Devil in disguise

MK's Angel, Miss Dong Ahki. LUV's maknae and only 17 years of age ♥

[mkransom]

He winced, rubbing his upper arm with a groan and rolling his eyes at her. That didn’t discourage him, though, because he quickly crawled up next to her and took more chips, curling to a ball at her side. “I love this show,” he murmured, nodding his head a little. After a moment of thought, he spoke up, “What if we got married?”

[mkahki-blog]

She patted his head when he curled into a ball beside her, admittedly being a little forceful, but eh? What could you do? It was nice for her--especially when Brandon was involved. “I heard you the first time you said that,” she mumbled back with an eyeroll, glaring at him at his next statement. “Never in a billion years, Brandon Sung. Never.”

[mkseokjung-blog]

She definitely was a good influence on him in that respect. Her blatant disregard for everything his parents had stressed to be necessary for a functional family reinforced the idea in his mind that he didn’t have to be big and tough. Most of the time he got caught up in competing with her and wanting to look cool, but that was just him being a dumb hormonal teenage boy. And yeah, onstage he still got all caught up in his image, but being an idol was nerve-wracking. A lot of people were watching him, and he didn’t want to fuck up. The longer he spent with Ahki, though, the more his softer, timid side came out and the more comfortable he felt with it. And, in turn, he felt more comfortable with himself. 

He grinned, not surprised to here the sharp anger back in her voice; this was Ahki after all. Being too nice made her…break into hives or something. Whatever it was, she couldn’t be too nice for too long. It was against her coding. Her eyes were kind, though–kinder than he’d ever seen them and it was enough to make his stomach do a backflip. He tucked her hair behind her ear and puled her chin up so he could kiss her, getting her before she could get him (and undoubtedly pissing her off in the process, which was admittedly a bonus). He really didn’t want her to go back to her dorm, but 1) they’d get in trouble, 2) they were trying to keep this a secret and 3) he didn’t want anything more to happen, seeing as they were both underage and he was a tiny little ball of nerves. He was just scared that once she was gone the spell would break and she’d be awful to him again the next day.  Or, no, he was sure that would happen–he was just afraid they’d never work their way back to this.

“I’m only really close with Brandon, but we still both have our secrets,” he said with a shrug. Brandon was like his unofficial mom, and that included him sneaking around and not telling Brandon things and unneeded rebellion. That was Ahki for ‘yes’, so Seok grinned, squeezing her tighter against him and wrapping his legs around her body too until she was for sure trapped. “Don’t leave me hanging for long–that would just be rude.”

[mkahki-blog]

She really liked fighting with him. Almost as much as she enjoyed fighting with Brandon, which was quite a bit.  She liked it when he tried to look cool and fucked up and made her look really good, but that’s just because it was all fun and games. It was harmless. She knew he didn’t take it too much to heart. Aside from their healthy competition, she really did like when he was being a big softie. Partly because it was easier to bug him when he was all shy, but partly because it was cute. They didn’t have to fight for status or dominance when he was being himself--Ahki was very clearly the more dominant one and that was just how she liked it. And while she liked fighting with him, she was growing to realize that she liked this a lot more.  How long had it been since she’d been around someone she didn’t want to throttle? How long had it been since she’d cuddled someone? A long time; a very long time. It wasn’t something she’d expect herself to like, but she really did like it. 

She hated him. She hated how gently he was touching her. She hated the butterflies in her stomach that she knew were there because of him. She hated how smug he was because, of course, he knew exactly what she was thinking. And she especially hated how much she liked him. She scowled when he kissed her first, a little peeved that her dominance was being challenged, but not peeved enough to do anything about it. Not really peeved at all, she supposed. But Dong Ahki had an image of being perpetually annoyed, and she wasn’t dropping that for anybody--especially not Seok. He knew too much. “You’re lucky you’re hot. Otherwise I might punch you,” she grumbled insincerely, glowering at him.

She snorted, rolling her eyes. “That was the stupidest thing you’ve ever said,” Ahki told him, ruffling his hair affectionately. She got it, though. She and Tia were pretty close, but she didn’t reveal everything to the older girl. Ahki was dead set against revealing everything to anyone. She had trust issues, and didn’t trust anybody with her closely guarded inner workings. She groaned a little in disgust as he wrapped himself around her, though she wasn’t actually all that upset. Her movement was incredibly restricted, but she didn’t hate that. With a giant sigh, she murmured, “Okay, I have a proposition......I get cold really easily and you’re really warm so...how about whenever I get cold you can do this?” It was a weak excuse--both of them could see that-- but she was trying to preserve her wounded pride. This was far too much for her.

[fybangsujin]

bbang_su: 오늘은 연천! 날씨 너무 좋은거 아니야ㅠㅠ 잘하고 올게여 뚠뚠🐜🐜 #연천 #뚜스타그램💋

[fiddl]

[kinghyoyeon]

heartbreaker Ahki // requested by anon

[mkahki-blog]

@mkxseojin

“The concept looks fine. I don’t know why you’re asking my opinion, oppa--I’m shitty at everything to do with this kind of thing,” She grumbled, hoping he’d ignore the whole ‘oppa’ part. She was trying to be nicer to him, but she didn’t want him to point it out or anything. That was besides the whole point. Sighing, she leaned up against him, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. “Wake me up when you’re done.”

[mkransom]

Grinning mischievously, Brandon took a handful of chips, reaching over and trying to shove them in her mouth, crushing them against her nose on accident instead. “There  you go. Enjoy.” He was happy hanging out with her for the first time in what felt like ages. “See, there’s where we’re going to have a problem. I like everything. So that makes it really hard for you, doesn’t it?”

[mkahki-blog]

She sputtered, flinching a little and brushing the chips off of her chest before slugging him in the arm. She tugged the bag away from him and moved to the other end of the couch, munching on the chips. “Oh, shut up. We’re watching ‘We Got Married’. Shut up and watch or I’ll tape your mouth shut.”

[mkseokjung-blog]

Seok had been raised a little differently, though it impacted his life just as much as Ahki’s impacted hers. Gender roles were huge in Seok’s family, and as a boy, he was expected to be strong and tough and brave and everything that came with being manly and masculine. That just wasn’t who he was, and acting that way had probably–no, definitely–caused his breakdown. Even now, when he knew better and knew that pretending to be something he wasn’t was terrible for his health, he still tried to pull off the cool, tough facade. He was supposed to be cool and tough. Even if he was fragile and an anxious mess deep down.

Part of him didn’t want to disappoint and wanted to tease her and go after her about all of this–she was definitely expecting it. But the rest of him? Really didn’t want to. He wanted this to be normal, not something worth teasing about.  Something both of them were comfortable with. He’d probably end up teasing her, though. To cover up how nervous he was. And she’d probably hit him–it was a vicious cycle. He breathed in sharply, fingers curling into fists. “Yeah, okay, but you do need me to grant you because consent is a thing,” he muttered teasingly as he pressed his forehead against hers–he’d clearly be down for anything she wanted, but Brandon’s smartass-edness was rubbing off on him apparently. 

He was a little taken aback when he heard her soft tone, as opposed to the sharp, threatening one he’d become so used to. He chewed his lip and averted his gaze, catching her eyes when he looked back at her. “Who would I repeat it to?” he murmured, smiling a little. He sighed. “Does this…really have to be a one time thing? I mean…if I like you and you like me….and no one knows….why not do things like this more often?”

[mkahki-blog]

While traditional gender roles had played their part in her childhood, Ahki had washed her hands of them as soon as she had become more or less independent of her parents. Dong Ahki did whatever the hell she wanted. No stupid old-fashioned rules were going to tell her how to live her life. She was hard-headed and stubborn and selfish, and that won over anything. That was her priority--making sure she was content with herself. If she wanted something from her parents, she’d play the part, but only for as long as it took for her to get what she wanted. As soon as her needs and wants were sated, it was business as usual.

She rolled her eyes, glaring sharply at him. Here she was, being all fucking vulnerable around him, and he was making her out to be a bad guy. She wasn’t completely evil. He knew it too--he was just fucking with her, and that made he even angrier. But she loved it. Giving each other a hard time was their normal. Neither of them was ever given a break, and that was the expectation. “Hey, shit-for-brains,” she muttered caustically, looking into his eyes with a lot more warmth than her voice implied. “Grant me the ability to kiss you again before I punch you in the gut, you stupid asshole.”

She rolled her eyes a little. This was why she was rarely gentle with him (besides the fact that she hated being too nice to people). He was acting like it was the end of the damn world or something.  “I dunno. Your group. I don’t know how close all of you are...” she mumbled back, taking her turn to refuse to look him in the eye. She sighed a little, curling up more against him, admittedly a little glad that he had brought it up so she wouldn’t have to. Of course, she was Ahki, so she couldn’t just say that. “I’ll consider it and get back to you,” the girl grumbled, closing her eyes again and doing her best to lock herself away from the intimacy. He was being too nice. She didn’t know how to react to that.

[mk-jiae-lee-deactivated20160603]

Jiae had the dance studio to herself and her earbuds in her ears as she ran through the choreography she was trying to figure out before she could teach it to anyone.  She thought that she was alone until she caught sight of a person standing in the doorway in the mirror. “Oh…um hello,” she smiled at the person in the doorway, “Can I help you?”

[mkahki-blog]

“You’re who I talk to about choreography, right?” Ahki asked, crossing her arms over her chest and eyeing the other woman. She knew Jiae from her training--the girl had had a few sessions before her debut. But she was just now hearing that Jiae was a choreographer. “Are you the one in charge of choreographing Chemistry’s debut? Because if so, I have some bones to pick.”

[mkxnari-deactivated20160524]

there was nothing better for nari than buying (secretly) snacks from the vending machine while she was having a break. and today she had someone with her making her mood go up but, unfortunately, the machine broke after the other took the food for itself. ‘’See what you did? Now I can’t manage to take my food. I’ll die.’’, nari said, trying to pretend she was mad.

[mkahki-blog]

Ahki wasn’t really one for social interaction. She was bitter and moody and had a terrible attitude--she was hard to be around and that was how she liked it. People were trouble and annoying and she could do with out them. It was one of those rare occasions where she broke out of her bitter little bubble, though, and she found herself spending time with one of the trainees. “Kick it. It’ll give you something eventually,” Ahki replied with a shrug, opening her own bag of chips apathetically and taking a bite.

[wassupbrasil]

[wassup-diary-deactivated2017020]

[mkahki-blog]

@mkransom

“Pass me more of those chips,” Ahki grumbled, making herself comfortable as she leaned on him, remote in one hand as she surfed through the channels. Time alone with her best friend was scarce, and they’d finally gotten a moment together to just chill out and take a step back from the hectic life of an idol. She hated it with all of her being, but she missed him. “Pick something to watch or I will, and you’re not gonna like it.”

[mkseokjung-blog]

Ahki wasn’t really as bad as she seemed either. She was just spoiled. She was used to getting everything she wanted, so the company not giving her that probably–no, definitely–didn’t help her mood and demeanor. Once you got past all that, though, she was pretty nice. Full of herself, but nice and funny. And a really good singer. Not that her group ever really let her show that off. And really, he didn’t mind so much that she got past his walls. He was confident she wouldn’t ruin his life with it, which was always nice. 

This was something he could probably get back at her with later. She was curling up against him. She was cuddling him. Thinking about how much effort she was putting into pretending to hate it cracked him up. And it felt nice having her wrapped up around him. “Sure you didn’t. Do you want more of this pretty little tongue? Because I can grant that much to you…” he teased, trying to get a reaction out of her, a giant grin on his face.

“Hey, Ahki?” he mumbled after a while, hand rubbing her back gently. “I….I know you didn’t want to talk about this but…..I…can we? Kind of? A little?”

[mkahki-blog]

She couldn’t help how she was; it was how she was raised. Everything she’d ever wanted had been handed to her on a silver platter, for better or for worse. When things didn’t go her way, she got cross and childish. It was stupid, but it was just how she was. Actively changing her behavior meant changing herself. It meant looking in the mirror and looking at all her flaws, and she didn’t want to do that. No, no, it was much easier to be a pain.

He was going to let her have it about this in the future, and she knew it. She was making herself sickeningly vulnerable, and it was going to bite her in the ass. And the worst part was that she didn’t even really care. Not with him, anyway. It was the absolute worst. Scowling at his teasing, she took hold of his face angrily and kissing him hard, rolling her eyes as she pulled away. “If I wanted more of it, I would have taken it. And I did. I don’t need to wait for you to grant me anything,” she said poutily. She knew she’d walked right into his hands on that one. And she knew that if he’d kissed her again, she wouldn’t have minded so much.

Sighing, she glanced at him. She wanted to snap. Starting a fight was easier than being mushy and stuff, but he was anxious right now. She could see it. The unfamiliar side of him made her heart skip a beat, and the desire to protect him only swelled within her. “I’m not just doing this to pity you, you know,” she finally said quietly, an unreadable expression on her face. “I do like you. And this is nice. Repeat that to anyone and I’ll cut your tongue out, but this is nice.”

[mkmisook-blog]

“Okay, well, we need to stop biting people.  Even if you feel challenged by them,” as much as she tried, she couldn’t hold back the small giggle that formed at the thought.  She didn’t think that this would be a conversation that needed to be had, but here she was, telling a teenage girl not to bite someone.  “That doesn’t matter, Ahki.  You really do need to stop doing it.  I know you hate being treated like a child, but that is something a kid would do.  If you want people to treat you like a young adult, you have to start acting like one.”  Misook knew that it might not be what the younger wanted to hear, but it was true.  She was always sure to treat the maknae as she would any other adult, but other people didn’t seem to get the message.  If she just stopped some of her childish behavior, the manager was certain that other people would treat her as she wanted them to.  “Well, I guess you’re stuck with the long hair, then,” the elder shrugged her shoulder, brushing off the conversation.  “Look on the bright side: you won’t have to do something cute constantly.  Just a few hours today, not very long.  I believe it’s a group practice, so just the four of you.  But I still expect you to actually practice.”

[mkahki-blog]

“Those two don’t qualify as people. They’re too annoying and disgusting. Like two yappy little dogs. Except instead of them biting me, I got them first. Survival of the fittest, right?” Her arguments were stupid and juvenile, but so were her relationships with both Seok and Brandon. Though, moreso Brandon. Her relationship with Seok was a little more complicated than that, especially as of late. “I only do it around them. If I acted grown up around those two, they’d tease me more. They’re different,” she argued, shaking her head. Besides--Brandon was the most childish person she knew. He was a twenty-one year old eight-year old. “I wouldn’t be if you didn’t keep shooting down my brilliant solutions,” Ahki pointed out crossly, sighing deeply. “If I don’t actually practice, Tia will complain and Zhen will get pissed, and I’d rather not fight with her today. She’s aggravating when she’s mad and I don’t have any opportunity to escape from that this afternoon.”

[mkmisook-blog]

“When did you bite–?” The manager stopped herself, shaking her head with a light laugh, “Actually, I don’t want to know.  Just, you know, don’t bite people anymore if you can help it.  I don’t need you to get in trouble for something that could easily be avoided.”  Misook liked to believe that, aside from the packed schedules and constantly making sure that her girls were doing what they should be (aka, her job), she was pretty easy going.  She didn’t like to punish them when they stepped out of line, didn’t want to anger or upset them in any way.  She was certain that there were worse managers at the company, even if she was one of the more strict ones.  “As cute as I think you would look with short hair, again, it isn’t up to us.  Ask your stylist what they think, okay?”  Reaching over, she gave the girl a gentle pat on the shoulder, flashing a small, sympathetic smile.  “That’s not entirely true! Your comeback is going to be much more mature; not a pigtail or ribbon in sight.  Kind of like Automatic, you know?”  There was a pause as she glanced to her phone, “Half an hour.  Then we can go grab some dinner before practice.”

[mkahki-blog]

“A few days ago. He said I wouldn’t. Which solidified his fate and meant I had to. I bit Seokjung too. Both of them deserved it for doubting that I would,” Ahki replied, shrugging a little. “I won’t get in trouble. That would require them telling people that a cute little seventeen year old girl bit them, and that’s not going to happen.” Besides. She’d done worse to Brandon without him telling anyone. One time, she was pretty sure she broke one of his toes (although that had been accidental). “I don’t want to do that. Yejin hates me. Joonki is grumpy. Haejin is too happy and it pisses me off. I don’t want to ask any of them,” she grumbled, listing them off on her fingers. “I’ll still probably have to do something cute. I hate it. How long is practice today? Do you know who is running it? Or do we have free reign?”

[mkseokjung-blog]

Very few people knew how awkward and anxious he really was; he was clumsy but he hid it well. Brandon knew, but they shared a room–that made sense. Brandon was like his unofficial mom. Hyoji–his other unofficial mom–knew too, but she was the manager, so that made sense too. Somewhere along the way, Ahki had found out, but he didn’t hate that as much as he thought he would. She was not a delicate person, but she was delicate about it.

His fingers traced her back gently and he closed his eyes–he knew she didn’t want Brandon to see them like this, but he realy wanted her to stay. He was feeling sleepy, and having her like this made him happy. He hated being in his dorm room alone, and he wasn’t freaking out now that she was here. “Did you just call me pretty? How sweet of you,” he mumbled back, yawning and pulling his blankets around them. He knew she had to leave eventually, but he was content holding her hostage there, at least for a little while.

[mkahki-blog]

At first, she’d bought his ruse. She’d thought he was stupid and cocky and an asshole, and she’d probably still think that if she hadn’t hung around Brandon so much and found out how he really was. And it was clear to anyone that was close to him that he used that bullshit cocky attitude to cover up how scared of everything he really was. She wasn’t taking pity on him, no, but she felt like he needed her. He needed someone to protect him, and Hyoji had other people to worry about too, and Brandon was incompetent, so it was her job. Or, it was now. She’d just decided.

She shivered a little, burrowing her head closer to his chest and scowling as she made him wrap his arms tighter around her with a little tug. This was stupid. Cuddling was stupid. So why was she enjoying this so much? It was stupid and didn’t make any sense. Plus Brandon could come in at any moment. She rolled her eyes at him, pressing her lips into a thin line. “Oh, shut up. I didn’t mean it like that,” she grumbled, closing her eye hesitantly. She wasn’t going to sleep, of course, but she could rest a little, right? That wasn’t so awful?