pretty boy. yesahi.

chapter 3.

"sahi" "asahi" "oi you in there?"

flickering out of a daze he comes face to face with jaehyuk, puppy dogs eyes staring into his own. concern washes across the owner of the puppy dogs eyes as a now present asahi stares back at him.

"need something?"

"hmm? oh right, hyunsuk-hyung just told me to come get you for the stylist" the older replies, momentarily spaced out as his concern distracted him. pulling the boy up he mumbles "something about measurements i think? you've been properly eating right?"

"yea, of course"

"not just instant noodles right? like actual food i hope"

"yes, don't worry jaehyuk"

silence lingers between them. asahi waits for a simple "great" or a happy smile, but instead the boy simply frowns before tousling his hair, deep in thought. 

"ok let's go now, don't want hyunsuk-hyung to grow white hairs"

"but hyunsuk-hyung's hair is white last i checked"

"ahaha no sahi, i meant because of stress"

asahi just cracks a small smile at his joke, nodding in agreement as he quickens his pace to match jaehyuk's.

yawning asahi checks the clock which resides on the right, upper corner of his desktop screen. it reads 02:45am. late or quite early, either way time to sleep. he saves the music files open, ensuring they back-up onto his beaten up harddrive. admittedly it'd been a long time since he last pulled it out. stress or something left him stumped for new compositions and lyrics. it got to the point were for the last comeback asahi felt helpless, unable to contribute. this frustrated him, hence creating the harddrive's collection of dust prior to his sudden decision to revive it. 

while wrapping a connecting cord around the solid piece of technology asahi finds himself stopping momentarily, recalling dear memories the device held. it was a gift from yoshi-hyung when they first began composing together as trainees in japan. he'd always tease asahi for the constant draining memory space on his laptop. 2 years later he brought it to korea for treasure box. asahi found himself working not only with fellow japanese trainees but others like junkyu. he liked working with junkyu. the atmosphere was always bright, junkyu making him feel comfortable and heard. then soon after debut yedam became another person he'd find himself up with till the early hours of the morning.

his finger grazes a small scratch mark accompanied by a dent on side of harddrive. asahi smiles slightly, clearly rememebering the origin of the damage. it was at 3am, him and yedam were stuck in his room since they got back from dance practice at around 6pm. and as jihoon-hyung said, they had the absolute audacity to skip dinner and miss out on his homecooked meal. so skipping dinner definitely meant both of them had grown hungry. next thing they knew both were half asleep standing by the electric kettle praying for the water the boil a little faster with instant noodle cups open and prepared for consumption. after noodles cooked they snuck back into asahi's room, hot paper cups in hand filled with 'dinner'. a dinner jihoon-hyung wouldn't approve of. and that's when it occurred, the birth of the a small scratch mark with a dent on side of harddrive. while placing down his hot cup on asahi's desk the precious harddrive was knocked, falling to the grand depths of the floor below. what followed was yedam begging for forgiveness, desperately searching for redemption as if he had murdered asahi's child. though the harddrive might as well be his child in the eyes of the members, the internal functionings of the drive remained perfectly sound. but this didn't lighten the weight of yedam's guilt, thus constant offers of food for a solid week from him became frequent in asahi's life. 

"how cute" he mutters, laying back into bed and pulling a blanket over himself before turning off an overhead lamp.