FLOWER GARDEN.

faraway memories, good moments, times we spent together ; if only i could go back like magic. will i be able to see you? flowers of the season bloom and wither, blowing about like the beautiful flower petals that contain our dreams. even if it rains, and it hurts, if you hold my hands... you won't be afraid. our flower petal dreams will blow around. beautifully blossoming, even if the waves of time are very rough, i will be a flower that will never, ever wither.

[fmdyunyeong]

yun_yeong: 우리는 곧 복귀할 거예요 ! 팬들을 위해 다시 공연을 하고 싶네요. 차밍들에게 제 모든 사랑을 보내줄게요 ! #iloveyoucharmings #charmforever #ohmy !!!

[fmdyunyeong]

fmdxblue:

      FOOLISH TO THINK HE WOULD HAVE DENIED —- the romance that blossoms evergreen. absence the shock of emotions would be from the tip of his touch. absence the beating organ would harbor —- no one to value the character he is, nor will he, in return, have one to cherish. lonely & promiscuous minwoo would have been till this date if he had pushed yunyeong further away from his existence. the vocalist was afraid, for he has lost too much in his life. expected it was to not own anything for long. a mother gone too soon; a father gone the day he was bone; love never everlasting; a heart broken countless of times before. he was afraid that his young lover would leave him, as well, or, worst, break his heart sooner than later. in the long run, the member of CHARM will see the pure deceit that the vocalist of UNITY possesses. there has to be something wrong with him, right ?? why else would everyone else run away ?? only time will tell with yunyeong, & minwoo was willing to wait & see what happens. he’ll wait for his heart to break again. 

      how horrid it is to be so pessimistic, but the fear controls blue all too often. he does not want to be this way, though. he wants nothing more, but for yunyeong to be the one. he wants the male parallel to stay with him for long, but during the late nights when the two are far apart, he cannot help the malicious thoughts from trespassing. in front of him, however, with their bodies reunited, those thoughts do not exist. instead, the tattoo-covered male coincides in a galaxy where stars do shine brightly with the hope of a love that burns forever. “here with you is all i care to be at. screw any other obligations.” & when yunyeong interlocked pursed lips with one another, his eyes fluttered shut to no longer worry about any other detail besides that of his insides being allured by that of his boyfriend. passionate the exchange, it was a trade he has missed for long —- the absence the cause for sleepless nights when he would instead skip hours of rest to message the boy he fell for. hands gliding to the small of the other’s back, he drew their frames closer to one another, stepping backward to guide the couple to a more comfortable position. with his person stumbling to sit on the edge of the mattress, he held onto the male with slender digits clenching about the material of his top. “yunnie babe,” he breathed between the two, barely separation in the middle. “are you actually ready for this ?? i don’t want to rush you into anything.”

           ˗ˏˋ  ❀  ━━━ ⋅ while memories plagued with hues of crimson & onyx ran deep within the caverns of minwoo’s mind, & variegated scars & bruises decorated his once unblemished flesh, yunyeong was forever determined to treat those wounds with bounties of everlasting love & care ; lips like holy water ridding of the demons that were surfaced beneath pale dermis, & words SWEET LIKE HONEY to caramelize the salt found in each open, yet to be healed wound. the interest in repairing a severely battered heart intrigued the danseur, but that interest alone wasn’t the only moving force to keep that ‘99 liner dependent at his senior’s side, for he fell in love with each fragment of his personality : the eloquent manner with which he spoke, the somehow still untainted beauty of his soul, the striking handsomeness that swathed him, & the powerful, yet gentle charisma that he had with other people ; all of which attracted the smaller, & kept him adamant to transform their thought - to - be fling into a FOREVER LOVE ; one that he was eternally proud of, & one that their kids could look up to with unwavering confidence.

            the mere thought of reciting vows on a wedding day, or raising a family with the man opposite him excited yunyeong more than anything else ever has ; his desire to hand over his youth to his lover in exchange for a promise, in exchange for a walking hand in hand through high & low tides all seemed so damn worth it ; nothing on this earth would ever make him change his mind, especially when the interlocking of lips & the sensation of slender fingertips embracing the small of his back allowed the flame present in his libido to flicker brighter. an eager tongue sought out the smoothness of minwoo’s, & when they were parted for a moment, the saccharine sweet paramour groaned in disappointment, but he knew the inquiries were warranted, & he never would’ve wanted to go forward with becoming one entity without both of them being absolutely sure. nodding his head, he allowed a smirk to decorate the appearance of his countenance, leaning down to press a peck upon the expanse of blue’s forehead. ❝ of course, my honey love... my one. i wanna make you feel b - beautiful, & i want you to do the same for me... if that’s okay, ❞ he confided, slowly falling to his knees before the vocalist.

            yunyeong’s open palms moved to be present upon the other’s thighs, rubbing over the layers of toned muscle & the smoothness of tanned skin ; irises glancing up to capture another set’s attention for full disclosure. ❝ are you ready for this ?? i’ll understand if not, woo - ah. ❞

[fmdyunyeong]

fmdtaeyong:

his looks weren’t something ash had ever thought about before becoming a trainee. granted, he’d become a trainee young and had barely started puberty when he first moved to korea, but it’d quickly become clear to him how much bc entertainment valued visuals. there were parts of his looks that were complimented, but they paled in comparison to the number of times a nose job was not-so-subtly suggested to him. he’d still been growing into all of his features, but bc wanted him to be perfectly proportioned right away. if he’d been more insecure in his physical appearance, he was sure it would have given him a complex.

the criticism from trainers was easier to take than the so-called “compliments” he stumbled upon on social media sometimes. they were different shades of people thinking they could make decisions for him, but one made ash want to cover himself in ten layers of clothes and never show any skin again.

at yunyeong’s words, ash tilted his head, a confused expression crossing his features. “well, i would blame him, because he’s your boyfriend. he should only be hitting on you.” ash wasn’t a jealous person. envy was something else entirely, but in romantic relationships, he’d always known his partner could do better than him. he wouldn’t blame them for leaving to find someone better, but an agreement of monogamy was serious to him. “he is making you feel really handsome, isn’t he? because you deserve a guy who makes you feel special every day.”

ash’s hands rubbed his thighs–a nervous habit. it was the subject of anything that could make him sound ungrateful that brought the reaction upon him. “i mean, it’s still different. if… shakira or… ryan reynolds walked into the room right now and, assuming i was single and they weren’t married, asked if i wanted to make out, it’s not like i’d say no, but i’m not going to spill all of my deepest fantasies about ryan reynolds to him unprompted because that’s harassment.” he shrugged, before trying to push past the topic with a joke, as he was prone to doing, “and since we’ve agreed i’m an angel, i can’t go spilling my deepest fantasies anyway.”

“bc wouldn’t give you a solo just for the hell of it. if you start releasing solo stuff, it’ll be because they see something in you. it might not be what you want them to see you for, but they’re not what matters. i’m not the best dancer or the best singer in knight, bc decided that by not stamping the main label on me when we debuted, and i can’t rap to save my life, but they still let me do stuff.” ash had his doubts about bc’s judgement and their ability to see what was right in front of them, but he wasn’t going to voice that and risk discouraging yunyeong. “do whatever feels right to you, or, well, whatever they tell you to do. i think, at the beginning, you should do what’s comfortable for you if you get a choice. it’s already going to be weird to stand on stage on your own as an idol.”

            ˗ˏˋ  ❀  ━━━ ⋅ truth be told, if it weren’t for his handsome outer appearance, yunyeong had an inkling that bc entertainment wouldn’t have been one of the companies that scouted him from the viral video of him performing in class ; the large - scale company known for housing the nation’s most talented, & most attractive. however, if an individual lacked clean, stunning facial features & physique, ceo byungchul & his casting agents more than likely wouldn’t have even considered them, no matter how expert - class their singing, dancing, or rapping abilities were concerned. the ‘99 liner understood that his image helped heaps in being signed, but it made him feel horrible for the myriad of intensely gifted individuals all over asia, & the world, that weren’t able to showcase their expertise in the multitude of performing art - forms. it made the danseur aim to possibly create his own company in the future, or to find someway to shine a much - deserved spotlight on those who get passed on due to unconventional beauty.

            however, he knew that, at his age & experience level, he wouldn’t be able to make leaps & bounds towards that dream just yet, so until that point, he would do his best to offer words of encouragement to those who were feeling helpless, & now that he was allowed his own social media profiles, he toyed with the idea of giving shout - outs to virtually unknown, or under - appreciated artists on twitter, & instagram, in hopes to get them the wide - spread exposure that they deserve. it was the least he could do with his platform, after all. though, he wasn’t sure if that would be celebrated, or frowned up, but his fanbase, & by the company that represents him. either way though, he shook his head free of idle thoughts & turned back into ash ; still in subtle disbelief that he’d become so close with one of the men he idolized a lot, one of the men that was included in the posters he hung all over his bedroom walls pre - début. an almost smitten grin tugged at the corners of his full lips as he nodded his head at his sunbae’s words.

            ❝ y - yeah, he makes me feel handsome, & really, even more than that, all of the time, especially after all that happened before we officially got together, hah. ❞ he murmured, not wanting to be blind to the fact that their relationship was quite tumultuous until it blossomed beautifully into what they were now. ❝ it’s strange, like, i liked so many guys, & none of them were ever interested in me, & it used to make me think that i was like, i wasn’t good looking, that i wasn’t GOOD ENOUGH, i guess, but now that i have a guy around telling me that i’m gorgeous, amongst many other things, really helps me believe it. ❞ while the younger of the two knew that it wasn’t healthy to put his own self - esteem in the arms of another person, it truly did help him recognize his worth. ❝ also - shakira & ryan reynolds ?? clearly you’re into your noonas & hyungs, hmm ?? i’m not one to talk... i’m the same exact way ! i always feel kinda bad for blue because i feel like his friends give him a hard time for our five year difference. ❞

            when the talk of relationships transformed into more discussions of his potential solo works, the smaller male shrugged his shoulders. he appreciated the other’s honesty, but all in all, it was still difficult for him to envision the possibility of him standing on his own on - stage. ❝ honestly, though, like, i just feel like i’d release dance music that didn’t have a lot to it, hah. that way, i could show off my moves without focusing too much on vocals, or rapping. unless, you know, i decide to shock everyone & bust out my unknown singing chops. would you train me, hyung ?? ❞ he asked, half - joking & half completely serious. ❝ i’ve always loved your voice ! ❞

[fmdyunyeong]

fmdxblue:

date & time: july 9th & 11:29

status: closed with @fmdyunyeong

      HOW DOES ONE SUBDUE GUILT ??  —- the night continues to cycle through memory: the wailing, the touch, the begging, the tears, the clouds casting, the apologies, the gripping of a steering wheel, the leaving, the ruining. days have ushered through; however, still prominent the night, for guilt overrides all other responsibility of emotions. minwoo, though, has made right since then. an elaborate plan to seek forgiveness from the younger male, he accepted luck that day when han yunyeong embraced him like before with adoration & romance. as much as the vocalist wishes for the night to be forgotten in order for the couple to move forward, the reality is that the night will never be forgotten. whenever he takes a seat inside his vehicle, recollection of yunyeong crying will be vivid. insecurity is obvious in either parties, & guilt tramples over the man to blame for all faults. in lonesome does he sit regretting the mistake enacted. he allowed for his fear to consume him whole; he allowed for his fear to ruin something that could have been absolutely beautiful. how can he ever forgive himself ?? how can yunyeong ever forgive him ??

      slow the two have taken the relationship. in part, the pace was necessary in order to ease into the romance after such turmoil. in another, though, their demanding & conflicting schedules asked for the pair to be slower than most. since making the status official, UNITY & CHARM have both been busy with performances & recordings. to make it further complicated, minwoo has also been kept busier with his solo debut nearing by the end of july. in essence, forces have been keeping the two apart, &, yes, minwoo & yunyeong have not had sex since the twenty-fifth of april. 

      with a hand on the nape of yunyeong’s body, the older male tugged his lover closer to his frame, inching closer to intensify the heat between the two furthermore. in seclusion —- having paid for a hotel room under an alias —- minwoo was allowed to adorn his sweet boyfriend with delicate kisses along the soft skin of his exposed neck. he has longed to touch his boyfriend for a while, but he respected the time & space knowing it was the least he could do after his horrid act. now, though, the two were ready to dive in deeper. “you are free till at least three, right babe ?? i know you have to get ready to be sexy today. my lovely boyfriend swimsuit modeling; you’re going to do so well.”

            ˗ˏˋ  ❀  ━━━ ⋅ the cinema locked within the confines of yunyeong’s mind plays a film that is flooded with mixed feelings, words left unsaid, devastating despair, & a happy ending that leaves the two leading characters embarking on a journey of romance, & self - discovery while remaining together  ;  their closeness stronger than diamond, & forever unsinkable. however, their small, tattered lifeboat of love still encounters TIDAL WAVES & TIDES that threaten to shatter its sodden pieces of wood & paint, but the sheer strength of their affection, of their devotion, is what keeps them afloat  ;  no storm will ever throw them off of the route to eternal bliss. while some rainfall may occur to splatter hues of onyx & charcoal over the variegated display of passion, their forged bond will remain superior  ;  acting like the vivid beams of the summertime sunshine. so, no matter how many times the movie that documents their story is replayed in his memory, the raven - locked youth knows that all of those moments are now realities of the past. the future that he & his beloved minwoo create will be made of gold, of endless riches, & he knows that their bygone days will only pale madly in comparison.

            being that their time spent in each other’s vicinity is limited due to overloaded schedules & commitments to their occupations, whenever the pair of the do interlock for any duration of time, yunyeong always feels as if he’s WALKING ON AIR  ;  the vibrancy with which his lover shines enough to brighten up even his darkest of moods. with a strong hand on the sensitivity of his nape, & their separation closing off due to the magnetic tug of their physical beings to one another’s, the smaller of the two has never felt more at home  ;  more swathed in unending bliss & gratitude. ❝ mmm, my woo - ah... ❞ he hums, those exhilarating kisses sending strokes of lightning through the cobalt of his veins  ;  his entire body flittering with pulses of electricity. with a quick nod of his head, he allowed the smile that tugged at the corners of his signature lips widen  ;  his excitement bubbling over like a freshly opened bottle of champagne. ❝ you’ve got me until then, my love... & trust me, there’s nowhere else i’d rather be. ❞ the danseur breathes, his bubblegum tongue teetering along the lines of his simpering pout. ❝ god, i just... i just wanna kiss you... ❞ & with that, he leaned in & connected their mouths  ;  tasting those cerulean hues & getting his fill, his roseate muscle slowly entering his lover’s cavity.

[fmdyunyeong]

fmdeunha:

          eunha’s schedules for the festivalstarted only on the following day. she had made it this way so she could have anextra day of rehearsals, by herself, for lipstick’s upcoming comeback. but oncethe opportunity to drive down to busan had come, the woman had found herselftaking it, knowing that she wasn’t going to focus completely on her task with helevel of stress she was under. she had taken to walk around the festival, enjoyingthis rare opportunity of pretending to be a normalperson, without people rudely stepping in and trying to take several picturesof her every move. she knew fansites were around, knew the press had probablysent a few photographers as well in the hopes of getting pictures of the idolsmisbehaving, but it didn’t feel as suffocating as simply existing in seoul often did.it was a faux type of liberty, but one she held onto tightly, even if it wasn’tlong lasting. with the lack of privacy she’d dealt with for the past six years,eunha chose to enjoy any and every opportunity she was granted to reclaim someof it. the singer eventually had found herself at the scheduled runway show,her credentials enough to get her a front row seat to the meticulously organizedevent and into the backstage area.

         she found yunyeong there, sitting byhimself. the state of his relationship with blue was one the woman was privy todue to her close friendship with the unity boy. she had followed the developmentclosely, from the moment blue had met this young, charming boy to the point where he had fucked everything up bybeing scared and to now, when things were definitely still fragile, but waybetter than they had once been. and not once, through this entire affair, dideunha have an opportunity to sit down with the younger, to try and get to knowhim better, considering she was such a fundamental part of her best friend’slife. perhaps it wasn’t okay for her to assume she was allowed to do that here, but eunha still went and took aseat next to him, offering yunyeong a smile and being given back words that shefelt deep in her bones. “ you shouldtry dancing in bathing suits and short shorts, you have no idea the amazing comments you’d get, ” the sarcasm that dripped out of hermouth felt foreign in eunha’s tongue, but it was still the most appropriatetone to translate how she felt about the entire situation. “ people – they see us as a piece of meat, because our companytreat us as such. of course, non-celebrities are also objectified like this,but because we’re public figures everybody thinks this is what we owe them, theright of reducing us to stereotypes or to what we look like. ” it’d been years since the last time eunha had managed to show any reactionother than exhaustion towards peoplewho chose to comment on her body. “but don’t let them get under your skin, honey. you’re worth way more than that.”

            ˗ˏˋ  ❀  ━━━ ⋅ observant pupils gleamed downwards toward the smooth length of his legs  ;  the sun’s exposure allowing them to glow as they soaked in radiance, the ultra - violet beams absorbed by the heaps upon heaps of spf that he massaged into each inch of pale skin. while he appreciated the strength that the longest limbs on his body carried, & often found mere confidence in their overall shape, he never once thought that they would be a gateway to lewd imaginings by the millions of people that were supporters of CHARM, or even just of himself as a performer. while he was appreciative of kindness in all forms ( be it platonic, romantic, or more carnal in nature ) the emotions that flooded him only increased the magnitude of his insecurities. ever since he was a child, he’d looked up to the men around him  :  three older brothers, all of whom had bodies built with divine, masculine musculature that allowed them to succeed in sports, to seal their virility in a way that was deemed attractive by the general public. although he’s been told that his differences are what make him truly unique, there was a glimmer within yunyeong that made him feel I N F E R I O R  ;  that unfairly coaxed him into looking at his own physique with harsh, demeaning eyes. while he was by no means drastically different from his siblings, the parallels were few enough to where, to his ever - anxious mind, he thought of his own qualities as lacking  ;  especially when yohan, yeonseok, & youngnam were often praised for being athletic & gallant. shaking his head back & forth to rid of the demons that circled in his mind, he noticed an ethereal being approach him  ;  one who he knew of, but didn’t know fully.

            he was sure that, as his boyfriend’s best friend, eunha wouldn’t ever think to treat him unkindly, but his suspicions rose due to the unfortunate events that transpired months prior to where he & his lover stood now. it was taking the two of them sometime to build a strong trust with each other, & the danseur knew that he shouldn’t be jealous, but he couldn’t help it  ; the lead vocalist, & lead dancer of LIPSTICK was beautiful — strikingly so. what’s more is that she wasn’t only an absolute gem to behold, but her personality was as sweet as butterscotch & caramel  ;  the delicate vocables she cooed over to him as if to comfort leaving an immediate impression on him. ❝ yeah, i can only imagine what you & other women go through on a daily basis. i know that, in the grander scheme of things, my problems aren’t as severe, but... it still doesn’t feel good. ❞ he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. ❝ i guess it’s just kind of hard to let all of those comments roll off of your back, you know ?? i mean, it isn’t like a lot of them are being rude, but... i guess i can’t really put into words how it feels ?? it’s like, i’m flattered, but just knowing that like, people on forums are discussing the intricacies of my body makes me feel kind of embarrassed. like, how would they feel if someone did that to them, y’know ?? ❞ an exasperated sigh fluttered from between a curvaceous pout, his small body moving closer to her instinctively as if he was trying to soak in any sort of affection possible. ❝ can i ask you something, eun - noona ?? ❞ yunyeong queried, then after a short pause, followed through. ❝ d - do you like minwoo as more than just friends ?? or is my mind just telling me L I E S ?? ❞

[fmdyunyeong]

fmdtaeyong:

after debuting and becoming more confident in himself, ash found he tended to gravitate platonically to those younger than him. he didn’t know what it was–he wasn’t particularly fatherly and he was an only child, so he didn’t have any older brother instincts to draw from. he wasn’t often described as mature for his age (he was far too sensitive for that), but he liked to think he wasn’t horrifically immature most of the time either. a part of him mused that as much as he enjoyed being doted on by those older than him, there was something more fulfilling in being looked up to.

“ah, hyung didn’t mean to,” ash said with a light-hearted laugh. “he meant it, but he didn’t mean to.” ash found yunyeong adorable in all the ways one of bc’s maknaes should be, but he respected him as an adult now as well. “ah, but your fans give you compliments all the time. don’t pretend like you aren’t used to it, yunyeong-ah.” ash pouted his bottom lip out and gave the other boy a pointed look, before his face fell back into a more contemplative expression.

“but i… yeah, i get the weirdness. it’s the same for me.” ash only really felt comfortable with what could be considered objectifying comments from people he was actually intimately involved with, and even then, there was another line that could only be crossed by someone he was in a relationship with. “uh, not from minwoo, though. you can keep those.” ash’s lips pulled back into a smile and he nudged yunyeong with his shoulder playfully. “but you’re not being too sensitive. when minwoo compliments your body, you know that’s not all he sees you as, yeah? so it’s different. for all you know, random people online could have a shrine to your left foot, but not even know your birthday.” the smile he gave didn’t quite reach his eyes this time because there was a little too much truth behind it.

“i’d always love to work with you. i think you could put some really cool stuff out if bc decides to let you go in the solo direction.” ash spent all of his free time in the studio whether he had something specific to work on or not, and he’d found there was a different thrill and challenge altogether that came with working on something for someone else other than himself. any time the door of opportunity to create with someone else cracked open the tiniest bit, he was honored. “sooyeon and i can be the little angel and devil solo sunbaes on your shoulder – i’m the angel, of course.”

            ˗ˏˋ  ❀  ━━━ ⋅ it was hard for yunyeong to imagine what life would be like had the video of him dancing never went viral, but he knew one thing for sure  :  he’d probably still be every bit the awkward teenager that he was before. spending a good half of his adolescence bathed in the vibrancy of spotlights or the never - ending flickers of high - definition cameras cradled in the hands of paparazzi skewed his self - image a lot, & due to being a H I G H  P R O F I L E celebrity to audiences in his homeland, as well as internationally, how he looked, & how he was presented to the masses, were subjects that were constantly on his mind. he couldn’t count on both hands the amount of times he felt belittled by management due to his body’s natural proportions, or how it was easier for him to put on weight whenever he wasn’t watching his diet, but he knew that self - care was just as crucial to his occupation as being talented. he could be the best dancer in all of korea, but if he was anything less than the nation’s ideal of handsome, no one would ever look his direction, & he found that to be upsetting  ;  his still developing brain & brawn taking damage from the millions of eyes that locked onto him at concerts, or even on the screens of cell phones, televisions, & computers. sometimes, no matter how much he’s complimented by supporters, group - mates, friends, & family, how many times he’s been told that his legs & backside were larger & well - toned due to his dance skill, he felt horrible  ;  the mirror often becoming a foe as opposed to an ally, & nothing bummed him out more than that.

            luckily, though, he had the absolute privilege of being surrounded by men that had been through the same struggles, & instead of furrowing their brows at him, they nodded their heads in understanding  ;  their reassuring grins & sage advice always lifting his head whenever his sights were aimed towards the ground. so, with ash at his side lilting words of sweet cinnamon & sugar, of treasured milk & honey, CHARM’s maknae couldn’t help but feel the unfortunate hues of sapphire & cobalt that nestled in his chest transform into striking tones of vermillion & blush  ;  a bud of warmth blossoming within the caverns of his heart. ❝ this is going to sound really self - deprecating & sad, but if minwoo did ever hit on you, i totally wouldn’t blame him... does that sound weird ?? ❞ he questioned, shaking his head back & forth. ❝ i just think you’re one of the nicest guys i know, & super handsome, hyung. i know you wouldn’t ever try to steal my boyfriend. ❞ the danseur teased, nudging his sunbaenim. ❝ it is pretty sad, isn’t it ?? like, i remember being where these fans are... looking up to you all in knight, & the guys in decipher, & like, having posters of your groups on my walls, & sure, i found all of you attractive, but... who knows, man. i mean, i’m a public figure... people staring at my butt kinda comes with the job, yeah ?? ❞ a chortle fell from betwixt a full pout, his posture becoming more languid. ❝ anyway — let’s not talk about depressing things anymore, yeah ?? let’s discuss all these little projects we could work on, hyung ! also, i think at our first creative team meeting, you & sooyeonie should dress up as an angel, & a devil. it’ll be super, duper cute ! ❞

            with that said, he felt his smile fade slightly, but not because he wasn’t happy anymore, but because the next query he had in mind for ash was more serious in nature. ❝ do you really think that i’d make a good soloist, hyung ?? i mean, i’m not much of a rapper, nor am i much of a singer. i think bc just wants to use my good image, but like... all i really do that i’m confident in is dance. i wouldn’t even know where to start... like, would i mostly sing, or mostly rap ?? ❞

[hyyunjinn]

[fmdyunyeong]

           ˗ˏˋ  ❀  ━━━ ⋅ HELLO AGAIN !! i hope you all expected to see this post on all three of my children’s blogs, but if you didn’t, i’m sorry for taking up so much space on the dashboard ! anyway, like with thalia & gunwoo, i’m in desperate need of some plot - lines for yunyeong, & if you’re interested in giving my youngest son some love, please give this post a like so i can reach out to you via tumblr im, or discord. he needs everything except romance right now, so all plot - lines will be heavily appreciated. thank you so much !〈 PROFILE. BIO. PLOTS. 〉

[fmdyunyeong]

fmdtaeyong:

hate wasn’t the only reason ash avoided comments about him online. as if haters weren’t bad enough, it felt like every time he showed himself on social media, the replies would flood with virtual catcalls and objectifying comments, ignoring whatever the actual topic at hand had been. it made his skin crawl, and debuting when he was still going through puberty had only made it worse. there had been plenty of comments that had been made about him while he was underage, which had made him uncomfortable on another level, but as he got older and his face thinned and the hours he put in at the gym started to show, he began to wish he could go back to being babied instead of objectified. he couldn’t go anywhere on social media without someone detailing their vivid fantasies of him without his consent, and it was perhaps the one aspect out of many of his job that he hated the most. he had a body he was proud of–lots of lean muscle, defined abs, good proportions–but if that meant other people felt they owned his body, was it even worth it?

so when yunyeong asked is this what being objectified feels like? the first instinct that coursed through his veins was a need to protect the younger boy. he didn’t want yunyeong, someone he saw a lot of his younger self in, to have to deal with the same things. “you’re still cute,” ash mumbled, and maybe he was projecting a little. he was in knight’s maknae line, but he wasn’t the actual maknae, despite often wishing he was. if he’d been the maknae, maybe bc would have seen fit to assign him a cuter concept, one less prone to objectification. he’d even rather have debuted in CHARM, with their more youthful concept. “you shouldn’t be self-conscious. you do have a good body, but it’s not really their place to tell you that. it’s pretty invasive.” he eyed yunyeong’s phone and then flicked his gaze up to meet the younger’s with an earnest look in his eyes. “you shouldn’t read that crap. it’ll only mess up your perception of yourself.” he really meant it, but his voice was soft. a suggestion, not an order.

            ˗ˏˋ  ❀  ━━━ ⋅ whenever it came to personal problems, or even inquiries that were often thought as quite DEEP, yunyeong found it comfortable to reach out to his friend, & sunbaenim, ash. not only had the elder male been active in the entertainment industry for a longer time, but the pair of them belonged to the same company, & sometimes, were compared to one another when it came to creative content, appearances, & overall skill. truth be told, the now nineteen year - old saw no reason to pit himself against a more experienced performer, & if he were being honest, he had no idea why said parallels were being made when the two of them were tasked with different positions in their respective collectives. ash ( or, as his fans knew him, taeyong ) was a lead vocalist & a lead dancer, whereas yunyeong was one of the two main dancers of CHARM, & much more rap - inclined when it came to vocal projection. that, & whenever he was told that he looked like one of his long - time personal idols, he found it incredibly F L A T T E R I N G, but truly didn’t find a single bit of resemblance between them other than their natural raven - black locks, similar skin - tone, & jaw structure. for what it was worth, too, the smaller male couldn’t help but find his cohort far more attractive than he was, so there was no way for them to be likened to one another. that’s what he thought anyway.

            at his cohort’s first comment, a scarlet blush painted over his porcelain contour  ;  the compliment given innocent, but knowing that it fell from the other’s lips specifically caused this juvenile reaction out of him. ❝ ah, look what you made me do ! i can’t take compliments like that. ❞ he teased, hiding his face for a few milliseconds before setting his sights back on ashton’s chiseled contour  ;  that familiar countenance putting him at E A S E. ❝ i mean, trust me, i appreciate that they’re at least being nice about it, but i don’t know... it feels weird when it’s not coming from minwoo, or from anyone else that i know. i don’t think they intend to make me feel weird, but... i don’t know. maybe i’m just being too sensitive like always. ❞ bc’s current male maknae shrugged, then did what was suggested  ;  placing his cell phone back into his pocket for safekeeping. ❝ thanks, hyung ! i guess i just wasn’t sure if any of that was normal. also, this is kind of random, but i was thinking, and if the company really wants me to release some solo stuff without théo, i’d like to work with you again on it. you know, if you’re up for it, that is. IT WILL BE GOOD was a success, after all. i’d like to work with sooyeonie, too, & i know that you two would hold my hand the whole time & reassure me that i’m not gonna flop, hah. ❞

[seungmin-l-archive]

[fmdyunyeong]

fmdleo:

dohyun isn’t surprised when he is picked to model swimwear during the busan summer festival. after all, bc always found ways to throw the knight member into some modeling gig. the swimsuit isn’t as revealing as some of the other things he was forced to wear. if anything, he thought he was going to be shirtless. he’s wearing a navy blue rashguard that seems to accentuate his muscular chest, along with sky blue swim trunks. after the event, fans complimented on his toned body shape. again, none of this seemed to surprise him. however, he is kind of surprised (and maybe a little worried) that yunyeong was also picked to model swimwear with him. isn’t he a little too young? but bc wanted to appeal to the younger fans as well, especially with all the hype around charm these days.  

as a veteran in the industry, dohyun understands firsthand how fans can change their view of idols. he was once labeled as the boy-next-door, angelic vocalist. that all changed when knight began to gravitate towards more mature concepts. he also started working out more, and fans seem to notice that. dohyun replies, “well, you can’t be a child forever.” he takes a sip from his water bottle. “they’re complimenting you, so i don’t think you should be self-conscious about it.” dohyun’s lips curl into a little smile, “you were great on the runway, yunnie.” he brushes the younger male’s bangs out of his face. 

however, his personal thoughts are a little more crude. objectified… welcome to the idol life, kid.      

            ˗ˏˋ  ❀  ━━━ ⋅ being surrounded by a multitude of different artists in the industry that had ample experience being H E A V I L Y objectified & made a spectacle of online reassured yunyeong that all of this was simply apart of the job. sure, it wouldn’t make him completely comfortable to know that, no matter what he wore, certain parts of his body would be pointed out & either marveled at, or hated upon, & his almost fragile levels of self - confidence wouldn’t be able to support the weight of negativity towards his physical being, but if anything, it would help him strengthen the layers of his skin. though it had only been a few months, having blue by his side definitely helped lift the harsh criticisms he had towards his own physique, & while his insecurities wouldn’t be remedied overnight, it was helpful to have a supportive lover to remind him that he was BEAUTIFUL in every possible fashion  ;  from his monolid eyes, to the width of his hips in conjunction with the rest of his slender frame, to how it was easier for him to put on weight. seo minwoo was teaching the danseur that every intricacy, every mere detail about his form was meant to be loved & appreciated. that, & speaking to his sunbaenim about the trials & tribulations that every idol faced when it came to their appearance eased his embarrassment.

            ❝ i know i can’t be a child forever, & if anything, i enjoy that they’re viewing me as more M A T U R E right now, but... i guess i’m just not used to it ?? the only person that’s ever like, super commented on my butt, or my legs, or anything else is minwoo. ❞ he admitted, the rosiness that was once present in his cheeks softly subsiding as each syllable left his mouth. ❝ i guess i’ve just always thought that, like, my butt was a little too big for my body, but i guess that lots of other people think it’s nice, so i don’t know why i feel weird about it, hah. ❞ feeling the other’s fingertips brush away the bangs that had fallen into his face, yunyeong grinned & looked up towards dohyun  ;  a warm grin decorating his cherubic countenance. ❝ you’re much too sweet to me, hyung. you were great on the runway, too ! seriously, though, i aspire to have a body like yours someday ! you must’ve really put in a lot of work to chisel it out just right. would you ever want to, like, go workout together sometime ?? ❞

[fmdyunyeong]

             ˗ˏˋ  ❀  ━━━ ⋅ basking in the unfortunate afterglow of embarrassment had never been fun for yunyeong, & it seemed as though that the maknae of CHARM often found himself with cheeks stained over with shades of merlot & vermillion, & a heart racing a mile a millisecond due to feeling humiliated about one thing or another. having been selected to model swimwear during the busan summer festival made him slightly nervous, but truth be told, he was excited to be put in a light that didn’t make him look like a child. besides, it wasn’t as though he was made to wear anything too REVEALING, so he thought he would be able to escape unscathed. however, after the event had taken place, he was alerted that, many of his fans had commented on how well - shaped, smooth, & beautiful his legs were, & that alone made his stomach churn with an influx of variegated butterflies  ;  some of their wings painted with hues of flattery while others were drenched in tints of chagrin. shaking his head back & forth, he stared down at his lap & chuckled anxiously  ;  reading over articles covering the subject at hand, or really, his growth from the once B A B Y I S H youngest member of his group to a more mature, sexy man. never in his life did he think that the words ❛ MATURE & SEXY ❜ would be used to describe him, so the shock that bestowed itself upon him was quite strange. turning to the person at his right, he shrugged his shoulders & grimaced  ;  his face angled towards his lap.

            ❝ it’s weird... like, i don’t know how to feel about being treated as anything other than a child. normally people tell me how CUTE i am, but it’s rare that anyone ever comments on my body... ❞ the danseur mused, a soft flurry of laughter trilling from between his full lips. ❝ is this what being objectified feels like ?? first it was my legs, now they’re talking about my butt... ❞ while he knew that his bottom - half was well - toned & nicely developed due to many years spent perfecting the art of dance, no one had ever been brazen enough to compliment him there except for his boyfriend, so it was a curious predicament. ❝ i wanna be like, flattered that they think all of its nice, but like, now i’m kinda self - conscious about it, hah. ❞

[fmdyunyeong]

 ˗ˏˋ  ❀ ━━   taken by HAN YUNYEONG. ; pictured: 〈 SEO MINWOO. 〉  notes: BEST NIGHT EVER WITH THE BEST BOY EVER. I LOVE YOU, WOO-AH. ♡

[fmdyunyeong]

        hey, sweeties !! i’m coming at the dashboard ooc to post this is little update for my lil baby yunyeong ! with the introduction of my newest muse, thalia, i’ve spent ample amounts of time establishing her with everyone here, & now that i think i’ve gotten her to a good place, i’m going to get back to showing my sweetest boy some luv ! while nothing is prepared yet, i do plan on refreshing his plots page, as well as replying to open starters in the tags, so i can get some more threads going for him as he’s severely lacking some right now ! thanks to all who have plotted with me thus far for being so patient overall, & i hope that, when the time comes, my little angel can fill any plots you need for any of your muses !!!

[fmdyunyeong]

date & time: to be determined. location: han jangmi’s apartment.  /  seocho district, seoul. status: closed.  /  seo minwoo. ( blue. )

        it had been many months since the youngest of the han household stepped foot into the warmth of his mother’s humble abode, & the instant that the welcoming aroma of FRESHLY BAKED COOKIES tickled his button nose, he was flooded with endless reveries of his short time spent in the three bedroom, three bathroom villa. after spending a few years sharing a single bedroom with all of his brothers in the comfort of his grandparents’ home, the woman that birthed him worked hard enough to where she was able to provide for her family of sons once more ; her once full — time cashier position at a cherished bakery in seocho blossoming into a more fruitful executive pastry chef  /  operations manager position. with a substantial bump in pay, & her sights set on a longterm lease, jangmi’s ardent disposition paid off, & months after her promotion, she had saved enough funds to secure a place of her own —— one where she & her fourth born would take root as her other children had all shuffled away to university with hopes to create a lofty living for her as she aged gracefully. back then, it was a peculiar sensation for the danseur to have his own bedroom ; the quiet of it all making him almost uneasy as he had become used to the SOFT SNORES given off by his siblings, & more often than not, one or two of their bodies were pressed up against his own on a massive mattress they were all barely fitting on due to how much they’d grown. the contact & the unusual lullabies always helped him find peaceful slumber, so lacking all of that wasn’t easy for him to adjust. however, as fate would have it, only a few months later, he would be embarking on a journey into fame, & now, he had twelve other men to call his kin, & he couldn’t be happier that his fear of being lonesome was tarnished as quickly as it ignited.

        and even now, standing in his most comfortable attire with an overnight bag hanging from his shoulders, he wasn’t at all alone ; his head turning & looking upwards towards his lover, the most fond of smiles decorating the roundness of his cherubic countenance as his pupils dilated with sheer ADORATION & ATTRACTION. ❝ welcome to one of my many homes, my love. ❞ the smaller male lilted, his mother’s absence expected, but still shocking to him as he was so used to finding her in the kitchen cooking up a concoction for dinner. walking deeper into the sweetly decorated apartment only to enter the kitchen, he found a plate overloaded with decadent heart — shaped chocolate chip cookies & his favorite fudge brownies that she would make when he was all but a babe. ❝ aww, look ! she left us treats, & there’s a note attached to them, too. ❞ he exclaimed, picking up the piece of blush — pink stationary to decipher his mom’s message. deciding upon reading it aloud, he turned to minwoo & began to speak. ❝ to my yunyeong, i hope you enjoy your time spent with minwoo, & i thought i’d leave you a present since i won’t be home until the morning. if you two have time, i’d love to come over & make you food for breakfast. i love you, my little prince, & text me if you need anything. kisses, eomma. ❞ with that, he placed the piece of parchment down & grinned ; lifting one of the desserts provided & immediately biting into own, the softness of the center MELTING in his mouth causing him to hum with delight. chewing for a moment, then swallowing, he giggled as he recalled a bit of his past to share. ❝ i remember when i was in elementary school & my momma brought cake in for all of the students in my class to eat to celebrate my birthday, one of them asked if she could be their mom because she was so, so good at baking ! do you want a brownie, or a cookie, woo — ah ?? i promise that they’ll be the best things that you’ve ever eaten, ever ! ❞

[fmdyunyeong]

iseulxfmd:

   it was hard watching yunyeong suffer through the effects of heartbreak. iseul knew all too well the side affects that often came along after a heart is shattered. while he was happy to hear that they were back together, he could understand why it didn’t change the fact that the situation happened. those emotions wouldn’t just go away over night, though he knew they’d probably lessen with time. it brought him back to when his own relationship ended, and just how self destructive he managed to get. the worst part in his eyes was how he easily kept it a secret, having no problem telling a little white lie to get himself out of being spoken to. despite how often they complained about CHARM being far too big, there was something to be said about how quickly they would come together if another member was going through something. yunyeong had all of his hyungs there to protect him and to let him know that it was okay to feel how he was feeling, their maknae was a vital part of CHARM as a whole. going through a heartbreak while cameras were constantly around wasn’t enjoyable, the brave face most idols often put on always amazed him. iseul could only hope that yunyeong never had to experience this again, silently wondering if it would do worse damage the second time around. 

   all of the members were close, though each had their own special relationship with the other. no one was the same, something iseul enjoyed about his members. being in the performance unit with yunyeong, they were closer than normal compared to everyone else. iseul knew that the young boy was one of few who could truly understand his passion about dancing. they could spend hours in the dance studio without any problems, their time spent together was always enjoyable. “you don’t have to apologize for anything, yunnie. i think we all understand how you’re feeling, you’ve barely had time to breathe and suddenly we’re being filmed all day long. it’s tough to deal with even when nothing is going on in your personal life, i forgive you even though you don’t need my forgiveness.” iseul could only sigh, staying silent so yunyeong could express himself without being interrupted. his heart aches for the pain that the youngest member was going through. “you’re not broken, my sweet yunyeong. i know it might seem like it but that’s far from the truth. you’re so strong, i mean you’re still here going through your day with a brave smile on your face even though your heart is aching.” he spoke softly, pressing a kiss against yunyeong’s temple. “i think it might hurt for a while, because it’s still really fresh. and it’s hard to suddenly forget when someone has hurt you so badly, but i promise you that feeling will go away.” being in a group for close to four years, iseul had learned about the lives of each member before they had become a trainee. though he always felt like he had more in common with yunyeong when it came to their fathers not being around. “you deserve so much, my sweet yunyeong.“

        while he had every confidence that minwoo had finally accepted his feelings & that neither one of them would have to trudge through the internal BATTLEFIELD OF HEARTBREAK ever again, there was still a lingering anxiety that resided in the back of his mind that tried its best to convince him otherwise, almost as if it were a little devil who stood on his right shoulder to whisper indecencies & obscenities into his ear. the rational part of him knew that all of them were lies, or clear figments of his imagination, but it was hard not to believe them occasionally due to the shocking abandonment that happened only a few weeks prior where he & iseul rested now. traumatic flashbacks of his chest feeling as though it was caving in as he buried his face into the comfort of théo’s shoulder plagued his imagination at night, & all of it dredged up past hurt that went unresolved due to his innocence, due to being more RESILIENT than he is now. sure, he knew that all of those memories resided in times that were already long gone, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t sting any less, or that the anguish didn’t have the same magnitude years & years into the future. if anything, after festering in his system for quite sometime, it’s possible that all of this pain was worse than it would’ve been back then, & while he wanted to stop all of this from haunting him in sleep, as well as in lucid hours, he couldn’t... & it scared him a lot, & often made him wonder if he was ever going to feel better.

        although he was terrified of how the frayed images of bygone days kept playing in his mind on an endless loop, he knew that he wasn’t at all alone in his suffering, & wherever he looked around him, he was able to latch onto a person that would assist him in guiding his lifeboat through the torrential waters of POST TRAUMATIC STRESS & ANXIETY. in this case, it was iseul, & more often than not, his fellow performance unit member was one of the many of men who raised him up whenever he had fallen down into the onyx — black pits of despair, so as that soothing voice embraced the caverns of his ears, he smiled delicately ; his heart still feeling as though it was being squeezed by an influx of negative emotions. ❝ th — thank you, seul — ah... i guess it just gets difficult so see, & think, clearly whenever your mind isn’t focused in on the present. ❞ he glanced upwards as if to not allow the tears that swelled in his eyes to fall, then back to his comrade. ❝ it’s weird because... when i’m with him, i feel so good... & i don’t have any of these worries, but whenever we’re far away from each other, i can’t help but feel like i’m never going to see him again, or that he’s just going to disappear. god... why am i so stupid & CODEPENDENT like that ?? ❞ he shook his head, becoming frustrated ; a singular droplet finally trickling down the expanse of his moon — like cheek. ❝ i’ve a — always found it so hard to just... be by myself, & i’m beginning to think that it’s my biggest weakness ever... ❞ with that, he almost couldn’t hold back & began to cry harder, concealing his face from any cameras.

[woojin]