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jihoon
after spending almost three years with the same group of guys, all twelve of them, one would think that jihoon got used to how crowded things tended to get. you couldn’t have thirteen people live together and not have a few of them get at least a little bit antsy and hot under the collar about it. he still found himself getting overwhelmed by the number of people that piled into that dorm.
perhaps the greatest thing about being around so many people all the time was the fact that jihoon always felt safe. no matter where he went in the dorm, there was never a moment where there was someone more than a dozen feet away, and he found solace in that. especially on nights where his nightmares started up again.
he woke up really late - or really early, depending on how you looked at it, and the first thing he did was try to calm himself down. it was only a dream, it wasn’t real. you’re safe. he repeated the mantra in his head about a dozen or so times over, trying to make himself believe it, before he finally pulled himself out of bed. all he needed was a nice glass of water and a snack and he would go right back to sleep. or at least he would try to go right back to sleep.
he did his best to remain quiet as he opened the door of the room he shared with jaesung and theo, slipping out of it and shutting it almost silently behind him, before walking down the hallway towards the kitchen. his heart dropped when he heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen and his footsteps faltered as his mind began racing, coming up with the worst possible thing that could have happened. did someone break in? how did they even get in?
by the time he got to the kitchen he thought for sure he was going to die, then he realized who it was. he huffed out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck, before shaking his head slowly at the apology.
“it’s okay.. did you need some help, hyung?”
jihoon was one of the easier people to be with in such a situation, q supposed. at least it hadn't been tommy - the dance unit leader could be a beast if woken up at the wrong time - largely, q had found, any time ending in am. jihoon didn't seem angry, really, more bewildered. that seemed fair, all things considered.
q had found, upon recent reflection, that he wouldn’t necessarily call himself close with most of his members. he liked being in charm, of course, and for the most part liked his members, but even the ones he would call himself a friend to seemed closer to other members. jihoon wasn’t necessarily the first person he would think of when he thought of a friend, but he liked the boy.
he shook his head at the younger man’s offer. with any luck, he would manage without further incident. “i’m making tea. it might make it easier to fall asleep if you drink something warm.” he offered, cleaning up the wet spot with a paper towel while he was there. best not to risk another incident, or another pair of wet socks.
tommy
On the way to the campsite, the manager of CHARM had pulled him to the side quietly to suggest making some type of notice to the other male idols his dark presence if he is woken up early. Sighing as he grabbed a stick, Tommy began writing on cardboard that he ripped from the box that had contained his snacks for him and the other members of his group.
CAUTION: DO NOT WAKE TOMMY UNLESS YOU’RE XION…. SPAWN OF SATAN WILL EMERGE
He could tell that his face was getting red; Tommy wasn’t really the type to speak about his habits, but it was for the safety of the other idols? Looking up, he froze in mid-capping the permanent marker at the person in front of him. “What? It’s for protection of the other idols?” Tommy’s voice cracked in embarrassment, but what was written was completely true.
Q didn’t mean to laugh, he really didn’t. He normally wouldn’t have, but the blunt honesty of the postings combined with the fact that Tommy himself had been the one to post them had hit his sense of humor just the right way. Given his nature, Q hadn’t been subject to his unit leader’s wrath himself, but he’d been witness on multiple occasions.
“I’m sorry - it’s a good idea.” he assured, composing himself as best he could. “I was coming to see if your tent was coming along well and offer help if you needed it, but...” It was rather obvious his help was likely unneeded and probably unwanted, given his reaction. Suddenly he felt quite bad.
wooseung
dimensions probably made a grave mistake with releasing max into the wild to go camping. throughout the day, it was obvious max could hardly contain his excitement. he was energetic since it was a nice change from staying in their dorms or company buildings all day. the unity members all drifted off to find their friends, which is how he ended up choosing taeho and q as tent buddies. even the two charm members who were not confident about going camping in the first place are starting to enjoy themselves.
sitting in front of the campfire with other idols, max notices that the production crew has conveniently left out snacks for them. of course, the boy is naturally going to gravitate towards the food. he carefully roasts the marshmallow on top of the fire with a skewer, waiting until it’s golden brown. placing the sweet treat into his mouth, max hears his tent buddy calling out to him. his eyes widen as it shifts towards taeho. staring at the older male, he continues to chew. eventually, taeho looks away to focus on the camera crew. it’s supposed to be “reflection time,” but the youngest male is still full of energy. so naturally, he’s hungry after a whole day of activities.
the camera pans over to max for a few words. “ah, i wish we had ramen.” looking up at the camera, he replies, “oh, what do i think about the trip? it’s been awhile since i’ve gone camping. i used to go camping with my family a lot…” he chuckles, “ah, is that too sad? i really miss them…” he adds, “it’s really nice to hang out with q hyung because he’s also from new york.”
@qfmd
camping was turning out to be interesting. q had never been before, and frankly, he’d expected to despise it. he didn’t particularly enjoy bugs, and his idea of becoming one with nature was taking a walk and seeing a tree. he would have blamed his city upbringing, but max seemed to know just what to do. perhaps he should have invested a little more time into learning what he might need to do, but given that it was for television, he doubted he’d be thrown to wolves as a sacrifice, and there was a snack table if things got truly desperate.
overall, q was happy with his tent mates. taeho was a charm member he found it easy to be around, and max had such enthusiasm for everything he did. it had a way of lifting his mood, except, well, that.
what q wanted to say was that no, it wasn’t too sad, that max should talk about whatever he wanted, that while he couldn’t relate, max had all of his sympathy. unfortunately, that felt somewhat camera inappropriate.
“it’s definitely nice to hang out with another new yorker,” q found himself agreeing instead, even offering a smile. “you’re a better adventurer than i am, though.” turning toward taeho, his grin went from half present to more genuinely full. “it’s a great vacation - i’m happy i can spend it with you both.” that was a mix of truth - because obviously he was glad to share a tent with taeho and max, he’d chosen them - and a discomfort with the cameras. surely one or the other would say something more charming, and the cameras could focus on them instead. it wasn’t that he planned to pick his nose as soon as the cameras turned away or something, but it made him uneasy to be expected to be kind, funny, and sociable for the audience without more of the group there, even if the final product would be heavily edited and in all likelihood have about two frames of him.
@fmdxtaeho
CHARACTER FLAWS MEME.
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undynememes:
bold flaws your character has / italicise ones they used to have, or have partially. feel free to add more.
absent-minded / abusive / addicted / aimless / alcoholic / aloof / anxious / arrogant / audacious / has bad habits / bigmouthed / bigoted / blunt / bold / callous / childish / cruel / cursed / dependent / dishonest / disloyal / disturbed / dubious / egotistical / envious / erratic / fanatical / fickle / fierce / finicky / flirty / gluttonous / gruff / gullible / hedonistic / humourless / hypocritical / idiotic / ignorant / illiterate / immature / impatient / impious / impish / incompetent / indecisive / indifferent / infamous / intolerant / judgemental / lazy / lewd / liar / lustful / masochistic / meddlesome / meek / megalomanic / naïve / nosey / obsessive / oppressive / overambitious / overemotional / overprotective / overzealous / paranoid / peevish / perfectionist / pessimistic / phobic / rebellious / reckless / remorseless / rigorous / sadistic / sarcastic / sceptic / seducer / selfish / self-martyr / self-righteous / senile / shallow / smart ass / solemn / spineless / spiteful / spoiled / squeamish / stubborn / superstitious / tactless / temperamental / theatrical / timid / tongue-tied / unlucky / unpredictable / untrustworthy / vain / weak-willed / withdrawn
*around the campfire*
Max: Hey Q, want to talk about your feelings?
Q: No.
Taeho: I want to talk about my feelings.
Max: I know, Taeho.
Taeho: I’m sad
Max: I know, Taeho.
jace
feat. @qfmd
setting: charm dorms, march 2018
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧ “who the fuck left a condom wrapper on the table,” jaesung demands as he storms into the living room. this, unfortunately, was a somewhat normal occurance (at least, it felt like for jaesung). not the whole condom part, per say (though there were other occasions) but him storming into the living room demanding an answer to something that his members either didn’t want to own up to or have the answer. jaesung liked to think he was a practical person, sometimes- and technically, this was for practicality. “listen i know half of you guys are sleeping with someone or something, but i’d like to make sure manager hyung doesn’t start putting leashes on us to prevent us from doing anything but practice 24/7.” he says it on a whim, only to look around the room and spot q. he sighs, crumpling the condom wrapper and throwing it on the ground.
“well fuck. it’s the least likely one to be sleeping with someone.”
q was fairly used to the bustle of the charm dorm. with twelve other guys, there were bound to be misadventures on the daily, after all. so, he paid no mind when he heard jace yelling. perhaps some prank had rubbed him the wrong way or something. he kept his head down, assuming it was nothing to do with him, at least until his group member appeared in the doorway and entered the living room he'd been occupying.
it seemed like a fair enough statement, really. the members were all young, attractive men. it made sense that they'd be entangled. then jace seemed to realize who he was speaking to.
q opened his mouth, as if to say something in response, then closed it again. he supposed that the latter was as fair a statement as the former - when not onstage, q kept largely to himself. he cleaned up after himself, rarely spoke if not spoken to, and if he went out, it wasn't often to be social.
"that's...quite a superlative." q finally spoke, still a bit surprised. he shouldn’t have been, he knew jace, but it was quite something. "maybe running around the dorms yelling about half the group sleeping around might not be an effective way to stay off a leash either. manager hyung is probably here, you know. you should make a group chat or something." he bent to pick up the wrapper.
sunny side up
yunyeong
long lashes kissed the height of yunyeong’s soft cheekbones as he slept ; a powerful slumber allowing his pint — sized frame to sink DEEPER into the mattress that both he and qi were laid upon. whenever the two of them got together to watch a film, the youngest of the group would doze off after about an hour —— the scripted happenings on the screen before him allowing his mind to shut off, which in turn, led to a BLISSFULLY LONG snooze. however, he didn’t realize that he’d managed to fall into a stupor curled up next to his unit mate, and while sharing beds with his members wasn’t uncommon with him, he hoped that it would be okay with his hyung upon their awakening. however, that hadn’t happened just yet, and the warmth that radiated from the taller man’s flesh kept him sound asleep.
however, when the other began to stir, he did, too, but he hadn’t opened his eyes yet. still lost in dreamland, he turned over so the two were face — to — face now, and unbeknownst to the smaller, he nuzzled further into the source of heat ; his dreary delusions full of the HEART — STOPPING ROMANCES he fantasized about on a daily basis. not realizing who he was cuddled into, he smiled and leaned his head closer ; placing a gentle kiss upon the other’s lips, and right after he did so, the windows to his soul became alert ; his lithe frame backing up slightly so his vision could adjust to the familiar face once more. ❝ qi — hyung ?? ❞ he spoke, his voice tired, but laced with concern. ❝ w — whoa… i’m so sorry, i dunno what came over me… ❞ he apologized, one of his hands balling into a fist to rub the constellations out of his irises.
some people might have said the color red suited q. there was a particular shade, nestled somewhere between crimson and maroon, that complimented his coloring just the right way. that shade spread across his face in a split second upon feeling gentle lips press against his own.
“don’t worry about it.” he mumbled, withdrawing his arms, sacrificing the warmth and contact with his junior in favor of sitting up. “it’s really okay.” and it was, more or less. he wasn’t angry or hurt, but he was certainly awake now.
“i think i’ll make breakfast today. are you hungry?” he questioned, stretching. if they acted normally, they would both feel better about the situation, right? it wasn’t the first time he’d kissed a boy - or that a boy had kissed him, and yunyeong was... well, the closet had a glass door, even if one didn't know by word of mouth or the young man’s own announcement. it really shouldn’t be a big deal.
sooyeon
♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ —— with popularity, came its pitfalls. immeasurable amounts of hate, for instance. of course she’d thickened her skin and toughened herself up to it — it was only natural. she didn’t expect the hate to magically stop — that’d be sort of scary, really. but it still stung like a bitch when she got hate.
“everything about wish’s vivienne is fake. her face, her personality. f***, she can’t even put on an actual performance for her fans. all she knows to do is flaunt her plastic nose and hog the camera.”
it wasn’t the worst comment she’d ever seen — there’d been death threats, but this was the straw on the camel’s back. the last couple weeks had taken a toll on sooyeon physically and mentally, and everything had just built up instead of her. she’d excused herself from the waiting room with some excuse about feeling hungry and going to get food from a vending machine, ducked into a stairwell, and hugging her knees tightly to her chest, let out broken sobs.
she hadn’t expected anyone to be there — so immersed in her own thoughts that the hand on her back made her jump, quickly wiping her face dry on her sleeve. “wha-” she recognised the face almost immediately. q, one of the charm members. they weren’t close, with the man having a reserved nature, but she supposed they were friendly enough “sorry, were you going to be using this staircase for something?” god, she sounded pathetic.
“only walking.” q said with a slight shake of his head. his instinct to ask if she was okay was strong, but people who were didn’t typically seem to take to stairwells for a cry. he knew sooyeon - not intimately, but well enough that it was mildly embarrassing not to have recognized her, face showing or not. it didn’t seem as if she were likely to hold that against him in her present state, though.
q knew idol life was hard. he had his moments of almost wanting to give up, especially in the beginning. he also happened to know girl groups got more hate by far, and the nation's girl group couldn't be an exception. he assumed it had something to do with that. something he could understand, at least. not that he’d ask. it wasn’t his business, and if she wanted to tell him, she could do it on her own terms. or not.
“do you want some tissues?” he asked. he knew there was a box on a desk in the office he’d been in, and he was certain no one would notice them missing, or care if they did.
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@fmdchangki
q wasn’t always good with people. it wasn’t an overly edgy i hate everyone thing, he just felt awkward and wasn’t sure what to say a lot of the time. as much as most of what he said in interviews and online was about how close charm was, how brotherly they’d all become, how much he loved his members, the truth was, he wouldn’t say he was actually all that close to most of them. he’d defend them, certainly, and he knew he could have pulled a much worse dozen to be in a group with, but it was almost more of a cordial alliance than outright friendship in several cases. the group’s leader happened to be one of the members he wasn’t as close to.
q liked chang-ki. he was good with people - he didn’t quite have yunyeong’s way of taking a room by the hand, but he had his own charm. he was patient with the members, which couldn’t have been easy. while q wouldn’t have called them close, at least barring interviews, he admired his group’s leader.
in fact, the like and admiration stretched far enough that q had decided, in his own way, to try to get closer with the rapper, by way of creating common interests between them. that chang-ki liked overwatch wasn’t a secret. in his spare time, q had heard he went to pc bangs just to play the game. he wouldn’t naturally have called himself a gamer, having little experience, but q bought himself a copy of the game and did the same. in the end, he spent countless hours learning different heroes, getting good at his chosen line-up, and earning lootboxes. once he felt relatively confident, he made the request.
“chang-ki hyung, do you want to play overwatch today?” q questioned one morning, sipping a cup of coffee in an attempt at being casual.
seurat
seurat: if you can wear only one color with different shades for the rest of your life, which one is it, and why? (accepting)
Shades of black, no doubt. that ends up covering grey and white as well, so it would look polished and I’d look more like a professional than a power ranger.
van gogh
van gogh: where is your go-to positive place when you’re feeling down/sad and what do you usually do? (accepting)
I tend to take it to the dance studio. Listening to a song that just gets the way I’m feeling and coming up with choreography for it if it has none, or replacing it with something a little more authentic to myself if not, is an easy way to get out of my head and feel like I’m doing something, even if it’s not something I share.
gauguin
gauguin: what is one thing that reminds you of childhood? (accepting)
Xiu. It might sound strange, but seeing her face around as much as I have makes me think of when we were kids. Even without being able to spend as much time with her as I’d like, it’s just nice to know she’s close if she needs me - or if I need her. Not much has changed from childhood in that respect either - she’s always taken care of me just as much as I do her, if not more so.
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