BUSAN PRIDE

jung daehyun, the boy with stars in his eyes & his heart on the sleeve. made in busan. former royal trainee, now flower boy reporter at MBC.

[daematos]

no-makeup daehyun ♡

[rkdaehyun]

reunion.

[ @aronrk ] the resurgence of aron’s presence comes with a sense of relief, a joy that radiates outwards, that soaks his bones. after an absence, though, the feeling amplifies–he hasn’t 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. 

it’s 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 he’s made now that he’s signed to such a large company–he wants to see how time has tethered itself to his voice, to his skills. perhaps, he thinks, he’ll hear his own stitches.

so he grins at the keyboard, ready to move forward after catching up with his friends. “so, which song would you like to sing? i want to see how good you’ve gotten.” he adds a pause “if i have to worry about a possible rival.”

[rkdaehyun]

helping out

@rksnghyk:

sanghyuk thinks he needs to put a lease on all of jaekyung’s toys. the amount of times the girl just loses them is astounding– and while he really doesn’t 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 too– 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 hand– a picture of jaekyung holding a fuzzy black cat plush, looking for any sight of the toy. he’s already checked a variety of the buildings she’s went to on errands with her father, and he can’t manage to catch sight of it on the streets either. “where could it be? did she drop it in an alternate universe or something?”

shaking his head, he scuffs his sneakers on the ground, flickering his stare up as he squints, continuing to look, when he can’t catch it immediately, he flags down a male walking, a tired smile on his face as he bows his head at them. “sorry to bother you, but have you seen this toy?” he lifts his hand and points at the cat in the picture, a hopeful look on his face as he peers at the other. “it’s my sisters. she lost it earlier today and she’s sure it’s out here.”

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 can’t 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 chance–not quite warm, though steady enough to follow. and even if he’s never seen the toy, he smiles at the picture. “no.” he admits, turns to look at the man. “but i can help you look. where’d she say she lost it?”

[rkcheri]

                               R ♢ Y ▲ 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           entertainment’s trainee base are                      international artists.      due to fierce competition, it is also not easy        to debut if placed in royal entertainment. 

[rkdaehyun]

star qualities,

[seulgirk]

“I hope so anyway.  I mean, I guess I’m not that old, but still, I’d rather hope that they’d pay more attention to my dancing and singing than that.” 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, she’d be able to train with a company, either with Daehyun at Royal, or somewhere else. She didn’t really have a dream company, she would just be grateful someone gave her the chance to prove herself.  “Oh! That is good to hear, then. I hope we get to see you on stage soon!”

[rkdaehyun]

“i hope so, too.” he returned; retreated into reverie. the feeling washed over him–the warmth of desire, the sharp lines of knowing. daehyun wanted to perform so badly but he knew he’d have to train longer, would have to put in more effort; he’d 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. “just work hard, okay? and come see me when you make it in. i’ll remember you.” 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. “i’ll be waiting–remember that!”

[rkdaehyun]

clumsiness.

[rkchxngjo-blog]

he’s 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, it’ll never change the fact that he wasn’t meant for this. it doesn’t help that everyone in the crowd is so unforgiving, shoving into him and shoving him into others. he’ll never get used to it, the idea of being so small and surrounded. so compact, and if he hadn’t 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 people’s way if he could avoid it, but this time he couldn’t. he offers an apologetic smile in return to the other in front of him, “yeah, it’s pretty hectic – i’m still really sorry, though,” he can’t help but apologise because even if it happens, it wasn’t an excuse.

[rkdaehyun]

the apology continues–the stranger weaves it with honesty, extends it far enough that daehyun raises his brows, that he crafts a wide smile. it’s almost awkward to just leave, to break the small bridge of contact they’ve 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 stranger’s arm, gives him a small nudge so he, too, can escape the tackle of a rushed, suited man. “watch out.” he says, a beat too late. “they’re out for blood today.”

[rkdaehyun]

{✱ royal blessing; }

[areidrk]

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. “…matching…?” 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.

“Daehyun-ssi…how is your…” she bit her lower lip pausing in midsentence. “Isn’t it a bit early to think about a Valentine’s gift…or is it for an anniversary of sort…is it for you? What kind of shoes? What should they tell people when those people see them?”

[rkdaehyun]

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, isn’t sure of where he’s gone wrong–matching shoes don’t have to be a big deal, he never makes it that way. though when she elaborates, he finds what’s missing; what she’s pointing at; what’s been said and what’s been assumed. it’s then that his lips purse, then that he chooses to focus on the fact that she knows who he is, instead. “ah, so you know my name. and you worry about me, too. it warms my heart to see my fans being so caring.” 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. “can you recommend me a pair of sneakers, then? i’m looking for something eyecatching but not cheesy or awful.”

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Daehyun rapping

[rkdaehyun]

{✱ 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). “Good evening…hum…do you need any help finding a new pair?” 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 obvious–it 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, weren’t 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. “yeah, i’m looking for two sets actually. matching, maybe, but not the same kind. more like, similar–know what i mean?”

[rkcyj]

minnow. youngjae&daehyun

@rkdaehyun

he’s 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 couldn’t possibly keep all this new information locked up in his brain. he just counts himself lucky that he hasn’t 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 doesn’t 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 didn’t 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.

[rkdaehyun]

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. “i assume you’re looking for the cafeteria? follow me.” and then he turns and gestures for him to follow daehyun's lead.

[xrkjongup-deactivated20191121]

baby, it's cold outside

[xrkjongup-deactivated20191121]

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 others—and 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.

“i love you,” he tells him, something special like a grand revelation and an everyday saying like a good morning or an inquiry about the weather, “jung daehyun.”

and jongup wraps his arms tighter around him, playfully tighter and tighter and tighter until he’s 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.

[rkdaehyun]

daehyun melts into his arms–things 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 he’s squeezed and he lays his head back on jongup’s shoulder. from there he glances up, forms a cheeky grin. “i love it when you use my full name.” he whispers. “it sounds so hot.”

and he pays little mind that they’re outside, in public–it’s past midnight and all people have been gone. the streets are quiet, almost deserted, and the sight in front of them–the lit bridges and faded stars–is so tempting that he leans up, kisses jongup’s cheek softly.

[xrkjongup-deactivated20191121]

` and i love you so,

for the moment, there doesn’t 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 window—everyone waiting for the last ten seconds of the amazing year—and 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 daehyun’s 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 everything’s 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. “thirty-seven minutes,” he says, forgetting the last time he was this excited and felt this festive about the new year.

[rkdaehyun]

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. 

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. 

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. 

his voice is quiet when he speaks, though consistent, steady. 

"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."

[55kumamons-deactivated20180325]

Daehyun, let the boy live!!!

[rksje]

LIGHTS (HOME)

being as in love with you as i am…

[55kumamons-deactivated20180325]

[wnq-writers]

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?

[everysongaday]

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