dropping hunchul, so feel free to unfollow~ ^^ yea cos I haven’t been active in a long time and tbh I lost muse for Hunchulie. rookies is honestly the best rp I’ve been in and it’s filled with such awesome people so for the longest time I’ve been putting off leaving, but. yeah.
I’m keepin this account up in case I want to revamp this character in the future (character, not fc). after rookies Wednesday when I’m cleared, I’ll change this url. I’m really sorry to those I have plots with for constantly being such a freakin flaky mun. yea. ily ttyl.
She managed to catch his attention and waited for him to get to her “Well, you’re late.” she teased, tapping her imaginary watch on her wrist and let a laugh past her lips. Elly walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his frame, giving him a firm squeeze before letting go. “Ready for some eating and drinking?”
for hunchul, it’s a lot harder for him than anyone else he knows to skip on responsibilities and have a little unearned fun. he’s usually the type of guy to do what he has to do first, then take his time to relax. but not tonight. as if to add to his own already high levels of guilt, before leaving his apartment he calculated exactly how much money he doesn’t have--and yet, that still didn’t make him regret calling up elly.
he checks his phone’s clock and curses under his breath; he’s late. he’s never late. why is he late tonight of all times?
at her waves he smiles to himself and quickens his pace, reaching her with an apology on his lips. at her words he chuckles and bows his head in mock shame, “I hope you weren’t waiting long.” his breath catches sharply at the unexpected hug and he jerkily wraps his arms around her, small smile spreading wide across his face. he clears his throat and sits in the seat next to her, ordering a drink before replying. “you have no idea how ready I am.”
after taking a quick drink, he glances over at her; he hoped beyond words that he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of her tonight. “so elly, how’re you doing? I feel like we haven’t talked in a while.”
her words are quiet. Eunhee isn’t her usual brash, bold self; she speaks with a worried brow that only surfaces when it comes to Hunchul. he’s used to it by now–his scarred knees and elbows are a testament to growing up in the countryside, and he can bet on his life that for every injury, she wore the same frown as she does now. he wants to believe it annoys him more than anything, but in truth he’s ashamed. he’s supposed to be a grown man–the man of the Jung family. yet when he sees that expression on his older sisters face, he feels like a young boy in the dirt with a cut knee and tear marks down his face. he wants to be mad at her for it, but he knows it’s his fault she does it in the first place. he’s still the unsuccessful baby brother. the screw up. he clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath. “I’ll figure it out.”
she frowns at that. “Chulie if you need help I’ll–”
“you’ll what? will I move in with you like last time? and the next time I’m in trouble I’ll move in again?” her frown deepens and so does his; as they sit across one another in Eunhee’s boxed-in living room, they openly glare at each other. he (figuratively) stands his ground to her authority. “I can’t go and hide with you every time I fuck up.”
minutes pass in silence as she purses her lips in a way that makes her a younger version of their mom, and again he feels like a little kid. she leans back into the cushions of her couch, crossing her arms over her chest. “fine. I won't help you. get yourself out of your own mess."
he huffed, and like a true child he needed to have the last word. “fine.”
run? i am suppose to run? i don’t run. [`hyerim muttered to herself as she walked through the hallways, holding her phone in her hands. this talking to herself earned a couple of strange looks from other people in the hallway. adjusting her black hoodie over head, a couple pieces of her newly dyed red hair spilled out from underneath. bowing to a couple sunbae in the entrance, she quickly moved out of the building. `] hello oppa! [`her lips curled into a small smile at the familiar figure as she skipped out of the door. she nodded happily as her stomach softly grumbled.`] yes to food. me need food right now.
(/he smiles, tugging on her to walk in step with him) good, we’ll go put some food in your belly. (/he walks with his arm still around her shoulders to show without saying that he missed her in his month-long absence. as he leads them down the street to find a place to eat, he idly notices her hair. with the arm around her shoulder he twirls a lock of it between his fingers) red suits you. when d’you dye it? (/he gives her hair a last playful tug before dropping his arm from her shoulders and turning into a side street to lead her into a small, cramped restaurant) I’ve never been here before but my sister said it’s a hidden gem. you wanna sit at a booth or a table?
[text :: iron man] training is ending in like…
[text :: iron man] two minutes.
[text :: iron man] it has been a while, hasn’t it?
[text :: iron man] wait… you are outside?
[text :: iron man] right now?
[text :: iron man] okay! I will be there soon.
(/he smiles at the texts from hyerim, leaning against a building besides Sphere’s weird-shaped one. he sends a quick “ok! run fast!” text to her just to see if she’ll actually do it. he pockets his phone and wishes for a cigarette. today, it was either a pack of smokes or food; he’s ashamed at how much he had to consider his choice. after a couple minutes, he sees her bounce out from Sphere’s doors.) ah, nugget~ (/he grins at her arrival, jogging over to her and wraps an arm around her shoulders.) good to see you. wanna get some food?
rkjoohyuk said: [ ✉: hyung ] fuck the rules. [ ✉: hyung ] sleep, yes. smoke, no. [ ✉: hyung ] starting to get a bit moody bc of it tbqfh. [ ✉: hyung ] finals aren’t helping either but whatever
[text: joo] ggggghghghghgg that sucks.
[text: joo] the only thing I can offer is to get you wasted when you’re done finals. deal?
[text: joo] i’ll throw a party in your honor or something.
[text: joo] get us real fkd up.
[text:: iron man] practice just ended. [text:: iron man] and i am on a diet. [text:: iron man] but i want ice cream. [text:: iron man] what should i do?
[text: nugget] shittt that sucks.[text: nugget] eat ice cream. you’ll live.[text: nugget] oh yeah, you know what goes well with ice cream?[text: nugget] getting your best oppa a scoop too~[text: nugget] i’m kidding, but seriously, enjoy your ice cream ok nugget.
[ ✉: hyung ] so hyung. [ ✉: hyung ] guess who just became the finest fucker to be signed to sphere entertainment. [ ✉: hyung ] THIS GUY.
[text: joo] NO WAY![text: joo] that’s awesome hyukie. wipe the fuckin floor with everyone. B)[text: joo] how you handling all the rules n shit? do you have time in your schedule to sleep or smoke?
a bendy straw is perched from the side of his mouth, almost forgotten as he goes over the lyrics he just wrote. words don’t come so easily to him but once they start flowing he always jumps on the opportunity. he mutters over the melody of his verse and idly chews on the end of the straw, crossing out a word and adding in another. he continues like this for a while longer, time going unnoticed in his focus.
for the past month, he all but vanished from his life in Seoul. one afternoon, seemingly a lifetime ago, he answered a call from his mother. shortly after, he went back to his apartment, made a few calls, then hopped on a bus to Gwangju. the ride itself took a few days and another to fully recuperate. he hates long bus rides.
now, he’s been ‘home’ for a couple of days. home to wilted plants, a pitifully sparse mailbox and news that he lost his job in his absence. a slight frown creased his brow when he heard the message from his boss; it was more out of sentiment to how long he had the job rather than the job itself. it doesn’t matter–he allowed himself a few days of rest before he’d start another job hunt.
he jumps in surprise when his phone vibrates on the tabletop beside him. it’s strange how he got used of not having his phone and also how much he missed it. “hello?”
“hey little bro. when did you get back? why didn’t you call?”
he plucks the straw from his mouth and twirls it between his fingers, smiling at the unconcerned tone of his sisters voice. “I got back a while ago. mom says hi.”
“vague asshole.” she says under her breath and Hunchul snorts a quick laugh. “let’s go out tonight, I’m hungry. a new place opened up in Hongdae and-”
his mind immediately wanders and every so often he hums a quick 'uh huh’ and 'yeah’. he skims over the one and a half-page lyrics he wrote, deciding that he needed to catch up with his friends before doing anything music-wise. he thought of the repercussions of his sudden disappearance and sincerely hoped it's possible to pause your life, vanish, then unpause again and continue on like nothing happened. unfortunately, Hunchul is anything but an optimist.
[ ✉: hyung ] okay so. i think someone made a mistake somewhere or baek jiyoung got some really good dick and is on a happy spree because some dude just gave me a card to audition at sphere entertainment. [ ✉: hyung ] what the actual fuck? [ ✉: hyung ] are they in debt or something?
[txt: binnie] SPHERE? KID. good job standin around looking pretty n shit.[txt: binnie] hey, who cares why. if they have enough to pay you and get you making music it’s all good right?[txt: binnie] baek jiyoung…….. u lucky shit. you might see her around if you audition.[txt: binnie] do you even like sphere tho?
[text :: iron man] hey hunchul. [text :: iron man] i have a question. [text :: iron man] how do you earn money really fast without getting a loan?
[txt: nugget] hey nugget. wassup?[txt: nugget] uh I guess you could try find a modeling gig.[txt: nugget] sometimes they offer good money but usually it’s kinda crap[txt: nugget] why though? you alright?
[ text → magnesium ] oppa!! [ text → magnesium ] i need your help on deciding a song to perform [ text → magnesium ] what rap song do you think suits me? [ text → magnesium ] helppp ㅠㅜ
[txt: jay] JANEY-[txt: jay] that’s the one thing I’m not good at.[txt: jay] but I am good at choosing things at last minute[txt: jay] I’m really feelin Cheetah right now. you like any of her songs?
