Park Kyung wants to be a photographer. That has always been his dream, but as of right now it seems that the universe is telling him that his dream is stupid and so is he. He hasn't received a well paying photography gig in months and that has led to him having to take up a minimum wage job in a grocery store near his home. He has lost most of the passion and burn that he initially had for the career he chose due to these d

It's never a good thing when all six of your bandmates want to talk.

 Kyung was half lying on his back, half leaned back against the headrest of Jiho‘s bed. Zico had one arm thrown over Kyung‘s stomach, hand holding his phone, some old movie flickering over the screen. Kyung held a novel, lazily turning pages from time to time. He marked his current page and set his book down, looking at a point over Jiho’s shoulder.

"You need to lock your goddamn door, Jiho.", Kyung mutters under his breath as he shoulders the door, indeed unlocked, to his friend's studio open. In one hand he carries a giant bag of Japanese takeout, the other one holding his phone.  "You don't hear anything with your headphones on!" Kyung dumps the takeout where Jiho can't see it yet and flops onto the couch at the back of the room. [A small piece of uncompleted Zikyung fl