✩ * º PRELUDE & FUGUE。

❝ it was curious how quiet the last evening was; as if i had already left and we were just two ghosts talking to each other. ❞

[hrdabin-blog]

hello everyone gi here. since the end of school year is coming i’m going on semi-hiatus so i can focus on school work and study. i’ll be back in april.

[hrdabin-blog]

hello everyone gi here again. just wanting to say things are clearing up now so i'll be back soon. since i haven't written in a while it'll take some time to adjust. thank you.

[hrdabin-blog]

hello everyone gi here. since the end of school year is coming i'm going on semi-hiatus so i can focus on school work and study. i'll be back in april.

[wannaonenet]

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[hdyejun]

( @hrdabin )

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; Composition

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hrchloe‌:

chloe occasionally takes on freelance work, she doesn't advertise it though as she prefers to go out and seek the work rather than the work coming to her. the most interesting jobs seem to come when you seek them out. this was not one of those cases. a company came to her with an interesting proposition. they probably had received her contact information from an agent who knew chloe always loves a challenge. it was something she hadn’t done before. they were linked to artists and rappers and were looking for someone to help with lyric writing. she mentioned that she had never written lyrics or raps before but she had done extensive work with poetry but they didn’t mind, she was recommended.

after agreeing chloe now sits at a desk in the back of the library. it was out of the way of everyone so if they were a little louder than usual they wouldn’t disturb anyone. there’s a stack of books on the table next to her. she is scribbling a combination of paragraphs and lines in a notebook. on the spines of the pile beside her, titles such as ‘from poetry verse to lyrical verse’. she had been preparing as she is never one to be taken by surprise even when she was as far out of her depth as she was in this moment. she was just happy someone believed in her talent to pull something like this off.

her head lifts up as she hears a voice  ❝ hi dabin, feel free to call me chloe. such formalities make me feel so old. ❞ she realises as the words leave her lips that to this boy she is quite a bit older.  ❝ so we’re looking at lyric writing. i must admit this is slightly new to me, i’ve only really worked with poetry but we can work on it together. I guess we should start by getting to know who you are, what type of music you want to create and what sort of emotion you’re aiming to convey? ❞   

         ╰☆╮ WOULD IT BE right to say he’s relieved? She seemed a lot friendlier than what he was expecting. It might be due to his workplace always being so tense. But he had expected something with no nonsense. Also, a lot of rules and expectations for review like a contract. Dabin had expected to follow everything like a robot. Absorb everything and leave knowing more but without any independent thinking. He didn't mind this though.

❝ Nice to meet you Chloe, ❞ Dabin tries again but a lot more relaxed this time. He sits down across from her so that they are able to continue the discussion. Eyes remain on Chloe at all time as he listens to all her words. Dabin nods along every so often but stops when she asks him questions. He didn't have an answer. Not an answer of his own anyways.

❝ The company says I'm young, so they want me to do something fresh? ❞ Dabin tries to supply. There's an idea in the words, but he takes a second longer to expand on it. This time he speaks his own idea, adding onto that of what the company had told him.  ❝ I want to write about the freedom of youth. That people my age should enjoy themselves even if it may be hard to since there's a lot of stressful things. Does that make sense? ❞    

It made sense in his head. But also Dabin doesn't know if he has the capability to write it. He hasn't experienced a lot of things people his age go through. He didn't go through school in the same way they did. No school field trips. No after school outings. But though he won't tell Chloe he's had his moments of being rebellious. Like sneaking out of his house.

[tosummers]

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hrjasper‌:

✘

“Ah, a man after my own heart. Or stomach, I guess.” Jasper nods enthusiastically. “Better to eat a lot than to be picky. I can’t believe we’re already talking about food right after eating.” 

       ╰☆╮DABIN’S NEVER THOUGHT about it, the idea of having more than one life to do everything he wanted. It's not as if he or the cats have nine lives but the thought is curious and he falls silent to think it over. The only thing suggesting that he's still around is how he keeps his step in sync with Jasper. ❝ No, nothing would change. ❞ Dabin decides after a moment. It's an invitation to be more reckless which had sounded great at first. But then he had realized something else. When he speaks again his voice is quieter. ❝ I wouldn't want to know what it's like to die and come back after that. ❞ But realizing how morbid it sounds. Especially for someone he's getting to know better by the second. So he tacks on something else as a joke right after. ❝ It'll make filming the bungee jumping for variety shows less intimidating though. ❞

He comes to slow his pace down. Dabin's attention focused on Jasper, Jasper's words and their surroundings. With the other boy's words he had been preparing for something bad. Like calling him Villager B in a cast that's based on moving out of the village. Or saying he should be the person sitting at the coffee table two seats behind the main cast. For a person who didn't like the spotlight too much, being a secondary character is the best answer. ❝ You know me better than I thought. ❞ It's not a compliment nor an insult. A statement for while the other continues on his little speech.

An amusing speech and he notices how Jasper's cheeks change color. Practice for noticing the small things about fans that now traveled into his habits. Dabin smiles because it's dramatic and it's one thing he could never be. He's under dramatic. Robotic if anything. Boring. So seeing anyone of the opposite on an occasional note was so interesting. ❝ No you aren't. ❞ He admits in agreement. ❝ But you got your point across. ❞ Though Dabin doesn't add that he thinks if they were all in a horror movie nobody would leave Jasper behind. He definitely wouldn’t. 

❝ You're right. The manager would say no right away. ❞ Six years for the group. Four years for him. It might be due to the fact he's the youngest or the newest but he doesn't have freedom yet. The older members can ask for different things from him. Not that Dabin isn't thankful, he always will be for the opportunity. But this is a small reminder that he's bound by a lot of things. Whether he wants to be or not.

❝ Don't they always tell people a way to a person's heart is their stomach? ❞ Walking again he tilts his head in genuine curiosity. The phrase eludes Dabin but it sounds right for now. Still, at Jasper's statement he turns a bit red. ❝ Not a foodie but there's a lot of things I do want to try if I have time. ❞ If he had the privacy too. At least he wasn't put on a diet given his natural high metabolism. ❝ Also it's the easiest thing to ask about at a fansign. So if you ever run out of something to say with someone talk about food. ❞

[hrdabin-blog]

; All Night

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hrchaeyoung‌:

     there’s still adrenaline in her veins over the interaction. maybe a bit of an overreaction on her part, but it’s not like she gets to pull off a exchange like that everyday. they’re far away enough from the crowd now that she allows herself to lower her mask for a moment to adjust her hair, her bangs a mess from the action. “your entire head?” the idea amuses her enough that a giggle leaves her lips. “so, a paper bag?” she jokes around with the idea, fanning her face with the mask rather haphazardly. “i’m sure it’s your idol aura shining through, as the fans would say.”

     she allows herself to be lead towards the buffet table, struggling to redo the strings on her mask with one hand. why did they give her such a weird mask! but she gets it done in time to pick out her meal. a little bit of everything is what she ends up with, probably causing some unsavory mixes to happen on her plate, but she’s fine with it. “good idea,” she nods in agreement before looking around for an empty spot. it’s probably against their best interests to end up sharing with others, so she manages to spot out a vacant table. “let’s go before it’s taken!” she urges dabin, oddly excited at the idea of a race against time. 

          ╰☆╮DABIN STARES AT Chaeyoung's movements with a small smile, but his mind is elsewhere. He's trying to imagine himself with a paper bag over his head. It'd be funny if he was one of the people watching it. It wouldn't be funny for him and it'd also be a lot of unwanted attention.

❝ But you can't expect me to wear the paper bag alone. ❞ He states it with a small whine as if it's a fact. Which it kind of is, but neither of them would ever be wearing a paper bag so this point wasn't going to go anywhere. Yet it was a serious thought that gave him enough reason to purse his lips together and think. ❝ Then if I have an idol aura you'll have an artist aura. If the auras are side by side, we can confuse enough people. ❞ Nonsensical, but Dabin thinks that would actually make for a decent plan.

They won't need it though not this time around as nobody further bothers the two of them. He knows there can be many rounds, but he also wonders what if the other people all come and take everything he likes. Then Dabin would have to wait even longer for the cooks and there'd even be a good chance they would run out. He can't go having that happening on him.

❝ You should be careful, ❞ Dabin calls out to Chaeyoung as they make their way over to the empty table. He's not scolding her or is he attempting to lecture her. It's a word of caution because if he knows anything about dresses it's that they're expensive. If he knows anything about the food they're holding there's a lot of sauces. Sauces and dresses didn't sound like a good combination. He makes his way over and settles his own plate down beside where she's sitting. ❝ Next time I'll hold your plate for you. ❞ 

[hrxmisook-blog]

→   「 @hrdabin 」  if ever there was an emotion misook could erase, discomfort would be it. it was unfortunate the two were now in the same room. usually the sort of boy to share banter with the model, the lack of words was an obvious indicator something had thrown their interactions off. the two waited for her crew - unfortunately having ran late due to ‘unforeseen circumstances’ - to clear the space to make way for rubato’s photoshoot. 

impatient and uncomfortable in their shared silence, she wondered where the other boys were. they could have played a welcomed distraction and avoided their awkward situation. perhaps they were running late and had left their youngest member with another circle of adults that seemed more invested in their set than their model. “what’s the concept today?”

[hrdabin-blog]

          ╰☆╮THE MOMENT DABIN got onto the set, he wanted to leave. But work is work. He doesn't have to be friendly with the one person in the room he didn't want to see, but he could be cordial. Or try to be. It was easier for him to be prim and proper towards a stranger than someone whose words still echoed in his mind. He will have to make do with talking only when necessary. Also forcing a smile on his face when other staff members are around so nobody would know. Know that the youngest member of Rubato wasn't pleased with his situation.

❝ I heard it was colorful pastels. ❞ He doesn't know if she's asking the staff members walking around or him, but Dabin figures he might as well say it. Save them a few words, also establish that he would still talk to her but it'd only be about a few specific things. ❝ We're imitating the sensation of spring. ❞

[hrxlevi-deactivated20250612]

Not drugs; but better!

@hrdabin

Long digits find themselves in the soft fur inbetween the nook of tabbys ears and forehead, blunt nails scratching gently into it. Coral hues slight gaped open as the boy coo’s softly at the kitten curled up in his winter coat under a tree. He relaxed against a tree, a willow, the snow had made the ground soft and muddy, but he found a dry spot to sit. Beside him, lay a weathered cardboard box, tattered by the snow.

“FREE. TAKE IT.”

Hastily scrawled hangul stares at Levi and the kitten, the raven haired boy wonders who could possibly be the author behind such words. The kitten purred softly against his hands, head butting against his palms and fingers. Who could ever throw away such a gorgeous kitten. He was taking it home, he would just have to sneak it in without the dorm advisor knowing about it. The boy lifts the kitten to his should, enlongating limbs stretching themselves before standing up leisurely, Levi’s curfew was still a while away, implimented after his rendevous in a jail cell a few weeks before. Pouted couplets pursed, a hand absentmindedly scratching the kittens head as he walked down the park track.

A cloud of doubt plagued his mind, what if he got caught? He couldnt trust any pet adoption centres after he heard about euthanasia to any non-adopted pets. It was too risky, and he had already grown attached to young Bob. Onyx irises stared into amber ones, they would need to pry Bob off his cold dead body before he would let that happen. His gazed wandered to a fellow stranger in the park, levi’s imaginary light bulb shone brightly above his head.

“Excuse me sir, but you look like a trustworthy guy and i have something that will brighten your day. You dont even need to pay for it.”

The young male paused, realizing the implicit meaning his words implied. Levi had never thought about selling drugs, but in this instance he probably would have made a great drug dealer.

“It’s not drugs. It’s alive.”

Levi paused again.

“Or prostitutes.. just listen, its a cat okay. Would you like to adopt a kitten?”

[hrdabin-blog]

         ╰☆╮EVERYTHING BEGUN WITH a walk. On any other day, Dabin would mean this as in inspiration struck while he had been taking a stroll. Or he had a sudden itch in his fingers for his piano in his house. But today, it's decided that today things would turn around in a different manner. For good or for bad he doesn't know yet since he's never been in this situation before.

There's a lot of questions in his mind along with some observations. The boy is younger than him in appearance though he doesn't think by much. The boy's mouth is also unfiltered for someone of that age, saying things Dabin knows he would never say. Or he'd get a verbal smack from his manager. But he doesn't understand why the boy is giving away the kitten to him. Even if he's supposed to look trustworthy at the moment.

❝ Is that your kitten? Are you abandoning it? ❞ Dabin's brows furrow and eyes narrow. One of the basic lessons he's taught was to not judge people but he can't help it now. Nobody should have bought or adopted a kitten in the first place if they couldn't take care of it. Or if their parents disapproved of it. This is too cruel.❝ My place doesn't allow pets. ❞ Dabin states. He doesn't know if that's true or not but it wouldn't matter, he wouldn't have time for one. Dabin comes home to sleep. He does not have time to play with a kitten, which he reserves for visits to that one cat cafe. He wants to say take responsibility too, but he'll leave that for later. The poor kitten has to be taken care of first. ❝ Take it to a shelter. I'll go with you. ❞

[hrdabin-blog]

; Kerfuffle

         ╰☆╮ DABIN HASN'T TOLD anyone. There's a stray dog which resided between his walk to his house and to the company. If someone were to ask him the exact coordinates for the dog he wouldn't be able to give it. But Dabin remembers the scenery, and he also remembers the exact spot where it hides. It's a small one, and he doesn't know the dog's past but it's friendly. It likes him and he adores it back.

When Dabin has time, and he definitely makes time for the puppy in the late nights, he always brings some food. He's researched on the computers what can he feed and what he can't feed the dog. He's also searched up on their behaviors which correlate with their emotions. To no surprise, it's easier to memorize than human expressions. So he thinks this may be a factor in the forming friendship.

Today he's let out a lot earlier than usual since there's an early schedule the next morning. The sun is still up in the sky though it's setting, but he doesn't have to find the dog in the dark. He looks around the surrounding unable to find the dog at first. Since Dabin didn't give the dog a name he can't exactly call for it so instead he walks around. It is when he glances in an alleyway that he spots the dog. But not alone.

The dog's injured, looking quite bruised up and there's a figure standing over the dog. He doesn't recognize the person but that doesn't matter.  Dabin runs over, and he knows it's a bad idea to sound angry, but he can't control himself when he talks. Protective, Dabin hovers between the stranger and the dog. ❝ What did you do to it? ❞

@hrdaehyun

[hrjinwoon-deactivated20191209]

~ Keys & Strings

@hrdabin

          Greeting all the familiar faces as Jinwoon entered the Tunite building, he got caught up a couple times in conversations with a few of his favorite staffs. It wasn’t until he was reminded each time that he came for a reason that he ended up pulling himself away, assuring he’d catch up with all the staff later, preferably when he didn’t have plans to meet up with one of his members. Whistling a tune as he walked down the familiar hallways, there was a content sigh that escaped him as the man walked into the practice room. The sight of multiple cords to all different amps, guitars, microphones, and various other equipment feeling like a tangled home the he always looked forward to coming back to.

Picking up his go to guitar, the one with his Rubato sticker proudly pressed along the front, he began adjusting his tuning pegs as needed while he waited for his friend. It wasn’t until one of the strings snapped in his face that he was glad the other hadn’t arrived just yet, since he now had to look for one to replace the last. Rummaging among the clutter, a piece of him regretted his feeling of comfort from earlier since now he was aware of how difficult it was to find anything in here, especially something as small as guitar strings. Funny enough he did find the scarf he had lost last week, though. 

Wrapping it around himself so he wouldn’t forget again, he continued his search for the small bag that he deemed way too hard to find in the small abyss. Jinwoon didn’t realize how zoned out he had become until he heard the creak of the door pulling him out of his silence. Smiling at his band mate, he nodded his way and muttered a small apology. “Hey! I’m sorry, I got here early to get ready and…” trailing off he looked back at the other with hopeful eyes. “You haven’t seen the high Es anywhere by chance, have you?”

[hrdabin-blog]

        ╰☆╮ DABIN ZONES OUT for much of the ride. He has headphones in playing music loud enough to drown everything out. But not loud enough for the terrible possibility of ear damage. He needs his ears they're his lively hood. He listens to classical music and his manager, the one driving the car, knows not to bother him when he's like this. It's a sign he's thinking. Thinking about what is going to come next during practice. Will it go well? He hopes so but lately he feels like there's a bit of tension happening. But Dabin may be imagining it. He tends to do that too. He should stay positive that sounds like the best solution.

The car comes rolling to a stop as they near the gates. He makes eye contact with the security guard and dips his head in greeting. Then they're driving again into the parking lot.  He finally puts an end to the music, attention now switching from the inside to the outside. A small smile on his face out of courtesy for all the staff members, Dabin greets everyone while he hurries away.  It only takes a few more steps until he is at the practice room. Though he's visited it many times, Dabin still does his best to open it in a slow motion. His head peaks through first then the rest of his body heads through.

❝ Hello. That's no problem. I’ll warm up right away so we can get started. ❞ Dabin says. He's flexing his fingers already beneath all his gloves while setting his bag to the side. If one of his members already here, it should mean that he should warm up as soon as he can. The question does distract him though, and he looks around right away.  ❝ No but I can ask the manager for you if there’s any? There has to be some somewhere. ❞  Uselessly he looks around himself.  ❝ Did it snap right before I came? ❞ Talk about bad luck. But Jinwoon did not look injured at least.

[hrdabin-blog]

; Small Problem

@hrsophia​

“is there something wrong, dabin dear?” she frowns slightly and reaches over to touch his forehead as if he was sick. the younger male came from time to time and sophia was willing to listen to him talk whether if it’s an accomplishment or if it’s something that is on his mind. she hopes that she had made her cafe a safe place for all her customers to talk to her about whatever is on their minds. she gives him a small smile, “give me one minute, why don’t you go look for a spot and i’ll talk with you afterwards.”

 sophia turns around quickly and glances at the different teas she has. she reaches over for the chamomile tea and puts it in a tea pot. after she pours the boiling water into the tea pot, she sets it on a tray along with two tea cups and carries it to the table he was seated in. sliding in the seat across from him, she pours out the tea in their respective cups, “now.. would you tell me what happened?” 

          ╰☆╮DABIN MAY STILL have a lot to learn, but he knows one thing. That's that most business owners don't act this nice. Not when there's no money involved at least. Now he does know that he visits the bakery weekly to grab his favorite baked goods. But he'd already done that this week. He's only broke the schedule because he's stressed. He didn't think that Sophia would catch on so quick to his casual statements.

❝ Okay, ❞ Protesting may have been a better option. Or if not then sliding out the door ignoring what she said. But Dabin finds his legs carrying him away from the counter towards the tables and chairs. A few seconds later he's sitting down and waiting. Fingers drum against the table until Sophia walks over.

❝ Thank you, ❞ he says as he grabs a cup of tea. It's too hot to drink now but the aroma wafting from it is comforting. ❝ It's nothing important. I'm stressing over work. ❞ Hitting a bump in his playing is nothing new. But hitting a bump for longer than a few hours is. Dabin feels like his own fingers have betrayed him. So he stares at them.

[hrdabin-blog]

hrxarang:

The sound of her loud heartbeat almost made Arang deaf as she stared at the idol with her wide open eyes. She thought, dreamed, about their very first face to face encounter before she came to the fansign and each time he just thanked her for being a fan, whereas she used the short amount of time to thank him for the beautiful music he made. In no sensible place of her mind that she imagined him to easily recognise the flower — or even know that she sent the various bouquets to him with ranunculus. How?

The enthusiast side of her felt the joy that her flowers actually carried the right message to the other, that he understood her. The null side of her, on the other hand, felt nothing but anxiety as she looked at Dabin and wondered if he was bothered by her flower gifts. Maybe he prepared fan letters or objects that lasted more than a flower bouquet did. Maybe he did not like flowers in the first place and did not bother to know the meaning behind.

“Uh, flower fan?”

It was amusing that millions of scenarios passed through her mind in a few seconds yet Arang managed to utter only a pair of words — with a broken hope that she could play the dumb and maybe squirm out of any possible awkward conversations. However, her attempts did not end with a bi.g success as once she rushed to open the album and find the page, where she wished Dabin to sign, Arang noticed she marked the page with a dried ranunculus flower.

“I hope you liked the flowers,” therefore, she said in an instant as there was no need to lie. At that moment, she could only pray for her face to appear blank compared to the rush of anxiety she felt inside.

        ╰☆╮ HE'S CERTAIN THAT it's her, more certain than he’s ever been for anything else. But even if Dabin's certain, it makes sense that she might not be. If he takes a few steps back to think about it, he had said it with absolute neutrality. By doing so, she couldn't tell whether he had meant it in a good way or a bad way. The answer is a good one but with how she hurried he wonders if he's taken it wrong.

The only answer to that question is to try again. With more positivism this time around. ❝ I do. That's why I remember you. Flower fan. But what's your actual name? ❞ He doesn't mind calling her flower fan for the rest of her life if she wanted him to do it. Keep the whole mysterious vibe thing she seemed to like keeping. But now that he has the chance, Dabin wants to know. Also he needs it, so he can sign her album in the proper manner as instructed by his company.

❝ Also, what does this mean? ❞ Dabin points to the dried ranunculus flower in the corner. He'd once heard that flowers carry meanings with them. As curious as he tends to get, Dabin had searched it up. So he has an idea about the popular flowers like the rose or the daffodil or the lily. But this flower, he doesn't know. It only has a name for the time being but since she's been showing it to him a lot it must do with how she feels about him. Admiration? Loyalty? ❝ It's a symbol for something isn't it? ❞

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hrjasper‌:

✘

It sounds almost ludicrous, but the confession is so innocent. Jasper can’t help but grin brightly at it.  “Dabin… Is that because you like too many different types of foods or because you… don’t have a favourite food at all?” 

❝ Spiderman died in that one movie. I heard he dies in the comic too but I haven’t read it. ❞ But Jasper had a strong point the heroes always win. Or the protagonist whoever it is would always have some magical last minute power to win if the foe was too strong. It had to be that way because nobody wanted to hear that the enemy wins. Even in real life, it was so easy to see arguments end up going good versus bad. Always. 

❝ We should watch the next one together. Or we should watch any movie together. You can pick. And it’s okay if you cry, isn’t that a good thing? ❞ He says, tilting his head in wonder. Now that Dabin thinks about it they've never done anything like that together. There's always some other friend with them. ❝  But if I had to be in a movie. I'd want it to be... ❞ Dabin drifts off unsure. He looks over at Jasper.  ❝ What do you think I'd fit? ❞ It's not a question he needs an answer for, he's curious how he’s viewed.

❝ Take your time but not too much time. ❞ It's an echo of a warning that got tossed at him about anything he stalls on. The good thing is that Dabin doesn't often stall, he's not the sort of person. But when he does this may be a warning that it's all the more dangerous. ❝ Oh. Well I don't know how good I am at Smash Bros. ❞ It's another attempt at comfort but also the truth. He hasn't had time to game.

❝ No, that's realistic. You need money to do things. People choose money a lot of the time, don't they? But I heard if you aren't careful it causes a midlife crisis. ❞ Another warning, but this one takes a different turn. It's even further into the future and forgettable. There are more interesting things to speak about in the present. ❝ You can be a soloist. Then we can do a collaboration once. And then you can go back. ❞

He didn't expect Jasper to narrow in on that comment about being unable to choose a favorite food. Dabin feels exposed all a sudden, and he takes a second longer to respond.  He scratches at his neck. ❝ There's a lot of things I like to eat. ❞ 

[hrdabin-blog]

; One Idea

[hrdabin-blog]

hrxblaqk‌:

→     blaqk blinked owlishly, eyes round with surprise as his hand remained extended, paused halfway from its journey to collect the warm cup of tea resting on the coffee table. while the two had shared serious discussions before, blaqk had not anticipated a discussion today. dropping his hand to the edge of the couch, blaqk used the leverage to move himself closer to the boy, providing dabin his full attention.

he loves his group; his brothers; this friends. every single member is special to him and blaqk would never want to hinder their individual growth. the problem, however, was dabin’s and his drives had never diverted like this. when it came to music, both are driven by perfection. now, dabin was telling him he wanted to begin a path that would lessen their joint practices and put further pressure on the boy that seemed to have ran before he even knew how to crawl. it worried blaqk - for rubato, for dabin - and so he was nervous. 

on a personal level, he was thrilled and enthusiastic, ready to cheer the boy onward. professionally, however, he was careful to immediately encourage his bandmate into something that could cause a hindrance. 

in the end, his love for his younger brother won out.

“if that’s what you’ve already decided, you should. you’re smart. you should be able to see how far you can go but be careful. be mindful - of your limits, your health, the music, and the fans. i know we shouldn’t pay it any mind but if you begin to slack, they will point to your education as reason. and not just the fans, but the company as well. your education should never be faulted but i think we’ve both been around long enough to know nothing is off limits to criticism. have you considered this already? i support you, but i want you to be aware of some of the struggles that may come.”

           ╰☆╮ WHY WAS HE so tense anyways? The answer is actually obvious. There's a lot of opinions Dabin doesn't care about. Like those netizens who have nothing else to do but hate on their group. Or him. Or on the opposite end, the obsessive fans. Or the extreme solo fans.  But he cares a lot about Blaqk's opinion. It might be since he's the youngest he relies a lot on all his band members. They're the family he's never had before. So as people do with their family members, they want to keep them happy. Pleased.

Dabin didn't realize he was holding his breath until Blaqk speaks. There's a long but slow exhale from his nose, doing it in a way so that the other didn't notice. Then once he's done that he's nodding along. It's to show that he's listening which he definitely is. The more that his band member speaks the more that the plain expression on his face cracks. He finally breaks a smile but Dabin knows it's not over yet. There's always more. He's been in the industry long enough to know that.

❝ I know, ❞ Dabin doesn't know if he actually does, but he feels like he's prepared for it. Once he experiences it things might change but for now he's confident. ❝ I've thought about that already. But I'm also thinking that what I'm going to do will help us later on. Because I want to learn how to write music. I know there're rules but I don't know what they are. I want to learn them. ❞

Dabin hopes he's getting his points across. ❝ Like apparently there’s a primary, sub-dominant and dominant note? I didn’t know that. But I'll be taking it part-time so nobody has to worry. And if there are online courses I'll take them.  So that even when we're on tour I can do things. Maybe that’ll show that I’m also taking it because I want to. Not because of...perks. ❞

He mumbles the last bit. Dabin's heard it before. The excuse that people are taking post-secondary to escape the army. That won't be him, and he'll prove it as soon as he can.

[ilyohan]

Bae Jinyoung in ‘켜줘 (Light)’ M/V

[hrdabin-blog]

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𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄. He was supposed to predict the answer even before Dabin parted his lips to say it aloud… Jiho pulled a chair that stood nearby to settle on it after he made it clear that Dabin could be comfortable around him. He gestured the other chair with solely that intention in his mind anyway and hoped his quiet request reached the other. The small frown that rested on his forehead reflected his struggle on a deep ocean of options that swam in his mind before a small sigh slipped from his lips. He had to guess Dabin would feel more comfortable with his members in a variety show but what if he had to do it alone?

“It seems like the management team had been looking for some opportunities for your solo activities. They suggested a variety show but now I wonder if you would be comfortable with it.”

Maybe Jiho was rather fast to jump into the business-related conversation, then again it was the exact reason behind his presence in the room currently. He knew very little about Dabin, at least knew enough to assume there was a difference between his idol persona that he showed to his fans and another persona that he displayed to selective people. Therefore, Jiho tried his best to respect Dabin’s privacy and not be too nosy with unnecessary questions.

… through the week that they were expected to work together, however, Jiho wished to keep the other comfortable around him. That was why after he stated the fact that the management team indeed worked for solo activity, he came up with another offer.

“If you think you won’t be comfortable alone, do let me know. I will try my best to persuade the team to look for another activity. What do you say?”

        ╰☆╮ HIS EYES FALL  upon the chair and settles his body into it so as not to be rude. He could tell that Jiho had meant business, despite the older male’s easy going nature. Jiho was the type that took his job with stride and found fun in even the most mundane of situations. He was the type prone to getting things done with his own added little flairs. This was something that Dabin could admire. 

That did not mean he was ready to follow the older male’s suggestions without apprehension yet. Admiration and idolization were still two very different things after all. He never thought of ever doing activities without his members. He knew that it wasn’t uncommon for people to go solo every now then. He would never be would be one of those. 

❝ I’m not exactly the most sociable one in the group, ❞ he admits with honesty. He didn’t mind doing the show alone. Dabin didn’t think he would be the best fit it. ❝ I’m not sure if my solo presence would help the show’s ratings, or even Rubato’s image. ❞ 

 ❝ But if the company thinks it’s in our best interest then I’ll do it. ❞ After all, Rubato was the closest thing he’s ever had to an actual family. If he could do something to help them grow and become more well-known then he’d be willing to try. 

[hrdabin-blog]

; Composition

          ╰☆╮DABIN DID LIKE reading a lot. it's something that he considered only positive. he could spend time away from people but he could also learn things. like new ideas or new wording. new vocabulary. anything. but the problem as is always, is time. With so much of his time taken by work, he didn't have as much time to read anymore.

Dabin has never been good at playing catch up either, so he decided to drop the hobby completely. Until now. His company had brought it up to him during one meeting for him to visit someone who could help him compose. He had assumed it meant through music, but they didn't seem to have a trouble with that side of him. They wanted him to do better with his lyrics.

So now Dabin shuffles his feet forward into the library he hasn't been at for a few years. He looks around and spots the woman that he's seen in pictures a day ago. The person who's supposed to help him for the next few hours if all things go well.

❝ Are you Ms.Chloe Hwang? I'm Dabin...Dabin Kwon. I’m here to learn how to write from you. ❞

@hrchloe