He grinned, eyes curving in laughter as he saw her struggle with the huge pumpkin in her arms. He tucks his much smaller pumpkin under his arm, going over to help-
But she ended up choosing a pumpkin that was a more...manageable size, so he ended up just grabbing a nearby seat, pulling it out for her and plopping down into his own. He placed his pumpkin down gently, clearing the table and arranging his tools in a neat and orderly manner before he turned to his usual pre-written page of his notebook.
‘I’m good!’ He turned to the next clear page and wrote out- ‘I missed you too.’ in large, neat words. Hastily scribbled below was a quick- ‘Aigo~ Noona you’re not old enough to be a mom!’ He made a heart with his hands before picking up a random tool and staring at it curiously.
‘Have you used these before?’ Youngbin was lost at how to start.
Classes were always a mixed bag of awkward encounters, silent advice and the occasional fumble in class- but there was sense of anticipation that day, the thrum of excitement in his step as he flew through the choreo, gently fixing people’s postures and positions.
Maybe it was silly, to be so delighted by her presence in the room- to want to do his best in front of her... but he was young and inexperienced and the rush of new feelings left him dizzy with the soft flutter of wings in his heart.
He was sharp and precise that day and feeling on top of the world. It was the backing he needed to wait outside the changing rooms, it allowed him to ignore the people around him as he leaned against the wall nearby and gently traced the words he had written up in advance the previous night.
When she stepped out, his smile was instant and bright, and he perked up and walked over, flipping his notebook to show her the neat words on the page.
“There’s a new cafe that opened up recently. Would you like to check it out with me?”
He’s spent so long in silence that the thought of living outside of it was terrifying. He’s spent so long closed up and quiet, unable to say a word that at times he forgets that-
The only thing holding him back is himself. It’s his own anxiety, it’s his fear of being judged, it’s the jeering voices that echo in his head when he opens his mouth, it’s rough sound of his unused voice- so ugly and out of place to him.
It’s pushed people away from him, causing misunderstandings and tension and he was sick of it. The few people that stuck by his side regardless were a blessing- the people that understood him and were patient and sweet. He was slowly opening up, quiet whispers and phone calls in the middle of the night-
But he needed to do- more. He needed to do something.
So he that’s why he was sitting uncomfortably in an rather homey office, shifting around in his seat, palms sweaty and notebook clenched in his hands, eyebrows set in determination.
The therapist looked kind and harmless, her smile gentle and unassuming- and Youngbin let out a shaky breath, turning his notebook to his prepared page.
‘I want to speak again.’
Its been years, but he was ready to try and slowly work to getting better.
“But fine, for you, anything,” she teased, shooting him a big smile, trying not to gush over how cute he was. Soora had already done that… Four times.
He coughs, whipping his head to look between the pumpkins and her...pumpkin. He was about to write a paragraph about how he loved pumpkins and pumpkin love but also about the festivity of carving when she agreed and he relaxed, rewarding her with a sweet smile as a thank you.
Sometimes he worried too much, but it was just because he cared.
He tugs her to follow after as he makes a beeline to the table of pumpkins, looking at all the shapes and sizes. Tilting his head, he picks up a small, palm sized one- completely smooth and a nice, perfect orange that reminded him of the sunset.
His was the pumpkin to be.
He grabs the tools they would need and goes to give Soora her set, curious as to what pumpkin she chose.
There were times Youngbin thanked his contract with HJH- rare times, but times nonetheless. When he got to meet an artist he admired- even from the sidelines, when he got to travel and see new sights-
and right now, it was getting access to the backstage prep area for the performers of the night.
He was decked out in costume for the night, hair slicked and gelled up, his dark outfit inconspicuous enough that no one gave him a second glance, even as the people behind stage wore the usual idol fair. People rushed around him, busy as ever, and Youngbin wound around people, looking for any sign-
Ah. There is was- just a small paper with the printed words ‘Princess’ had him making a beeline there, only to pause at the entrance of the dressing room.
His brows furrowing, he sifted in place, wondering what to do. Should he... knock? He should probably knock- he was just standing in front of the dressing room awkwardly he probably looked creepy-
The door opened before he could even raise a fist, and Youngbin awkwardly stared back at Haru, eyes wide. He barely manages a shaky smile before he steps back and bows, a bit flustered by it all.
He fumbled with the sleeves of his outfit, the people in the festival chattering around him, filling the air with a festive cheer that Youngbin did his best to feel with them.
It was- It was just-
It was nerve-wracking, being in such a crowded, public place- but with company he felt a little better. He sticks close to Soora- walking with her as if she was a shield that would somehow protect him from the dreaded threat of human interaction.
Looking around at the colorful array of costumes, he did manage a small smile, his eyes drawn to a table full of pumpkins of all shapes and sizes, people with markers and various sharp, pointy dangerous tools. He stops his twitching fingers to gently squeeze Soora’s arm and point at the area, his brow quirked up in question.
While he never had the full attention of his family, they made up for it in gifts and money- shelves of books and whatever striked his fancy. Presents piled under a tree, a full box of toys and pretty red wrapping that gleamed under the lights, something to catch his eye and distract him from the emptiness of his house, something to soothe the ache of a broken family.
But he was older now, and he had no need for toys.
Youngbin felt bad letting the toys collect dust- barely touched and practically brand new. If they could help someone else out, then he was all up for giving them all away- which was exactly why he had an armful of his old toys in his arms ready for donation-
And really, if was stupid of him to just carry it like that, the large pile blocking his eyesight, his notebook tucked under his arm and making it hard to see around-which was exactly why he ended up bumping into something and spilling the toys everywhere.
No. Not something, someone.
He paled, dropping the rest of the toys and rushing over to the person he knocked over, his throat already tight with anxiety. Extending a shaky hand, the furrow of his brows and the worry in his eyes asked silently- ‘Are you okay?’
The dance studio was one of the rare places that Youngbin felt comfortable- confident. It was a self- assuredness that came from experience, the knowledge in his own skills keeping his back straight and his eyes ahead of him. There was a pleasure in throwing himself into the music, focusing on the beat and the burn of his muscles rather than any of his worries or anxiety.
He knew he could dance.
But not this kind of dance.
He had been messing up all day, the instructor looking bewildered as he critiqued him, telling him that his ‘expression was completely off’, that he was ‘missing the vibe’ completely-
that he ‘needed to be sexy’.
Sexy? Him? What did that even mean?
Youngbin wasn’t used to dances like that, focusing on fast upbeat choreo that left no time for any mood other than intense- but he needed to be. So he went to the one person he knew excelled at it, someone who could possibly help him, an older dancer that he had always looked up to.
so with shaky fingers, he turned to his prewritten page.
HEY. Yes, it’s M again with the plot posts;; Here they are!!! really just hmu if ya want anything, most of the Halloween stuff I can start pretty quick! Or we can mix and mash and edit plots however~
🎃 Halloweeenieee Plots!
-A friend of the bean, you’re determined to put his dashing good looks to work and dress him up to win the halloween contest! Or at least wear something other than his big comfy hoodies.
-in a similar vein: dragging him off or catching him near the fashion block- he’ll actually take notes! wowzers
-you bump into a busy bean, his arms full of toys he plans on donating @ the toy drive, and the toys fall all over the floor- oops.
-finding a pale and panicking bean hiding out in a secluded corner because a bunch of fans pestered him, thinking he was a trainee/idol or saving him from a crowd
-he’s workin’ @ the dance worship, if you wanna do something with that?
-Actors! Wow he goes to the q&a autograph session and while he’s not asking any questions he’s a big fan!! and wants an autograph!
-trainees performing!! the bean is there to cheer you on and wish you luck before the stage? maybe you’re a bit nervous? or it was about time dammit!
-I dunno maybe the outdoor games could be fun? the bean is fast- maybe you got a competitive muse who won’t stop!! until! they! win!
-wow tasting food with the bean? late night walk through the market? ? ? ?
-the bean’s drunk @ the hjh party and he’s speaking to people. thats a thing
Sticks and Stones (0/1)
‘may break my bones, but words will never break me’. He chants it in his head, but it never works out for him.
You were his closest friend- one of the few he could talk to. He trusted you, he sang his songs and looked for your approval with a shy smile- but one careless remark had him choking up, and now he can’t even look you in the eye. Try to make amends?
Breathless ( 0/1, f, must be debuted)
Youngbin is the technical dancer- all fast, precise moves. Sharp. Focused. Powerful. He’s the one backflipping and pulling off handstands- and normally he’s in a group but the choreography is all solo work. But- not now. Now he has to dance with a partner- something slow and sensual and he’s a mess. He can’t look you in the eye, yet alone put his hands on you-??? But it’s all for business- and the closer the two of you get the better the performance.
Slowly (0/2)
It takes a long time,,, for Youngbin to get comfortable with someone. It takes patience and understanding and maybe a few days where he doesn’t even reach for his notebook to write a word, maybe days where he just listens to you talk- but slowly but surely, he’s opening up to you. It’s just taking time.
Fanfare (0/?)
the Bean thinks you’re amazing but he can never muster up the confidence to approach you- so its just awkward glances in the halls, and he probably swerves to avoid you and you’re amused or just tired of it (maybe you think he actually hates you or you know full on what’s goin’ on)
Through the Walls (0/1)
It’s not widely known but- Youngbin loves to talk-
when he’s alone.
He mutters to himself, sings as loud as he can in his room, reads books aloud or says whatever pops up in his head- but that’s when he thinks he’s alone. And Safe. You manage to hear him singing to talking to himself in one of the huh practice rooms (he thought they were all soundproof!) and he’s mortified.
Injuries (0/1)
You’re at the dance studio for whatever reason and you manage to stumble upon the Bean practicing-
actually, you stumble upon the bean failing- messing up a flip and injuring his ankle. You rush to help but to your surprise he’s waving you off frantically and insisting he’s fine right where he is. From then on you always make sure to keep an eye out for him- and surprise! It’s not a rare thing. Whenever he injures himself, you’re always there to pull him up and help him walk back home- even if you have to carry him.
Lost and Found (0/1)
Youngbin’s notebooks are his most treasured and protected items. He scribbles everything in there- from school notes to agendas, messages for people, song lyrics- and when he loses it he’s in a panic. You’ve found it- but will you give it back so easily? (feel free to blackmail him)
Misunderstandings (0/?)
Youngbin can’t talk. He tries, he really does, but his nerves get the best of him- locking his jaw and leaving him feeling all choked up. Dark eyes, clenched jaw, and silent lips makes him seem almost standoffish- rebellious. You think he’s ignoring you or refusing to speak on purpose, simply being rude- but eventually you come to learn its far from that.
General Ideas
-Sunbae’s/anyone that can’t help but coddle him
-Muses in school/Uni!!!!!
-Bad Influences TM - muses that take the innocent bean and teach him,,, the ways of the world
-Producers he’s worked with/shadowed as a songwriter
-The Bean is lost, probably at another company, please help him
-‘Hey you’re that one backup dancer!! The one that did crazy shit across the stage wassup?’
-‘I keep seeing you around the company building at 3am are you okay?…you don’t look okay.’
Hi everyone, it’s M again! Yes yes here with a new muse~ my shy silent son Youngbin. (I passed out last night?? oops??) I don’t have a plot page up yet but his profile, bio, and some facts and general ideas down below! If ya like this I’ll sliddeee into your IMs to plot kkkk (and I’ll be getting to em today I swear!!)
He sat at the back- the farthest seat he could possibly get from the flashes of the cameras. Everyone was focused on the table at the front, but he could still see a few heads turn to glance back at him- clenched jaw, dark eyes and short dyed hair standing out among the crowd of girls.
He ducked his head down, pulling his hood up to cover the distinctive color.
Was he regretting it?
His hands were sweating and he tightened them on the album, the edges pressing into his palms and leaving lines on his hands. His mouth was dry, his throat tight and he felt like he was choking up-
Was he regretting it?
A line was forming and Youngbin rushed forward, fumbling as he handed over his album to the members, a shaky smile as he nodded to their questions, unable to utter a single word. God- he didn’t know what they thought of him but he hoped they didn’t think he was rude, coming here and nodding to ‘What did you do today?’ and ‘How are you doing?’ , barely looking them in the eye. The other fans there held their hands and gave gifts and-
Yuki. It was a relief, a unwinding of his tense shoulders, something soft unfurling in the pit of his stomach and a sweet smile blooming on his face. He flipped open the album to the page he had set up- a letter tucked at one side.
‘Congratulations!’ Was written in neat Japanese, painstakingly copied onto the envelope, and Yuki’s reaction was eagerly awaited.
Hi everyone, it’s M again! Yes yes here with a new muse~ my shy silent son Youngbin. (I passed out last night?? oops??) I don’t have a plot page up yet but his profile, bio, and some facts and general ideas down below! If ya like this I’ll sliddeee into your IMs to plot kkkk (and I’ll be getting to em today I swear!!)
(tw: He has an Anxiety Disorder, and mentions of Bullying and Divorce)
-He’s selectively mute. His anxiety makes him unable to speak in a lot of public places or scenarios where he feels uncomfortable-
-Aka almost everywhere
-His parents divorced when he was 5 and he went to live in the USA @ Silicon Valley (bc his father works for Samsung)
-The kids there bullied him about his voice/accent and it grew into a complex and upped his anxiety,,, and he hasn’t been comfortable speaking since then
-He can sign and carries a notebook with him- but usually he just does his best avoid human interaction in general?? but he prefers to just use gestures anyone can understand
-He’s super smart. High IQ, graduated HS early and is currently on a scholarship to the top uni in Seoul (SNU)
-Dancing is the one thing he has full confidence in- so he’s the most comfortable at the dance studio, and with people he’s close with- he may even whisper a few words
-He’s a dancer/songwriter for HJH (he’s normally in sharper, more intense choreos- and he’s generally the one who’s flipping across stage and doing the crazy stuff the idols can’t do)
-it’s hard for him to feel comfortable enough to talk to people- (if you wanna be one of the few people he can talk to hmu)
-He gets attached real easily tho- he’s a lonely bean who wants friends but doesn’t really know how to make em, please take care of my son!!!!
General Ideas!
-as I mentioned earlier- muses he’s comfortable enough to actually talk to?? Maybe a childhood friend from the USA or smth, but he has to know you for a while before he’s at that level ( if you can sign, that’ll help him open up!!) honestly this would be 1-3 people max for now
-Muses that don’t know he’s Selectively Mute??? Thinking he’s Rude- maybe a misunderstanding?
- Admiration from far away- the Bean thinks you’re amazing but he can never muster up the confidence to approach you so its just awkward glances in the halls and he probably avoids you(and maybe you think he actually hates you or you know full on what’s goin on)
-Producers he’s worked with/shadowed as a songwriter- he will 99% chance be an awkward bean at first
-Sunbae’s/anyone that can’t help but coddle him and take the Bean under their wing
-He legally became an adult a little while ago: so dragging the bean out to drink for the first time? Shenanigans!
-A heartbreaker? Intentionally/Unintentionally. Possibly ex plot? Maybe you couldn’t deal with the communication barrier, a misunderstanding- whatever it is, the relationship ended terribly and everything is a mess
-Puppy love/ crushes- you have to be patient,,, but expect a lot of coffee dates and small gestures of affection
-Muses in School/Uni that need help!! He might not be able to explain verbally but he’ll do his best!!! Or just people to do last minute essays and cram for finals together
-Youngbin doesn’t like staying at home;;; so people he may meet at the strangest times at night (either at the dance studio or just out and about)- maybe people that let him crash over at their place??
-Fellow Dancers! OR people that go to Millenium. You’d get to see a more confident side to the bean~ but also finding him doing dangerous choreo and possibly falling and hurting himself;;
-Im so bad with this;;; but I’ll get a proper plot page up later pls love him
