baller

born in southern china in 1998, wen qifang is a rapper currently signed under 2k entertainment as a member of rookie pop group ok:go, known for their catchy songs and cutesy choreography. better known as kb. in charge of giving the group’s ballads some much-needed rhythm and rhyme. he’s way taller than he should be and looks much cuter than he actually is. ready, set, go!

[98wqf]

oopsamy:

[ ☼ ]— If it was for her it was no problem if he touches her cat, it’s no biggie but her cat is the problem. “She hates it when people touch her. She’s an introvert. She may look nice and adorable but once you touch her she turns into something.” She explained, patting her legs for the cat to lie down on her lap. “Her name is Blake–  I can’t really say if she would warm up to you. She’s very unpredictable.”, she mused, shrugging her shoulders while running down her hands across the Siamese's back 

Still sitting on his heels, Qifang laughed absently as Amy explained her cat’s introversion, feeling his own slowly begin to wash away. “Mine is sort of the same way,” he said with a hum of agreement. “Except he warms up to people pretty easily. Just give him a treat, and suddenly, it’s like you’re his best friend.” He paused for just a moment to watch Blake, curled comfortably in Amy’s lap. There was a part of him that wanted to reach forward again, to push his luck with her, but Qifang managed to keep his hands to himself. “Why Blake? It’s cute, but a little random.”

[98wqf]

oopsamy:

THANKS FOR LIKING THIS@98wqf !!!

[ ☼ ] — “Don’t touch her!” She yelled out, both hands raised up in the air to stop him from getting in touch with her cat. “She bites. She’s isn’t like normal cats.”

He was crouched on the floor, long legs bent beneath his skinny frame, hand extended toward Amy’s cat when the shrill sound of her protests hit him. Instantly, Qifang froze, an apology spilling quickly out of his mouth. “Sorry.” His approach had been innocent, borne out of his genuine love for all things feline, but even he didn’t like cats enough to risk getting bit by one, although part of him wished he did, because the tiny furball in front of him was just so cute.·“What’s her name?”

[homet0wn]

Are you in love?

No I’m in bed

[bkiyeol-blog1]

The thing about Beau is that he’s quite a talker. It is something that he always does no matter what the situation is. He’s always the one who tries to start a conversation, light up the mood in a room, and even the one who keeps the conversation going if he notices that it’s slowly dying down. Overall, he just loves talking. A bubbly, and sweet personality is one of the main ingredients that makes a person like Beau. You’re not that close with him? you just met? you bet the androgynous male can find ways for you to get closer with him. Although there are times that people can find it annoying, yet he keeps a smile on his face.

Making youtube videos and gaining a lot of fans and subscribers along the way because of his glowing personality, you can never see him upset, down, or maybe he just knows how to hide it. He tries his very best to get to know everyone in 2K, and befriends them. One of his main targets is Qifang. He notices that Qifang is quite different from what he’s showing on stage and off stage. There’s something about the quiet younger male that sparked his interest.

And coincidentally, just as he was thinking of ways to approach the younger male, the doorbell in Unplugged’s dorm rang, which made him jump up from the couch and hurried to check who it was. Opening the door, he smiled, taking the chance to befriend the other, “Hi! And oh my goodness! That bag contains all my makeup and practice necessities! Thank you.” He said whilst taking the bag from the other.

“Uhmm, it may be late but…you seemed exhausted. Wanna stay up for a coffee? or we can go to the convenience store nearby…”

[98wqf]

Other people’s opinions of him were never something that Qifang dwelt on, even after throwing himself headfirst into a world where those opinions were all that ever truly mattered. The way that he looked at it, the way that he had always looked at it, he was either going to be hated or loved or ignored, most often all three at the same time, and he realized at a young age that there was quite frequently nothing that he could do to change or influence those opinions. 

After all, it was always something, wasn’t it? He was either too tall or too short, too thin or too bulky. He didn’t smile nearly enough, wasn’t cute enough, couldn’t rap quickly enough, couldn’t speak Korean well enough. No matter what, someone out there found reason to hate him for it, and someone else found reason to love him for the same exact thing.  The push-and-pull of it all got disorienting, and if he was being honest, Qifang stopped paying attention long ago.

But, in spite of his ambivalence, there were still people whose opinions he cared about, and most of them belonged to 2K itself. They were his coworkers at first, and then a family, and although he struggled socializing with them, there had always been a part of him that cared, deeply, about what they thought of him. Beau certainly fell into that category, as an elder and a peer and a fellow performer, someone that Qifang might have learned from if they were closer.

“You’re welcome,” he said, content to leave it at that and tiredly make his way back to his group’s dorm. It was the mention of coffee that perked Qifang up suddenly, shoulders raising and spine straightening out like he had just sprung out of bed. If it weren’t for the twinge of excitement in his voice, he would have sounded sarcastic when he added, “Coffee sounds like literally the best thing right now.” 

[aekure]

놀라서 벌떡 일어서다 ( @98wqf )

June had been excited to say the least, collaborations were always her favorite as she was able to work with different artists who each held their own sound, much like the younger male she currently accompanied. ‘So what do you think?’ She asked the moment the sound of the music stopped, just days before she had finished her own part in the song and for a little while now she had been looking for a male rapper to finish the song, of which she suddenly ran into this male and realized he would be a great fit for it. ‘Do you think this is something you can and want to work it?’ her voice sounded softly, somewhat embarrassed, it had been one of the first times she had tried helping with the production of the song, something she was new to. 

[98wqf]

When June had first approached him about this collaboration, more eager than she usually was, her excitement visible in her expression, Qifang had been more surprised than he’d like to admit. It wasn’t necessarily that they didn’t know each other, because they did, although he’d sooner call June an acquaintance than a friend. It wasn’t even that he wasn’t interested in her proposal, because he was, although OK:GO’s manager would likely have some choice words for him if he accepted prior to consulting with them. It was simply because he didn’t know why she’d chosen him, of all of the other rappers available to her.

He suspected it had more to do with his image—overtly cutesy, specifically innocent, and entirely in line with her own—than she was letting on. Then again, perhaps he was just being paranoid.

“It’s good,” Qifang replied, voice more matter-of-fact than enthusiastic, as he scratched the nape of his neck absently. The entire time the song had been playing, he had been silent, much more focused on listening than trying to gauge her expectations. For most of it, his expression had been blank, but he wasn’t lying when he had given June his opinion. “It’s really catchy. The kind of music you can dance to.” He had gesticulated as he spoke, an attempt to mask his own uneasiness and confusion, and after a moment more of contemplation, he finished, “I think I could, yeah.”

[rpmemes-galore]

bold your muse’s preference!

1. movies

comedy or action?

romance or horror? 

adventure or drama?

historical or musicals? 

sci-fi or westerns?

2. food

tea or coffee?

cake or pie?

fruit or vegetables?

sweet or spicy?

cereal or oatmeal?

bagels or cookies?

sandwich or pizza?

3. nature

early bird or night owl?

summer or winter? 

city or countryside?

cats or dogs?

hiking or swimming?

forest or meadow? 

4.  misc.

hugs or kisses?

books or movies?

shorts or long pants?

monopoly or sorry?

comic books or novels?

showers or baths?

chess or checkers?

hip-hop or classical music?

[98wqf]

Why are you not home yet? It's late. // welcome to 2k!

It’s not like he doesn’t know that he shouldn’t be here. It’s not even like he wants to be here, not this late, not this tired. The rest of his group is at their dorm, each and every one of them more than likely fast asleep, dreaming about whatever it is they’re hung up on this week, be it the latest drama they’ve watched or the latest pretty girl they’ve seen out and about. The point is, they’re snoozing the night away in their beds, and Qifang is holed up by himself, back hunched awkwardly over the table he’s seated at and fingers gripping a pen too tightly to be comfortable. 

There are crumpled papers scattered on the tabletop around him, remnants of raps that he’s written and quickly discarded. Nothing seems to flow right, and he really doesn’t know anymore if it’s the fatigue settling into his bones or just him. Abruptly, Qifang tears the sheet of paper that he’s writing on out of his notebook, crushes it in his fist, and tosses it unceremoniously into the pile. His frustration is starting to overtake any shreds of creativity left in him, and when he hears the door slowly creak open behind him, it’s almost like his brain shuts down altogether.

Qifang turns around slowly in his chair, the sound of plastic swiveling against metal obnoxiously loud against the quiet of the room, and he’s almost certain that he looks like some sort of supervillain, winding speech about his diabolical plans on retainer for precisely this moment. Mostly, he just feels tired, and the sensible part of his brain, the one that’s nearly turned off altogether, is sure that he looks like that, not whatever ridiculous comic book character he’s concocted in his head.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he points out, voice airy as he props his elbow up on top of the notebook and rests his hand in his open palm. Qifang doesn’t exactly have much leverage here, and he knows it; Max isn’t OK:GO’s manager, but he’s a manager, and that’s enough for him to have some authority over him. If he’s instructed to pack his things up and head home, his options are limited. “We run on the same clock, don’t we?”

[98wqf]

“It’s midnight, what do you want?” || Welcome to 2k!

These days, Qifang is pretty used to shifting back and forth between the personalities he’s cultivated for himself, to plastering a toothy smile on his face when cameras are flashing and withdrawing when they’re not; these days, those are normally his only two selves, the cute one and the quiet one, two halves that make up the whole of Wen Qifang, and he’s okay with that. But then there are the nuances of his life, the parts that make things sticky and complicated: quelling his legitimate enthusiasm in front of the people that he’s not completely comfortable with, reminding himself that it’s okay to let it out around the people he is, socializing effectively with people who aren’t his group mates, and only about a thousand other things.

It’s trying to figure out how to act around other 2K entertainers that he finds the most difficult, even after all this time working with them, for them. He’s practically grown up in their recording studios, their practice rooms, their meetings, but for some inexplicable reason, Qifang still struggles. He thinks maybe he’s just not destined to be the adorably charismatic kid that everyone wants him to be. Not all the time, anyway.

He tries, though.

He tries, and then he tries a little harder, and then he keeps trying in spite of himself, until he’s exhausted himself trying to fit into the pretty pastel that 2K has painted them as, and right now, he feels particularly tired, wiped out after a late night dance practice that’s left him more on edge than usual. A bag that doesn’t belong to him is slung onto his shoulder, because even though he wasn’t the one to find it, nor the one to realize it belonged to Kiyeol, the task of delivering it had been delegated to him.

“You left this in one of the practice rooms,” Qifang says absently as he shrugs it off and extends his arm toward him, offering the bag up. “We only looked through it a little bit.”

[98wqf]

"Yes, that is correct" // welcome to 2k!

He doesn’t know how he ended up here. He doesn’t know if he wants to know how he ended up here, long legs sprawled lazily out on a leather sofa, knit sweater heavy on his shoulders and eyelids heavier. The room is too cold, air conditioner pumping frosty air into the space; Qifang wonders absently if he could nap here, curled up like a cat on the sofa, but ultimately decides against it. Chances are, falling asleep just outside of a company executive’s office would reflect rather poorly on him.

If he’s sticking to his story, his reason for being here is that he just wants to ask a question, something sort of silly and ultimately meaningless, something that should probably be delegated to Seojun, if anyone at all; if he’s being honest, he’s here because he wants to get out of the dorm for a bit, away from the suffocation of living with five other relatively young boys. There’s never enough space for all of them. Their elbows knock constantly, the bathroom never seems to be available, and navigating the tiny kitchen without spilling or breaking anything is something that Qifang has yet to accomplish.

So, he’s here. So, he’s looking sleepily at Ryuzaki Hikari, who flounced into the waiting room not a minute ago, who he had greeted with lamely with a muttered acknowledgment of her group. Not a hello, not a half-hearted wave, not even a nod. Just a dumb, ‘You’re in Pandora,’ even though he knows quite well that she knows that he knows that. Qifang knows he sounds dumb, and when she responds gently, confirming what they both already know, he’s quick to rectify his mistake.

“I’m a little all over the place right now,” he says by way of apology, gesturing vaguely at nothing in particular. “Hi.”

[98wqf]

'Are you sure about this?' / Welcome to 2k

Qifang doesn’t like Halloween. He hasn’t since he was a child, has always preferred the late summer rituals of Zhong Yuan Jie to the chilly commercialism of Halloween; he regards it frostily, put off by the adopted holiday in more ways than one. Costumes aren’t his thing, his sweet tooth isn’t very strong, and the idea of wandering the streets in search of treats and tricks makes him uncomfortable, so, without fail, the holiday passes by each year with little fanfare from him. Qifang doesn’t like Halloween, but this year, it feels different, and he can’t quite figure out why.

Maybe it’s the company. Maybe it’s the group. He’s trained for what feels like a century (or maybe two), bided his time waiting for his debut, hung back and watched other groups, other artists, climb the charts. Then spring came, and with it, Qifang’s turn, and ever since, he’s been… happier. More satisfied. More indulgent. The idea of participating in Halloween festivities isn’t so profoundly uncomfortable, and neither is the thought of sneaking around the company’s building, fists shoved deep in the pockets of an oversize hoodie and Heo June at his side, a prank or three up his sleeve.

Her voice cuts through the easy silence that’s settled over them, and Qifang eyes her questioningly. His eyebrow twitches, his lips purse, his eyes narrow, and it all happens in a fraction of a second, a quick reaction to her uneasiness. “Yeah,” he says without hesitation, voice flat and disinterested, like explaining this to her is some kind of chore. It isn’t, and he hopes she realizes that, but he’s never been amazing at rousing up enthusiasm when there’s not a camera within a few feet of him. “It was my idea, wasn’t it?”

[fywinwin]