Lain awoke an hour or so later feeling slightly better, enough that he was able to get on his feet. He stumbled into the kitchen and made himself some yarrow tea. He'd had a habit of watching cartoons whenever he was sick from childhood, and now he pulled his knees up on the couch and sipped his tea while watching Tom and Jerry repeats.
After another hour of that he napped again, and then had a cool bath. He seemed to be getting better, and he was glad. He really couldn't afford to fall sick.
He felt a twinge that Tae hadn't asked him how he was even though he definitely knew he wasn't well. Even with his having to stay home. He wasn't surprised about it, or even angry, more angry with himself for bringing things to this with Tae. The twinge of hurt was drowned out by a savage serves-me-right kind of feeling.
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The shoot was taking place in a graffitied garage, with psychedelic lighting, so that the resultant photos were super psychedelic too. They were wearing acid wash jeans and shiny jackets so colourful they looked like they'd been crowded with stickers.
"I like the aesthetic... but does it really suit our style right now?" said Ju-Kan.
"They're teaser promo pictures for your next comeback," said the manager, and wouldn't say any more. Haneul hounded here to reveal more details but she said the concept was still in development.
"I'm getting like an R&B, hip-hop kind of vibe," said Ju-Kan when the graphics editor showed them the final images on his computer.
"I don't like that we change concepts so often," said Haneul. "Changing so much so often... it kind of gets to me."
"Well there's one thing that won't change," quipped Ju-Kan, "the ships."
"Because hearts can't change so easily, hyung," said Haneul in a syrupy voice, "and I can't give my heart to anyone else when you won't give it back to me."
"Oh, ha ha. Keep it down or someone'll hear and get the wrong idea."
"Since my heart isn't mine to give," continued Haneul undeterred, "when will you return it to me, hyung?"
"Too bad I already digested it. So you don't have one. Explains a lot, huh?"
Haneul, for once left without a repartee, stuck his tongue out at him.
Ju-Kan sauntered over to Tae. "How you doing, kid?" They'd put a sort of wreath of what looked like fairy lights in his hair, and though god knows who came up with such an idea, they suited him.
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