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a magical boy from the mundane world. hwang minhyun, 21, nightshade rookie and full-time idol (m.ea)

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[120517] holiday vlive

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cclucky:

it’s been a while since they’ve been able to broadcast something for their fan, and lucky feels rather guilty, and not to mention nervous, because it’s been long enough since their last release that he frets about the fans feeling put off, or worse, worried about their well-being. lucky stays as active as he can on their fancafe but it’s hard to keep them satisfied with day-to-day updates when all he can really post about is the weather, what songs he’s listening to, what kind of dinner minhyun made for them that night, etc; but it’s not the same. as such, he’s super excited when he gets the green light from the company to go ahead with a holiday-themed vlive with minhyun.

so far, he’s having fun. he finds it easy to relax and just be himself when he’s streaming with minhyun, despite the thousands of people watching; he likes how talkative and cheerful minhyun becomes, too, even though he knows it’s just for the fans – in a way, doing the vlive is as much of a present for him as it is for the fans.

check at your feet! kenta blinks a few times, smiling and giving thanks to the unnamed fan before looking down and moving his legs over to see that, indeed, the packet of flavouring is on the floor. he laughs lightly, blonde head ducking under the table as he picks up the packet. “well, that’s not very lucky of me-” a double meaning – to the fans, it’s just a play-on-words about his name, nothing more. when he returns on camera, he’s grinning ( he apparently never gets tired of luck-based jokes, despite making them almost daily ) as he rips the top of the packet off perfectly, reaching in front of minhyun to dust the powder into the bowl. “it smells so good. really spicy though..” some of the dust is left floating in the air, ending up in his nose.  without much warning, lucky sneezes – thankfully, he’s able to cover his mouth with his sneeze in time, but he still looks a bit bewildered, and then embarrassed. “ah, sorry! i’m so rude–”

sometimes minhyun was jealous of how naturally this all came to lucky. communicating with fans, being enthusiastic about everything, happiness shooting out from every single one of his pores. from the very beginning, minhyun preferred being close to kenta during filming, because their bond allowed him to steal just a little bit of that happiness and make it his own. it made him feel much lighter, focused on the present rather than a gloomier past. a past where he didn’t have lucky to cast sunlight all over his world.

“will you ever live up to your name?” minhyun teased, knowing full well that he was, in fact, very worthy of that title. way more than the fans would ever suspect. the leader watched him closely as he put the powder in, inhaling the delicious yet spicy smell that made his stomach growl in anticipation. “you can handle spicy just fine,” he reminded him, clearly not meaning anything behind it other than its literal sense. “bless you!” was minhyun’s first reflex after lucky’s loud sneeze resonated across the room, right before he started laughing. his eyes scanned the comments as he grabbed a pair of chopsticks. “they’re saying spicy noodles isn’t really christmas related... sorry everyone, but it’s all that was left after daehwi and seonho went first.” he shot a knowing glance at lucky, before digging into the bowl and slurping on the noodles.

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[120517] holiday vlive

with m.ea’s minhyun and lucky ( @cclucky )

the camera had been rolling for about twenty minutes, starting off with the two boys greeting the viewers and reading some comments from where they were from. there were thousands of korean viewers, which was a given, but also a lot of international fans tuning in at impossible hours just to catch a glimpse of them. this was probably why they always tried to make it as entertaining and worthy of their time as possible, minhyun trading his more serious self for a brighter, more cheerful personality on screen. “hyung, i think the noodles are ready. where’s the powder packet?” he looked around for it to no avail, even lifting up papers scattered on the table. when both of them seemed a little lost, minhyun saw a comment from the corner of his eye. “ah, someone said you knocked it off earlier. check at your feet!”

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defend, song, kiss, warmth ( pick which ones u wanna write & u can au any of them OR 👀)

drabble: song & kissverse: cardcaptors au where the only thing different is that minhyun and kenta found themselves dating in the second timelinefeaturing: @cclucky​

fingers strummed his guitar nervously as he waited for lucky in the practice room. the other boys wouldn’t be here for a while, with seonho and daehwi busy at school and minki off doing hero duty. the leader thought it was now or never and if he trusted his guts, it would likely be never if he didn’t make his move today. not once before had minhyun ever done something remotely similar, nor did he ever want to. it was the first time he felt in such a way towards someone else. whether it was their bond, or something much deeper, he couldn’t say. sorting out feelings proved to be difficult when they were all mixed up and mutually shared. literally. kenta’s feelings were his own and they were so strong… that in the beginning, when minhyun first ended up in this new timeline, he was overwhelmed. overwhelmed by an amount of affection and care he didn’t think he deserved. he spent years fighting former friends, trying to avoid the worst outcome, until he was forced to kill some of them. so how could he? how could lucky possibly love someone like him? minhyun could not fathom the reasons why.

and he never dared ask, because the answer terrified him.

“minhyun?” a familiar voice called out as kenta’s head peeked from behind the door, inevitable brightening up the room with his radiant smile. the hero could already sense just how happy kenta was to see him, which made his heart swell up in the most affectionate way. “hyung.” he spoke softly, patting the floor next to where he sat so his boyfriend (it always felt weird to refer to lucky as such, but he never could bring himself to say anything about it) would join him. the older immediately complied, unable to stop himself from telling minhyun all about something daehwi did at breakfast. “[…] and i swear that manager hyung was this close to smacking the back of his head!” the leader exhaled through his nose, repressing a laugh and just as kenta was about to go on, he stepped him. “please, lucky. just stop talking.” it wasn’t an order, but more of a strong advice. he needed to gather enough courage to do as he planned and hearing about daehwi or any of the other members was not exactly putting him in the mood. plus, it only pushed the moment further and further, his resolve fading as minutes went on. just as he thought, if it wasn’t now, it would be never. or at least much, much later.

“i feel like… you have given much more than you’ve received. ever since we… you know.” he closed his eyes in embarrassment at how stupid he sounded, being unable to tell him straight. ever since they started going out. a moment that minhyun couldn’t recall, since it belonged to the memories of a minhyun that had been replaced by him when the resistance members restored time. ever since that night in japan when they were on vacation, which sealed their relationship and had minhyun throw away any doubts he had left. still, despite all of that, he never said the words. he didn’t know how.

“i don’t get it,” kenta said in a puzzled voice. “you’ve always been so nice…” minhyun didn’t expect him to understand just how messed up his mind was, of course, so his confusion made sense. “just… listen. please?” he pleaded, to which lucky responded with a nod, head tilted.

he cleared his throat, strumming the first chords on his guitar, heart beating so hard he was sure lucky wouldn’t need their bond to feel it. singing was the only way he found to convey emotions and feelings he kept buried inside for so long. he saw him die once, in another life, when they weren’t linked as they are now. it was painful then, so he can’t possibly imagine how destructive it would be if he were to lose him again. that same fear forced minhyun to push him away, deny himself the right to love and be loved.

well, it stopped now.

“All alongI thought something would go wrongDidn’t you?Walls were upWe never pushed our luck, like we wanted to”

he smiles because it’s not exactly true. the only one holding back had been him all along. lucky didn’t share the same fears, because he was lucky. and for all of these reasons, minhyun fell in love with him. because he was the kindest, most selfless, most beautiful person he’d ever met.

“Every time I lose myself I findI’m left alone but you need to knowFor you I’d break these wallsI’d choose to fallI’m gonna cross that line for you”

he looked at him, making sure kenta understood what it meant. if he read between the lines, if he… felt the way minhyun felt, then he would know. he would know that crossing the line meant minhyun was willing to take the plunge for him. to die for him, but most of all… to live for him. to stop being afraid, stop looking back into the past and move forward together.

he sang the rest with more conviction in his words, facing his boyfriend with his head held high. then, as the melody stopped, minhyun took advantage of kenta’s dazed state to put his guitar down and lean in, slender fingers cupping the shorter boy’s chin. “it means i love you.” he let out a chuckle, closing the distance between them as he pecked his lips once. this clearly wasn’t enough for lucky, who moved himself nearer and grabbed onto minhyun’s shirt, pulling it towards him to lock lips again, this time making it worthwhile.

For you I’d break these wallsI’d choose to fallI’m going to cross that line for you tonight

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minhyun - beautiful

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aesthetic moodboards: 1/?           ♡ ft. @ccminhyun​

– i’ll give you shelter.

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!! @ccminhyun tw !! alcohol

When Wonshik is drunk, there is never a such thing as too drunk. Other people tend to disagree with him, but that’s fine they’re allowed to have their opinions while he takes another shot, shot, shot ( everybody ). 

He stumbles home way late, not exactly knowing how he got there but that’s not exactly important right now. His phone is in his hand, living on a prayer but still chugging on through like the powerful sucker it was. Soon it’s pressed against to the shell of his ear, unbeknownst to him that it was ringing. He stumbles over to his kitchen, thirsty as a thot that was recently cut off to all of their dickmates. His faucet is running, and he drops his phone in the sink. “O-oh heck!” 

Picking up his phone, he shakes it and finally hears a voice coming from the device. Blinking once, twice, three times he brings the somewhat-wet thing to his ear. “Hello?” he asks, confused. He fumbles to turn off the kitchen sink so he could hear, holding onto the counter so he could stand upright and try his best to focus. Just who was calling him?

it turns out that wonshik isn't the only drunk boy in the house tonight, as minhyun tried to drown his negativity in who knows how many glasses of soju. he's lost count by now, his group mate lucky almost just as wasted as he is. for the first time in years, minhyun feels light, in a good mood even. it's all superficial and will likely leave a bitter taste tomorrow but he'll take it this once. just this once. everyone is asleep in the dorms now, except dongho who left for god knows where.

minhyun wakes up wearing his hero outfit, wondering what the hell has been going on. he's not as far gone as he was an hour ago when he closed his eyes all curled up against lucky, but still very much drunk to the point where he stumbles across the living room and towards the bathroom. there he finds his phone on the floor right next to the toilet, not able to recall how it ended up there. minhyun lets himself slide down the wall and onto the cool tiles.

he doesn't know why his dead friend's number is still in his phone. part of him is unable to let go and erase him from his life. as stupid as it sounds, seeing his name in his contact list brings him comfort every time his eyes land on it. he's never called it since, though. but apparently that changes tonight, since his finger is already pressing on the little phone icon, which automatically dials his number. somebody picks up, which catches minhyun completely off guard. his sober self would have hung up right away, but the drunk one is so surprised that for a second he thinks that siwoo picked up. "hello? hello?" he has to wait a few seconds for a voice to reply. a male's voice, maybe life's away of messing up with him just a little more. "... siwoo? what the fuck, is that you?"

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* go the f—ck to sleep

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[...]

“have you ever been to college?” he’s turning his head to look at minhyun again, checking to see if he’s gone back to his book yet, or if he should be quiet again. seeing that minhyun is still paying attention, he feels pleased. “this fic says you’d be pretty good at it, which makes sense,” he adds – meaning it more as a fact than a compliment.

"a frat house? how american," he says with a small laugh. he feels guilty about pushing lucky away whenever he wants peace and quiet, because he can always sense the other's sincerity. there's no ill intention in lucky, who merely needs to share his thoughts and feelings more than he does. minhyun can't blame him for that and maybe he's even envious of how open he is. he keeps everything buried so deep inside that sometimes he wonders if one day he'll be able to feel anything at all.

he often forgets that kenta is not human and hasn't lived like one for long. he absorbs things rather quickly and with such enthusiasm that it's easy to treat him just as anyone else. but he's never attended school. he's supposedly from japan but has never truly lived there. he has no family. minhyun thinks he should take it into consideration more whenever he feels like brushing him off, because he's special to kenta. and kenta is special to him, too.

"it can be, i guess." truth is, his academic experience hasn't been the most joyful. there's a sort of emptiness inside him whenever the subject comes up, as memories of his lost friend resurface. he's not ready to talk about it with his members, not yet. but he will, one day. when kenta looks at him, asking his question, minhyun smiles back. "i haven't. i decided to focus on the group." his smile grows even bigger at what the card says next. it's true that he's often treated like some kind of nerd, but truth is he's more of a self-teaching kind of person. he's knowledgeable through his own searches and readings. 

"if you want to experience it, you should go, hyung. this body is still young." he has kenta lift his head up to pass his arm under him, using his hand to ruffle his hair gently, fingers then lingering in to play with it. "i didn't have the best time in high school."

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ღseeing red

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[...]

“Hyung-” he whirls around, not sure which way is the right way, because as the crowd surges in, the van disappears from view, as do the black shirts of security or any familiar faces from the staff or the group. Don’t panic, he reminds himself, panicking makes it worse, they don’t want to hurt you, they can’t hurt you, they’re just humans-

“You’re mine, card,” she hisses, materializing inches in front of him as if out of nowhere, her garb soft pink with yellow accents, like a sunrise, or a rose garden-

Something pinches in his gut, and when he looks down, all he sees is red, staining his sweater, the cuff of her hero garb, the hilt of her blade. His own fingers curl around it, as if to pull the intrusive object out of his very human flesh, but she’s strong, so strong, and it’s already so much blood-

“Hyung!” he hears himself shouting before he realizes it’s him doing the shouting, catching a glimpse of Minhyun’s head behind her, feet away, too far away, towering over the crowd, “Help-”

he's grown to hate moving from one location to another as a member of miracle era. there's never a peaceful moment when they're out and about as a group, bunch of overly excited fans waiting for them at every turn. it's especially dangerous for daehwi, who's not only physically vulnerable due to the human body he's taken but also has to control his powers at all times. this is why minhyun tries his best to keep an eye out for him whenever they venture into a big crowd. this time, somehow, daehwi gets ahead with the manager while minhyun is stuck behind. he can't even see the others struggling to walk behind him, nor can he see clearly in front.

it's his intuition that warns him that something's off. a shift in the atmosphere, a suspicious female shoving people around dressed in the most ridiculous attire. well, it's not exactly ridiculous, but it is in broad daylight and outside of a cosplayer gathering. minhyun only sees her back but it's enough to make the connection: she's a hero, and she seems to be going after daehwi.

he doesn't see her weapon, which must still be concealed, but minhyun picks up his pace, trying to push his way through the crowd. "daehwi?" he calls out, unable to see the top of his member's head from where he stands, but following the back of the girl's.

and then time freezes as he's finally close enough to tower over the scene (he's quite tall among a sea of young high school girls), but too far to be able to do anything to stop it. he doesn't witness the stabbing, at least he's too far to realize what it is until droplets of blood come out of daehwi's mouth. "daehwi!" it's like everyone stopped moving around him and all he can see is the younger male, face contorted with pain, calling out for him. he thinks the girl must have lost her damn mind if she thinks for even a second that he'll let daehwi die on his watch. "what the hell did you do?!" he shouts at the other hero, who promptly vanishes in the crowd not to be seen again. in any other situation, minhyun would run after her, but there's no time.

their manager helps daehwi walk towards the van and minhyun rushes after, catching up with them just in time to assist in holding the boy up and get him safely inside. the manager is already on his phone yelling something about getting another van for the rest of the group. there's no time to waste and they both know it, however, minhyun doesn't want daehwi to know how dire the situation is. he sits next to him, with famine's head resting on his lap as bloody hands apply pressure onto his wound trying to keep it from bleeding. "i-it's okay," he says, voice shaky but soft as he tries his best to smile." you're okay. just talk to me."

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q: if you were a girl, which member would you want as your boyfriend?

baekho: that member is temporarily apart from us 

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Get Reckt

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Usually Yixing’s days are smooth sailing. He’s a simple man with a simple life. All he does is wake up, make breakfast, then head to work at the animal shelter. If it’s a really good day, Yixing will stop by the cafe down the street and treat himself to a snack. However today it seemed that every force of nature was out to get Yixing today. First his alarm broke, causing him to rush to get ready. With him rushing, he couldn’t eat breakfast, or even properly dress himself.

So there he is, half frazzled, hair a mess and clothes not in the least bit matching as he tried to wrangle in a very excited dog. “Come on, just settled down.” He pleaded, trying to tug the giant dog into the shelter after their morning walk around the block. However, the dog was just too large and too excited for Yixing to handle in that moment.

The dog burst loose from Yixing’s slipping hold, bounding down the sidewalk. With a yell, Yixing immediately took after the dog, hoping that it wouldn’t run into the road. Lucky for Yixing, the Yixing, the dog didn’t run into the road. However, the dog did run into a person knocking into them with their full weight. Yixing’s eyes went wide with fear as he hurried to approach the fallen male, tugging the heavy dog from off of them.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

all minhyun is trying to do is walk back to his dorm without getting followed or recognized. he's been battling a particularly vicious monster with fellow heroes today and he's exhausted, dreaming of a nice shower. after getting a nasty cut on his leg, he wondered if he should summon lucky. not because the latter will heal or comfort him, but because minhyun knows that he feels his pain and will worry for as long as minhyun doesn't give any news. the wound is only superficial, though, so he put a temporary bandage on it. he then sent a short text to his card, telling him he's fine and that he'll be back soon. it's not a lie, even if it isn't the entire truth.

he barely hears the yells echoing in the distance, nor does he see the much too large dog running straight into him before it's too late. minhyun is lost in his own thoughts, reminiscing the previous fight and wondering what he could've done better. he snaps out of it just in time to see this big furry ball jump on him excitedly and knock him right over. does he have some food on him he wasn't aware of? or maybe the dog is just stupidly affectionate, since he starts licking and drooling on minhyun's poor face. the owner comes running a few seconds later, getting the dog off him so minhyun manages to sit up and wipe his face. "can't you control it?" he scolds him, rubbing dust off his clothes before getting back on his feet. "i'm alright. what's that even, a bear? it's huge."

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mattxcc:

[...]

he realizes how bad it must look for him to be laughing while looking at the younger male and it is only made worse by the fact that matt hasn’t said a single word and that was how he chose to respond to him, “i’m sorry i’m not laughing at you or brushing your words off. i can see that you’re a more than capable hero. it’s just that when you said that you reminded me of my sister in a way and it made me think about when we were kids.” 

matt doesn’t spend a lot of time being sentimental so when the memories come up it really warms his heart, “she’s just messing with you. despite how she behaves she was the number one hero at the new york city branch before—” he was going to continue, but it wasn’t his story to tell and matt didn’t want to think about that particular moment in his past again. his sister is fine now and in recovery and that’s all he needs to focus on. 

it takes minhyun a while to register the other's laughter. he can't even understand what funny thing has been said, but it certainly didn't came from him. he's being most serious right now and the way the older guy reacts pisses him off even more. he must notice minhyun's gaze since he promptly explains the reason behind it and instead of calming him down, he only gets more annoyed. he's not here to chit chat, nor make friends. he's here because he has to, nothing else.

"i see." are the only two words that come out of his mouth and he moves as if he's about to turn around and leave, but the other guy speaks again which forces minhyun to stick around out of politeness. he sighs. "look, as amazing as that story sounds," he begins, tone slightly sarcastic, "i'm not really in the mood right now." he didn't mean to sound so snappy and perhaps it's the tiredness speaking for itself, but he really would rather just continue his training peacefully without interruption. still, he's been scolded by league's higher ups before for his lack of team spirit. "sorry, i just... had a bad day. so you come from new york?"

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— seven eleven ❞

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ccxdanny:

Minhyun, by Taewoong’s doctrine, was a cool, awesome dude, simply because the boy thought his friend in question was Lord of the Females. Taewoong swore on his life that he had never seen so many girls line up and scream for someone before when the two were together. The boy assumed this was thanks to Minhyun’s great customer service abilities. That his fellow hero was possibly an idol never struck him; then again, most things didn’t strike him or took a questionable amount of time to comprehend. 

But they had become what Taewoong deemed as good bro’s, and he was always under the impression that said friend worked at the local gas station, 7/11. He spotted him during practice, quickly making haste and running to the other excited to greet him.

“Bro!” he yelled, nearing the other fox-faced hero and drawing him into an embrace. “Why haven’t I seen you at 7/11 lately?” 

Leaning closer, he whispered worriedly, “did you get fired?”

does minhyun consider taewoong a bro? not really, but at this point none of it matters because the other does and treats him as such every time they cross paths. being hugged by a near stranger is most uncomfortable for minhyun, who isn't very keen on physical contact. nevertheless, he lost all desire to explain the truth to taewoong once he realized that it's no use. he's so convinced that he works at 7/11 and came up with such an intricate persona for minhyun that he's almost impressed that someone can have such a vivid imagination.

popular with girls? ever since he became an idol, maybe, but never if he were just a regular guy working  as a cashier. sure, he's considered handsome by society's standards but doesn't it struck taewoong as odd? that a bunch of school girls would screech when they caught sight of him? there was even a poster of him in the store once, which didn't seem to be noticed by the other hero.

"i've been busy here, i guess." he says while escaping taewoong's embrace, only for the latter to lean in and whisper something in his ear. this almost causes minhyun to snort. fired? he's never even worked there. he steps back, head cocked to the side. "would that sadden you?"

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— loyalty ❞

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ccjonghyun:

another night done, jonghyun tells himself, having just finished making sure the room was as spotless as its getting for the next batch of rookies in the morning. perhaps its become a habit now, taking it upon himself to do a walk around the place before heading home to catch a few winks ( or to at least pretend he was sleeping ) and then heading back here to do the whole day all over again, but routine is what keeps him going. routine has him going through day by day without losing it, taking the new changes in his new life in stride, the loss of some teammates and the gain of others — and then his sister wonders why he’s always awake and gone before her day begins. ( he’d argue it’s easier to run and hide than confront things head on and learn to process them. ) and so jonghyun wakes, jonghyun fights, jonghyun lives. ( that’s more than he can say for others ) what’s a little sleep lost?

maybe a lot, as he’s startled by the sudden voice, hand coming up to clutch at his chest in surprise.  he turns to minhyun with wide eyes, letting out a breath of relief and then shrugging to answer his question. “i’ll head out in a minute, maybe for a cuppa first.” he perhaps overshares, already warming at the thought of a hot coffee.

doing on quick glance, he decides to join the other on his way out ( even though he’s not supposed to publicly like the other much, there’s no one else around ) he does one quick glance around, before giving minhyun his full attention. minhyun embodies the very concept of jonghyun’s old life, having grown up together, witnessing each other’s hard times and then the eventual shift into the magical hero lifestyle. maybe that’s why it hurts a little to look at him in the eyes sometimes — a life pre-apocalypse.

“how about you — won’t your group mates get worried if you’re out this late?” an amused smile crawls across his lips.

minhyun nods silently at the other's comment. a coffee would indeed be a nice way to end the day. he knows he will get scolded by their manager if he doesn't hurry back; he's aware of minhyun's hero duties and deals with it but it doesn't mean he's allowed to avoid his responsibilities as he sees fit. while the magical boy understands that, he also needs time away from it all or he will slowly sink and drown himself. he pushes himself too much and too often, taking all the pressure onto his shoulders so his group mates don't have to worry. they do, however, when they see him with such a dark expression on his face. he thinks they deserve better.

he walks with jonghyun by his side, which brings him back to a time where neither of them were heroes. they would walk to school together, play on the soccer field, do their homework. then life happened and an unforeseen rivalry grew, pushing them further apart as years went by. until they no longer had anything to tell each other. nothing to share. minhyun used to look after him from a reasonable distance once they began training as heroes. but now, when he looks at jonghyun, all he sees is pain and death. it hurts.

"the question on everybody's lips." he replies sarcastically. whenever he went out, whenever he did something remotely different than usual, people always asked him if he got permission. minhyun shrugs. "i guess i'll see once i go back. i wouldn't say no to some coffee right now though. if you'll have me."

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gods and monsters.

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the weather was warm but not smothering - the perfect temperature for him to run an errand comfortably. hyunbin was sent to get a few groceries from the market not too far from the store. don’t get too much, you know you can’t carry ten bags back. junghee had warned him but his inability to mind properly made is what made hyunbin, hyunbin.

it wasn’t exactly ten bags per se, a healthy amount of five plastic bags hanging from his arms and aching fingers. hyunbin had made it halfway when he stopped for a rest - navigating himself from the moving crowds into a tiny space nestled between two buildings. the card’s sore fingers cried in relief as the bags were carefully placed on the ground. he sighs, leaning his head against the bricking of the building - momentarily oblivious to the company that awoke deep within the alley.

he could run, pretend he didn’t see anything but his conscience kept him rooted in place. what if it followed him home? the cupid card groaned as he stepped deeper into the darkness, setting himself into his transformation before this monster did something stupid. let’s make this quick.

it's a good thing that their manager is magically aware, or he would lose his mind over all the secrets the entire group has to keep. between hero schedules and the fact that minhyun might summon kenta while he's in the middle of a discussion with him could lead to all sorts of problems. since he knows everything (or at least enough) it allows the boys to go out in secret more often than regular idols usually do.

he's been tracking a monster for the past fifteen minutes or so after he spotted it hiding in the shadow of a building. minhyun transformed into his magical outfit, sword kept away to not draw attention to him, as if a random dude walking around in historical clothing isn't already weird enough. he tied a black piece of cloth to cover his nose and mouth, making sure no one would recognize him. he's not famous to begin with, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

he senses someone else on the other end of the alley, while minhyun sneaks from behind the monster. it's only a silhouette, impossible to see clearly and at first, he thinks it's a fellow hero judging by the clothes. he drops the piece of cloth hiding his face, judging it unnecessary at this point (it annoys him) and draws out his sword, approaching quietly until he's close enough to strike the creature. it lets out a loud, deafening shriek that has minhyun stumble backwards as he tries to cover his ears. "so you're just gonna stand there?" he shouts at the dark silhouette.

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— misfortune ❞

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ccyongguk:

he’s pretty sure if he ever asked someone what’s the first thing that pops into their mind when they think of him, 99% of them would say kenta.

his counterpart is a huge part of his life, yongguk would begrudgingly admit, bigger than he thought he’d become. the human saying ‘opposites attract’ sums up their relationship in one swoop, with how different both of them had come to learn each were and yet how comfortably they fit together. he also has a problem saying no, eventually giving into all of kenta’s wishes once asked, no matter how much he’d rather stay at home and play with his cats where it’s safe. so when kenta asks him to come down to his dorms, he gets out of bed and puts on his clothes and takes a taxi in a huff. 

but that didn’t mean he would agree to silently put up with minhyun while he waited for lucky to show his face. 

he’s not sure what it is about the hero that boils yongguk’s blood and leaves a foul taste in his mouth, but he does and a grimace works his way across his lips. ( he also ignores the feeling of nostalgia that washes over him at the strangest times when he’s around the hero, unsure why his body reacts the way it does — he still doesn’t understand these human emotions all too well but it’s weird ) he fights the urge to glare and instead shifts his expression to stare at the other blankly.

“kenta,” he says, the ‘why else?’ implied, “is he here?”

of course is question was stupid now that he thinks about it. there is no reason yongguk would be here that does not involve kenta in some way. he tries his best to hide his annoyance, because it's simply no use getting into a fight with an old friend that forgot all about him and their past. there's so much minhyun wishes he could tell him, that would probably make things so much easier in the end, but he can't. he can't because it could alter everything and ruin the resistance's efforts. it could have yongguk disappear all over again and even though he turned into a prick this time around, he'd rather have him hate him than have him gone.

"he's not." he shrugs, taking off his shoes before walking further inside. whenever he thinks of kenta, and how close they got, he can't help but feel guilt towards yongguk. it's as if he betrayed him in a way, replaced him. but that's reaching and he knows it. while linked, they're both their own person and he doesn't look for misfortune when he's with lucky. he's torn between missing one and refusing to lose the other. he can't regret the first timeline when the second one brought takada kenta into his life. there's no way it wasn't meant to be. kenta brings him light and hope where there is only shadow and despair.

"you're gonna wait for him then?"

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> GOODNIGHT, TRAVEL WELL

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Hyunsoo reflexively lifted the DSLR camera resting in his lap when a disembodied voice shocked him from daydreaming. He pressed the shutter release as if it would defend him from whatever threat - or lack thereof - stood in front of him. When his mind registered the face of a young man around his age, a sigh of relief flew from his lips. The memory of an irate physical education teacher lecturing him and Siwoo on the consequences of skipping class was still fresh in his mind. 

“Oh, it’s… you!” he scrambled to his feet and promptly shoved the camera back into its designated bag. “I didn’t think you’d actually come. Or… be able to.” Reluctantly he shoved his hand forward in greeting, a lopsided smile creasing his lips. “I know you read the letter if you’re here, but… I’m Hyunsoo. You’re Minhyun, right? Siwoo talked about you a lot, so… it’s good to finally meet you.”

Though the circumstances of their first meeting were not ideal, to relive but a glimpse of his past with the semblance of a good memory was refreshing. Even if Minhyun happened to think differently, perhaps he would be able to change his mind. It was what their friend would have wanted him to do; to make sure the other smiled at least once.

Lifting the camera bag on his shoulder, Hyunsoo pursed his lips together, brows furrowed. The pressure of making a good impression and an even better experience weighed heavy on his shoulders. The last thing he aimed to do was rub the other the wrong way by saying the wrong thing.

“I figured we could go visit all the places he liked to go. I - if you’re alright with that. Your, um, manager was really okay with you coming to see me?”

he doesn't mean to surprise the young man, but nor does he particularly care if he did. the sight of the camera's flashing so randomly does bring a faint smile to minhyun's lips, but it fades away so fast one would wonder if they hallucinated it or not. he stays up, unable to bring himself to sit down. that hill, that grass, it's all too painful. he knows that the goal is to reminisce with someone that also cared about siwoo and remembers him as he should: a boy full of joy and dreams, not simply as the boy who ended his life so drastically. after years of anger, minhyun could say he feels at peace with it, but that would also be a lie. his feelings linger somewhere in between, finding himself unable to move on.

he's scared to forget him.

shaking hands with a perfect stranger leaves minhyun hesitant. he would rather bow instead, keeping the hand shaking for another time. but it's difficult to refuse the extended hand that hyunsoo offers him. the hero shakes it firmly, looking into the other's eyes for the very first time. he discerns gentle features and a warm smile, both of which throws him off. he's not in a mood to smile although he knows it's the polite thing to do in such circumstances. "i'm not supposed to be here, actually." minhyun explains, not wanting to think about the wrath of his manager should he find out where he is. "but i wanted to come." he nods his head once hyunsoo introduces himself again. "likewise. i finally get to meet you."

siwoo was the secretive type, often keeping things to himself. but he didn't have a lot of friends and was happy to show them off to the world, giving endlessly without any expectations of getting anything in return. he was a good, caring friend, who spoke only good words of hyunsoo. minhyun did forget about him over the years, but he remembers having been curious to get to know siwoo's dear friend. "that would be nice." he agrees, not without a slight chuckle at what comes next. "he isn't. but i didn't tell him, so it's fine. don't worry about it, it was my decision." it's nobody's fault but his own and honestly, he couldn't care less if he gets caught. there are things more important than even the biggest obligations. paying respects to a precious friend is certainly one of them. "how did you meet him?"