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Bailey Lee Seunghyun (이승현) December 12, 1992 Student, Youtube Star Choreographer Hongik University Music Major, 4th Year Part-time DJ @ Club Mansion Hongdae Everyday Studio 67, 1601 ❝ I have the heart to make people's hearts feel refreshed without having to pretend ❞

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yes! deadlines are all done, all free aside from regular classes at uni. will do all replies and starters tomorrow since i’m too tired. will be able to focus on rping starting tomorrow night, promise v.v i apologize for the extreme slowness and lateness

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all done for the night! thank you for dropping by at club mansion, y’all amazing and beautiful. ending friday with a bang! #blessed #djbaileyinthehouse #bangbang

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[coffee n kisses] bailey w. seungyoon

[ @hgdseungyoon ] Bailey could only take so much staring at the tiny pup up his table before he dropped his fork down and started wiping his face clean, growling at the clueless animal. It wasn’t that he isn’t fond of dogs, but he can’t exactly be happy when his face is all wet due to the dog’s constant licking. “Tch, shoo. Go bother your owner and not me..” the dancer scolded him like it would had understood his words, shaking his head as he let a sigh escaped him. Looking around the establishment, Bailey’s eyes started scanning the place, in search of the animal’s possible owner but to no avail. Instead, he reached his hand up to gain the attention of one of the younger staff, thinking that maybe he could get some help from him. 

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[brother drifters] bailey w. yongguk

[ @hgdxyongguk ] The moment the door of a white Lamborghini Aventador opened, Bailey stepped out, taking off his glasses and tossed them somewhere in the car in which can be picked up later and greeted the awaiting male with his typical one-sided smirk across his lips. “Aye hyung, what do you think of my new car?” he asked proudly, nodding his head over the direction of his newly acquired vehicle. With the excuse of showing off his new ride, Bailey immediately drove his way to  a dear friend’s place — but truth to be told, he just wanted to share the good news with his hyung. “Got it as a present from my dad after passing this term and getting the highest grade since I went back to university. Should we test it out huh?” he asked, arching an eyebrow up at the older all the while the smirk stayed on his features.

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[train saga] bailey w. daehyun

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their brotherhood was forged in shared silences and spaces, felt more like a braiding of lives each time he stepped on the train and found the other in the near distance. they had never spoken–that felt, to daehyun, like it would break the spiritual gap they held between them; that space of peace and quiet where he found reassuring repetition, the knowledge that, if he rode the bus again, that same stranger would be there. he grew fond of him the way people grow fond of landscapes, of sunsets and sunrise, always a faithful sight, always warm and calm.

today was no different: he was there, sitting, though another figure had been attached.  his fixture had been decorated and he felt justified to stare, to wonder who she was, to be curious as to why he looked so uncomfortable and why she was so oblivious. his arms crossed, his legs stretched, all while his eyes narrowed and watched with care, watched with worry. even if they’d never spoken, he felt a shared kinship–felt like he was watching his sunrise be mottled with thick clouds, drenched in rain, soaked in thunder.

instead of watching gloom sweep over his landscape, he thought to take action. he stood, made sure his steps were slow, calculated; he made his way over to them with a faint look of disgust on his feature. they twisted just enough as he leaned in closer to her, studied her from that distance. then he leaned back and began.

“hey it’s you–didn’t we just sleep together last night? so nice to see you but–wow–you’re already on the next one, huh?” bewilderment crossed her face; she stared at him with an innocent confusion, though, in the moment, daehyun felt no pity, not even the most remote sense of sympathy. “i get that it was a fling but wow, you’re about to get it on with my own brother?! that’s a little low.”

from one moment to the next, confusion turned to embarrassment. her cheeks flared up with pinks; her ears reddened. instead of speaking she stood and left, didn’t look over her shoulder, didn’t glance their way even when she sat at the far end of the train. with the seat empty, daehyun claimed it, sighed to himself before he turned. “you can thank me by telling me your name.”

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he came to him like a dream — an invisible string that tied their bonds, unseen force that made sure the two strangers who had been sharing the same ride would finally cross paths beyond the rails. he hadn’t called his name yet, but it felt like the male knew all of him, even better than some people who he’d like to think are his friends. bailey’s lips etched upwards, carving to a beautiful smile helplessly.  

the first words spoken by the man echoed brokenly through him, lost in the staggering situation he was currently in. almost before the sound of his voice ended, bailey regained his senses and choked on the other’s choice of reasoning, trying desperately not to spit out whatever that was inside his mouth. oh, how badly he wanted to fall on the floor and just burst out laughing. really? his brother? and as unconvincing as that sounded for him, the seriousness across the stranger’s features proved him otherwise, successfully dislodging the female's clutch from the still and fascinated dancer.  

bailey jerked awake to the sound of the male’s voice addressing him this time around, the lad's head craned to the direction of the other, finally gazing at the exact pair of eyes he had been staring at from afar for a long time. “wow, are you really talking to me now or am i imagining things?” seunghyun mindlessly uttered in a foreign language, still holding his americanized accent. “i mean— hey, it’s nice to finally talk to you in person and not just speak through our eyes.” he revised his words, mumbling in his home tongue, a smile tattooed across his once sealed lips.

“seunghyun.. lee seunghyun” he introduced himself without hesitation, eyes turning to crescents as they smiled together with him. “but call me bailey.” he added before tilting his head when curiosity hit him seconds later. “it’s not fair if you’re the only one who knows my name. i need something to hold against you too in case we need to blackmail each other or something, y’know?” joking comes easily to him, a natural born jester, and he can only wish that the other can go along with it without any offence on his part.

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[cup of memories] bailey w. wendy

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A sigh escaped Wendy’s lips as she placed the pile of cups she was holding into the sink. “If the cafe gets any busier, I might die from a lack of oxygen,” Wendy grumbled, washing her hands quickly before drying them against her apron. “Come on, Wen, that’s the whole fun of it!” one of her co-workers chirped, giving Wendy an encouraging pat on the shoulder. Wendy smiled and nodded her head, “I guess you’re right. It’s a pretty boring place when customers aren’t around.” Turning to the coffee machine, Wendy grabbed a cup and started brewing a new cup of coffee for one of the customers. 

The chime of the cafe’s bell signalled the entrance of a new customer. As if it was already programmed into her, a small greeting escaped from Wendy’s lips as she was busying herself with the coffee.

“Welcome!”

Once she was done, Wendy smiled proudly at the cup of coffee in hand, carefully bringing it to the customer who had ordered it. “Enjoy your coffee!” she chirped as she bent down to place the cup of coffee on the table. Straightening her back, Wendy caught sight of a man sitting at the far corner of the cafe, eyebrows furrowed as he looked through the menu. Bailey?

Wendy froze on the spot, not believing the sight in front of her. It’s been years since the last time she saw Bailey, and they haven’t been in contact since then. She stood there staring at the man, her surroundings fading into a mass of darkness for all she could focus on now was him. Her hands reached for the notepad and pen in the pocket of her apron, and she walked towards him feeling slightly nervous yet excited at the same time.

“Caramel macchiato, please.. make it foamy and more milk.”

A smile formed on Wendy’s lips as she immediately recognised him as the boy she loved playing with when she was a young girl, even though he’d annoy the hell out of her sometimes. “Knowing your taste, I’d recommend the New York Cheesecake to go with your coffee,” she said, unable to hide the hint of happiness in her voice.

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“New York Cheesecake, you say?” Bailey repeated the suggestion absent-mindedly, still far too focused on the menu to bother himself with his surroundings nor anything else for that matter. But damn, that voice— it can’t possibly be hers, right? Finally jerking his head up swiftly to meet the intriguing owner of the voice, he was welcomed by the same gaze he had longed for in the past years he was away, his jaws automatically hanging open in disbelief.

“Wendy?” he asked rather incredulously, as if the beauteous sight in front of him was not enough of a proof that she is indeed the exact first love he had at eight. Gathering himself and his composure, he shut his once hanging mouth, straightening up his posture as he leaned at the back of his seat, crossing a leg over the other in an attempt to appear cool in her eyes. “You work here?” he asked rather dumbly, considering that she was wearing a uniform and a name tag too.  

Pursing his lips in thought, he nodded as response to her earlier recommendation, agreeing with her without any questions as it was clear that she knew exactly what he craves for every time he has his coffee. “I’m glad you haven’t forgotten about your first love and which dessert he likes the most. I’m touched.. but yes, New York Cheesecake with my Macchiato.” he teased her and sent a wink flying to her direction before chuckling to himself.

Damn, she’s still as pretty.. if not, even prettier. Her beauty could had competed with that of an angel — her eyes that gazed at him so tenderly, the pouty mouth she had going whenever he played a joke on her and the hearty laughter she had shared with him, everything about her defined Bailey’s signification of the word beautiful, and he hopes that not a single thing changed about her even if they are now ten to twelve years older. 

Without realizing it, Bailey had been staring at his childhood love for a little too long, a light tint of red creeping up his cheeks unknowingly and quickly be the first one to break their prolonged eye contact. “Tch.. what kind of server are you? Staring at your customer for too long.. don’t you know that is rude? And I’m hungry.. go now and get my cake.”

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with a tap on the counter, a cursory glance around the store, and a glimpse at the watch wrapped around her wrist, a soft sigh made its way out of seolhyun’s lips. two twenty five. only five minutes have passed since the previous time she checked, but it felt like hours. now there are five more agonizing minutes left before her shift ends. don’t get her wrong, seolhyun loves her job, but it had been a very slow day at the café, and she much preferred busy days.

before moving to hongdae, she spent most of her free time staring at the four walls that made up her bedroom, so much so that you’d think she would be used to having nothing to do, but that really wasn’t the case. boredom, to seolhyun, was a brutal reminder of the past, like an old friend that she never wanted to encounter again, so she always tried to keep herself occupied. it was rather ironic, really, because more often than not, she spends so much of her time on just thinking of ways to occupy herself, she ends up using only the minority of her time on actually keeping herself occupied.

a little longer than five minutes later, a familiar figure enters the café, and seolhyun almost jumps up in relief. finally. the guy scheduled for the next shift was finally here. as he walks towards her, seolhyun puts on a polite smile and greets him, fighting back the urge to immediately scream in relief, before slinging her bag over her shoulder and then walking out of the store. she almost runs out and spreads her arms open to embrace the fresh air, but of course she would never do anything that would make her look foolish.

it was one of those rare days where her shift ended in the early afternoon, so she had the rest of the afternoon and the whole evening to herself. after walking in the vicinity of the café for almost fifteen minutes, seolhyun still hasn’t come up with a plan of what to do yet, and all she can do is just to absent-mindedly kick the stones on the sidewalk.

but, wait — did she just hit someone with that stone? damn it, what a great day. resisting the urge to groan, seolhyun immediately bows and repeats the words “sorry” at least five times. as her gaze travels up to look at the unfortunate male standing in front of her, she freezes in her spot. he looks oddly familiar, like an actual old friend of seolhyun’s that she never wanted to encounter again. no, it can’t be him, she tries to reassure herself, but there is no way in hell someone could look so much like bailey.

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the ever so busy and bustling streets of hongdae was enchanting and fascinating as always. the sun hung beautifully in the sky, shining down on the roads that were bursting with life, the natural aura gave an orange hue that surrounded every path that one could possibly walk, glowing softly against that one single lad that was walking down the streets of seoul, taking in the cool and brisk air of november.

lee seunghyun walked leisurely over the streets of seoul, over the path to the unknown. his gaze was directed to the ground, the hood of his gray jacket covering his face as music blared from his earphones — too busy coming up with a unique video concept to care where his feet were leading him to. he was too engulfed in his own world, enjoying this little time he had to think and breathe.

however, his steps came to an abrupt stop when he felt something flew his way, hitting him right on aim. perfect shot, right on his head. bailey would had been laughing if he was a witness and not the victim. but damn, that really hurts. pushing the hood cloaking his head down, he instinctively rubbed the part that was hit, checking if any further harm was done.

“who the heck—” he uttered rather loudly for the unknown assailant to hear, but not loud enough to have everyone’s eyes on him. but like his steps, his words hang from his mouth as he caught glimpse of a familiar face from the crowd, double taking to see if he saw her right and suddenly forgetting his ability to speak.

bailey, wendy and seolhyun — the three kids that were bonded by their families that they had no choice but to befriend each other. while the three children were often together, especially during summer breaks when the then eight year old bailey would stay in korea with his grandparents, bailey never had any proper memories with seolhyun unlike wendy whom he had spent everyday with. and it had just been a day when he had an accidental meeting with wendy. who would have thought fate would make him meet seolhyun too?

“seol-bun?” he asked, addressing her in a nickname he had made up for the girl when they were ten years younger. 

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[train saga] bailey w. daehyun

Lee Seunghyun stood by the tracks with both his hands gripping tightly on the loose straps of his backpack, anxiously awaiting for the next train’s arrival. Peering down over the ledge to look at the rail, a smile forming at one end of his lips as he saw the headlights appear from the darkness, leaning back and stood up straight. 

Jam-packed, pushing only comes natural in a train station, people stepping on each other’s foot that it caused a seemingly slightly older girl to almost trip over a duffle bag on the floor beside them. But before she could fall, both his hands quickly gripped on her shoulders and steadied her. For young Bailey, what he did was nothing, but for the girl, it was a big deal, insisting that she would repay his kindness. 

At first, it was a simple ‘I’ll buy you lunch once we’re off’ but slowly, it transitioned to something more, making the dancer uncomfortable. She was all over him even as he sat down at the corner with his earphones plugged into both his ears, hands roaming through his upper body like she was his lover. And while Bailey is someone who is very vocal when it comes to things that displease him, words died from his lips, refusing to reprimand the female in public. He just settled for a frustrated sigh, directing his gaze over the opposite direction. 

The eyes that met his were a dark hue of brown and Seunghyun can’t help but stare harder, recognizing the owner despite them being strangers. He didn’t knew how long his gaze pierced through the other before he felt a head lurching forward to him, getting so close that he could feel her breath against his neck. ‘Fuck off..’ he wanted to tell her, but still, he knows how to properly treat a girl not to do that. Bailey can just only hope that his train buddy for the past months could read through his exasperation, wishing that he would understand his cry for help after all the glances they exchanged throughout their train rides together. 

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[cup of memories] bailey w. wendy

[ @hgdwendy ] Bailey smiled, waving as the last trainee ran down the road, seeking escape from the unnerving day down the rehearsal studio and return home to the comfort of their warm home. The dancer sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. He felt odd but not tired, watching the bustling streets of Hongdae blankly, searching for whatever pleasure he could have for the rest of the day. Rubbing his eyes, Bailey caught himself in mid-yawn, stretching his muscle-pained body mindlessly before flicking the lights off the studio, grabbing his belongings before heading down the street. 

The night air was brisk and the lad was welcomed by the cool touch of air, shivering as he was only in his sleeveless white shirt. Quickly ducking into the nearby establishment and walking through the door of a corner cafe he’d never stopped to before to cloak himself from the freezing temperature, he was welcomed by a female who looked all too familiar to him, someone who’s back he could recognize without a second look. No, that can’t possibly be her. he thought as he continued to walk past her, greeting the other available staff instead. Bailey just can’t bear to talk to someone who resembles her.

As he looked through the menu, Seunghyun can’t help but feel like he was being watched, dismissing it as he played it off as a fan who knows who he is. Questioning his urges even as he settled at the far corner of the room, the male did his best to focus on the list of servings and was approached by a presence whom he assumed was the lady he smiled at, attending to him patiently. “Caramel macchiato, please.. make it foamy and more milk.” Bailey uttered amicably, still not bothering to tear his gaze away from the menu as he battled it out with himself as what cake to get to go with his caffeine.

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