. they were a
family, related by blood or not. it didn't matter.
the music hard turned more instrumental, more melodies than words and while they looked into the skies or each other's eyes they let the time pass just how it flew by.
when the first rays of the sun peaked up behind the
the music hard turned more instrumental, more melodies than words and while they looked into the skies or each other's eyes they let the time pass just how it flew by.
when the first rays of the sun peaked up behind the
horizon they were witnesses of a nature spectacle that couldn't possibly described, filmed or held on picture. it was the composition of emotions, scents, visuals and music that made everything so beautiful. and right then, 7 men standing in a glass ceiling high above Seouls
skyline, right then and there they watched the purple clouds reemerge, watched the rays of the sun tint everything a deep red then pink then yellow and slowly the clouds turned white and the sky took it's usual blue color.
it was just one of those nights, one of those shared
it was just one of those nights, one of those shared
moments that made them fee even closer to each other.
or the one where they're just a happy family.
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