( he trusts his friends enough to not trash his house. he's probably the only one lucky enough to have this much space in the city with all those egregiously tall windows overlooking the skyline and a mostly open-concept plan.
he's set up shop in the sunken living room because madison song has a thing for rich 60s design ( and definitely not in his bedroom suite because that's reserved for certain parties only ). it's a lot homier than the sitting room where his parents often greet important guests. there are boxes of takeout - noodles, eggrolls, and other delicious fried things - and the retro bar is loaded with all types of drinks intended to fuck them up.
there's a movie on one screen, a video game on a slightly smaller screen off to the side, and he's in the middle of mixing a drink for someone when he looks over at a corner of the couch. accusingly, he points over with the drink stirrer. )
( it's not often that finn feels out of his depth.
as one of the youngest in the group, he is admittedly a bit excited to be invited out with the rest of them. bren had insisted it was a chill spot, nothing too crazy. not that finn needed any reassurance - it's simply a new and different adventure for him tonight. he looks rather smart too, not at all childish ( he'd asked his dad about it ) tonight with an oversized pale pink button down tucked into the front of his jeans.
it's a little different once they're settled on different cushions at this lounge. it's the calm before the storm according to neon, who waggles his eyebrows at him. it makes finn giggle, bouncing his legs where he sits on what is a comically small ottoman that is somehow supporting all six feet and change of him. )
Is - do you think that sounds good? ( he looks at the menu and points at a drink that sounds more like a chocolate milkshake than a cocktail. )
[ thank you, dear sweet bren, for convincing the tall drink of water to come out tonight because yuri is parched.
he's been biding his time, making sure to wait for finn to get settled in, to maybe get (some of) those gathering jitters out of his adorable system. it's been hard for yuri to stay on the other side of the circle, to keep up conversation with jasper and neon about... whatever it is they're talking about, he's honestly not really paying any attention to what they're saying. when they both roll their eyes at him (in sync, which he sarcastically applauds them for) he finally gets up to move over.
yuri adjusts his shirt, tugging down on the fuzzy crop top even though that's literally the opposite of what it's designed for. he fixes his hair in the nearest reflective surface and heads over to finn to drop down beside him, long legs wrapped up in too-tight denim tucking up and to his side so that he can lean in toward finn on the hand closest to him. he hums as he reads over the selection before nodding. ]
Sounds nice and sweet, just like our precious Finn.
[ yuri offers him a dazzling smile and tips his head to the side to rest it on finn's shoulder, batting his eyes up at him. ]
( finn smiles fondly, happy for the company. he doesn't mind being alone but it's nice to have someone join him on the cushioned bench. bren is someone who seems to be at the same vibration as finn is, but yuri seems to have taken a shine to him. it's so sweet, really, how he makes sure finn isn't alone whenever he comes to one of their outings.
though, when he's asked to pick a drink for him, finn feels a little flustered, opening and closing his mouth a few times, looking a little bit like a fish. how do you pick a drink from someone who seems to have a world more experience than you do? )
Um, the yuzu one? Do you like yuzu-flavored things? ( with a long finger, he points at the yuzu martini before looking at him uncertainly. )
[ yuri turns his head just a little bit to take a discreet sniff at finn's shirt and he practically purrs over how good he smells.
maybe he's down bad. shut up.
he sits up at the suggestion and his face goes bright with absolute joy. ]
I love yuzu. I always have a bag of the hard candies on me. Well, not here, kind of hard to carry anything in these pants, but definitely always in class.
( while yuri speaks, finn peeks up and over his menu to see bren shaking his head at him. he mouths 'what?' before bren's pulled away by someone. that was weird!
distractions aside, he folds the menu again and lifts his hand a few times, dropping it into his lap shyly before lifting it again in hopes of summoning one of the servers in their area. this is harder than he thought it would be. but then yuri pulls him back to their conversation with a pat on his cheek that makes finn positively giggle. )
I'm trying to order for us!
( and also, some concern! with a furrowed brow, ) Are you comfortable? Why did you wear those if you can't put anything in them? ( he certainly can't imagine that life. )
( costume parties are the best, especially the kind he and ry get to host at their loft.
there's no special occasion for it. mostly just an excuse to get dressed up for something and they can trust their friends to be more in line with the theme than anyone attending the met gala. tonight's theme is "cake by the ocean" which bren had been shocked to learn was actually about sex last week. but with pastries and beach vibes on the mind, he's happy to decorate and dress up, even getting the pets to play along with cupcake sunglasses for pickles and a hibiscus bandana for siren. as for bren, he's in swim trunks covered in doughnuts and an open button-down per ry's request. they've even put the mint color back in his hair.
it's the end of the semester for most of them with people eager to let off some steam as exams draw to a close. as for bren, he's not as decked out tonight with his mind on preparing for his next convention table. but it is a nice and much-needed break all the same.
he's inthe middle of reading over the recipe for birthday cake shots when the first few guests filter into the apartment. ) Hey!
( neon is familiar with the ways of the nerds. he knows enough about their habits through his friends and is a man with a little too much internet savvy for his own good. conventions were never really his scene since he isn't especially interested in meeting celebrities and prefers tech expos and product launches.
but since he is sleeping with some kind of slutty cosplay god and is longtime friends with an obsessive cosplay influencer, he's finally decided to be a good pal and provide some company and assistance. the convention is just a train ride away, plus they have a cozy set of adjoining rooms. though bren obnoxiously made it clear he would not be entering jasper's and neon's after a certain time. they might as well have loud sex later just because of that.
he's currently on the sofa with the television on, sort of upside down, legs propped up on the backrest because his mom told him that was good for your legs or something. jasper's in the shower and he assumes bren is doing the same. finn must be taking a nap in the other room and yuri ... well, he's not quite sure why yuri is here. ( well, he knows why, but why he wants to accompany them to a nerd weekend is beyond neon. )
considering he did next to nothing at the meet and greet table while jasper looked good and took selfies with people, he sure is sleepy enough to take a short power nap while waiting for their food order. )
[ it's just one of many showers that jas is going to be taking over the course of the weekend. this one is to get off the body paint that he had on for Demi-fiend (he was up at 5 this morning to start putting it on) and as he scrubs himself pink he mutters, not for the first time, about considering figuring out how to get some printed sleeves or something instead.
they just never look as good as what he can do. ugh, whatever.
when he comes back out it's with just a towel draped around his waist and he makes his way over to his stuff to fish out some underwear. he catches neon mid-yawn and lifts an eyebrow. ]
What's got you all tired?
[ never mind that jas could very desperately use a nap himself. he stands up and discards the towel to slip the underwear on before he makes his way over to the couch to drop down next to neon. ]
I don't fucking know, ( neon yawns again closing his eyes. it's most likely the mental exhaustion of the crowds; neon is an extrovert but convention crowds do take a toll. he eventually goes with, ) It's rough sitting next to you, being your booth bitch, doing nothing except take your fans' photos.
( these nerds have fans. fucking wild. neon got some looks on his end, but he noted that finn was constantly met with giggles whenever a teenage girl asked for a photo with brennan. ( okay, it didn't help that neon had been sitting there with his shades on half the time. ) he can't believe ryker does this whenever he can.
he pushes himself into an upright position, making room for jas. he can't help the grin on his face - jasper in costume is hot, but he kinda sorta likes the guy in the room with him now. ) Why aren't you napping? The restaurant said it'd be thirty minutes so you have until then before I call in the troops.
But you make such a good booth bitch. I could get you a little uniform for next time.
[ jasper grins and falls sideways with a yawn of his own, rubbing at his eyes to try to knock out the sleepiness that's lingering there. he definitely wants to take a nap, he really wants to stretch out on that bed over there and burrow in and conk out, but he knows that would actually be a terrible idea. ]
If I go down, I'm afraid I'm not gonna get back up again, and I have my after-hours panel tonight.
[ and by after-hours he means 7pm but still ]
Mm, but if I wanna hit the rave after that, maybe I should...
Fine, ( he deadpans, ) but just don't make me wear tiny little shorts.
( neon leans over him and runs his fingers through his wet hair, combing out some of the tangles. it is tempting to just hole up in here for the rest of the day, but these guys have schedules as neon had learned when bren sent him the itinerary for the weekend. ) Come on, the smell of food will wake you up. If not, Bren will wake you up. I'll make him laugh in your ear.
( he says this as if he himself is not the loudest person in any room he walks into. )
( finn always tends to stick out like a sore thumb. he's tall, of course, but now that he's been roped into being a stagehand for jisoo's band ( technically founded by ry and bren but in his head, it's always going to be jisoo's band ), his soft greens, pinks, and yellows make him look lost and out of place amongst the crowd. generally, finn doesn't care all too much about what other people think of him, but considering the numbers the band has been bringing in, he can't help but feel a touch of imposter syndrome.
it was a fun show - he likes the music, being easy to please of course, but he also appreciates the way they play with different genres while staying true to their roots. he's definitely a fan, even if he's working for their shows now instead of happily standing in the audience while others jam around him.
he's learning a lot too! music has always been important, but now he can better understand why he likes certain things, why certain genres or even chords make him happy. it's the best front row seat he could possibly ask for.
they gather for drinks after the show, running an open tab at the venue's bar. finn doesn't drink much, nursing the same hard cider for an hour now. he's thankful to have bren here, talking to him about the new trick he did with his drumsticks that was so cool. with jisoo chatting up a cute girl with a nose piercing, he's determined not to disturb her even if he'd much rather cling to her side like a giant barnacle. )
[ what a damn good show. yuri had to take a little time backstage to work out the kinks in his hands, going through a set of finger stretches with neon to make sure their all loose and nimble like they should be. the post-show fun is already in full swing by the time yuri makes his way out to the venue floor and his eyes sweep the crowd as he looks for the one he always seeks out after.
it's easy to spot finn. yuri smiles and veers off toward the bar first to take a quick shot, clinking his glass with a fan making big eyes at him before he knocks the shot back. a second drink is ordered, something fruity that'll help him ignore the burn of the alcohol and that'll make him sip slower because of the sugar, and he smiles at the girl at his elbow before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
not tonight. not... most nights, anymore. he's become more singularly focused.
he joins bren and finn with a small wave, sitting on finn's other side and casting bren a look, though he otherwise appears open to it being the three of them sitting here. for finn's sake. ]
Solid work tonight, team.
[ he laughs and holds up his glass, giving it a little wiggle in search of someone to clink with him, the blue liquid inside sloshing around a bit and catching in the light. ]
( bren, naturally, is the first to clink glasses, still on his first drink as well since he's prone to getting very, very sleepy after a bit of alcohol. he's all cheers as he launches into his happy rant about all the things that went well tonight.
finn is happy to listen, of course. yuri is an intimidating sort without ever really meaning to be. his attentions always make finn a little uneasy, even as he clinks his glass against yuri's soon after. this world is completely outside of what finn has really known and while it's fun, especially since he does have friends here, he isn't certain if this lifestyle is something he'd like to stick to for long. )
It all sounded amazing! ( finn chimes in to the group, taking a tiny swig and maybe swiveling around on his barstool out of want of something to do with his body. )
I'm - I'm a little tired. In a good way! I might go in a little.
[ there are little things yuri does as they chat. he tries not to be overbearing (bren has told him to stop being so aggressive, and he's been trying to listen to that, at least) but he so very badly wants to just lean in and touch and--
breathe.
he sips at his drink, being as engaging as he can. sometimes he'll reach out and just lightly touch finn's arm when he's telling a story, laughing and smiling and just. being nice. he's trying to just be nice.
be a friend first, yuri. be a friend.
his head tilts and he pouts just a little bit. ]
Already? I mean you did put in a lot of work tonight...
( with bren having quietly slipped away to go find ry, finn's left fidgeting in yuri's presence, picking a little at the hem of his green pullover, running his thumb over the embroidered daisy on the sleeve. he's smiling, though, because he does like talking to yuri and learning more about him. the very, very small touches have begun to put him at ease for now ( alongside the tiny bit of alcohol now rolling about in his system ). )
I mean! I'm still here to celebrate but. The guys were talking about going to another spot and I don't think I'll go with them. I was just going to watch some TV and go to bed after.
( he looks up to finally meet yuri's gaze. )
Are you going somewhere after? I thought ... ( briefly, he glances at the spot where the fan had been flirting with yuri before looking back at him sheepishly. ) Well, I dunno, I thought you might be doing something fun.
[ so. confessing things happened. and then a nebulous amount of time passed where yuri was very... well, honestly, he was kind of stoic around finn for a while. not being sure where they stood any longer meant that he kept some distance, much to the judgmental chagrin of the rest of the band. the general consensus seemed to be 'we know it would wind up like this' but... whatever.
whatever. finn still hadn't told yuri anything one way or the other all he could hope was that he was still thinking about it.
not that he's gotten a chance to ask finn about it, considering he just fucking disappeared off the face of the planet apparently.
it's been... a week? the first day of it jisoo had just said that he had a family thing come up and had to go home and yuri accepted that. family things happen. family things can take a lot of time and attention to contend with them.
but finn stopped replying to texts. or commenting on the bands' instagram posts. or just letting know any of them he was alive in any way, shape, or form. and jisoo wasn't forthcoming about anything, just kept talking about his family, but by the time they reached the fifth day of him leaving even she started to look worried.
he's curled up in ryker and bren's room with the rest of the group (and jisoo), folded into the armchair in the corner to vaguely watch whatever hotel nonsense is playing on the tv while they all unwind and talk about the show and their next stop and frankly yuri's too on edge, glancing every now and then at his phone. he's sent couple messages every day, first asking how finn was doing, and then asking where he was, and-- if it was just him, he could understand it, but he hasn't been responding to anyone and yuri is just so goddamn worried that it's been affecting his performance and--
whatever. it's fine. it's fine!! whenever he's okay again he'll let jisoo know, right? right.
( where he'd gone didn't have the best service. the best he could do was send a note of assurance to jisoo before eventually just letting his phone die. though, it's also his fault for being so bad at charging it on a regular basis.
for all of his life, he's never felt right. even amongst friends, no matter how many times jisoo has tried pulling him into the fold, he's never felt like he quite belonged. it's always taken in stride, of course. finn has always been able to enjoy himself, even when sitting in the corner and simply observing the others having fun.
the world has always looked different to finn, a little brighter and sparklier, with surprises lurking around the corner. "finn believes in magic," they would always say, mostly tolerating his quirks. it took him until last week to really truly believe in it with his whole heart. he'd simply turned the corner, lost in his thoughts as usual. he thought he'd gotten lost, but it seemed that he'd left the country entirely with a single sidestep. instead of pavement was a lush field of wildflowers, many of which he could barely identify. a soft brown rabbit had actually beckoned for him to follow and he did, finding himself face to face with a woman clad in pink and gold, extending a hand to him with a smile.
mom.
it had been an emotional adventure with a hundred revelations, ending with finn getting off the train ( how did he get there? ) to the apartment he shared with his dad. after another teary-eyed conversation, he'd hugged him real tight before hurrying back to rejoin his friends.
which leads us here, to the hotel room after the show, finn marching up to the door with a bigger sense of purpose, smelling faintly of sakura blossoms with a newfound inner glow. he's apologetic, of course, but he can't help but revel in this self-discovery too.
he knocks on the door, smiling when jisoo goes to open it. )
[ the knock on the door is startling, and everyone just sort of... stops moving for a moment to look over at it. no one's ordered anything, as far as yuri is aware, and he unfurls himself from his seat as jisoo goes to peer through the peephole to see who it is, standing to scoot closer because he, like the others, is insanely curious as to who it could possibly be.
when jisoo throws the door open with a happy noise the curiosity rises once more and then, like the world is moving around him in slow motion, he sees who's on the other side.
yuri's vision goes bleary as tears spring to his eyes. he can hear the others let out some joyful noises, some enthusiastic 'you live!'s, but yuri just tunnel visions on to finn. beautiful, handsome finn who somehow looks more radiant and handsome than he did a week ago. wonderful, soft finn whose smile has lifted a worried weight clear off of yuri's shoulders.
he goes limp. yuri's knees give out and he drops to the ground, tears running freely down his cheeks without him even really feeling that they're there. a hand covers his mouth when a sob escapes him and he trembles. ]
( it feels so good to be welcomed back to warmly. finn's beaming ear to ears, flustered with his apologies only to be shushed for them. bren ruffles his hair and jisoo is able to come in for the bear hug when painful sobs distract everyone from the happy reunion.
he looks around for yuri with a furrowed brow, upset at himself the second he lays eyes on him. with an "i'll tell you everything" glance exchanged with his best friend, he immediately bends to wrap his arms around him in a very awkward hug. )
Oh, Yuri...
( he isn't crying but he's so sensitive to the other's emotions now, his own eyes shining with tears that aren't falling.
for once, it's neon who takes the cue, gesturing for people to step around them. bren manages to complain about wanting to sleep in his room, but immediately gets shushed on his way out.
we're just happy you're back, finn hears over the sound of the other crying and he squeezes his arms tighter around him, unsure if he should smile or frown.)
( it's been a hectic day, but then again, show days are never exactly calm. though he fumbles, finn has learned a lot on the road, about the way things are set up and the various needs of each member. he knows where to put spare picks for neon and how to drape the mic cords for jasper and where bren needs his extra drumsticks.
he's busy working with bren with adjusting the drum kit, making sure everything is exactly perfect. the others are tuning their instruments. or well, finn thinks they are but brennan's made a snide little comment about neon and jasper doing more than vocal warmups. whatever that means. )
You should go get changed, ( finn urges with a little smile, patting his friend's shoulder and nudging him to go follow ry backstage.
finn, meanwhile, has to shuffle offstage to grab his black hoodie, one of the few black items he does own specifically to work backstage here. )
[ things are going... well, yuri thinks. as well as they can when you're only lightly dating the man of your absolute dreams. they hold hands regularly, and cuddle whenever they get the chance, and honestly yuri's... fine with it.
mostly fine.
things get hard sometimes when he watches finn working hard and then he gets kinda sweaty and he licks his lips and--
god, yuri really wants to kiss him.
he's just finished touching up the last of his makeup when bren and ry enter the dressing room. yuri gives them a smile and a little wave as he stands and heads out, maybe hoping to spend a little bit of time with finn before they both get caught up in doing their work.
yuri's honestly dressed... almost conservatively today. there's a jacket on over his cropped shirt, amazingly, providing at least a little bit of coverup... though his pants are hanging low enough to expose more.
it's a give and take.
he grins when he finally spies finn and he does a little jog to run up to him, bumping his hip with his own before dropping an arm around his waist. ]
( finn's eyes light up whenever yuri comes into view now. after some push and pull, it hasn't taken him all that long to truly warm up to him. yuri is surprisingly soft and sweet and cute in ways that finn never expected. that's what he gets for judging too quickly, even if he hadn't realized he had been judging at all.
the guys had been apologetic for their jokes once finn had given them a stern finger waggle. that's all that it had been - jokes, but it had gotten to be too much. he's just glad the air has been cleared and everyone gets a fresh start. )
Hi. You look pretty, ( he praises easily, lightly bumping against yuri when he finds him. ) I'm almost done, just going to do one more check before you go on.
( he lightly pats yuri's bass, seeming to make sure it's still safe in its stand. )
[ a pink flush dusts the top of his cheeks (as well as it can underneath his stage makeup) at the compliment and yuri giggles quietly as he-- narrowly avoids pressing his face against finn's shoulder and smudging said makeup onto the black hoodie. that wouldn't do. he just gently squeezes finn's hip instead before he lets his arm fall away, still beaming bright. ]
Thank you. You're as handsome as always.
[ he smiles again before crouching down to look closer at his bass, humming quietly as he looks her over before nodding and standing once more. ]
I'm always glad to see that I can trust Amelia in your capable hands. Have you had a chance to scope the crowd yet?
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he's set up shop in the sunken living room because madison song has a thing for rich 60s design ( and definitely not in his bedroom suite because that's reserved for certain parties only ). it's a lot homier than the sitting room where his parents often greet important guests. there are boxes of takeout - noodles, eggrolls, and other delicious fried things - and the retro bar is loaded with all types of drinks intended to fuck them up.
there's a movie on one screen, a video game on a slightly smaller screen off to the side, and he's in the middle of mixing a drink for someone when he looks over at a corner of the couch. accusingly, he points over with the drink stirrer. )
What the fuck, he's asleep already?
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as one of the youngest in the group, he is admittedly a bit excited to be invited out with the rest of them. bren had insisted it was a chill spot, nothing too crazy. not that finn needed any reassurance - it's simply a new and different adventure for him tonight. he looks rather smart too, not at all childish ( he'd asked his dad about it ) tonight with an oversized pale pink button down tucked into the front of his jeans.
it's a little different once they're settled on different cushions at this lounge. it's the calm before the storm according to neon, who waggles his eyebrows at him. it makes finn giggle, bouncing his legs where he sits on what is a comically small ottoman that is somehow supporting all six feet and change of him. )
Is - do you think that sounds good? ( he looks at the menu and points at a drink that sounds more like a chocolate milkshake than a cocktail. )
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he's been biding his time, making sure to wait for finn to get settled in, to maybe get (some of) those gathering jitters out of his adorable system. it's been hard for yuri to stay on the other side of the circle, to keep up conversation with jasper and neon about... whatever it is they're talking about, he's honestly not really paying any attention to what they're saying. when they both roll their eyes at him (in sync, which he sarcastically applauds them for) he finally gets up to move over.
yuri adjusts his shirt, tugging down on the fuzzy crop top even though that's literally the opposite of what it's designed for. he fixes his hair in the nearest reflective surface and heads over to finn to drop down beside him, long legs wrapped up in too-tight denim tucking up and to his side so that he can lean in toward finn on the hand closest to him. he hums as he reads over the selection before nodding. ]
Sounds nice and sweet, just like our precious Finn.
[ yuri offers him a dazzling smile and tips his head to the side to rest it on finn's shoulder, batting his eyes up at him. ]
Pick something for me?
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though, when he's asked to pick a drink for him, finn feels a little flustered, opening and closing his mouth a few times, looking a little bit like a fish. how do you pick a drink from someone who seems to have a world more experience than you do? )
Um, the yuzu one? Do you like yuzu-flavored things? ( with a long finger, he points at the yuzu martini before looking at him uncertainly. )
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maybe he's down bad. shut up.
he sits up at the suggestion and his face goes bright with absolute joy. ]
I love yuzu. I always have a bag of the hard candies on me. Well, not here, kind of hard to carry anything in these pants, but definitely always in class.
[ he reaches up and gently pats finn's cheek. ]
Perfect choice.
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distractions aside, he folds the menu again and lifts his hand a few times, dropping it into his lap shyly before lifting it again in hopes of summoning one of the servers in their area. this is harder than he thought it would be. but then yuri pulls him back to their conversation with a pat on his cheek that makes finn positively giggle. )
I'm trying to order for us!
( and also, some concern! with a furrowed brow, ) Are you comfortable? Why did you wear those if you can't put anything in them? ( he certainly can't imagine that life. )
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there's no special occasion for it. mostly just an excuse to get dressed up for something and they can trust their friends to be more in line with the theme than anyone attending the met gala. tonight's theme is "cake by the ocean" which bren had been shocked to learn was actually about sex last week. but with pastries and beach vibes on the mind, he's happy to decorate and dress up, even getting the pets to play along with cupcake sunglasses for pickles and a hibiscus bandana for siren. as for bren, he's in swim trunks covered in doughnuts and an open button-down per ry's request. they've even put the mint color back in his hair.
it's the end of the semester for most of them with people eager to let off some steam as exams draw to a close. as for bren, he's not as decked out tonight with his mind on preparing for his next convention table. but it is a nice and much-needed break all the same.
he's inthe middle of reading over the recipe for birthday cake shots when the first few guests filter into the apartment. ) Hey!
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but since he is sleeping with some kind of slutty cosplay god and is longtime friends with an obsessive cosplay influencer, he's finally decided to be a good pal and provide some company and assistance. the convention is just a train ride away, plus they have a cozy set of adjoining rooms. though bren obnoxiously made it clear he would not be entering jasper's and neon's after a certain time. they might as well have loud sex later just because of that.
he's currently on the sofa with the television on, sort of upside down, legs propped up on the backrest because his mom told him that was good for your legs or something. jasper's in the shower and he assumes bren is doing the same. finn must be taking a nap in the other room and yuri ... well, he's not quite sure why yuri is here. ( well, he knows why, but why he wants to accompany them to a nerd weekend is beyond neon. )
considering he did next to nothing at the meet and greet table while jasper looked good and took selfies with people, he sure is sleepy enough to take a short power nap while waiting for their food order. )
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they just never look as good as what he can do. ugh, whatever.
when he comes back out it's with just a towel draped around his waist and he makes his way over to his stuff to fish out some underwear. he catches neon mid-yawn and lifts an eyebrow. ]
What's got you all tired?
[ never mind that jas could very desperately use a nap himself. he stands up and discards the towel to slip the underwear on before he makes his way over to the couch to drop down next to neon. ]
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( these nerds have fans. fucking wild. neon got some looks on his end, but he noted that finn was constantly met with giggles whenever a teenage girl asked for a photo with brennan. ( okay, it didn't help that neon had been sitting there with his shades on half the time. ) he can't believe ryker does this whenever he can.
he pushes himself into an upright position, making room for jas. he can't help the grin on his face - jasper in costume is hot, but he kinda sorta likes the guy in the room with him now. ) Why aren't you napping? The restaurant said it'd be thirty minutes so you have until then before I call in the troops.
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[ jasper grins and falls sideways with a yawn of his own, rubbing at his eyes to try to knock out the sleepiness that's lingering there. he definitely wants to take a nap, he really wants to stretch out on that bed over there and burrow in and conk out, but he knows that would actually be a terrible idea. ]
If I go down, I'm afraid I'm not gonna get back up again, and I have my after-hours panel tonight.
[ and by after-hours he means 7pm but still ]
Mm, but if I wanna hit the rave after that, maybe I should...
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( neon leans over him and runs his fingers through his wet hair, combing out some of the tangles. it is tempting to just hole up in here for the rest of the day, but these guys have schedules as neon had learned when bren sent him the itinerary for the weekend. ) Come on, the smell of food will wake you up. If not, Bren will wake you up. I'll make him laugh in your ear.
( he says this as if he himself is not the loudest person in any room he walks into. )
I also want to go to a nerd rave.
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⌁ i'm with the band
it was a fun show - he likes the music, being easy to please of course, but he also appreciates the way they play with different genres while staying true to their roots. he's definitely a fan, even if he's working for their shows now instead of happily standing in the audience while others jam around him.
he's learning a lot too! music has always been important, but now he can better understand why he likes certain things, why certain genres or even chords make him happy. it's the best front row seat he could possibly ask for.
they gather for drinks after the show, running an open tab at the venue's bar. finn doesn't drink much, nursing the same hard cider for an hour now. he's thankful to have bren here, talking to him about the new trick he did with his drumsticks that was so cool. with jisoo chatting up a cute girl with a nose piercing, he's determined not to disturb her even if he'd much rather cling to her side like a giant barnacle. )
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it's easy to spot finn. yuri smiles and veers off toward the bar first to take a quick shot, clinking his glass with a fan making big eyes at him before he knocks the shot back. a second drink is ordered, something fruity that'll help him ignore the burn of the alcohol and that'll make him sip slower because of the sugar, and he smiles at the girl at his elbow before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
not tonight. not... most nights, anymore. he's become more singularly focused.
he joins bren and finn with a small wave, sitting on finn's other side and casting bren a look, though he otherwise appears open to it being the three of them sitting here. for finn's sake. ]
Solid work tonight, team.
[ he laughs and holds up his glass, giving it a little wiggle in search of someone to clink with him, the blue liquid inside sloshing around a bit and catching in the light. ]
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finn is happy to listen, of course. yuri is an intimidating sort without ever really meaning to be. his attentions always make finn a little uneasy, even as he clinks his glass against yuri's soon after. this world is completely outside of what finn has really known and while it's fun, especially since he does have friends here, he isn't certain if this lifestyle is something he'd like to stick to for long. )
It all sounded amazing! ( finn chimes in to the group, taking a tiny swig and maybe swiveling around on his barstool out of want of something to do with his body. )
I'm - I'm a little tired. In a good way! I might go in a little.
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breathe.
he sips at his drink, being as engaging as he can. sometimes he'll reach out and just lightly touch finn's arm when he's telling a story, laughing and smiling and just. being nice. he's trying to just be nice.
be a friend first, yuri. be a friend.
his head tilts and he pouts just a little bit. ]
Already? I mean you did put in a lot of work tonight...
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I mean! I'm still here to celebrate but. The guys were talking about going to another spot and I don't think I'll go with them. I was just going to watch some TV and go to bed after.
( he looks up to finally meet yuri's gaze. )
Are you going somewhere after? I thought ... ( briefly, he glances at the spot where the fan had been flirting with yuri before looking back at him sheepishly. ) Well, I dunno, I thought you might be doing something fun.
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i'm with the band 2: electric boogaloo
whatever. finn still hadn't told yuri anything one way or the other all he could hope was that he was still thinking about it.
not that he's gotten a chance to ask finn about it, considering he just fucking disappeared off the face of the planet apparently.
it's been... a week? the first day of it jisoo had just said that he had a family thing come up and had to go home and yuri accepted that. family things happen. family things can take a lot of time and attention to contend with them.
but finn stopped replying to texts. or commenting on the bands' instagram posts. or just letting know any of them he was alive in any way, shape, or form. and jisoo wasn't forthcoming about anything, just kept talking about his family, but by the time they reached the fifth day of him leaving even she started to look worried.
he's curled up in ryker and bren's room with the rest of the group (and jisoo), folded into the armchair in the corner to vaguely watch whatever hotel nonsense is playing on the tv while they all unwind and talk about the show and their next stop and frankly yuri's too on edge, glancing every now and then at his phone. he's sent couple messages every day, first asking how finn was doing, and then asking where he was, and-- if it was just him, he could understand it, but he hasn't been responding to anyone and yuri is just so goddamn worried that it's been affecting his performance and--
whatever. it's fine. it's fine!! whenever he's okay again he'll let jisoo know, right? right.
right. ]
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for all of his life, he's never felt right. even amongst friends, no matter how many times jisoo has tried pulling him into the fold, he's never felt like he quite belonged. it's always taken in stride, of course. finn has always been able to enjoy himself, even when sitting in the corner and simply observing the others having fun.
the world has always looked different to finn, a little brighter and sparklier, with surprises lurking around the corner. "finn believes in magic," they would always say, mostly tolerating his quirks. it took him until last week to really truly believe in it with his whole heart. he'd simply turned the corner, lost in his thoughts as usual. he thought he'd gotten lost, but it seemed that he'd left the country entirely with a single sidestep. instead of pavement was a lush field of wildflowers, many of which he could barely identify. a soft brown rabbit had actually beckoned for him to follow and he did, finding himself face to face with a woman clad in pink and gold, extending a hand to him with a smile.
mom.
it had been an emotional adventure with a hundred revelations, ending with finn getting off the train ( how did he get there? ) to the apartment he shared with his dad. after another teary-eyed conversation, he'd hugged him real tight before hurrying back to rejoin his friends.
which leads us here, to the hotel room after the show, finn marching up to the door with a bigger sense of purpose, smelling faintly of sakura blossoms with a newfound inner glow. he's apologetic, of course, but he can't help but revel in this self-discovery too.
he knocks on the door, smiling when jisoo goes to open it. )
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when jisoo throws the door open with a happy noise the curiosity rises once more and then, like the world is moving around him in slow motion, he sees who's on the other side.
yuri's vision goes bleary as tears spring to his eyes. he can hear the others let out some joyful noises, some enthusiastic 'you live!'s, but yuri just tunnel visions on to finn. beautiful, handsome finn who somehow looks more radiant and handsome than he did a week ago. wonderful, soft finn whose smile has lifted a worried weight clear off of yuri's shoulders.
he goes limp. yuri's knees give out and he drops to the ground, tears running freely down his cheeks without him even really feeling that they're there. a hand covers his mouth when a sob escapes him and he trembles. ]
Finn.
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he looks around for yuri with a furrowed brow, upset at himself the second he lays eyes on him. with an "i'll tell you everything" glance exchanged with his best friend, he immediately bends to wrap his arms around him in a very awkward hug. )
Oh, Yuri...
( he isn't crying but he's so sensitive to the other's emotions now, his own eyes shining with tears that aren't falling.
for once, it's neon who takes the cue, gesturing for people to step around them. bren manages to complain about wanting to sleep in his room, but immediately gets shushed on his way out.
we're just happy you're back, finn hears over the sound of the other crying and he squeezes his arms tighter around him, unsure if he should smile or frown. )
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band iii: return of the ship
he's busy working with bren with adjusting the drum kit, making sure everything is exactly perfect. the others are tuning their instruments. or well, finn thinks they are but brennan's made a snide little comment about neon and jasper doing more than vocal warmups. whatever that means. )
You should go get changed, ( finn urges with a little smile, patting his friend's shoulder and nudging him to go follow ry backstage.
finn, meanwhile, has to shuffle offstage to grab his black hoodie, one of the few black items he does own specifically to work backstage here. )
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mostly fine.
things get hard sometimes when he watches finn working hard and then he gets kinda sweaty and he licks his lips and--
god, yuri really wants to kiss him.
he's just finished touching up the last of his makeup when bren and ry enter the dressing room. yuri gives them a smile and a little wave as he stands and heads out, maybe hoping to spend a little bit of time with finn before they both get caught up in doing their work.
yuri's honestly dressed... almost conservatively today. there's a jacket on over his cropped shirt, amazingly, providing at least a little bit of coverup... though his pants are hanging low enough to expose more.
it's a give and take.
he grins when he finally spies finn and he does a little jog to run up to him, bumping his hip with his own before dropping an arm around his waist. ]
Heya. How's setup going?
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the guys had been apologetic for their jokes once finn had given them a stern finger waggle. that's all that it had been - jokes, but it had gotten to be too much. he's just glad the air has been cleared and everyone gets a fresh start. )
Hi. You look pretty, ( he praises easily, lightly bumping against yuri when he finds him. ) I'm almost done, just going to do one more check before you go on.
( he lightly pats yuri's bass, seeming to make sure it's still safe in its stand. )
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Thank you. You're as handsome as always.
[ he smiles again before crouching down to look closer at his bass, humming quietly as he looks her over before nodding and standing once more. ]
I'm always glad to see that I can trust Amelia in your capable hands. Have you had a chance to scope the crowd yet?
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