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no-makeup daehyun âĄ
reunion.
[ @aronrk ] the resurgence of aronâs presence comes with a sense of relief, a joy that radiates outwards, that soaks his bones. after an absence, though, the feeling amplifiesâhe hasnât seen his former student in a couple of months, which, he finds, is enough for a thin shell of nostalgia to harden, to form around the edges of his smile.Â
itâs both sweet and subtle, yet has a much larger effect within the walls of the same room where they once met, the same place daehyun gave lessons.
 and he wants to hear the progress heâs made now that heâs signed to such a large companyâhe wants to see how time has tethered itself to his voice, to his skills. perhaps, he thinks, heâll hear his own stitches.
so he grins at the keyboard, ready to move forward after catching up with his friends. âso, which song would you like to sing? i want to see how good youâve gotten.â he adds a pause âif i have to worry about a possible rival.â
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@rksnghyk:
sanghyuk thinks he needs to put a lease on all of jaekyungâs toys. the amount of times the girl just loses them is astoundingâ and while he really doesnât want to meander the streets this late at night, the sight of her tearful eyes and sniffling nose made his heart melt instantly. and she knew it tooâ knew all of the tricks in the book to have sanghyuk wrapped around her teeny, tiny little finger.
he grumbles, glancing around the streets with his phone clutched in his handâ a picture of jaekyung holding a fuzzy black cat plush, looking for any sight of the toy. heâs already checked a variety of the buildings sheâs went to on errands with her father, and he canât manage to catch sight of it on the streets either. âwhere could it be? did she drop it in an alternate universe or something?â
shaking his head, he scuffs his sneakers on the ground, flickering his stare up as he squints, continuing to look, when he canât catch it immediately, he flags down a male walking, a tired smile on his face as he bows his head at them. âsorry to bother you, but have you seen this toy?â he lifts his hand and points at the cat in the picture, a hopeful look on his face as he peers at the other. âitâs my sisters. she lost it earlier today and sheâs sure itâs out here.â
the night stretches into one long minute, drowsy and cool, static with a newfound emptiness; it finds him when he turns a corner, attacks in silence and leaves him hollow, leaves him wandering around, eyes flickering from point to point. interest has fled and its remains are scattered, stretched so thin that daehyun canât focus. he can only hear the quiet hum of his thoughts as they buzz around like lost bees. another corner comes and daehyun feels himself reset; the same thoughts turn over; the same emotion grips and squeezes, another cycle to complete. he loses track of time, knows it passes only by the press of his bones against skin. then another figure appears from his side, brings the light of random chanceânot quite warm, though steady enough to follow. and even if heâs never seen the toy, he smiles at the picture. âno.â he admits, turns to look at the man. âbut i can help you look. whereâd she say she lost it?â
                R âą Y âČ L
    perhaps one of the most brutal judges  within the entertainment industry, so jisub, ceo of royal entertainment, a south korean multi-media    agency most popular in western countries, strives to perfect the vocals talents of its trainees     and scout talented musicians globally.         a good percentage of royal      entertainmentâs trainee base are            international artists.    due to fierce competition, it is also not easy     to debut if placed in royal entertainment.Â
star qualities,
âI hope so anyway. I mean, I guess Iâm not that old, but still, Iâd rather hope that theyâd pay more attention to my dancing and singing than that.â she was certainly optimistic about her future, especially when in front of someone who was living the dream that she wanted to follow in. She was excited to continue down that path, and maybe in a perfect future, sheâd be able to train with a company, either with Daehyun at Royal, or somewhere else. She didnât really have a dream company, she would just be grateful someone gave her the chance to prove herself. âOh! That is good to hear, then. I hope we get to see you on stage soon!â
âi hope so, too.â he returned; retreated into reverie. the feeling washed over himâthe warmth of desire, the sharp lines of knowing. daehyun wanted to perform so badly but he knew heâd have to train longer, would have to put in more effort; heâd have to give his all for his goal, could only hope that the hopeful he studied was the same way. his lips spread, presented her a smile; a sliver of white; the rush of youth, a reckless freshness like a breeze in a garden. âjust work hard, okay? and come see me when you make it in. iâll remember you.â he finished, swayed to the side, took a step back. there was nothing more to say, only time to waste until the next time; seconds to burn like flares. he turned to leave, tossed her a few last words. âiâll be waitingâremember that!â
clumsiness.
heâs hyper-aware of everything going on around him, and he thinks that even after six years of growing up in the buzzling city area of seoul, itâll never change the fact that he wasnât meant for this. it doesnât help that everyone in the crowd is so unforgiving, shoving into him and shoving him into others. heâll never get used to it, the idea of being so small and surrounded. so compact, and if he hadnât gotten over his agoraphobia from when he was a kid, this would have been horrid. as a rule of thumb, he never goes around in the day, around this time, mainly because he preferred to stay out of peopleâs way if he could avoid it, but this time he couldnât. he offers an apologetic smile in return to the other in front of him, âyeah, itâs pretty hectic â iâm still really sorry, though,â he canât help but apologise because even if it happens, it wasnât an excuse.
the apology continuesâthe stranger weaves it with honesty, extends it far enough that daehyun raises his brows, that he crafts a wide smile. itâs almost awkward to just leave, to break the small bridge of contact theyâve had; he thinks different for a moment but the rush around them continues and the crowd swells, their steps sways, their bodies press and push, inject daehyun with that same frenzied spirit; soaks him with an anxious lateness. he manages, though, to fit in a nod, to move to one side to dodge the stream of traffic; he even reaches forward and touches the strangerâs arm, gives him a small nudge so he, too, can escape the tackle of a rushed, suited man. âwatch out.â he says, a beat too late. âtheyâre out for blood today.â
{â± royal blessing; }
A red flag was appeared in her mind when she heard his request. After studying some popular trends among teenagers and young adults, she wondered what he exactly met when it demanded for matching shoes. She was a bit fidgety not too sure how to bring up the question without raising suspicion or attention on both of them. ââŠmatchingâŠ?â she mumbled. They had a bunch of those. Each pairs in the store usually arrived with different colors and patterns (sometimes, textures). It would not be so hard to tend to his demand. It was just that this demand could end up breaking into a scandal. She, like some of her coworkers, was fond of hi and were waiting for his debut.
âDaehyun-ssiâŠhow is yourâŠâ she bit her lower lip pausing in midsentence. âIsnât it a bit early to think about a Valentineâs giftâŠor is it for an anniversary of sortâŠis it for you? What kind of shoes? What should they tell people when those people see them?â
his head tilts and his expression falters, becomes clueless, almost innocent. he has to a blink a few times to fully grasp the situation, and even then he shrugs, isnât sure of where heâs gone wrongâmatching shoes donât have to be a big deal, he never makes it that way. though when she elaborates, he finds whatâs missing; what sheâs pointing at; whatâs been said and whatâs been assumed. itâs then that his lips purse, then that he chooses to focus on the fact that she knows who he is, instead. âah, so you know my name. and you worry about me, too. it warms my heart to see my fans being so caring.â and then he gives her a warm smile; a genuine line, stitched with light, with honesty. he ignores the employees in the background that squirm; he thinks he hears a squeal. âcan you recommend me a pair of sneakers, then? iâm looking for something eyecatching but not cheesy or awful.â
Daehyun rapping
{â± royal blessing; }
@areidrk:
Half hidden behind the counter, the rare few female employees had been staring at this young man in one of the rows. They were gushing over his features and other things that Alex did not quite catch when she reappeared from her inventory chore. She was not exactly starstruck; however, she knew exactly who it was. He was one of the most famous trainees out there. He was from that tycoon company known as Royal Entertainment. Unlike her creepy colleague, she took the opportunity to approach him (assuming none of the male employees had done it since they most likely would have been fanning over him). âGood eveningâŠhumâŠdo you need any help finding a new pair?â The American said after a quickly bow. In her head, she was slightly panicking. He was one of those trainees that made the tabloids (meaning he had fans).
the flocking was obviousâit was always sudden and out of place; something quick, like a glimmer, like beam of refracted light that came and went with motion. even if the seconds were long and even if the moments were slow, he knew this time would fade, would be muffled by the rest of his life, other events more loud, more demanding of attention. they had a short life, so he reveled in it, felt it was a prize won by his hard work. after all, werenât fans to be prized? so he smiled, soaked in the warmth of attention before an attendant walked over. he gave her a nod, another smile, body still heightened by the limelight. âyeah, iâm looking for two sets actually. matching, maybe, but not the same kind. more like, similarâknow what i mean?â
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heâs been here all of a week and really he should know the layout of the building by now. youngjae chalked it up to so much in his life changing at once, so much happening that he couldnât possibly keep all this new information locked up in his brain. he just counts himself lucky that he hasnât slept through his alarm and shown up late yet. it was a serious fear of his and not entirely unheard of for him. he thanks the technology gods that he can set multiple alarms on his phone, though he has yet to sleep through the second one yet.
but sleeping aside, he really needs to figure out how to get to the cafeteria from here, already wandered off of a path that was starting to become familiar. he regrets getting curious, of getting to bold and comfortable in his surroundings, and he really doesnât want to accidentally skip lunch because he was too lost to find his way there.
anxiety thrums in his chest as he considers asking for help from a senior trainee. would he be brushed off? hazed as the new kid? youngjae didnât want to take that chance, but he sort of needed to. at war with himself, he stood in the hall almost taking a step to find help, almost taking a step to continue wandering, and never quite committing to either.
he's just finished a private vocal lesson with mr.kim when he ventures towards the promise of food. his stomach grumbles and reminds him of his promise to take better care of himself, mostly for jongup but also for himself and for his health. he's in dire need now as the large hallways and tall walls swallow his figure, make him small and puny, chaos framed in neat lines, clean shapes. they had been intimidating at the start, but now they're bathed in a familiar warmth, feels like home as he walks through them. even the layout has become common knowledge, each shortcut and edged corner another mindless thought. these, though, had taken time, so he's far from surprised when he comes across a new face, someone he's never seen around the building before. his eyes are wide and he looks lost, an expression so similar to his own early days that it almost feels nostalgic. if there's a reputation he could have, it would be for showing kindness towards the newbies. in them he sees glimpses of himself and fragments of his own path. he approaches with a small, warm smile, holds back a bit of laughter at seeing the helplessness of the other's face. quietly, he says. âi assume youâre looking for the cafeteria? follow me.â and then he turns and gestures for him to follow daehyun's lead.
baby, it's cold outside
his breathing is even, heartbeat steady. everything is quiet, and for a moment the world seems to stop. and he closes his eyes for a second, because he has learned that the quieting of one sense heightens all othersâand he wants to feel this as much as he can, wants to remember the taste of it, the sound of winter breeze, how it feels to be absolutely in love and completely consumed by one person.
âi love you,â he tells him, something special like a grand revelation and an everyday saying like a good morning or an inquiry about the weather, âjung daehyun.â
and jongup wraps his arms tighter around him, playfully tighter and tighter and tighter until heâs squeezing him and swaying side to side. he smiles, and finds himself laughing, finds himself completely and irrevocably happy on a level he never thought possible.
daehyun melts into his armsâthings feel right, things feel warm; even when the cold batters from outside, tries to ruin the mood, to cool the heat. yet, there with jongup, he has all he needs to survive.
his lips part, let a small laugh slip through when heâs squeezed and he lays his head back on jongupâs shoulder. from there he glances up, forms a cheeky grin. âi love it when you use my full name.â he whispers. âit sounds so hot.â
and he pays little mind that theyâre outside, in publicâitâs past midnight and all people have been gone. the streets are quiet, almost deserted, and the sight in front of themâthe lit bridges and faded starsâis so tempting that he leans up, kisses jongupâs cheek softly.
` and i love you so,
for the moment, there doesnât seem to be more to life than this. hotel room with the temperature turned down in preparation for heat, soft breathy snores of sleeping pets, muffled noises of excited souls right outside their windowâeveryone waiting for the last ten seconds of the amazing yearâand jongup setting cups and plates and snacks and alcohol down on the floor.
excitement runs colorful in his veins, hearing the quieted buzz of people shouting and waiting and popping excitement too early; but only ever listening to the beat of daehyunâs heart.
so he can only really hear his footsteps, his breathing, his light voice when they speak little conversations, but jongup thinks its just as close.
he seats himself on the floor when everythingâs all set out, and checks his phone for a moment. feeling his clean soberness down to his bones and already very ready to say goodbye to it. âthirty-seven minutes,â he says, forgetting the last time he was this excited and felt this festive about the new year.
after the shower, he slips into new underwear and pulls on a tanktop. he joins jongup in the room while he dries his hair with a towel, walks inside to the image of jongup sitting; he soaks in the sight, feels a flutter in his heart that reminds him that he's the luckiest man alive.Â
they're in australia for a week, which, in itself, is a dream come true--visiting here has been an ultimate goal of his, but to do it with jongup and their babies is the best thing that's ever happened to him. consistency lives here, makes it safe, makes it pleasant.Â
it's even more exciting, he thinks, because in 37 minutes they'll be celebrating their one year anniversary, which allows him to smile and take a seat next to jongup where he gazes and stares, where his eyes fill with love.Â
his voice is quiet when he speaks, though consistent, steady.Â
"i'm so happy." he tells him, leans in to leave a kiss on his cheek before he takes a pair of beer bottles, unclasps their tops. he hands one to jongup, takes the other. "this past year was just the start of our story."
Daehyun, let the boy live!!!
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being as in love with you as i amâŠ
I am a pile of ideas, a pile of dreams, a pile of plans, a pile of doubts, and so many other things. I am a pile of piles and it is so overwhelming. Should I get rid of some piles? Should I climb them? Or should I just give up and hide inside them?