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@lgckai
i'm headed to the stars , ready to go far , i'm star walkin'.
a closed writing blog for an original character based in the legacy entertainment idol world: CHOI KAI / est. aug 2022. any blogs outside of lgcrp, do not interact!
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"i haven't been keeping up, but i usually like marvel movies," he responds, thinking a little. he used to be an avid fan of the marvel cinematic universe before he debuted, and then everything had sort of taken a backseat to his work. especially considering he's been doing his best to write his own music and everything. he always just ended up watching the movies at home, months later than everyone else.
though, jiho guesses on the bright side is that since he's relatively chronically offline, he doesn't really get hit by spoilers either. he's not sure if that would count as a win-win situation or not though.
"the first one really was the best one," he agrees, his thoughts drifting to the surprise he had felt when kai had shown up to his studio with a bunch of blankets just to announce they would be making a blanket fort. he had thought it was a cute idea, but hadn't quite realized how much it would mean to him now that they were doing it more often.
he smiles at the other, soft and warm, a smile reserved only for kai. "mm, i'm glad you just come and invade my studio when i'm working," he teases, nudging his boyfriend with a soft laugh. "a good distraction though, i must say."
Kai knows there are things he does with Jiho that he would never dream of doing with anyone else; things shameless, bold, unguarded. With others, he carries himself differently, a little more careful. But with Jiho, the one he’s been calling his person for nearly two years now, he’s uncovered corners of himself he hadn’t known existed.
“So long as you see it as a good distraction, that’s what matters.” Kai replies at last, his grin curving wide before dissolving into a low laugh. His thumb brushes lightly over Jiho’s knuckles, slow and steady. “And you know I won’t be stopping any time soon. Not unless our schedules force me to. You like to work, maybe a little too much sometimes. So I’ll do what I can to make sure there’s balance. Work and life and our relationship, everything.”
The movie has already begun, shadows and light flickering across the fort’s fabric walls, but Kai only half-registers the shifting images. His eyes lift to the screen for a moment, yet they find their way back to Jiho almost immediately, as if pulled by gravity itself. His voice softens, a little quieter, but no less sure.
“But I’m proud of you,” he says, the words laced with something steady, unshakable. “Immensely proud, of everything you’ve done, everything you’re still doing, everything you’ve already become.”
"oh, i didn't even know there was a new one," he admits, looking a little sheepish about it. he had had a phase where he had been very much into the mcu but it had all sort of fizzled out once he debuted.
there's a reason why there's a ton of jokes about him being chronically offline in the eterval circles. he's aware of it, only because the one thing he does do online is check on how agito and the members are doing in terms of searches. it amuses him, honestly, and he doesn't think he needs to change that part of him at all. not now at least.
he settles in the blankets, glad that kai had the foresight to bring so many to make the fort as cozy as possible. it's a slight upgrade from the first one, but the memories of that one could never be overwritten for him. no matter how many more of these they do in the future.
turning to glance at his boyfriend, jiho can't help but match kai's smile with one of his own. "mm," he says, not really minding if the other idol had a preference for a movie. "i'll watch whichever one you prefer!"
Kai's thumb moves idly over the touchpad, scrolling only briefly before settling on the newest Captain America movie after all. “I think you’ll like it.” He shifts in the cocoon of blankets, adjusting until he finds the perfect spot, releasing a satisfied sigh as the fort seems to cradle him.
It’s warmer, sturdier than their first attempt, but the thought only makes his gaze drift toward Jiho. A memory flickers through him, so vivid, so bright, that he can’t help but speak. “You know,” he says softly, almost to himself, “no matter how many of these we build, the first one will always stay special.” The words fall plain and unadorned, no need for flourish, only the quiet honesty of someone who remembers every detail.
The opening credits roll across the screen, colors flickering against their little haven, and Kai’s smile returns. smaller now, gentler, one that lingers instead of bursts.
“Truth is, it doesn’t really matter what we’re watching to me either,” he admits. His eyes leave the movie, resting instead on Jiho, steady. “What makes it good is us. That hasn’t changed since the first fort and I don’t think it ever will. I'm glad we find these moments to spend together despite busy schedules.”
the blanket fort night had been something that kai had surprised him with originally, and jiho won't deny that it had really brought out the nostalgia in him. it's fun and it's comfy and maybe jiho just likes spending time with kai too much. but it's nice to have someone he can let his guard down around, and kai has always been that person for him.
"we're much better at it this time," he says in amusement, remembering how they had struggled to get the blanket to stay up the way they wanted it to last time. it had taken much less maneuvering this time to get all the walls to stay up properly.
it looks really nice this time too, and the nostalgia waves are there.
"i haven't been keeping up," jiho admits, maybe having been too busy with everything else happening in his life to have been checking movie titles. also, he's well-known and made fun of for being chronically offline so he's not surprised that he has no thoughts on the matter. "something superhero is always good?"
“Something superhero.” A quiet hum follows, his mind already dancing through a reel of movie options. He wants this evening to be easy, light. A gentle escape from the constant buzz of schedules and expectations. Especially for Jiho. Just a few hours of stillness and joy; Kai is determined to make that happen.
“We could watch the new Captain America movie.” he begins, leading Jiho into their carefully crafted fort which is standing sturdy with the gentleness of fairy lights. The main lights are off now, replaced by a soft glow that paints the space in warm gold and tender shadows. It feels like magic, like the world outside has vanished and all that exists is here.
Once they’re both settled and tucked into the coziness, Kai opens the laptop, fingers scrolling with casual purpose. “There’s also the new Superman movie,” he adds, glancing at Jiho with a grin that could melt steel. “I’ve heard some mixed things about it, but … wanna give it a try?”
And there it is: that sunshine smile of his. Soft at the corners, shaped like warmth, delicate in a way it only ever is when Kai looks at Jiho.
thinking outside the box.
Truth be told: Kai genuinely believed he’d made a clever choice when selecting the Switch 2 as his item to bring along to the island for survival. In his mind, entertainment was a form of sustenance, something to keep the hours from dragging, to quiet the restless hum of boredom. After all, he’d spent entire weeks gaming and nothing more, so surely a gaming device counted as a valid survival tool.
Except his supposed lifeline came with a cruel twist: no games. Not a single one.
Still, it was fully charged, and in that, he found some small solace. Still, compared to the others, his item had yet to show even a sliver of practical use, especially now as he sat beside @lgcakio, who was diligently, and so far fruitlessly, trying to catch a fish for their dinner.
“It’s slowly getting dark,” Kai remarks, fingers restlessly fidgeting with the cold, useless device in his hands. It may be little more than dead weight now, but he clings to it, as one might cling to hope, foolish or not. “I’m staaaarving. Where are the fish?” he whines, a dramatic sigh escaping him as he slumps a little, casting a sidelong glance toward Akio’s quiet determination.
because it’s been.
minjun almost replies, but he doesn't want to make things awkward. not when kai acted as if nothing happened, as if time didn’t interrupt their friendship and debut was just a mountain setting them apart. he missed his friend’s smile and how comforting it was to be beside him.
minjun really needed to learn that not every experience was going to be a bad one, that not every time he gets to see someone from his past he was going to be disappointed.
sometimes people just missed him, just like he missed them.
his shoulders relaxed and his smile mimicked kai’s, as he approached, sitting beside his friend; it was like entering a time machine.
“well, i debuted. just like you did. by the way, congratulations”, his laughter filled the room, as he bumped their shoulders, playfully. “i have the coolest hyungs backing me up, you know?”
There wasn’t a trace of awkwardness between them, such a thing simply didn’t exist in the world of a boy who chose to see only the light, who cherished every fleeting moment with a friend he had missed more than he dared to admit. “Oh, I saw! Your debut song was incredible. And you looked amazing in the MV. Like a real pro.”
Kai’s grin was warm, his voice a rich baritone carrying sincerity. Because he meant it; all of it. His pride was unfeigned, blooming bright at the sight of how far Minjun had come. How he had walked the hard path of training, how he had emerged from the shadows of doubt into the spotlight with strength.
“Judging from the way you say that,” Kai laughed lightly, his hands folding in his lap, “I assume dorm life’s been a lot of fun?” There was no envy, only joy in his voice, the kind that comes when witnessing a friend flourish. “Maybe we’ll get to perform together at a special stage this award season. Wouldn’t that be awesome?”
fortnight.
It’s long overdue: the next blanket fort night. A tradition born out of soft-spoken promises and quiet joy. Kai remembers the first time vividly, how Jiho's eyes lit up with surprise and delight when he appeared at the studio doorstep, arms full with blankets, snacks, everything necessary for the perfect movie evening wrapped in warmth.
He had sworn they’d do it again. Kai never breaks a promise.
So here they are once more, the ritual unfolding like muscle memory. With almost masterful coordination, they drape blankets over chairs and couch backs. Inside, soft LED fairy lights glimmer, casting the whole space in a gentle golden hue. The pillows are plump, the snacks arranged just right, and the drinks carefully chosen. Favorites, of course! Kai remembers the details.
He turns to @lgcjiho, eyes already alight with the joy of shared tradition, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “What movie are you in the mood for tonight?” he asks, sing-songing the words like a melody. “Action? Fantasy? Anything your heart desires.”
jisoo chuckles lightly at the comments about height, but honestly, it probably didn't mean too much of a difference in terms of traditional running ( they are not usain bolt-ing this, no way- ) and jisoo has never been the most naturally athletic person anyway. height would be a farce in this situation. "half those names just went over my head..." he only knew sonic. good enough. go as fast as you can! jisoo mumbles a little and keeps his breathing steady. there was no point in thinking about theoreticals with him and he preferred to see results come out for themselves. a very basic no point in overthinking type of guy, but it also sometimes rendered him a bit empty-headed, as he stares off at the goal with only one thing in mind - win.
it's the perfect storm (no, no not a literal storm), the wind is so breezy in their hair, kai's is basically sparkling in the sun, the sun isn't in his eyes, and jisoo feels his body react before his mind does, and he's off, off, running with the sand slightly pulling him back. running in sand is not something jisoo is used to so that does throw him off initially, but he adapts, though for another tourist that they're competing against, thankfully there was no advantage to the locals. honestly, they might have done better on bare feet, because he could have sworn one of the tourists was wearing sandals.
oh! that was close - the tourist and he barely had much of a difference at the end goal, and he turns to the audience, awaiting the determination. "wait, who got here first? me right?" jisoo laughs with the tourist, while they await the result.
The race unfolds with a fervor more electrifying than anything Kai has ever witnessed, even the grandest moments of the Olympics pale in comparison. For a fleeting heartbeat, time itself seems to halt, the world around him slowing into a dreamlike reel as he watches Jisoo sprint against the tourist, chasing victory and stars for their team.
Each step toward the finish feels stretched into eternity, the final meters expanding into something infinite. His breath catches, suspended somewhere between hope and disbelief, fists clenched in silent encouragement as if his sheer will alone might push Jisoo forward.
And then: clarity. The referee, a neutral tourist chosen to ensure fairness, declares Jisoo the winner. In that instant, Kai explodes into celebration, his joy raw and unfiltered. A triumphant cry bursts from his chest as he dashes toward Jisoo, launching himself into his arms with all the exhilaration of an athlete tasting Olympic gold.
“You were incredible!” he exclaims, breathless, stars in his eyes. “A real pro! If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were a professional athlete!”
as kai recounted the story, dom found his eyebrows furrowing. he wasn’t there for the incident, but he remembered the fallout all too well.
“you were an idiot,” he murmured. “i thought you nearly died or something when they told me you were in the hospital.” well. that wasn’t the whole truth. he damn near threw up from crying so hard because he really thought that his only friend at the time was going to die. ( in his defense, he was 12. )
the more he thought about that day, the softer his breaths became. it no longer felt like air was squeezing out of his lungs through a straw.
“i didn’t, by the way. have, uh. spring allergies.” that was the excuse he gave when he went to see kai with puffy red eyes and a matching red nose, still sniffling. never mind the fact that it was summer. “you didn’t believe me, did you? i don’t think your mum did, but she never said anything—at least, to me. i felt bad for it. lying. and saying i was only there because i forgot something. i didn’t forget anything. i think your mum knew that too.”
“and i didn’t lose my drumsticks.” at that moment, dom became keenly aware of his warm ears. “i threw them away because i thought you couldn’t play anymore, so i—y’know, thought i shouldn’t either. because it wouldn’t be fair.”
"Actually, I did believe you." Kai admitted, and he felt the urge to laugh. Because even now, if Dom hadn’t confirmed it, he would still believe that he had an allergy. He realized he would believe anything Dom told him and that truth hit a little too deep, sat a little too close. He wanted to say it. Desperately.
But there was still this rift between them, fragile, maybe just beginning to mend now. And it was still too early, after so many years of radio silence, to dig too far into those buried sentiments. Still, he found himself grinning. It was that soft, fond grin that couldn’t be seen in the dark, the kind that lived more in the quiet curl of his lips than in his eyes.
He glanced over his shoulder at Dom. "You were an excellent drummer. I always wanted to give you a new pair of drumsticks." A moment of silence stretched between them.
"Actually, I still have the spare pair I bought for you back then." And he wondered, just for a second, if he sounded pathetic, or pitiful, or maybe both. But the truth was, he meant every word. He was sincere, no pretenses, no layers to sift through, just honesty laid bare.
"I’ll drop them at your room," he added, voice a little softer. "So you aren’t forced to see me if you don’t want to."
there is, frankly, nothing for jaesung to do if he were to retire for the night, given he’d already went through the entire category of horror movies, and there’s an absence of an ongoing sports show that he’d be into. even the thought of sleeping bores him, at this rate. so, he lingers behind after everyone else has left the practice room, and takes in the solitude. temporary loneliness, that is.
jaesung would have thought he’d be free of people’s presence this late into the night, somewhat, but it seems he’s proven wrong—when a familiar face returns to the room moments later, plastic bags in hand, smiling … always smiling. had it been any other person but kai, jaesung would have attempted to withhold the roll of eyes. but it’s a pile of frustration that’s built itself up inside of him, at the mere sight of the sunshine, that’s made it as easy as breathing for jaesung to make his distaste visible.
still, he saunters towards where kai lays out the takeout onto the table, hands buried into the pockets of his sweatpants, the furrow in brows evident. “… what made you think to do this?”
Confusion paints itself across Kai’s face. Admittedly, he expects a thank you, or if not that, at least a smile, maybe a flicker of enthusiasm. Not necessarily for him, but for the food. Because honestly, who doesn’t like food? But Jaesung looks gruff, almost displeased, like Kai has just committed a minor crime.
“Huh?” he breathes out, the word more air than voice, not quite a question. Bewilderment settles in his expression. He isn’t sure how to handle this, and just when he thinks he’s getting better at reading people, Jaesung proves him wrong again.
“You’ve been training for so long,” Kai says after a beat, his tone a little cautious. “I figured a bit of something energizing and yummy would be nice.” It really is that simple. No hidden motives, no deeper logic. Just kindness. He watches Jaesung, trying to read something, anything, in his expression. “Is it not to your liking?” he asks, softer now. “Do you prefer other foods?”
SPRING CLEANING PART 7 : ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. Choi Kai, in the Legend of Zelda universe.
Kai is known as Kai of Sunhaven, a wandering Sheikah minstrel and field scout, born in the high-altitude village of Sunhaven, where sunflowers bloom even through harsh mountain winds. The son of renowned healers who spent their lives travelling across regions to support war-torn settlements, Kai was raised constantly on the move, between fortified towns, sacred springs, and distant outposts. From a young age, he picked up a little of every local language and folk tune he encountered.
Although he was trained in the quiet, precise arts of Sheikah scouts, glider travel, minor illusions and silent movement, Kai’s path diverted early. He had no thirst for battle, no hunger for heroism. Instead, he gravitated toward music, stories, and small, unnoticed kindnesses. Now, in his early twenties, he’s known throughout the realm as “The Sun’s Whisper”, a travelling bard whose voice and drum soothe aching spirits and restless minds. His signature instrument, a hand-held Sheikah string-drum, is slung across his back and patched from years of use.
He delivers messages between hidden villages, helps elders restore shrines, and performs songs beneath moonlight to comfort war survivors. Though not a fighter, he’s a skilled evader, clever with distractions, illusions, and sheer nimbleness.
His personality remains unchanged: soft-spoken, observant, incredibly curious, and endlessly kind. But in this world, his isolation is sharper, his family's endless travel led to estrangement, and the war drove them to different corners of the world. His only real anchor is his cousin, a potion-maker in Kakariko Village, who always leaves the lantern on for his return.
Despite the solitude, Kai never stops moving. People say you know a place is healing when Kai shows up in it, smiling gently, sunflower charm swaying at his side, offering warmth not through magic, but through presence.mBecause in a world still rebuilding, not every hero carries a sword. Some just carry light.
LGC Boys Energy : Kai the Thief, pt. 2
His heart was a steady drumbeat of nerves, thudding louder now with each step toward the finish line. One item down: success, though it didn't feel quite like triumph. Now came the second. Another theft, another small deception pressed between his ribs like a hidden bruise.
Kai hated this part. Not the sneaking, not the risk. No, it was the dishonesty that sat heavy in his chest, like fog refusing to lift. Even if it wasn’t so terrible in the grand scheme of things, just a harmless game, really, the idea of betraying trust, no matter how softly, gnawed at the edges of his conscience. He wanted to shout out what he was doing, to rid himself of the weight curling tight in his stomach. But instead, he breathed through it and kept his face calm, smooth as glass.
He was just visiting a friend, after all. Nothing unusual about that.
Sitting across from Parker in his room, Kai put on the same easy expression he always wore, open, bright, unassuming. They chatted like they always did, laughter spilling easily from his lips. It surprised him, actually, how effortlessly he was slipping into the rhythm of it all, like nothing was wrong. Like he wasn’t quietly wrestling with the guilt just beneath his practiced smile.
Then fate offered him the window.
Parker excused himself for a moment, just a quick trip to the restroom. And Kai, who had been scanning the room without truly meaning to, caught sight of a sock lying half-crumpled near the edge of the bed. Not exactly a prize of elegance, but it would do.
His movements were quick, quiet. The sock disappeared into the depths of his oversized shorts pocket with a practiced ease that startled even him. When Parker returned, Kai was all smiles again, though they were a little more clipped at the corners now, a touch too tight, like a bow pulled too firmly.
He didn’t rush out. That would’ve looked suspicious. So he stayed. Ten more minutes. Talked a little more. Laughed again, this time with a softer edge.
Then, casually, he stood. “I think I’ll grab some food.” he said, the lie slipping out with practiced sweetness. And with that, he walked off, each step feeling heavier with the weight of the second stolen item tucked away.
He handed the sock off to the A PD soon after. Two items, mission complete.
And he could only hope that no one had noticed a thing.
LGC Boys Energy : Kai the Thief, pt. 1
Being chosen as one of the thieves felt like life playing a quiet little joke on him. Kai, who was practically synonymous with sincerity, whose smile could never quite mask a lie, who carried a softness in him that made cruelty seem impossible, he was now expected to steal.
It was almost laughable, really. Known among peers for his transparent nature, for wearing his heart not just on his sleeve but all over his being, the idea of him slipping through unnoticed to snatch objects from unsuspecting teammates felt like something from a sitcom. A twist the producers must have relished. He imagined the conversation: Let’s pick the honest one. The innocent one. It’ll be more fun that way.
And perhaps it would be. For the viewers, at least.
Kai figured that the staff weren’t trying to set him up for failure, but rather to see what he could do when pushed into unfamiliar shadows. Maybe it was a challenge. Maybe it was meant to show a different side of him.
So he approached the task with quiet calculation, choosing his first target not out of strategy but comfort. Jiho. A familiar presence. Someone he was close to. laughs came easily around him, and the company never felt forced.
They shared lunch together at one of the small tables in the corner of the set’s cafeteria. The usual warmth settled between them, the kind of ease that made Kai momentarily forget there was a secret mission stitched into the folds of his day. He laughed, chatted, smiled, the way he always did when Jiho was around. It was genuine. And maybe, that was what made the deception feel heavier in his chest.
When the meal neared its end, Kai gently reached across the table and squeezed Jiho’s hand, the gesture tender, almost fond. “I’ll take care of the trays,” he said, all casual affection. “You go win some stars. I’ll catch you later.”
And so Jiho left, trusting as ever. Kai watched him go, then slowly gathered the trays, stacking them with careful ease. His heart beat a little faster as he looked around, waiting for the moment when no one would be looking.
Then, with a motion swift and practiced, the fork, the one Jiho had used to eat his spaghetti, slipped from the tray and into the depths of Kai’s oversized shirt pocket. Hidden, just like that. The guilt didn’t hit him right away. Not until he was walking out of the cafeteria, a quiet pulse in his chest reminding him that, yes, he had just stolen something.
Still, he kept walking, head high but steps light, and delivered the item into the hands of NA PD for verification.
One item down.
One more to go.
Jaejin grinned, shoving another forkful of mac and cheese into his mouth while considering how to answer. "Scotch eggs, huh? That's seriously professional. I don't think I've ever actually had a real one, just a convenience store versions when my family had a layover in London, and I feel like those don't count, right?" He let the question hang there, genuine curiosity mingling with a teasing undertone. "You’re really selling it, though. I might have to put in a special request for the full English treatment one day. ."
He set his fork down for a second, elbows on the table as he turned his attention fully to Kai. "Honestly, anything that feels like home for you, I want to try. It’s a big deal, actually sharing something so close to your roots." He pauses, then flashes a crooked grin. "Just, uh, let’s keep it nut-free. Or, you know, not secretly a salad pretending to be food. I have a strict anti-rabbit diet policy." The corners of his mouth lift with the joke, but it’s clear from his expression that he genuinely means it, he’s here for whatever Kai wants to share.
He glanced down, fiddling with his napkin, the laughter fading into a softer, more earnest energy. "If it’s a real taste of your home, I’m in. I want to see the side of London you grew up with, not just the touristy popular stuff ." After a beat, he looks up, eager again. "Is scotch eggs something you’d eat when you missed home, or more of a family tradition thing? I always wonder what makes food comforting-sometimes it’s just nostalgia, or maybe who you eat it with."
He nudged Kai’s foot gently under the table, eyes bright. "Let’s make a deal. Next time, you cook, then we swap. Best comfort meal wins, loser does dishes. What do you think? And, uh, if you want to throw in Marmite, just warn me. I’ll try anything at least once."
Kai liked this; this quiet kind of intimacy that settled so easily between them. The bonding. The sharing of something warm and close to home. In all his time with Type Zero, he couldn’t recall ever connecting with someone over something so personal. To others, it might have been just food. But to Kai, food was memory. It was comfort. And somehow, Jaejin seemed to understand that without needing it explained.
“Actually,” Kai began, his voice softening, thoughtful, “I didn’t get to spend much time with my parents. They were doctors, always busy, always gone. But when they were home, my dad would make the best scotch eggs. It was his way of being there. His way of loving.”
A gentle chuckle escaped him, the kind that came from old, fond memories. “He gave me the recipe once. Super top secret. So I guess for me, it’s both. The nostalgia… and the person I’m sharing it with.” Then his smile returned, a bit more playful now. “What about you? Is there a dish that brings someone back for you? A flavor that still lingers?”
When Jaejin threw out the challenge, Kai’s face lit up with unmistakable excitement. His grin widened, a spark dancing behind brown eyes. “Oh, you know it’s on,” he said with a laugh, leaning forward slightly. “But I should warn you, I get very competitive. And I really hate losing.”
He arched a brow, mock-serious. “Let’s raise the stakes. Loser has to do the winner’s laundry for a whole week.” Then came that boyish glint, mischievous and bright. “Hope you know how to fold fitted sheets, Jaejin.”
title: what happens in villa #4... partner: @lgckai
minjun couldn’t deny that every chance he had to be outside of a practice room or a hotel room was a chance to restart. not that he didn’t enjoy being with his groupmates and every perk he had until now being an idol, on the contrary. but it was an opportunity just to enjoy silence and really feel the world around him. sometimes he felt everything was flashing instead of passing by, it was as if he couldn’t enjoy things, not at their full extent.
so when they arrived at the location of this show they were going to participate, minjun spent some time outside, just taking a look at the amazing view around them, instead of finding the room he was going to share with his other three friends. sooner or later, one of the hyungs was going to stop by, so he took his time to take pictures of the place and record a few private videos.
it was probably much later that he found the path to villa number 4, as informed by one of the producers, to be his new home for the next days. the place wasn’t hard to find, and instead of knocking, minjun just opened the door, already offering a smile to anyone who was inside.
the room was empty except for one person who had their back turned to the door, but immediately looked over their shoulder, as minjun closed the door behind him.
“oh…it’s you”, minjun’s voice didn’t sound rude or cold; it was more like a soft gasp, a statement that held the weight of his and kai’s time apart. it felt like ages since they last spoke, obviously, and minjun didn’t know how to act. “hey bro”.
If there was one thing Kai cherished most about collaborative projects, the kind that bring idols from different groups under the same roof, it was the chance to reconnect. In the midst of schedules, rehearsals, and fleeting rest days, it was rare to truly pause, to see familiar faces beyond the fleeting glimpse at a music show backstage or a hurried wave across a crowded award ceremony hallway.
And perhaps, just perhaps, something like fate was at play today. Because when the door creaked open to Villa 4 on this quiet, sunlit island, Kai turned his head with the usual curiosity that came with meeting a new villa mate … only to be met with a face he hadn’t seen in far too long. A face etched into memory but softened by time. And in that instant, something bloomed.
“Minjunnie!” he called, voice lit by a joy that came from somewhere deep, instinctive. His trademark bright smile spread across his face, but this time it carried a gentler edge, fond, touched by something tender.
“Looks like we’ll be rooming in this amazing villa together, huh?” he added, still laughing lightly as he moved to properly face his long-lost friend. The thrill of surprise began to settle into something warmer, more grounded. Nostalgia, maybe. Or comfort.
His expression softened into a fond grin, eyes gleaming with the brightness of a hundred unspoken memories. “How’ve you been? It really feels like it’s been forever,” he asked, and with a playful pat to the empty space beside him on the bed, he invited the moment in fully.
“Come, sit. Tell me everything! I want to hear it all.”
seyoonlgc
So, Seyoon was playing a security officer. Normally, he would have loved the role because, yeah, uniforms. This officer, however, was a rigid, disciplined one with a leg injury. He gave off older vibes, and Seyoon was less keen. Anyway, head in the game. He wasn't funny, young, extra cute Kim Seyoon. Be serious. Channel your inner grumpy elderly aura. "Nothing. The patrol yesterday went normally, just like every other day." He winced, tapping his flashlight against his legs and accepting the apple juice. "I was a bit slower on my route last night because my leg was acting up," Seyoon grunted, trying to recall how his grandpa usually did it when he had to admit weakness. "Thoughts, Hyoseop?" He turned toward the maintenance crew lead. "I saw the control panel for the ride was damaged. Anything suspicious about the way it was done?" Seyoon chose his words carefully because he didn't want this guy thinking he was getting accused. They've worked together long enough to know that would not go well.
hyoseop fiddles with a screw in his hand as he listens to what the people around him has to say. he’d not normally be around this many people for this long, he usually prefers his alone time, and part of hyoseop wanted to figure out this whole mess by himself, but he knows himself enough to know that the help of familiar faces would probably help. hyoseop has been working here for ages, and he has no idea who would do such thing, and as he looks around, he really can’t guess that it’s someone here, mustn't it be someone else, someone he doesn't know? haven't met? but why would a stranger have something against this place, maybe it isn’t so much the place that’s important, maybe it’s the people or something, or perhaps just totally random.
hyoseop crosses his arms as kai speaks “i don’t agree with blaming each other” he shakes his head “at least it doesn’t make sense yet to blame each other” he hums “i know you guys, and wouldn’t suspect anyone here to be the culprit, i would however suggest we put our heads together to figure out something” he looks disappointedly at kai for a few seconds before staring down at his hands and the screw in his fingers.
hyoseop looks up again as seyoon speaks, “i did routine checks, it all looked normal” he shrugs. “if my theory is right, and none of us did it, and there’s a possibility someone from outside did it, jaejin is the one of us who has interacted with most guests, so” he turns to look at jaejin “did you manage to spot anyone today that seemed out of the ordinary? more nervous, weirdly big backpack?” hyoseop lets out a sigh, not on purpose, but simply because he’s already tired from all of this.
“what about seyoon, our security officer, out of all of us, wouldn’t you be the first to notice stuff out of the ordinary?
next in line -> @lgckai
Isn’t it strange? The idea that no one could possibly be the culprit, when, by the very nature of the case, someone must be. Isn’t it suspicious, even, how hard he’s trying to divert suspicion, as though truth could be softened by repetition? Kai’s mind moves quickly now, a current of deduction and doubt. Every face around him holds a fragment of something unreadable, a twitch too sharp, a glance too quick. They’re all slightly off, like a painting where the brush slipped just once ... but enough.
Still, he takes the offered fruit punch with an absent smile, though his eyes are already elsewhere: drawn to a flicker at the edge of his vision. Someone nearby lifts a hand mid-conversation, fingers brushing against their face. Kai’s instinct clicks before thought does. The camera is raised, the shutter soft but certain. One more frame locked away in digital memory. Evidence, maybe. Or nothing at all.
“I understand you’re trying to maintain the peace,” Kai says finally, voice laced with the kind of politeness that doesn’t quite hide the weight beneath. “Or ... whatever noble cause you’ve chosen for yourself, MCL Hyoseop.” He pauses, letting the title fall deliberately off his tongue, then takes a sip of the punch, slow and measured. “But to me? It almost feels like you’re just trying to quietly erase your own name from the list. Like you’re guiding us in a circle so we don’t stop long enough to look too closely at you.”
His gaze sharpens, but his tone remains calm; an unsettling blend of ease and scrutiny. “Sure, some of you have alibis. Most, maybe. But let’s not pretend that makes anything impossible. Like the great Sherlock Holmes once said: ‘When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’”
He leans back a touch, the fruit punch cradled loosely in his fingers, a hum of consideration slipping from his lips. “I wonder,” he muses aloud, “if any of my photos might lead us closer to that truth. Should I have a look? Perhaps I caught something one of you would rather remain unseen.” And here, he turns his full attention toward CSM Parker, gaze landing with a feather's softness and a blade’s edge. “What do you think?”
next up : @lgcparker
midnight beef.
It’s nearing midnight when Kai notices @lgcjaesung is still in the practice room. Most trainees, even idols, have long since retreated to the dorms, chasing what little rest they can get before the next day begins. But Jaesung remains, focused, driven.
Kai doesn’t say anything at first. He just watches for a moment, a quiet sense of responsibility settling over him. Maybe it’s the senior instinct, or maybe it’s just the quiet admiration he holds for Jaesung’s dedication, his raw talent and relentless work ethic.
So he slips out without a word.
When he returns, both hands full of rustling takeout bags and a bright smile lighting up his face, he announces cheerfully, “Hope you like tteokbokki.” He sets the bags down on the table, beginning to unpack them one by one with practiced ease. “Got us some pepero too. And rice balls. A bit of everything, really."
