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— ( ❖ ) THE FOLLOWING ARE NOW ON HIATUS !

MINAH, JUNHYUNG — until 010614

SUHO, THE J — extended! until 010614

CHOI SUNGMIN — until 010614

KIM HIMCHAN — until 060614

EUNJUNG, SUGA — until 060614

#!minah #!junhyung #!suho #!thej #!sungmin #!himchan #!eunjung #!suga #!snu:hiatus

cube-junhyung:

I have no idea why I’m doing this.

As much as the statement was repeated in his mind, it was false each time. A green bag of candy was held in his hand as he walked down the stairs of the Cube building with light steps, listening in on any noises closing up on him to give him away. He knew she was down there— she spent more time dancing than anyone he knew. To confirm it, he heard her solo songs playing earlier. All he had to do was get into the dance studio, place the bag of candy down and return up to the recording studio where he was originally seated. That’s all he had to do, but the idea of getting caught in the midst of the mission was what had him hesitating.

He knew why he was doing this. The bag of Japanese candy in his hand was her favorite. Konpeito; little star shaped sweets that she munched on back whenever they had practice together. The little convenience store nearby that sold the candy had closed years ago and the availability of the snack in Korea became scarce. For those reasons; he couldn’t resist buying it when he walked by a Japanese tourist attraction earlier that day. He wanted to give it to her; in fact, he just wanted her to have them, much like all the other times he had secretly left her an item anonymously. He didn’t want her to know it was him who had bought it for her; the idea of a smile curving onto her lips at the discovery of the candy alone was enough to convince him of the deed.

Hearing the music stop was the perfect opportunity to sneak into the dance room. He peered inside; making sure the space was vacant before he walked in with quick steps, placing the bag of candy on top of the music player before exiting just as quickly as he entered. He went upstairs, grabbed his things before closing the recording studio, opting to head out back to the dorm to eliminate the possibility of getting caught if she decided to search for the gift giver later.

It wasn't enough.

Actually, it hardly ever was to her. This move was a half-second off. Her facial expression was odd here. The move there wasn't as precise as it should've been. Her endurance was weak. Hyuna's list of imperfections were endless but the imperfections were encouragement and inspiration as well. Just as she believed the criticism of those who disliked her were ways to improve, so were her own judgment calls and she could only climb higher.

Continue extending her hands toward an almost impossible to reach goal. She preferred it that way, for her goals to have no end because her dream did not possess one either nor did she wish it ever to. But it often became tiring, draining, and at the end of the day, she had her moments of weakness, breaks filling in her time when she could've kept dancing.

At the very least, she could be pleased with the fact that it had been her choice and hers alone to continue practicing in the manner in which she did. Not for a particular solo or unit or comeback but for her own sake as a dancer, as a performer, as an entertainer.

Was it satisfying? Sometimes. On the rare occasion she felt as if she had perfected a song to the best of her extent but still she would practice it again and again. Was it fun? When she wasn't alone and that brings everything around to the next question— was it lonely?

Of course. Especially when she had a solo and even when she was in Troublemaker with Hyunseung. As close as she had become with him, it wasn't the same. With the two of them alone most of the time, Hyuna still yearned to be with 4minute. To dance with the group she had come to know as family. More than family.

As she nearly dozed off while leaning against a vending machine down the hall from the practice room she chose that night, she regretted not asking along one of the members or the dancers. But tonight was about her. The way she felt the need to move with the music as if her heartbeat was held captive by the beat, something she hadn't felt in a while despite her best efforts. But when the 4minute member returned to the room, arms stretching behind her, there was not an ounce of regret remaining in her body once she spotted yet another random present left behind for her.

Initially, the anonymous gifts had drawn too much suspicion to be trusted but with each one, with each item that hinted at how well the person had to know her and of her preferences, she felt . . blessed. Watched over— which should've been creepy, in all honesty, but to her it was precious, heart-warming, and definitely a form of encouragement she hadn't been aware she needed.

What she could give in return was certainly nowhere near as uplifting as the gifts were to her but until she could find out who it was— and she had tried countless times, running around the building in search of the person— it would have to do. The room fell into darkness again when she left but the note and the small, folded star she had left on top of it were bright enough to her, a glimmer of the origami paper catching her eye as she shut the door with a smile, biting on one of the equally colorful candies already and mouthing the same words on the note.

Thank you.

#!sp:someone's watching over me #!junhyung #{ cries at the length sorry whoops feel free to scroll past guys #submission

JunAh C:

Give me a ship and I'll tell you:

who cooks: Hyuna, because she's used to doing things for Junhyung when she worked for him so—

who does the laundry and other chores: both, except they both ask each other to do some for them and it ends with her using Pikachu against him

how many children do they have: Pikachu.

who's more dominant: Hyuna, sometimes Junhyung

favorite nonsexual activity: reading together in silence, she normally massages his head

their favorite place to be together: at home, they feel awkward in the office at times except when Hyuna teases him before she brings in a client. She had to stop because she got distracting

any traditions: escaping the office to eat lunch at a nearby park, taking a walk and ending it by buying coke at a convenience store— whenever she shakes her can and sprays it on him, he protests but when she jokes about licking it off, he stops talking

their song: A Bitter Day jk jk don't have one

what they do for each other on holidays: Hyuna would do something silly like give him a cake shaped like a coke can or something and he'd offer to clean for her

where did they go on their honeymoon: probably no honeymoon, but if they did, maybe Heukyang. she'd consider visiting her family's graves with him

where did they first meet: Eulsa, when she took on a mission that involved him

what do they fight over: silly things, but when he's having one of his moods, Hyuna relents to most things as long as he's okay

do they go on vacations, if so, where: it's difficult for hypnotherapists to take vacations if their clients need constant sessions so not too far, probably just a day off would suffice

#!askprompt: junhyung #!junhyung #{ didn't reblog but junah and it's cheyne yolo? }

{` ☆ — words you can't hear

Time was a fascinating construct, really, but there was no method Hyuna preferred most than the parts of a song. A phrase, measure, bar, beat, verse, chorus, bridge, refrain, or a coda. A myriad of words available to denote the similar periods of time. A year can be stated in months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds with other measures in between and even more diminutive but no matter how she put it, no matter what unit she or anyone else chose, it would not indicate how it feels as times goes by.

A science to some, a matter of circumstance to her, and as she sat there in the back of the limo booked for the event, she was baffled by the fact that only one song — one single song — had finished since he got in. Barely finished. It had barely finished and she could feel the awkward tension crawling along her skin, goosebumps lining her bare shoulder. At least she could attribute it to the cold air lingering in the space they were seated in but she'd have no excuse once they stepped out.

As the next song played softly in the background, she forced herself to swallow down a sigh. If it slipped out, he'd surely misunderstand. The sigh wasn't because he was her company instead of Hyunseung, although she was shocked to learn of the change, but because she struggled with how to even greet him. A simple greeting, she couldn't manage at all yet she used to be able to do so cheerfully, smiling at him whenever they were in sight of each other.

There was no one to blame but herself or, more so, that was how she felt. If she hadn't been so adamant about refusing his offers to take her out, if she hadn't been vague, if she had asked Kikwang to tell the others about their relationship, would hers with Junhyung have been saved? Probably not. Maybe it was always hopeless. To think that she could have things both ways. To be with Kikwang and hope to remain close to Junhyung, considering his feelings towards her. Selfish. Yes, that was the best way to put it. She was selfish and now she couldn't tell him what she most wanted to say.

I'm sorry.

Sorry if she somehow led him on. Sorry she couldn't say yes. Sorry she didn't tell him the truth, but mostly sorry she didn't try to let him know she still cared regardless. To her, he was dear, precious, a friend she didn't want to let go of.

Back then, when she was nervous about each stage, when she didn't have 4minute beside her, she had him. Despite the odd fluctuations in her behavior, from being immersed in her own world to jumping around excitedly, he stayed with her through it all and she missed it. Missed him.

But those were words she was still afraid to say. Words he couldn't hear.

"The new B2ST album is amazing. You . . you're a good producer," were the only words she could offer as another song reached its coda.

#!words #!junhyung #{ nearly all my titles are song related or song titles orz

— you were a mission { nothing less, something more } ;

Some, if not most things, were easier said than done. Gain his trust and determine if he is a threat. Absolutely an example of what is easier said than done. By what she'd gathered of him, he didn't trust easily or often and he had been studying to become a lawyer. If there was one thing she'd learn about those in pre-law, they either loved to argue or were good at lying. Those that were gifted in both areas were the trickiest but not the most elusive. In her opinion, men were men. People were people. Fulfill certain needs and they were yours but someone who studied Psychology and worked in the field would know that best.

And that brought her to the very reason she was moving into a small condo in Eulsa. Back in the city she ran away to within a few months. It was rumored that this Yong Junhyung was obtaining information from those brotherhood members who had not completed their training and subsequently withdrew themselves from the organization — the polite way to say they were not qualified and kicked out as a result — or those who had seen too much already, choosing to leave for their sanity or pride, whatever reason it was.

How was an assumption and why was a greater source of confusion regarding the hypnotherapist. If he was a human after all, why risk his life to practice on mutants that previously pledged their allegiance with those who did not support cohabitation with his kind? The issue that arose if the suspicions of herself and the brotherhood lingered in the back of her mind as she sat in his waiting room, magazines strewn across a table in front of her, untouched by her gloved hands. Instead, she held a can of coke in one hand, her other hand tapping the end of her pen against the open notebook in her lap, pretending to be writing to herself instead of taking notes of the patients in the room along with her.

When he called her into that room, she'd be prepared, she was sure of it despite the fact that her foot was lightly tapping against the carpet as well. What could she say? It was still her first mission no matter how prepared she was.

#!past: you were a mission #!junhyung