ECHO .

KOO JOOHYUK / '90 liner / leader, rapper, vocal of knight.

[fmdjoohyuk]

good bye and thank you!

AHHHH I MISSED THE ACTIVITY CHECK...!!! i was hoping to post this before it...

i’m sad i can’t stay a bit longer until my one year anniversary here.

having to leave famed is a very hard decision, but my anxiety has been acting up lately because i’ve been clashing with my parents about my master degree. while fortunately we reached a compromise, it comes at a cost... since i want to go to law school and make next year’s intake, i have to do the LSAT (SAT for law school basically) by this september, so i’ll have to spend this holiday studying UGHHHHHHH ://////////

it sucks, tbh, bcs my muse for hyuk is really high, but i feel it’s unfair for those who wants to apply if i’m hogging a spot that idek i can be active on...

ADULTING IS HARD GUYS -50/10 WOULD NOT RECOMMEND.

i want to say thank you so much for being one of the best rps i’ve been in. famed has been an escape for me. thank you for welcoming me—for welcoming haeun 1.0, seojoon, joohyuk, and haeun 2.0. thank you beth for creating and managing such an amazing group! most of all, thank you everyone for being my friends. i’ve met great friends/writers/people around here. it truly feels like we’re family.

i’d love to keep in touch with everyone!! add me on discord (ddu du ddu du#9853) and PESTER ME. i want to hear about your characters AND OFC I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOU TOO!! i’ll also be on indie if anyone wants it!

if you want to use hyuk (or any of my characters) as an npc, feel free to do so!

thank you for being great famed and good luck to everyone with your life!!!

(don’T FORGET TO DRINK WATER AND SLEEP WELL!!!)

maybe in the future, i will make a triumphant return!!! but until then… this is good bye…

<3 ree :))

[fmdjoohyuk]

nothing left to say

summary: everybody is moving on. but why can’t he? trigger warning: death mention, depression.

the three siblings made a pact, that for a week––wherever april 21 (their father’s birthday) would fall into––they’d drop everything and visit their childhood home. no matter what, the three would make their way to the house along the outer skirts of seoul to accompany their mother.

hyuk thought this tradition was going to last forever.

well, he was wrong.

sunday, april 15.

after hyuk met with his mother for lunch, he stayed behind in the house (usually, he’d be on his way back to the dorm). as he waited for the arrival of his brother and sister, he spent his time in the living room. it was a suspiciously quiet day and hyuk swore he could hear the echo of a needle if one were to drop right then. his posture was rigid, which was strange because he was always at ease whenever he’s home.

hyuk’s mother, however, was much more relaxed. she strolled into the living room, with a magazine in hand (vogue maybe, his mother was always somewhat of a fashionista), while humming a song.

“i really like your newest song, hyukkie,” his mother broke the silence before she entered the kitchen. “oh, yeah,” hyuk murmured over the sound of the blender. “uh, thanks.”

as if on cue, he heard the honk of his sister’s car. he dashed towards the front door to wait for her maroon BMW to pull up to the driveway.

“you’re late,” he scolded joohyun as soon as she stepped out of her car. always the elegant woman, joohyun was dressed simply in a white shirt, tucked into her high-waisted black slacks. her hair fell into perfect curls that frame her face. she was wearing her heels making her easily tower over hyuk. he hated that he was the smallest out of the siblings.

“geez, hyuk. relax. i told mom i was going to be late.” “where’s joohwan?” “it’s sunday, hyuk. he’s spending time with his wife,” she said with a condescending tone. “relax. you look anxious.” he winced at the word. “don’t say that. you’re making me anxious.” “sorry,” she patted his hair and entered the house. “wait––” he caught up with her. “––where’s your luggage?” “you didn’t hear?” she asked. hyuk’s perplexed face must have given him away. “i’m not staying over hyuk. i have filming this week.”

hyuk tried speaking before joohyun cut him, “i know what we said. that we’re going to stay for the whole week with mom, uninterrupted. i know, i know, hyukkie, but i can’t just give up this role—” he tried interjecting, only to fail again. “––i’ll still be coming over when shooting finishes. and i’ll try stay the whole day on the 21st.”

“when’s joohwan coming?” “dinner.” “is he staying over?” “hyuk, he has a family. of course he can’t stay.”

wednesday, april 17.

the following days were strange, as if hyuk was the only one taking the pact seriously.

he didn’t know what happened. the pact was an attempt to cheer each other up, to make them forget of their late father’s birthday. he didn’t know why his siblings would want to throw that away.

he yearned for one of those moments where they could be carefree. like that one time where they stayed up until 4am playing settlers of catan. it was silly, but throughout the whole game the four of them laughed, genuinely laughed as if they had nothing to mourn for. they didn’t feel guilty for laughing and hyuk felt a rush of comfort, like hyuk could feel his father being happy that the family was still getting along and laughing with each other.

apparently, joohwan was busy remodeling his house (why? he only bought the house a year ago). he could only come for dinner and he would always go back to his house by 9pm. joohyun promised she’d visit if her filming finished, but her filming finishes by 1am.

hyuk and his mother only ended up watching the TV quietly. no comments, no questions. only a couple of glances from his mother towards him with a particular sadness. he’d only seen this expression twice before. the first time when the three siblings cried over the news of their father’s death and the second time when hyuk arrived to the house after the drug scandal broke out.

they watched tv until it was 12am. that was when his mom told him to go to his room and sleep.

usually, hyuk would be happy sleeping in his old room, but that week––god––it was unbearable. everything always goes back to his father. he’d look at a rubik’s cube and remember that his father bought it after hyuk did well during a test. he’d see a bunch of cassettes and recall that it was his father’s old collection. he’d look and remember. he’d see and recall. it was like every single thing reminded him of his dad. the lump in his throat grew bigger, tightening his esophagus. he was finding it harder to breathe. he gripped the edge of his table and struggled to make his way to the door.

he left his room, closed the door shut, and closed his eyes. breathe in and out. in and out.

he would only do this during the night of his father’s birthday, but he had no choice. there was nothing else to numb the pain.

he went to his car and opened the trunk. tucked somewhere underneath the pile of bags and clothes was his stash of alcohol, ranging from various kinds––whiskey, vodka, soju. he took whatever was closest to him and without even looking around to see if anyone was watching him, he popped the bottle open and started drinking.

saturday, april 21.

the door to hyuk’s room had been locked since that wednesday. he didn’t even allow the cleaner to enter his room to clean it. he always said that he cleaned up the moment he woke up.

in reality, his room was filled with bottles he drank the night prior and  didn’t have a chance to throw out. he would always pass out before he knew it.

but on saturday, something happened.

the door to his room was unlocked, opened even. a thin line of light from the gap of the door leaked into the hallway.

shit.

the moment hyuk frantically stepped into the room, he was greeted with a “hyuk, what the hell is this?”

his brother was holding a bottle of whiskey hyuk had drank last night and standing in front of the lines of bottles hyuk had arranged in the morning underneath his study table.

“it’s nothing.” “you’re a shit liar, hyuk,” hwan scoffed pointing the bottle accusingly towards hyuk. “did you drink all of these alone?” hyuk was silent. “is this why you always wake up with a headache?” he asked. “that’s not one of your business.”

hyuk walked towards his brother who stood a good feet taller than him. he pushed against hwan’s chest, making him stumble backwards (even hyuk was surprised at his strength), before swiping the bottle from his hands. “it’s your fault for not staying here.” “is that what this is about?” “what?” “is this about me and joohyun not staying?” he shrugged. “no,” surprisingly, hyuk’s tone was steady, calm even. “but you know... we promised mom we were gonna stay with her. cheer her up and what are you doing?” anger was starting to build up in him. “you’re busy remodeling your goddamn house. joohyun is busy with her fucking shoot––” “––so you’re saying we can’t move on?” “i’m saying you have a responsibility.” “responsibility towards who?” “mom! who else?” “hyuk, mom can take care of herself––” “––she’s still upset over dad’s death, okay?” “really, hyuk?” hwan furrowed his eyebrows. “geez, hyuk she’s moved on just like we do. you know who recommended joohyun for her new role? you know who told me remodeling the kitchen would be a great idea?” hyuk stays silent. “it’s mom, hyuk. mom.”

hyuk gritted his teeth.

“so stop using mom as your reason for you not moving on. mom wants you to move on too. she’s asked you to go back to the dorm the whole week, right?” hwan continued. “unless, this isn’t even about mom...”

before he knew it, hyuk felt hot tears streaking down his cheeks.

“is this about you?” his brother pressed on. “hyuk... are you okay?” no, i’m not okay. “hyuk, say something.”

hyuk clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. “i don’t know...” he managed all while looking down avoiding his brother’s gaze. “but i know one thing: i can’t move on, not because i don’t want to. i want to move out of the dorm, but BC keeps treating us like children. putting curfews and grounding us. i want to act more, but BC only tells me to do a stupid rom-com lead which i keep declining. i want to write my own music, but no. i guess i’m not talented enough. i want to have a girlfriend, but no. fucking BC wants to keep the illusion that we’re virgins until we’re 40 if possible. i’m stuck in cage, okay? i can’t move on because the world doesn’t let me.”

he sniffed and wiped his tears violently, “and-and-and every time this happens i just remember dad dying and how everything spirals out of control after that. i wish dad was still here... i wish he’d help me, but he’s not around anymore is he?“

he sobbed before continuing. “i was hoping you would... i was hoping you and joohyun would at least help me forget that my life is shitty. it feels like the whole world is conspiring against me, torturing me.”

“hyuk...” “i know, i know. you have your own lives.” hyuk opened the door of his room. “just go home.” “are you going to drink after this?” “what else can i do?”

hwan sighed. “hyuk... you have to tell somebody that you’re not okay. this... this isn’t normal, but you’re not alone. stop bottling up everything. go get help...” hwan reached into his pockets and pulled out his buzzing phone. “look...”

“it’s okay, go pick up the call,” hyuk said. his tears have stopped pouring, but he could still feel his cheeks damp.

"i have to go home soon, but––you know––you can go to my house. i’ll get ara to cook something––” “––hwan, it’s okay. go home. i’ll be fine.” hwan didn’t seem convinced, instead he had a look of worry to him. “i won’t drink,” hyuk assured. “i’ll find something else to do, like knitting or something.” “do you have anywhere to go? you can’t stay here.” “i don’t know...” “you can’t be alone, hyuk.” “i’ll handle it.” “okay.” “see you.”

joohwan opened the door to the room, making his way out of it before he paused and turned back. “i love you, hyuk. if you want to tell me anything...”

hyuk simply nodded, “i know.”

the door comes to a close and hyuk let out a breath he hadn’t realise he was holding. he sunk to his bed, looking up. this would be a perfect moment to cry, but hyuk didn’t know if he should. he’s mentally drained already. he didn’t have the energy to do anything. he sighed, closed his eyes, basking in the sound of a car engine humming outside. the outer gates whirred to close and just like that the world was silent.

and hyuk was all alone.

again.

[fmdjoohyuk]

anyone in knight: [is sad]

joohyuk: [begins breakdancing gently] What's wrong, son?

[fmdjoohyuk]

hi guys! i know that i’ve been missing these past few days (i’m shitty :( ), it’s just that i’ve been so busy with school work and whatnot. i’m on hiatus rn to focus on finals week (still a long time, but i thought i should get a head start!), so i’m sorry if i can’t get to ims quickly. feel free to add my discord horololo#9853 for plotting or for talking purposes because i’ll be there a lot!!

[fmdjoohyuk]

hi guys! i know that i’ve been missing these past few days (i’m shitty :( ), it’s just that i’ve been so busy with school work and whatnot. i’m on hiatus rn to focus on finals week (still a long time, but i thought i should get a head start!), so i’m sorry if i can’t get to ims quickly. feel free to add my discord horololo#9853 for plotting or for talking purposes because i’ll be there a lot!!

[thelovejournals]

Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Andrea Gibson (via thelovejournals)

[fmdjoohyuk]

#

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

minwoo

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

default iphone ringtone

my muse’s last text to your muse

❬ ✉️ ⟶ minwoo ❭ : i never asked you how you came up with the name blue❬ ✉️ ⟶ minwoo ❭ : so this is me asking you:❬ ✉️ ⟶ minwoo ❭ : why are you called blue?

[1uvshot]

[fmdjoohyuk]

baeklenciaga:

Baekhyun’s 26th ABC Birthday Countdown: D-14 ↳ M is for Model koo

[fmdjoohyuk]

ash.

“yeah, me too,” ash replied, irony dripping from his tone only half-disguised. ash had gotten used to not being able to sleep long ago. he spent far more hours awake at night, staring at the ceiling than he did asleep. when he did manage to drift off, he woke up so frequently throughout the night, that it was nearly worse than not sleeping at all. insomnia wasn’t rare in their line of work, and he’d been prescribed sleeping pills, but he’d also been warned of the dangers of mixing them with alcohol, and when given the choice, recently, ash would choose the latter without much thought.

“but, if you were honest, you’d rather have someone who never got in trouble and quietly gave one hundred percent.” it was a statement, not a question. why had ash come here to ask joohyuk if he was just going to answer for him instead? maybe he wanted joohyuk to give him a reason, a justification, to do something stupid and sabotage himself.

“i’m not qualified,” he asserted. “i can’t even make the people who come to our concerts think i’m enjoying myself. that’s… that’s pretty basic stuff, hyung.” he’d been standing the whole time, but he finally gave in and sat on the other bed. “we already lost three people and we’re doing fine without them. what’s another one?” he didn’t answer his leader’s last question. he didn’t know. he didn’t know why he’d come to him, why he’d asked him this, why he couldn’t get the thought out of his mind, why he even bothered to try to find answers anymore. 

hyuk really didn’t know what to say. even with 6 years under his belt, dealing with the members and trying to keep them together, he can never say he knows what he’s doing. he feels like he is simply duct-taping a broken vase. even if he thinks it’s sturdy enough, it’s still fragile. very, very fragile. broken pieces that would collapse as soon as somebody touches it.

maybe, he’s the one who needs to be removed, huh? he can’t even do a simple job.

“no, don’t say that,” he said, smoothing out the fabric of his pajama’s pants. “look, i can’t control you guys... you guys can do whatever you want. we’re all human here. we have our own desires. and sometimes scandals happen with things out of our control.” he sighed. “i don’t know what’s going on in your life, ash, but... i don’t think it’s entirely your fault, okay? i feel like they’re pushing us too much. BC tries to box us in and we can’t help but want to break out, right? when you cage things, they always want to be free. that’s just human nature. maybe, that’s us.”

he swallowed a lump he didn’t knew had been caught in his throat. “i do feel the difference without the other three,” he spoke. “performance-wise, you could rearrange things––people won’t even notice––but it’s still different. i still feel hollow.” he stopped himself, he’s said too much.

“you are qualified. maybe just not with being an idol. this could be you trying to break your chains.” hyuk straightened his posture before leaning in and resting his elbows on his knees. he tried looking into ash’s eyes, hoping he would return the favour. “can i ask you this?” he began. “do you like music? i see you producing songs for yourself and other artists here and there.”

[fmdjoohyuk]

oh wow guys! i’m sorry in advance guys for my inactivity (pls reach me on discord if you guys need anything!). i had to clean up my apartment because of a drainage problem with our sink and i just found out that i have to do this last minute submission for my uni magazine. AHHHHHHHHHH, just when i finished this big assignment (life loves throwing things at me lol)

anyway under the cut is just a general update on hyukkie:

first of all, we all know that sena left [ :’( ] and hyuk is very much involved with yeona. me and sena had this huge plot that we were supposed to do where they ‘break up’––but it didn’t come to fruition because, well, sena left. SO i talked through things with her, and long story short, yeona will remain a huge part of hyuk’s life....

shes now an actress who hyuk has known for almost a decade and they’re best friends.

since 2017, they’ve been involved like... heart eyes for each other and were basically in a relationship just without the label. hyuk was legit in love with her (LIKE REALLY IN LOVE). got her a promise ring and almost got a puppy for them to take care of together (#marriedthings).

BUT one day (just recently), she broke up with him and decided to end things and their whole relationship. she returned his promise ring and left him. he doesn’t know where she went, where she is now, and he’s just...

emo... he’s very emo okay.

this sort of ties into a plot that i’m currently doing with hyuk. his dad’s birthday fell on april 21 and hyuk was pretty depressed about it. he feels like everybody is doing well in life except for him; he’s overworked, left by the love of his life, and not allowed to do projects he want (all of his projects had to be approved by BC to make sure his image remains clean).

basically, all the means he thinks would help him move on gets taken away from him, so he’s very angry. it doesn’t help that his brother lectured him on the importance of moving on april 21, when hyuk’s at his lowest point.

if you see hyuk moping, feeling very upset and tired of everything––not his usual nice friendly self––it’s because he’s feeling shitty with life. so BEAR WITH HIM! especially for the idolized plotting.

i do have a self-para coming out for this, so look forward to it. it’s quite long but it’ll help with explaining the current development of his character.

okay *finger guns* thanks for coming to this ted talk.

[fmdjoohyuk]

kwankyung.

kwankyung wasn’t sure why they insisted on him being the one they sent off to do variety shows. especially hello counselor. he wasn’t really the ideal kind of person to be going around helping people out with their problems, everyone knew that, so why did he end up being selected? he had asked his manager that question in the dressing room before he had to go out on the set and the answer had been because they wanted kwan to put forth a more friendly image, and what better way than going on a variety show that catered to helping people with their problems? 

it was quite obvious by his lack of participation that he didn’t want to be there. he didn’t speak that much, only when he was directly spoken to or put on the spot. luckily there was another popular idol on the show, joohyuk, so they focused most of their attention on him. it wasn’t until they were going down the line and giving their advice that kwan realized he was going to be forced to talk again. when everyone’s eyes fell on him, as well as the camera lenses, he pursed his lips. “i don’t know. have you tried just telling your husband that he needs to stop being lazy? that seems like the most logical explanation.” a little harsh maybe, but if no one else was going to tell it like it was, he would.

* | @fmdjoohyuk

at least the show wasn’t going to be physical. not that hyuk hated that, it’s just that he preferred doing a talk show or anything that involved sitting down rather than running around, jumping, or using strength to win games. the netizens seem to prefer him on these kinds of shows anyway, and since BC’s focus had always been about building a good image for him, why not listen to them?

he had several concerns about being on hello counselor. hyuk never prided himself on being a good advisor. he could give advice here and there, but people sometimes told him he could be quite dense and oblivious, so he thought he wasn’t the best judge of character. whenever the panel would turn to him and ask for his opinion (which was often), hyuk would always panic. thankfully, he didn’t stutter and it made it difficult for people to even see he was faltering.

hyuk wasn’t alone and he wished the hosts would turn to kwankyung more. for this particular case, kwankyung was asked first for his advice and hyuk knew that soon it was going to be his turn to offer his two cents. he was right. “i think kwankyung is somewhat correct. when it comes to men, they can be quite stubborn––” cue some laughter from the audience. “––so i think telling him head-on about his problem might work. of course, that’s just the first step. afterwards, the two of you still need to talk things out and maybe you can start assigning chores to your husband. that way he might feel a bit more sense of responsibility so he won’t be lazy... well, what do you think, kwankyung-ssi?”

[fmdjoohyuk]

sangwoo.

( ✉️ —–> h² / hyuk hyung ) yeah look at me bein concerned for their future ( ✉️ —–> h² / hyuk hyung ) uhhhhhh how to emulate my brand of Ultimate Swaggitude ( ✉️ —–> h² / hyuk hyung ) like not to get all yeezusy, but uhhhhh jesus was only 33 when he was doin all sorts of sick shit so like…. how ageist of u lmao ;) ( ✉️ —–> h² / hyuk hyung ) idk but it’s an Admirable Quest ( ✉️ —–> h² / hyuk hyung ) sigh if it falls apart now ill miss out on all the bronze statues forged in my honor ( ✉️ —–> h² / hyuk hyung ) could u imagine me in an academic setting oh my GOD ( ✉️ —–> h² / hyuk hyung ) oh u kno, conservative fundamentalist hypocrites

( ✉️ —–> sangwoo ) what did they do to deserve you as their sunbae? ( ✉️ —–> sangwoo ) i’m sorry i didn’t mean to be an ageist ( ✉️ —–> sangwoo ) but not to be a killjoy, didn’t jesus die when he was 33 too? ( ✉️ —–> sangwoo ) that’s debatable. but sure, whatever you say ( ✉️ —–> sangwoo ) are you sure you want bronze statue? wouldn’t it be better to get a building? it has more use ( ✉️ —–> sangwoo ) well, i can, actually. i imagine you’re one of those eccentric professors that would put on theatrical shows about comparing different philosophies ( ✉️ —–> sangwoo ) hypocrites indeed. well, you’re in my house now. no conservative fundamentalist hypocrites.

[fmdjoohyuk]

date: around may 2017. place: backstage at music bank. for @fmdchangki

the situation really got out of hand and the only person to blame was hyuk. all he could do was stare at changki’s blood. the blood hyuk had spilled, after he accidentally punched his nose. it really was an accident, but as changki’s senior, hyuk should’ve known better than to stretch right by the entrance to the stage. why must he be so clueless? it was late, everybody was tired and he was sure changki was too. hyuk convinced himself that the slightest tap would be enough catalyst for a nosebleed, but another part of him told him that it was his fault for stretching so violently. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” he murmured. he looked sideways, attempting to locate any stylist or manager nearby to help him get some tissue for the blood. “uh, where’s your waiting room? ––wait! i think we’re closer to mine. we have to stop the blood quickly. you’re not performing, right?” hyuk reached into his pocket, breathing a sigh of relief when he could feel a handkerchief. “okay, use this for now. i’ll get some tissue.”

[fmdjoohyuk]

jihyuk.

( 📩 ⤜ hyuk 2.0 ) I YELL BECAUSE I CARE ( 📩 ⤜ hyuk 2.0 ) a lot hmmm ( 📩 ⤜ hyuk 2.0 ) i will present some ideas to u and u can tell me what would make u uncomfortable ( 📩 ⤜ hyuk 2.0 ) maybe backhugs ? i will backhug u one day, please wait for it ! ( 📩 ⤜ hyuk 2.0 ) ew what family gross children ?? a wife ?? responsibilities ?? no. ( 📩 ⤜ hyuk 2.0 ) ur such an old man lmao thinking about the future ( 📩 ⤜ hyuk 2.0 ) i am the unoccupied child that still lives with his parents ok that’s my concept ( 📩 ⤜ hyuk 2.0 ) love u hyung.

( 📩 ⤜ young hyuk ) OF COURSE. I THINK THAT MAKES SENSE. ( 📩 ⤜ young hyuk ) you’re not going to get a word from me. my pain resilience is quite high. ( 📩 ⤜ young hyuk ) it’s going to be a long night for you hyuk. ( 📩 ⤜ young hyuk ) sure, okay, np. just be careful. hopefully i won’t hit you in case you decide on a sneak attack. ( 📩 ⤜ young hyuk ) well, you need to be self-sufficient eventually. you can’t keep living with your parents. ( 📩 ⤜ young hyuk ) okay.

[fmdxmoon-deactivated20180601]

Poke & Talk

[fmdjoohyuk]

eunbi.

Out of all her friends that she pokes in front of fans or in private joohyuk’s reaction was always her favorite. Always jumping up a little in surprise. She found it adorable, the faces he makes was also quite humorous. Looking around at the fans that smiling and waving at the ones that were waving at her. Hearing joohyuk call her name and that he knew it was her.

Finally looking over at the smiling man. A cheshire cat like grin curling on her pink-tinted lips. “Oh hey there joohyuk didn’t see you there.” obviously she did playing around with him. “What me? What did I do? You doing okay? Are you going a little crazy my dear little strange friend.”

Little, how interesting that someone of eunbi’s height called joohyuk small. Trying so hard not to laugh but the tiny troublemaker couldn’t contain herself anymore. Covering her mouth with her hand as she let out a snicker. “Sorry joohyuk. Hope this old lady did give you a heart attack.”

he could see through her lie. who else would poke him as suddenly as her? this was a habit she always had whenever they met each other. even at the most random moment, eunbi would find a way to enact her little ‘ritual’. it was endearingly weird, however, moon eunbi was never normal, was she? she was always a bit quirky and hyuk knew that. “don’t lie, okay?" he joked at her, shaking his head slightly. “i know it had to be you. stop denying it.”

at the moment she quickly apologised, hyuk took that as a confession. if the fans weren’t so adamant that knight couldn’t be within 6 feet of other girls, hyuk might have tried to give her a taste of her own medicine. instead all he could do was stay within a reasonable distance from eunbi, keep his hands by his side, and settle for verbal attacks. “what are you going to do if you gave me a heart attack, huh?” he asked, a smirk upon his lips. “i hope you’re prepared to call the ambulance.”

[fmdjoohyuk]

namsoo.

for @fmdjoohyuk

NAMSOO TRULY WAS one to care about his appearance and fashion choices. during his preparations for his first solo debut, he had the chance to pick a few outfits for the concept, with the help of the stylist of course. he wanted to bring someone along who thought would make this experience a bit more fun for him. joohyuk had come to his mind immediately when his fitting was finally scheduled. “okay, not to sound like a complete girl but,” he twisted and turned his body in different angles to get the full view of the outfit. his mouth pursing slightly at the sight, “the sleeves look awkward on me and i think it makes my arms look like noodles. no - like the dancing blowup thing you see when you pass by a car dealership.” okay, maybe he was exaggerating a bit. he sighs, tugging at the fabric to bring it down, rising up slightly whenever he moved too much. “do i just have weird proportions? my mom always said i have a body of a female.” he deadpanned, turning around to look at the other male, orbs gazing into his slightly just to see if he saw a hint of amusement wash through them. “do you agree with her?” he was obviously messing around with him, but a bit curious to see what he has to say.

does hyuk think of himself as a fashionista? no. never. while he enjoyed mixing and matching his clothes, the skill was somewhat required, given the job he has. being ‘presentable’ or ‘fashionable’ is always a concern when you’re an idol––people are taking photos all the time, judging you on the internet. hyuk is just thankful that at least everything he put on had never been too much. namsoo was probably the first person who came to hyuk to accompany them to a fitting. hyuk did feel a bit honoured he was even considered.

he eyed the clothes, examining it from head to toe. undeniably, namsoo looked dwarfed by them, but it was because it was designed to look like that. it’s the trend lately, oversized clothes growing even more oversized. at some point, the sleeves would even touch the floor, hyuk thought. “i don’t think those dancing blow-up things are necessarily bad, they make children happy,” he joked a bit. “are you going to wear this on stage? i can see how it might interfere with your dancing.” who likes dancing with floppy sleeves? “nah, i’m pretty sure your mother was just teasing you,” he said. "what’s the concept of your solo, anyway? at the end of the day it depends on that. do you think your noodle hands would fit the aesthetic?”

[fmdjoohyuk]

kyungmi.

the first thing kyungmi did after new years was to get a driver’s license. she always thought that if she got one, she’d finally feel like an adult. driving exhilarated her; whenever she got behind the wheel, there was a sense of excitement. she didn’t care where she was driving to, who she was driving, how long she was driving for, as long as she was driving. sometimes, just for the heck of it, she’d drive to the store down the block just because she could. that and her car was new. 

a small smile etched on her lips as she honked at the older male, rolling down the window on the passenger’s seat, giving joohyuk a small wave. “oppa!” kyungmi called out. when they had planned to go out, she instantly volunteered to drive, thinking it would be the perfect opportunity to show off her driving skills. it wasn’t the best but she promises they won’t die. she waited for him to hop into the vehicle, the overly excited smile plastered on her face. “where do you want to eat? since lipgloss just had a comeback, it’s on me—” she beamed, squealing even as she started the engine. “also, you’re gonna want to put your seatbelt on. for safety purposes.”

closed starter for @fmdjoohyuk

hyuk had been waiting for a while for the arrival of the younger girl. not because she was late, simply because he liked being early. it gives him time to prepare. it’s not that he was afraid of her––in fact, he’s not even sure why he had made a habit out of this, but he figured if his meetings always went well because he came early then why break tradition? (he had been late to an appointment once and it sent him on a spiral. he was so flustered during the meeting that he ended up fumbling through meeting.)

he was busy with a loose thread on his shirt, deliberating whether he should tug it or wait until he gets home for a pair of scissors, but his focus was broken by the honk of the car, hyuk craned his neck up and saw kyungmi from the window. he quickly walked towards the passengers seat and entered the car. “hi, kyungmi. congratulations on your comeback,” he said, returning the smile as he shut the door behind him. at her command, he could only laugh. “i know. safety first, right?” he made sure the seat belt clicked into place before returning his attention back to her. he hummed as he thinks. “what do you feel like eating?” he asked instead. “we’re supposed to be celebrating you! shouldn’t i pay for you too?”