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이 하준 22. trainee.

[lgcxjieun]

lgchajoon​:

━ Lonely Christmas ~*✧

not phased by her prickly response (which was more than valid considering he lacked tact from the beginning - curse his incorrigible nature of behaving like a literal ten year old in front of someone he… anyways, erm), hajoon joined her as he offered her a hot, warm drink with the subtlety of a bull. “here.” he said as he pushed it onto her hands, clearing his throat while he sat next to her.

 “it’s cold and you know, you’re looking pink.” he said, gesturing to her hands and nose, and then as he scanned her upwards, he glanced at her eyes with worry that he barely managed to conceal as he averted his gaze quickly. “do you own this place or something? i’m just passing by. it has nothing to do with you, Rudolph.” he bit out, glancing to the side as he nearly smacked his own forehead… smooth, real smooth, dumbass, he nagged to himself mentally. 

pretending as if he hadn’t just said that, he crossed his arms and kicked the pavement from underneath them awkwardly adding, “anyways, what’s going on?””

with her own cup of cocoa still in her hand, she wonders what the hell his intention is to give her a completely new drink. admittedly her own cup had grown cold by now and while she loved cold chocolate, the temperature of her fingers didn’t have to go further down. so with an exhausted sigh she decided for once not to fight him and accepted the drink, appreciating the warmth seeping through her skin.

for a moment she thinks that maybe he’s actually not that bad of a guy and trying to be nice in his own, very inadequate way. (really, what was it with rich kids having no manners?!)

however at the nickname given to her, she’s right back to being defiant. no matter how tired or sad she’d be, jieun decides that hajoon would be the last person she’d ever show any weakness to. “like hell I’m going to tell you. no one’s making you stay here with me. so you can just leave if all you’ll do is make fun of me.”

[lgchajoon]

feeling a bit... okay, a lot like an asshole. hajoon sighs to himself, and stubborn as he is, he remains in the same spot. his gaze immediately go to her cheeks, her red eyes and nose. she looks funny, and as he tries to suppress another tasteless joke, he takes off his jacket to put it on her shoulders, a sigh slipping past his lips. “Alright, alright.” He concedes, trying to peek at her from under, he sits on the ground, cupping his cheeks trying to appear as harmless as possible. “what’s going on? It’s not like you to be like this.” He says, though he’s aware their knowledge of each other is not that deep, and not nearly as special as for him to be doing this.... seem like he’s someone closer to her than he really is. But he’s hoping he can change that, one step (mess up) at a time. “Don’t want to rain more in your parade, so I’ll... behave, I promise.” He says, meaning to stick to that till the very end of this conversation. Being someone nice doesn’t take that much for him if it’s for someone he has a strange curiosity for.... an indescriptible longing even that he can’t begin to explain or fathom. “Just can’t promise I won’t be honest with you, though. “

[lgchajoon]

lgcjungah​:

get jinxed.

while she failed to display excellent scores in the athletic part of the show, jungah was excited to show her real skill when it came to being what she could do and be best: entertaining and, admittedly, a huge nerd. most of her freetime consisted of indulging in this strategic pvp game lately, and she felt honored to be provided with a chance to host a game at the event. “isn’t it amazing that we get to watch the fans play?” she asked her colleague and friend @lgchajoon, tossed him a glance, excitement coating her timbre. 

“i can’t wait to see who’s going to be picked, who’s going to be banned. everything about this game is so thrilling!” her eyes were back on the screen, monitoring the players’ choices. though even now, immersed into the pick and ban choices, jungah didn’t forget the communication part, a vital little thing. “do you play league of legends in your private time, hajoonssi?”

being particularly of the alethic type, though not one to over-exert himself; hajoon was more on the average to occasionally above on the very select few sports he truly enjoyed. unfortunately, much of his star moment used to be stolen by one of his brothers back in the day, and this left a bitter-sweet taste in his mouth whenever he had to compete with them at all. thus, when he found out neither of them had the time to play videogames, he ended up spending a lot more than he bargained for when he started out of curiosity. 

“well, not anymore but i’ll admit, i was an avid player back in high school.” he laughed, a bit sheepish about it. “i’m excited to see how good this people are, and if there’s anyone who’s choice of champion is similar to what i used to play-” he commented, excitement rolling off in waves. “how about you, jungah? ever played league?” he asked, tilting his head. “i knew a few girls who would though im aware, the gamer community isn’t always the most welcoming to girls. I’m not joking when i say some of the best players i met where girls...” he trailed off, as his memory easily recalled one of which he ended up hooking up with. 

[lgchajoon]

open event 003.

it’s not his first time singing. but let’s be honest here, it’s been a while since it was in front of people who he recognized better than him. it was just a practice session, his coach emphasized, there’s nothing to be afraid of. he scoffed to himself, he wasn’t scared by any means. he wasn’t nervous. he didn’t care what any of them thought. his voice was fine. it was unique. and if all else failed, his face would save him.

it always did... until it didn’t.

it wasn’t that of a difficult song, however when it came to the sudden switch of notes, going from a deep end to a higher pitched one, it was that hazardous jump that made his voice crack in the most hilarious - yet humbling-ly embarrassing - way, he sounded like a prepubescent boy in the middle of a hormonal shift (and a cross of a cat’s hissing from its tail being stepped over.) he felt as if the world had stopped moving, the raw expression of his face revealing nothing but what he so painstakingly wanted to hide--

shame.

and as if it couldn’t be any more fitting, he took off his headphones and ran off like the coward he was, dashing out of the room with his bangs covering half of his face like the moody brat he was. he rushed through the hall looking for an empty room to hide, and once he did, he closed the door and held back the scream he wanted to release from the top of his lungs. 

when he first found out he could sing, he was at a karaoke bar with his... friends. they had met barely five minutes past midnight at a club, so it was hard to say if they were being sincere or not. but the mood was light, and the laughter and the people that filled that night would remind him of a memory he’d find hard to forget. they stumbled into the booth, half of them too tipsy to know how much money they paid the manager them to let them in until the next day if they wanted to (which they did.) none of them could hold a single note, except him. and when one of them said, “yo, you almost made me cry. what kind of voice is that?” with a dead, wide-eyed stare as he puked into a girl’s shoes, hajoon thought. 

i don’t know.

there was not a single musical gene in his entire family tree. so what the hell was he? adopted? it would make so much sense, he murmured to himself as he reminisced those days. maybe his father would bother to look at him then, if he made a name of himself. if he was good at something, anything, really.

but he messed up.

it wasn’t long before he heard footsteps close in, and the door opened slowly to find him laying on the floor with red eyes.  his coach crouched next to him, then sat as if to join him in his misery. a few silent minutes passed them by before any of them spoke. it was hajoon, surprisingly, who did it first. “did you mean it?” he asked, glancing at his coach from underneath his puffy eyes. 

“what?” his coach replied, as if he needed it to hear his stubborn, shy ass to repeat himself (which he later he would be teased about, but he didn’t care.)

“that i’m good, and i can make it big if i put effort.” murmured hajoon, audibly enough to be heard only at their distance. 

his coach smiled, stood up and offered his hand. “let’s go.” 

hajoon hesitated, but at the end of the day, he was still here. wasn’t he?

[lgchajoon]

lgcxjieun·:

━ Lonely Christmas ~*✧

the moment she hears footsteps, jieun looks up in surprise even before his voice has her register who it was. hajoon and her- she wouldn’t consider them as friends but not enemies either. she was constantly confused what the male wanted from her. constantly hovering around her but then having no nice words to say; needless to say he was the last person she wanted to see right now. 

sniffling quietly she felt a blush dust her cheeks in embarrassment from him catching her in a vulnerable moment. the vocalist reaches up quickly to wipe her tears away, staring stubbornly at everything but him.

“what’s it to you?! don’t you have other places to be? I’m not in the mood to deal with you right now,” she bites, just wanting to be left in peace to dwell in her own nostalgia for a while. 

not phased by her prickly response (which was more than valid considering he lacked tact from the beginning - curse his incorrigible nature of behaving like a literal ten year old in front of someone he... anyways, erm), hajoon joined her as he offered her a hot, warm drink with the subtlety of a bull. “here.” he said as he pushed it onto her hands, clearing his throat while he sat next to her.

 “it’s cold and you know, you’re looking pink.” he said, gesturing to her hands and nose, and then as he scanned her upwards, he glanced at her eyes with worry that he barely managed to conceal as he averted his gaze quickly. “do you own this place or something? i’m just passing by. it has nothing to do with you, Rudolph.” he bit out, glancing to the side as he nearly smacked his own forehead... smooth, real smooth, dumbass, he nagged to himself mentally. 

pretending as if he hadn’t just said that, he crossed his arms and kicked the pavement from underneath them awkwardly adding, “anyways, what’s going on?””

[lgchajoon]

lgcxjieun​:

━ Lonely Christmas ~*✧

Jieun has come to accept things for what they were at this point. While she was mature enough to realize her first love had past and it was time to move on, she couldn’t stop herself at times from getting nostalgic and think about all the plans they had had. Especially on special holidays such as this. When winter was coming, Jieun hadn’t imagined to be spending her christmas alone on a park bench with a mug of half cold peppermint chocolate in her hands. 

Their stage preparations for the Gayos were in full swing but when at the end of the day she was left to head back to the dorm, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking how she had been looking forward to a slice of strawberry short cake while snuggling into Jem’s arms. 

Now she was alone, staring down at her paper cup, a tear falling onto the plastic lid. She really never liked christmas to begin with.

it was just a short trip to the convenience store (or that’s what he told himself when he just so happened to see jieun along the way.) he had to buy something to drink because he was thirsty and he wanted something warm, too. it wasn’t like he was following her, he reasoned to himself as he paid for his drink, he was mildly concerned. 

after all, it was cold outside and if he was able to tail her easily anyone else could have been. she’s still a girl, he told himself, he’s just acting like his momma raised him. but as he gave in to his own curiosity, and inched in closer and closer, to the point of being able to catch her profile and the somber cloud surrounding her, hajoon realized it was too late to back out (though truth to be told, he didn’t want to either way.)

 “uh... hey midget.” he greeted her awkwardly, shuffling the plastic bag from one side to another. “what are you up to, aren’t you cold?” he asked, maintaining still a safe distance. 

[lgchajoon]

hey everyone! i’m not new here (which some of you may or may not know), been here for a year or less now…? heh, but thanks for all the welcoming so far! looking forward to what this man child cooks up lmao. anyways, this is lee hajoon, 22 y/o, leo, tsundere man child who thinks everything can be fixed up with money and if not, ignoring it until it goes away.  i’m still not sure what route to take with him, so for now he’s just a general trainee. here is his profile. and while i’m still working on his plot page, please like this and i’ll zoom to you to plot! 

some general ideas to get the hang of his personality will be down the cut, if you don’t manage to vibe a 100% with him based off his profile:

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[lgchajoon]

hey everyone! i’m not new here (which some of you may or may not know), been here for a year or less now...? heh, but thanks for all the welcoming so far! looking forward to what this man child cooks up lmao. anyways, this is lee hajoon, 22 y/o, leo, tsundere man child who thinks everything can be fixed up with money and if not, ignoring it until it goes away.  i’m still not sure what route to take with him, so for now he’s just a general trainee. here is his profile. and while i’m still working on his plot page, please like this and i’ll zoom to you to plot! 

some general ideas to get the hang of his personality will be down the cut, if you don’t manage to vibe a 100% with him based off his profile:

the type to ghost people if you pressure him too much, and/or answer with a “k” after a long ass paragraph.

will use his mom’s credit card like it’s his lifeline, de-stresses and decompresses by flying away to another country if needed with a fake alias ~just for fun~

can’t remember the last thing he ate, nor the first thing; probably that psychopath friend that pours milk before cereal or eats the cookie but not the white creamy stuff of an oreo.

thinks seafood is evil, possibly alien, you’ll never see him eat anything that looks remotely like it could come back to life.

does not eat vegetables. ever.

does not recall a single name of any of his past gf’s, calls them all yoona for simplicity sake. if you tell him you date him in the past, he will probably believe you and shamelessly ask you out again if you’re hot enough.

would wear stuff from a thrift store with 1K jewelry because he genuinely believes ~fuck capitalism~ but “my mom gave me this tho.”

can’t probably name the president or distinguish between 21st century or 19th century or which century he’s at. but ask him about what areas to avoid? where to shop? maybe even get dr*gs? he’s ur boye. ( aka... street smart.)

allergic to feelings, relationships, but catch him slipping once and he’s that literal meme of the dude with box gloves “imma confess to my crush” only to sit back five seconds later after doing absolutely ~nothing~

[oncupid]

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