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@screamingsag-jwy
somewhere between his fifth and eighth shot of tequila, wooyoung decided that he had earned a trip to the spa. after giving his members a classic Irish goodbye at the pool, the dancer somehow retained enough coordination to get himself to the hotelâs sanctuary. ïżŒ
just as he was reaching for the door, it opened and revealed endless dark hair and eyes with the same playful chaos as his own. âWON-AAAAAAAAHâïżŒ
@wonyum
âïž >> @screamingsag-jwy
lisa: woo.
lisa: where have you been hiding these past few days?
lisa: should i admire the dedication to your mysterious era, or should i start wondering if i need to send a search party?
woo: duchess
woo: oh come on you know me well enough to know that Iâm easy to find ;) just look in the beds of the sexiest men nearby and youâre sure to find me
woo: but I can leave the boys lonely to spend time with my number one girl. care to join me by the pool?ïżŒïżŒ
Starter for @screamingsag-jwy Location: Oahu, fishing activity.
Jin had always been quite passionate for fishing, the sport being one of the few activities he did under the sun when he wasn't locked up on his appartment playing games until the early hours of the next day during his free time. In fact, Kim Seokjin loved fishing so much he even created a whole anthem, one that embarrassingly enough had reached quite the top of many charts unexpectedly. So, when the trip to Oahu showed a fishing trip, Jin was quite eager to join.
Usually the singer would drag one of his bandmates and friends with him, yet this time a new victim had been taken to be taught the art of fishing. "Isn't this fun?" Jin asked as he chuckled, the faint music in the background complimenting the sound of the water around him. "Have you ever fished before?"
in most situations where wooyoung was involved in someone's suffering, he was the cause of said suffering.
this time, he was the victim.
at first, the promise of spending time with a former coworker and beloved senior sounded amazing to wooyoung. but one thing that he did not consider was that fishing meant... fish.
slimy, squirmy fish.
"so much fun." he put on a brave face for the older man, hoping that he sold the act that he wasn't thoroughly grossed out, but then one of the other men on the boat reeled in a fish and wooyoung screamed when it flopped on deck. "....nope, but its so much fun. i just love seeing sushi before its time to eat it."
beomgyu: you bite your bandmate one time and suddenly you get labeled as a serial biter. beomgyu: how do you handle it? @screamingsag-jwy
woo: I bite harder ă ă
woo: biting makes them complain less about the kisses
woo: you just have to consider the overall strategy gyu-yah
Hongjoong might've stood a chance at preparing himself, had he not been wearing headphones, hunched over his laptop with a feral sort of intensity as he watched the beats play out in visual bars as he listened intently. His tongue clicked against his teeth, and he went to run it again, adjusting a fraction of a beat in the bridge he was working on. And again - another minor tweak. And again, until...
It wasn't the voice that made him jump; Wooyoung's shrill cries were nothing new, and background noise at this point. His headphones cancelled them out pretty effectively. It was the sudden light from the hallway, spilling into his darkened studio, shifting his world from black to stark white. Joong's chair slid back six inches, and he snapped his laptop shut in a way that might've suggested he had been caught in the act of watching something risqué, except for the way his head turned: eyes narrowed, lips turned into an exasperated frown, brows low on his forehead in a way that made him look both deeply exhausted and annoyed. Of course it was Wooyoung. "Do you really have nothing better to do tonight than jump scare me in my own studio?" Hongjoong grumbled, pulling down his headphones and looping them around his neck. A sigh followed his words, subconscious but clearly frustrated at being ripped from the flow he'd achieved. His hand went to rest protectively over his laptop, as if he were saving his work from Wooyoung's particular brand of chaos. @screamingsag-jwy
wooyoung giggled at his captain's reaction to his arrival. "well, that depends on your definition of 'better', hyung." without invitation, the dancer waltzed into the studio and closed the door behind him. "if you mean 'more productive' then, yes, definitely." he crossed over to hognjoong's desk then, leaning back against it with a level of ease that he had no right to after disrupting his leader and his work. "but..." he chides, "in terms of 'more entertaining', few things would be better than this."
the dancer was no stranger to being scolded. hongjoong had chastised him plenty of times for his disturbances during practice or at home. but right now, his leader seemed more exhausted than irritated. "when is the last time you ate, hyung? or drank some water?" he scanned the room for signs of nourishment, but only an empty bag of chips in the trash could be found. "if i called mom right now, would he scold you for not eating recently?"
he knew that it was playing dirty, threatening to call seonghwa, but his care for his leader was stronger than his desire to play fair. "what do you say we go and get something to eat?" he holds up a card then, one with hongjoong's name spelled out across corner of the matte black material. "my treat."
yunho: wooyoungie! @screamingsag-jwy yunho: let's go get snacks! yunho: i am so hungry! yunho: and i can't sleep. :(
woo: i need no convincing woo: i have joong hyung's card so it's on me hehe woo: meet me in the lobby?
woo: lili are you in town? woo: there's a cute new cocktail spot in apgu with hot bartenders and i need a partner in crime ;)
@yourlili
wooyoung knew better than to disturb his captain when he was in a flow state in the studio.
wooyoung also knew that a little trouble was fun from time to time.
so here he was, wandering down the hall in search of hongjoong, knowing damn well that hongjoong was already elbow-deep in producing the next comeback while they were still in the midst of promotions for BAD.
"joooooooongie hyuuuuuuung," he swung the door open to the studio, eyes training on the familiar beanie in the corner.
@captainhongistired
Wooyoung strolled through the apartment like it was his own, eyes wide and scanning for one person.
Seonghwa
âEOMMA,â he bellowed down the hallway, searching for the older man with the seriousness of someone who needed more than someone to play video games with.
@star-hwaa
wooyoung was exhausted. as much as he loved touring, it took a toll on him physically and mentally. he had barely gotten back from the airport when hunger struck and, too tired to figure out how to get his coupang app to work, he trudged to the cafe close by for a quick sugar fix before his planned 3-day nap. tired eyes glazed over the labels, tunneling on the words that suddenly felt foreign after being away from home for months. he reached in for a salt bread when a voice so familiar it sounded like a stranger filled his ears.
yeonjun.
once upon a time, he considered the taller man one of his best friends. now, they were like ships passing in the night at music shows. the last time they had spoken had been... coachella. one of wooyoung's proudest moments professionally but far from it on a personal level. a lot had changed since then.
wooyoung blinked, as if it might clear the image of his estranged friend from his vision, but he remained. "...hey." he slipped the salt bread onto his tray, more of an excuse to avert his eyes for a moment than anything else. "i didn't-..." truthfully, he didn't know what to say. was this an olive branch? or yeonjun's way of confirming that they were strangers for good? "i guess i forgot how i found out about this place." he forced a smile that was just as tired as it was awkward. "i heard about the wedding... congratulations. changbin told me it was beautiful."
his laugh slipped out low and uneven, more reflex than real amusement. âfigures changbin would be the one running his mouth. heâs got more talent for gossip than half the reporters out there.â the smirk that followed was faint, crooked, never quite reaching his eyes. yeonjunâs hand came up to rub along his jaw, buying himself a beat before his gaze drifted toward the window, anywhere but wooyoung.
âwasnât personal, you know. justâ he started, the words catching like they carried too much weight. a small shake of his head cut him off, like finishing that thought would open a door better left closed. his legs shifted with a restless shuffle, rocking side to side, body betraying what he wouldnât say out loud: the reason that wedding invitation had never reached wooyoung.
the pause lingered before he cleared his throat, voice softer now, casual in a way that felt almost forced. âso, tour life, huh? looks like it chewed you up and spit you out. i can see it all over your face.â
wooyoung let out a short, humorless laugh, gripping the edge of his tray like it was a lifeline. âyeah, you could say that,â he muttered, shoulders slumping a little. the salt bread in his hand suddenly felt heavier than it should. he studied yeonjunâs profile for a beat, the way he was tucked into himself, like he was carrying his own invisible weight. it made wooyoung hesitateâshould he press, or just let the silence hang? âi didnât realize people actually notice the chewed-up part,â he added, trying for a smirk, but it faltered halfway. âiâm still⊠surviving, i guess.â
he shifted on his feet, unsure whether to step closer or retreat back into the safety of his exhaustion. âyou, uh⊠youâve been keeping busy?â he asked finally, voice softer, curious but cautious, like dipping a toe into cold water. the words felt foreign coming out, polite and tentative, the opposite of what he would have said back when things were easier between them. he caught yeonjunâs eyes for a moment, searching for somethingâanythingâthat might bridge the distance that had grown between them.
san stood in front of a row of jackets, one hand absently brushing over the fabric of a sleeve while the other stayed tucked in his pocket. the mirrored walls caught his reflection from every angle, making him tilt his head like he was trying to see something that wasnât really there. after a long moment, he let out a quiet laugh under his breath. "how do people even know what looks good on them?" he asked, not looking at anyone in particular but loud enough for whoever was nearby to hear.
@seoulessrp
wooyoung lounged on the shopâs armchair, eyes following his boyfriendâs movements with amusement dancing in them. he wasnât the most helpful when it came to shopping, not because he didnât have the eye for fashion, but he thought the singer looked perfect in everything. âunfortunately, jagiya, Iâm the wrong person to ask.â he stands from the chair and walks up behind his boyfriend. hands gently loop around sanâs waist, his chest slotted against sanâs back. âIâm too busy picturing you with nothing on.â
yeonjun picked out a couple of cream puffs, careful to grab one he knew yuna loved, his hoodie still clinging lightly from the shower after practice. the soft hum of the bakery, the scent of fresh bread and sugar, and the gentle clatter of trays didnât slow him down, but it was a quiet kind of relief after the chaos of the day. as he turned toward the cookies, he froze for a moment, someone familiar was scanning the shelves a few feet away. he studied them, dark eyes narrowing slightly, lips twitching in amusement. his hair fell messily across his forehead, and he tilted his head like he was weighing whether it was really them or if his tired brain was playing tricks.
âstalking me now?â he asked, a small smirk resting at the corner of his lips, letting his tone hover just on the edge of teasing.
@seoulessrp
wooyoung was exhausted. as much as he loved touring, it took a toll on him physically and mentally. he had barely gotten back from the airport when hunger struck and, too tired to figure out how to get his coupang app to work, he trudged to the cafe close by for a quick sugar fix before his planned 3-day nap. tired eyes glazed over the labels, tunneling on the words that suddenly felt foreign after being away from home for months. he reached in for a salt bread when a voice so familiar it sounded like a stranger filled his ears.
yeonjun.
once upon a time, he considered the taller man one of his best friends. now, they were like ships passing in the night at music shows. the last time they had spoken had been... coachella. one of wooyoung's proudest moments professionally but far from it on a personal level. a lot had changed since then.
wooyoung blinked, as if it might clear the image of his estranged friend from his vision, but he remained. "...hey." he slipped the salt bread onto his tray, more of an excuse to avert his eyes for a moment than anything else. "i didn't-..." truthfully, he didn't know what to say. was this an olive branch? or yeonjun's way of confirming that they were strangers for good? "i guess i forgot how i found out about this place." he forced a smile that was just as tired as it was awkward. "i heard about the wedding... congratulations. changbin told me it was beautiful."
seonghwa let out a soft breath of laughter at wooyoungâs teasing, the familiar cadence of his voice grounding him more than either of them would probably admit out loud. âyou already do,â he murmured, smiling into the air. âeven when youâre being a menace.â he didnât pull his hand away when wooyoungâs fingers found his, instead turning his palm up to offer it more fully, letting their hands rest together in the grass. his fingers moved in gentle patternsâtracing lines, folding loosely between the youngerâs like it was second nature. it felt easy. not the kind of easy that comes from repetition, but the kind thatâs rare and unearned and sacred.
âthereâs a little place near the footbridge,â he said after a pause, eyes still fixed on the rippling water. âitâs small and quiet. youâd like itânothing fancy, just good soba and cold tea served in mismatched cups.â he tilted his head toward wooyoung, a slight smile playing at his lips. âwe can walk, if you want. or sit here until the sun makes us.â it wasn't uncomfortably warm, not yet anyway, but his friend certainly seemed to always have an appetite. "did you find a birthday present for san yet? or are you still looking for ideas?
seonghwa had always been a person of peace for wooyoung. their minds worked in similar ways, and the younger man found comfort in the type of quiet that seonghwa provided. it wasn't tense or lacking, just content. the gentle touch of their hands was but one example of seonghwa's ability to put wooyoung at ease without having to do much. "a few more minutes and then we can go." wooyoung said as his eyes fluttered shut. "i have but i'm nervous to give it to him, so i might buy something else and save it for later." wooyoung had always been confident in his gestures. loud when he wanted to be, fearless when the moment called for it, but that boldness was failing him this time. heâd bought the ring weeks ago, long before he had any plan for how to give it.
the breeze picked up again, brushing strands of hair across his face, and he let them fall where they wanted. he didnât open his eyes, just kept holding seonghwaâs hand like it tethered him to something gentle. the older never pushed, never prodded. he just let wooyoung arrive at things in his own time. âdo you think itâs too much to give your boyfriend a ring?â he asked finally, voice quiet and unsure in a way he rarely allowed it to be. "its not... not officially... you know... but it kind of is?"
Woo: you're so right Woo: anyways i need help picking out a birthday gift for sannie Woo: come help me shop and I'll take you to kbbq?
CaptainJoong: you do realize i'm the one who's gonna end up picking the gift, wrapping it and writing the card CaptainJoong: i expect premium meat CaptainJoong: what time?
Woo: I am perfectly capable of getting my boyfriend a birthday present thank YOU very much⊠I just need a little help from my papa đ„ș
Woo: Iâll give you galbi and whatever else you want!
Woo: can i come pick you up now?
Yuyu: Woo! Yuyu: What are you doing? đ Yuyu: Do you want to go shopping with me? Yuyu: Maybe also get some groceries?
@screamingsag-jwy
Woo: just a little cleaning... joong hyung has been on my ass about leaving my skincare out in the bathroom Woo: but i'm always down for shopping! can we go to the the bape store?
CaptainJoong: i'm always busy CaptainJoong: but that's never stopped you before CaptainJoong: what's up?
Woo: you're so right Woo: anyways i need help picking out a birthday gift for sannie Woo: come help me shop and I'll take you to kbbq?
Woo: oh hyungieeeeee
Woo: are you busy?
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