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hi i’m sof, and this is my son, gyumin !! let's see if i can make this short and sweet. please dm me ( here or on discord ), or give this a fat ♡ if you’d like to plot.

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#vldintro #╰ ˟ ✧ ˖ introduction .

ft. minho

There had been a time when Minho hadn’t thought it would ever happen. He knows how much KMG looked after their image, and while they both were maknaes and the concept certainly had to be fun and family-friendly, they still had taken a while to decide if he was allowed or not. But Minho didn’t think about it much, not after they had recorded everything and it was happening, because worrying about would have taken a lot of energy and he was running out of it. Now that it had happened, it would be easier for them to do it again if they ever got the chance.

He minded no attention to the staff behind the cameras watching carefully every movement, used to it, and he has been trained so well that he didn’t even consider doing something that it hadn’t been pre-approved or scripted. Smiling at Gyumin, he returned his attention to the phone in his hand to check the comments and answer more questions. “When I’m with Particle, I’m the youngest and Seungyong hyung always looks after me. It’s different when I’m with Gyu, and I like it. I’m glad that I could make you feel that way, because ever since we started talking about it, I feel like whatever we did together would be great, we just needed the chance to do it.”

despite all that particle’s staff might have tried to drill into gyumin before taping, nothing really stuck because of the two thoughts parading around his head — don’t make particle look bad and don’t make twentytwenty look bad. no one had to tell him the most likely negative outcome, that matter might misconstrue his friendship and collaboration with minho as gyumin using the more experienced maknae for his own gain.

he tries to clear his thoughts. no gyumin comes off as a more genuine version of himself than a gyumin who is being genuine, a gyumin who isn’t putting on an act. and gyumin knows that he isn’t using minho, that they really are friends. “ minho is a natural at being a hyung, i think, ” he tells the camera. turning to minho, he continues, “ i think you take care of people really well. we were actually friends as trainees, i’m not sure if too many matter or p.s know about this — ” gyumin himself had only mentioned it in passing, during twentytwenty’s rookie years. “ — but we’ve actually known each other for years, right ? it’s been interesting to see what minho’s like in a working context, in the studio. we’ve always been in different companies, so i don’t think that i’ve gotten to see that side to you before. ”

#interactions / minho .

vanilla bean .

for @ariavld

a soft playlist of songs that remind me of gyujoo ( gyumin and jooae ), or as i explained in multiple dms, “that one vanilla couple,, but like,, that expensive imported vanilla bean”. the maknaes of 2017′s monster rookies are in love 🍦

7 songs, 29 minutes

triggers present in external links listed by song under the cut

#tw mention of death #playlist .

ft. mars

a year or so had passed in seoul, and he’s sure he’s never felt more at home for someone who rarely sleeps, or eats at a dinner table, or exhibits the regular lifestyle patterns of a 17 year old.

mars attributes this solely to the manic but comfortable routine he’d fallen into with a rag tag group of fellow trainees. there was a brotherhood forming, and he felt it. perhaps that’s because he’d searched for exactly that and lost a lifetime of experiences doing so. stumbling upon it this way, across the continent and bordered completely off his home country, was complete coincidence.

so, the journey to the convenience store (at an hour of night anyone would abandon trying to figure out for their own sanity) was perfectly tolerable. more food meant more energy for himself and the person he’d pledged to share his hard earned junk food with: gyumin. that way, they could stay up and wreak their own personal brand of havoc without the scathing (however well-intentioned) eyes of their hyungs.

when he does return to the sound of gyumin’s incessant giggling and slightly slurred speech, he can only stand silently as he processes everything being said. mars had improved exponentially at korean, but in times of lacking rest and general disorder, he became less confident and a great deal more reliant on guesswork.

but then the fateful utter of ‘cowbells’ and ‘kim dongchul the great’ catch his ear. out of nowhere, his own laughter begins to bubble at the pits of his very empty stomach and rolling out into the resonant room.

“cowbell ?” it is a sputter rather than a proper question, enjoying the pointless humour as he has to lean over his knees in bashfulness. it was his favourite assignment to date, this performance; performing with gyumin was gratifying enough, but the idea of incorporating an instrument used solely for western country music was still hilarious to him.

as he recovers, and lets his friend do the same, he is finally able to take the inquiry and process it. “always more cowbell ! i love that thing. oh my god. picking that out of a hat was our destiny.”

he can’t remove the image of kim dongchul dressed in traditional hanbok from his mind — gyumin thinks that he’d even look good in it, is the thing — and he clasps a hand over his mouth in an effort to keep the laughter from spilling out, as if he could physically stopper it with his hands.

“ hmmmmmmmm, ” he simply says, because he’s physically unable to open his mouth to say anything else without going off again. he sees mars’s face crumple up in laughter out of the corner of his eye, and he feels his shoulders twitch again. he closes his eyes and decides to just wait it out.

gyumin likes mars, likes that mars thinks he’s funny. likes that mars is his age and probably wouldn’t really care about honorifics and age differences even if he wasn’t. likes his smile, the warmth of his skin that reminds him of how tan gyumin himself used to be before he found himself shut away in the cold interiors of summit media’s practice rooms. he thinks that, in another timeline, if mars’s family had vacationed in haeundae and gyumin had met them there, they would have still been friends. and he likes that best of all, to think that he doesn’t owe too much to circumstance for their current level of friendship. it’s not like they had known each other for that long before they were inseparable at the hip anyhow. it’s nice to think that they might debut together, if all goes well.

“ i wonder which of our instructors decided to put that instrument in as an option. ” he buries his hands into his hair, picturing all of their stern-faced teachers in his mind and trying to decide which one would be that unhinged, that sadistic ... that funny. “ what were they thinking ? ” he thinks that it was probably there to induce panic, perhaps inspire ingenuity, but luckily for gyumin, he has never been one to balk at a challenge. he likes to have fun, which he supposes is the reason why he’s been around so long despite the fact that sometimes he admittedly underperforms in composition-focused trainee assignments like these.

“ coooowbell ... ” he mutters to himself as he clicks on the computer and adjusts one of the audio tracks.

#interactions / mars .

ft. joonbin

joonbin listens somewhat mindlessly to gyumin’s explanation, waiting patiently with his hands in his pockets, until he sees the absolutely massive box that is presented to them. “knowing your parents, it absolutely can be,” he laughed, amusement written over his features.

he stepped up and stood on his toes so he could see the top of the box from his position several feet away from it, confirming it was, indeed, his maknae’s name written on the address. “and now it looks like we’re going to have to haul it up to the dorm.” he pushed his floppy hair out of his eyes and approached it to get an idea on how heavy it was while gyu finished up the paperwork he had to sign to confirm he’d picked it up.

joonbin squatted and wrapped his arms around it, grunting a little as he stood up and leaned back to counter its bulk and weight. “luckily it’s not too heavy. i mean… it’s not light. but it’s size is going to be the bigger issue.”

the thought of his family sending him a package this big, this far fills him with both mortification and ... warmth at once. sending a box this large and this heavy all the way from busan was undoubtedly expensive, after all. gyumin can picture the image of his parents fretting as they filled the box until it was bulging at the sides, feel the love in every superfluous strip of packing tape surrounding its exterior. it makes him feel a little guilty — for his thoughts of feeling like they’re distant, that they no longer understand him. not when he knows that his parents are far more loving and supporting than some of the ones he knows that others in the industry have. joonbin included.

gyumin casts a glance in the aforementioned leader’s direction, and then bends his knees to help him carry the load. “ i think .. that the size means that my parents have probably included gifts for all of you all as well. ” he’s almost certain of this, both from past experience and also just by nature of understanding his parents’ personalities. gyumin’s parents have only spent a fraction of the time that he has in twentytwenty’s presence, for obvious reasons, but he thinks that, in that time, they had already caught a glimpse of how some of the members were in want of familial support just like gyumin had. “ i wonder what’s inside ... ”

#interactions / joonbin .

ft. moonsoo

seeing the younger member so excited and happy only brought a smile to moonsoo’s face — if anyone deserved to feel that kind of happiness, it was gyumin. being an idol, he knew that a lot of things people their own ages did were almost impossible for them so for gyumin to have found someone who made him happy, even if it was just one date — well, moonsoo couldn’t help but match his excitement.

at the maknae’s gentle teasing, moonie couldn’t help but roll his eyes with a smile. it was true that more than what he’d let on had happened but, as always, he was hard-pressed to give out more information than that. “you can refuse to believe it all you want, that’s all that happened.” he shrugged, pushing his hair out of his face. “i’ve been taking it easy — why is it so hard to believe that nothing happened? i’m not an exciting person.” he countered, smiling as he poked gyumin’s shoulder with his finger.

gyumin refuses to relent. “ after how i bared my soul to you and trusted you with my darkest secrets— ” luckily for him and for summit media, this would be considered one of his darkest secrets. “ you can’t even trust me with one of your own ? then what did you do over the last few days ? you can’t tell me that you did all of the activities already, and haven’t deviated from the list of activities at all. or that you did them alone ... or did you ? ”

he begins to feel slightly guilty when he begins to entertain the fact that ... maybe moonsoo had gone through the entire trip alone. it’s not like gyumin has tried his best to keep up with all that the rest of twentytwenty was doing; he was using this trip as an excuse to give his members a break from himself ... but maybe he should have considered that moonsoo might have been left alone. but what’s the best way to ask his member if he has any friends outside of twentytwenty ? or maybe he shouldn’t ask at all ... “ you didn’t, right ? ”

#interactions / moonsoo .

ft. kiki

gyumin and kisoek’s interaction had, up until this point, been very short and not so sweet. really, they had no reason the interact — they weren’t a part of the same company, and kiki was still a trainee whereas gyumin had debuted almost three years ago. still, for short interactions, most senior idols could at least pretend to like him, mostly because, most of the time, they’d never really spend any significant amount of time together, yet the twentytwenty maknae’s feelings seemed to be out in the open, easy to read from the uneasiness that engulfed the room whenever the two of them had to share the same space.

sitting down in the only other available chair (which of course turned out to be right next to the idol) kisoek wondered if it was too late to reschedule his appointment. he knew it was — with b3tru just around the corner, his free time had been slashed down to almost nothing and he was forced to take what he could get, which today was a chair and what was going to be an uncomfortable morning.

“my hair.” he responded to the other, bowing his head just a little bit to make his roots more obvious. the blue was supposed to be temporary, something to tide him over until he decided on what to do with his hair, but when a certain someone had expressed their liking for it, it stuck around longer than planned. “and, uh… what about you?” though kiki could be shy, rare where the times where he struggled this much to make conversation. “i mean, i know your hair but, you know.”

he’ll tell himself that it’s just his intuition — some of twentytwenty’s older members have emphasized the need for gyumin to trust his gut, after all — as the reason why he doesn’t like kiseok. the real reason is far more petty, far more childish, not befitting of the older, more mature image of an experienced idol that gyumin is trying to project, trying to work on himself towards.

“ i’m here for my hair too, ” he replies, successfully managing to remove at least most of the coldness from his voice. he feels the hairstylist’s fingers momentarily pause from running through his hair, undoubtedly a little shocked from how quickly gyumin’s demeanor has flipped in a matter of seconds. not that gyumin is being mean right now, he is still as polite as ever, but it is a far cry from the glowing ball of enthusiasm he had been only a few moments earlier. but the stylist has been working in this industry for long enough to know that not everything about idols are as picture-perfect as it might appear on the surface, so he resumes his task only moments later.

#interactions / kiki .#/ lmk if you need me to add a line of dialogue i know gyumin's being a lil.. bratty rn sDGJLFKD

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When: 20.08.01 | 6:05 PM Where: KMG building, Gangnam Who: @gyuminvld

It was exciting. Minho had a lot of fun working with Gyumin, the times they got to record together. It had been difficult with their schedules, but both companies had made it work and it seemed the fans were very happy with it. Two maknaes of two popular groups working together and releasing a mini album had a lot of people talking, even if some fanwars on Twitter had happened. It was silly how some people really wanted to believe all groups were against each other and that they had been forced to work together, when in reality it had been their own idea and it had taken them a while to make it happen.

Minho grinned at the camera, wearing his nicest bucket hat for the occasion, happy to do this with Gyumin. With the phone on his hand, he could read the comments, and smiled at how many hearts they were getting with just a couple of minutes on. Reading a question, how they had decided to do this, Minho cleared his throat. “Believe it or not, we were having dinner one night and we said that it would be fun if we did something together. After that, we talked about it a few times until we decided that it was something we wanted to do and not just an idea.”

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before broadcast, gyumin was given a long explanation of things that he could and could not do, and even now, during their vlive, there are more staff behind the camera than he’s used to. he supposes that this is the difference between twentytwenty, and the nation’s top boy group. it’s a little nerve-wracking, if he’s honest, but there’s little that gyumin hasn’t prepared himself for after four years of training and now nearly three years of being active with twentytwenty, so he pastes on his best broadcast smile.

he tugs at his sweater sleeves, allowing his hands appear above the cuffs. in one hand, he holds his phone and monitors their current live and scrolls through the comments with it. looking up and meeting minho’s eyes, he says, “ wow — i honestly thought that the collaboration might not happen... but i think minho-hyung is really good at keeping promises. ” he smiles again; it’s a little more genuine in the way it crinkles his eyes this time, and that’s because it’s meant for minho and not anyone else. “ i’m really grateful for the way you kept reminding me about it and seemed excited about it. i think that made me more excited and confident for the project as well. ”

#interactions / minho .

ft. noah

outside of the group he’d recently been placed in and his sibling, noah didn’t have many friends since he’d moved to south korea. his grasp of the language was still awful so he shied away from most social situation, clinging to the people he’d marked as “safe” in his mind. that small list of people suddenly grown when he’d met gyumin, the boy somehow both towering over him and just looking like a baby at the same time.

how gyumin had convinced noah to go out was anyone’s guess, the italian boy often choosing to hang out in groups rather than one on one — but this was nice, just hanging out with a new friend in a way made him forget that he was so far from home, in a place that was almost unrecognizable to him. looking down at the menu at gyumin’s words, he frowned just a bit. “uh,” he chewed on his bottom lip, returning his attention to the other. “i don’t really know what any of this stuff is, if i’m honest.”

“ hmm, okay, ” he replies, careful to keep his tone clear of anything that could read even close to judgement or disappointment. he remembers hearing that noah had only moved to korea recently, so he’s not too surprised, in retrospect. it reminds him of going out to eat with mars, when he had first met him as a trainee.

“ how about ... we go like this — ” he slides out of his seat and sits next to noah. “ do you want spicy or not spicy ? noodles or rice or neither ? or do you have a preference for the kind of meat you want ? ” he trails a finger through some of the items on the menu as he flips through the laminated pages. ” depending on your answer, i can tell you which ones i’ve had that i’ve liked, and then you can maybe google what they look like. and make a decision from there. ”

#interactions / noah .

ft. taewoo

Listening to his friend, Taewoo was hopeful that he was correct, that KMG did have faith in them as a group. Following Particle and half.life, he knew he had some large shoes to fill. Being the leader, he was sure he felt it a little more than the other members. Regardless of that fact, they were still amazing support to him. Everyday he woke up in the same dorm as them he felt very lucky.

“O-oh, you want to listen to it now?” The question was bashful, like when you write an essay and have to read aloud to the class. It would be different if Gyumin was listening at home where the Kostion leader couldn’t see his reaction, but he supposed this was something he would have to get used to. “Uh, yeah. We can.” Nodding, he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, scrolling through his saved songs until he found My Way. Pressing play, he put it on the ground for them to listen to as he began anxiously playing with the plastic gloves, ready to protect his hand from the grease of the chicken.

he can hear the blush in taewoo’s voice more than he can actually see it on his cheeks. “ yeah ... i was thinking now. ” he pauses, takes a sip of his drink. “ unless you don’t want to ... ” then, when taewoo agrees again, gyumin beams. he himself has long since passed the stage where he gets embarrassed when other people hear his work. being the youngest in a group with twelve other boys with very distinct personalities and opinions will do that.

the opening piano chords starts to play, and soon taewoo’s vocals start to fill the air. it sounds tinny through the speakers; no matter how good smartphone companies tend to make their speakers these days, nothing beats having the artist next to you, live in the flesh. he nods his head along to the music, his eyes widen in genuine surprise at the introduction of horns in the chorus, recognizes noah and sebin’s vocals, and then the song ends.

gyumin starts to clap slowly, a smile widening on his face, and as much as the gestures are full of mischief and teasing, they’re equally filled with pride and love for taewoo. “ it really has been a long road until now, huh ? ” he finally says, referencing the song’s lyrics. “ i hope that there will only be good things for kostion in the future. ”

#interactions / taewoo .

ft. jooae

“he’s extremely talented,” jooae said, the awe obvious in her voice. she’d been working on her choreographing in recent months; it was a difficult thing to create something visually stunning, multifaceted, and something that still delivered a story through music in conjunction with music. “making performances for thirteen people. that’s a lot of work.”

she merely nodded when he commented on her inability to publish the video, but she quickly smiled again and squeezed his hand. “i take care of my fans. lots of behind the scenes content.” her eyebrows shot up when her phone suddenly disappeared into her pocket and she laughed, propping herself up on one elbow so she was slightly above him.

“if i had the money to be giving you a 100,000 won gift i definitely would. that being said, i need my phone back. unless you don’t want me to message you anymore.” she gently poked his cheek before she quickly sat up, realization washing over her face. “that reminds me! i have a present for you.”

she jumped to her feet and hurried to her bag, grabbing a little whale charm she’d found the week before. she returned to the spot gyu was splayed out at and dangled it in front of him before letting it drop on his chest.

“ he is, isn’t he ? he’s kind of a genius. i’m not sure if i’d be able to come up with some of the formation transitions he comes up with, ” gyumin answers, though he would like to try his hand at choreographing for twentytwenty at some point. “ my twentytwenty bias would have to be moonsoo though. ” he’s one half kidding, one half not; it’s strange to pick a bias in his own group, but moonsoo is the one he sees himself rooting for if he were a fan.

he lets a dimple appear on the cheek she’s poking, but makes no move to reach for her phone in his pocket. “ you can message me via email, jooae-ssi. but i’ll collect my payment for now. ” then, jooae leaps away, and gyumin turns his head in her direction. “ oh, are you proposing a trade ? ”

the charm glints above him and it rotates on the chain slowly a few times before he can make out the shape of it. gyumin takes it between his fingers, and rubs the pads of his fingers over the smooth plastic, feeling mostly stunned over any other emotion. “ oh ... i didn’t get you anything ... ”

#interactions / jooae .

ft. mars

the compliments. wherever they came from, mars knew all too well it was far beyond the shallow image he’d hoped to have back when they first met. someone his own age, kind in demeanour and appearance, more talented and graceful than him; their friendship should’ve been the sort that ended before it began. back when gyumin should’ve realised that any relationship with mars would be chaotic, spent in lieu for days just because he was upset at something his father said.

but no, it wasn’t that way at all. with time, and what must’ve been a ridiculous amount of work, his acquaintances taught him apologising for his feelings wasn’t necessary. that not sharing them wasn’t a crime, even when he went months in his room listening solely to blues. passing comments and prolonged conversations even when he complained or made an awkward remark about himself.

yes, because gyumin had stayed, he learned the art of give and take. maybe it wasn’t just him, but he was surely instrumental. and even now all he can see is gyumin’s sincere gaze and naive smile.

something was so horribly wrong about all of this.

“ah, of course - the art of compromising. you’ve got a deal.” he says it with a loud clang of bowls being placed on the bench, attempting to shock himself out of his daze. his hands find the necessary ingredients and tools, considering what music might distract him best.

the resolution comes with a gaze at the clock. “oh, what about chu? surely some chatshire?”

mars seems to get lost in thought and retreat into himself again, which gyumin understands and knows well after years of getting to know him. and yet, there’s a part of him that can’t help but feel like the longer he knows mars and the closer he gets to him, they’re actually growing more and more apart. if gyumin is the sun and mars is ... well, a planet — then their friendship is one that’s in redshift, one where only a careful observer with a pencil and paper over a long period of time would realize that they’re actually drifting away from each other.

he’d be more worried about mars, but recently, he’s realized that maybe he’s the only one in their friend group that mars is acting like this towards. it fills him with both dread and relief — knowing that mars is likely okay ... but then what is wrong with him ?

it’s not supposed to be like this — not when gyumin befriended mars first, when gyumin had been the one to introduce him to everyone else. it’s why gyumin’s been allowing more and more of mars’s efforts to touch and coo over him pass through his otherwise strict no-skinship-on-camera-because-it’s-embarrassing filter. it’s an ugly mess of possessiveness and anxiety in his chest, and if it had a color, gyumin thinks it’d be black.

“ ah, mars. you’re going to put dents the counter. ” the accompanying smile softens the blow to the point that the words are all but made out of downy feathers. “ chatshire ? is that her new album ? i haven’t gotten the chance to listen to it yet, actually. ” it’s said with a note of apology in his voice because gyumin still hasn’t fully taught himself out of saying sorry with every other breath. “ i’ll queue it then. ”

#interactions / mars .#tw mention of anxiety

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“are you jealous of your vocal unit?” she asks. naeun’s nose is stuck in the air haughtily as she drums her fingernails against the table. one eyebrow raised, she leans in a little closer to gyumin. “surely summit has some plans for the rest of you too. a special clip, maybe?”

she’s certainly one to talk. naeun knows as well as anyone that she’d be the first one out of the running for a spot in an iota sub-unit. if they had units like 2020 had, she’d probably be in the performance unit or the hip-hop unit. or … “i think i’d be in the visual unit. that’s not one of yours, i know, but, if iota had units, we’d probably be split up like we were for the muses. which means you’re either a baby or you’re pretty. artemis or aphrodite.”

but now naeun is curious.

“where do you think i’d be? hip-hop or performance unit?”

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for a singer, naeun’s voice sure is grating, he thinks to himself. aRe yOu jEaLoUs oF YoUr vOcAl uNiT — what kind of question is that ? he’s not even sure how one is expected to answer something like that, and judging by the arch of naeun’s eyebrow and the angle of her jaw, it’s not something she expects to be easily answered either. for every person in this industry who babies him, there’s at least one or two people who talk to him as if they don’t expect him to bite back. and they’re right because he won’t. because he knows better.

“ minkyu-hyung and i just finished choreographing and recording a dance video that went up a couple of days ago. ” he’s annoyed at naeun, annoyed at himself for being annoyed in the first place, but the only sign that he’s not feeling his usual, laidback self is that he’s just a little more polite, holding himself just a little more still. but naeun’s questions aren’t even ... that unreasonable right now. “ i think — you’re selling yourself short. both you and your group. ” he’s not sure if summit media would divide iota back into their pre-debut competition groups — not when the media just stopped bringing up the rigging scandal with every other breath. but he also knows that there are still fans who also like to think of iota in terms of aphrodite-line and artemis-line, and would love to see both teams reunited. “ iota’s sound is already pretty pretty and cute ? if you had our units though .. i think you’d be in performance. ”

#interactions / naeun .

ft. jooae

jooae initially fought back the smile that threatened to appear on her face when she felt gyumin’s long fingers threading through her own, her cool palm pressed against his warm one. but then she just let it happen. she didn’t have to hide her feelings with him anymore and certainly not her happiness. she wanted him to know how happy he made her when they were together. he deserved that.

“we did,” she confirms. “but it was fun. as always, you guys reign supreme as kings of choreography.” she chuckles a bit at the suspenders comment, shifting her body so she could gaze up at the ceiling. him being so close was making her heart beat a little too hard. “and thank you. i had to borrow them from my brother. he’s useful for things like that sometimes.”

but her smile slowly fades when he brings up posting the video. “me and the suits agreed that it would be best if i kept the video to myself. but it was still a fun learning experience! and getting compliments on my performance from the han gyumin is pay off enough for me.”

“ i’m glad you had fun. ” gyumin smiles. “ minkyu-hyung came up with the choreography for ‘aju nice’; i’m not sure if you’ve heard. ” it’s no secret that gyumin admires kyuu’s efforts in what he does for twentytwenty. and there’s something nice about twentytwenty being a self-producing group, knowing that at least that aspect of their careers are in their own hands versus some faceless executive’s.

speaking of faceless executives — “ ah, that’s a shame. on the suits’ part. ” he doesn’t like the way her face falls, doesn’t like that he had inadvertently contributed to putting it there, even if it was just due to an innocuous question he had asked. “ i guess this is what i get as snc’s number one nectar. ” still holding jooae’s phone, he takes it and puts it in his pocket without warning. “ thank you for the gift. i’ll be sure to cherish it. ”

#interactions / jooae .

ft. areum

the sound of areum noona from gyumin’s mouth was enough to make areum laugh, face scrunching up. there were a lot of fans who screamed out gyumin oppa at concerts and fansigns, but it never got less funny to areum, who couldn’t ever really imagine gyumin as an older figure. the two of them were the maknaes of their groups and although were no longer the youngest people in summit entertainment, they were still seen as babies by many, many others. if jooae’s crush on her overgrown string bean of a best friend went forward, areum doubted gyumin would be hearing those words from his hypothetical girlfriend anytime soon. she tried to imagine jooae calling gyumin oppa and started laughing again. probably for the best to leave it to fans and gyumin’s shy admirers from the trainee pool.

“it does, it has the wholesome first love vibe our songs usually do. probably? i wouldn’t be surprised if they did.” the company chose the song well; it fit directly into the song preferences of both of their groups’ fans, making the most of their already cemented images with the public. she took the water bottle from gyumin with a thanks, unscrewing the top to take a sip. “a little bit of nerves is always a good thing, i think. i think it’ll be good too. making your own mark on the world and all.” for all she teased gyumin on the regular, areum felt a seedling of worry for gyumin’s first acting role. it was hard for idol actors, but gyumin was one of the hardest working people she knew. “no matter what, you’ve got a lot of people in your corner to support you through it.”

“ stop laughing ! ” mostly joking, gyumin swats her arm with the hand that’s not holding his script. he uses that hand because, one, he doesn’t want to give her a papercut and, two, the last thing he needs is to walk into the table-read with the script clinging for dear life by its pages via a single staple. then, when areum doesn’t stop laughing for another few seconds, he gives her a more stern look, though it’s clear that he’s not actually upset upset — mostly just ... confused. “ it’s not that funny, areum. ”

why doesn’t anyone see me as an adult, he wonders to himself. he knows it’s not what areum means by her question, and he doesn’t verbalize it because the last thing areum needs is to feel guilty for what he understands to be an off-handed remark that’s meant to be taken as a joke. but the maknae moniker seems to follow him everywhere — he’s sure that areum understands that too, with both of them under the same label where everything is soaked in the idea of family. “ i kinda feel like we somehow manipulated summit media into our collab project, don’t you think ? ” he asks. “ like ... i wonder if they would have been as receptive to it had it not been for the fact that we’re both maknaes. ”

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ft. moonsoo

though the words surprised moonsoo, he does his best not to let it show — he can immediately tell that the information he’s being given isn’t general knowledge and that gyumin most probably hadn’t told anyone else yet, which brought a fond smile to his face. the maknae (along with mars) had truly taken a spot in moonsoo’s heart, both turning into people he was proud to call his younger brothers. he was glad gyumin was comfortable enough to tell him about his secret, hopefully knowing that the vocal unit leader wouldn’t go around running his mouth.

“you’ll keep seeing her, i’m sure of it.” he laughed softly at the sound gyumin made, reaching forward to brush hair out of the younger’s face. gyumin’s dating history was no secret to him but he still hoped for the best — if the younger member really liked this person, he could only hope they liked him back just as much. if it would help, moonsoo would happily sing praises for the maknae for at least an hour straight. “i’m glad it was nice, though. i’m happy for you, gyu.”

gyumin lets himself grin for a few seconds, untampered and giddy, and then lets the smile fade from his face. he’s brimming with happiness, and it feels like if he doesn’t keep himself in check, it’ll start to spill over at the edges. one date isn’t a big deal after all, even if it might feel like it is. but moonsoo’s response makes him feel warm and happy in spite of how cool jeju’s evenings tend to get.

“ but what about you ? ” he nudges one of moonsoo’s shoulders with his own. there’s still a smile in his voice, but this one is gleeful, designed to tease moonsoo. “ you can’t tell me that the only thing that happened to you over the last few days was that you realized it was hot and that you need a haircut. it’s been a few days since we got here already, and i refuse to believe that you spent every hour of it just thinking about the heat and your hair. ”

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