#!nova

[haknyeonrk]

i believe

@jungwoork​

despite it already having been months since the supernova project, and despite having already debuted, there was something that still irked haknyeon, something that he was still unsatisfied with (he wondered if he’d ever be satisfied with himself). the memory of hyunbin telling him that he was a terrible singer was still fresh to him, and the words had impacted him in a way that both hurt and inspired him. hyunbin’s words were true and valid and it pushed haknyeon on to do better, to prove to both himself and the people around him that he could do it.

the thing with haknyeon though, was that he never really quite knew when to stop (in the mgas he’d gotten nosebleeds, during the supernova project, it continued); and he wasn’t planning to. he’d been practicing his singing for months now would focus on trying to sound decent. no. better than decent. that along with his rapping and dancing. he didn’t want to be the guy that brought the group down, didn’t want to be the boy that gave a bad name to per_se, not when they’ve all worked so hard.

so that’s exactly how he finds himself in the nova training room during their ‘break’, body leaning against the wall and bottle pushed against his stomach as he attempts to reach a note. he lifts his shirt and notices how bruised it looks but it’s not the time to care about that, the real problem here was that there was only so much strength he could put into pushing his own stomach.

it’s then when he spots jungwoo and immediately he rushes to the older boy. “hyung!” he says, grabbing onto jungwoo’s arm and literally dragging him into the practice room. “i need your help,” and if it’s jungwoo, haknyeon knows he can count on him. “i’m trying to vocalise better but i can’t seem to push my stomach hard enough. could you do it for me?” he lifts his shirt, revealing the red marks on his stomach. “i’ll lean against the wall so all you have to do is push me really hard!” he looks at jungwoo, determined. 

[rkrxcky]

} another generation

@rkhyojeong

is it more surreal to be away, for three months, from the place he’d been training for five straight years of his life in cutthroat preparation to achieve his dreams, or is it more surreal to come back, after those three months, and find the place going about with business as usual, as if nothing had happened? the same familiar faces go about the same familiar routines; the workers of the food court look exactly the same, because most people don’t change much over three months, even when that three months genuinely felt like an entirely separate plane of existence. the same familiar trainers reiterate old criticisms in order to pile on the new. the same toilets are left alone for fear of being haunted and the same vending machines run out of the same snacks first.

but the air is different; two groups debuting, potentially before the end of the year, brings a new energy to the familiar bustle of it all. and then there are the new faces, bright and eager, young strangers promising another generation of trainees to replace the ones preparing to graduate from that same status. new faces, as always, make ricky nervous; he doesn’t remember how to greet them, is wary of doing it wrong and scaring them off, or, worse, of being scared off. there is only the occasional opportunity to introduce himself, to give them a proper welcome, sparse between the hours he spends practicing by himself and with the other members of the per_se lineup. it’s a valid excuse, but it does nothing to curb his surprise every time he gets a glimpse of a new trainee in a shining nova hallway.

the woman behind the counter serves him a generous scoop of rice with a smile, which he returns with a warm, vaguely timid one of his own. but it’s muted slightly, because he can feel the piercing gaze of the girl in line behind him, one of the new trainees he hasn’t met yet. he’s spent most of his journey down the food bar trying to ignore the strange feeling of knowing someone’s watching him and being able to do nothing about it. but he can only catch sight of her out of the corner of his eye so many times before it becomes impossible for him not to acknowledge her.

“hello...” he greets with a polite smile and a slight bowing of his head after stopping suddenly in his tracks and turning to her with his tray in hand. it’s awkward now, even moreso than it was a few moments ago, and already he begins to wonder if this was the right decision. 

can i help you? is the subtext, but instead he asks, uselessly, “are you...new to nova?”

[fuantei]

baby luchat ayato for @nerenai ★

[haknyeonrk]

together

@rkhugo

most would assume that when given time to take a break, the group members might decide to take some time away from each other. but that’s not exactly the case with haknyeon or per_se. in fact, despite the break that the group had been given after months of preparation and a month of back to back schedules, they still find time to hang out with each other in the midst of everything.

and when they’d heard about sphere’s event, they thought that it’d be a fun time to hang out with one another. haknyeon’s standing beside hugo as he looks around the area, watching as people walked around with the green ribbon t-shirt, ready to run. a part of him wished that he could’ve taken part too.

instinctively, he wraps an arm around hugo and rests his head against the older boy’s shoulder. “ah hyung, it looks like fun!” he says, gesturing to the runners. “wouldn’t it be cool if we could take part? but still, i’m glad that we got to go here together!”

[haknyeonrk]

morning call

@jungwoork

haknyeon’s still getting used to dorming and staying with the other boys. before he’d have his aunt wake him up to get ready for training, and if he refused to get out of bed she’d almost always splash water on his face. but it was different now though, now haknyeon would have either the hyungs wake him up or his loud alarm doing the job for him. he groans in his bed before he slowly gets up, still groggy.

as he stretches, he takes a look at the clock and notices that there’s still some time left for him to get ready. sleepily, he drags his feet towards the kitchen, face slightly puffy and hair messy. he’ll definitely need something to get himself started for the morning and while he knows that they can have breakfast at nova, he’s the kind of boy that needs a pre breakfast to really be in tip top condition. yawning softly, he gets up and begins to walk towards the kitchen. 

“oh,” he says when he spots jungwoo behind the counter. “hyung,” his voice is raspy, laced with sleep and instead of heading towards the food he’d been eyeing, he heads towards jungwoo instead. “hyuuuuung,” he says, as he finds himself standing behind jungwoo and snuggling into the older boy’s back for a back hug. sure, summer was hot, but it always felt nice to hug jungwoo like this. and haknyeon was pretty much an affectionate boy by nature. “good morning,” he greets, letting his cheeks rest against jungwoo’s shoulder as his arms curl around the older boy’s stomach. “did you sleep well?” he asks, slowly blinking his eyes.

[haknyeonrk]

you too?

@rkhugo

haknyeon’s generally a pretty bright guy. he’s usually seen with a smile on his face, walking through the hallways of the building with a slight jump to his steps. though after it had been confirmed that he was going to debut, his smile had only gotten brighter and eyes more determined than anything. 

as he walks into the practice room, he isn’t too surprised to see hugo there. everyone’s getting ready for debut and getting ready to show a better side of them to the public, they’re all trying their hardest to make this debut the best kind that they can. “it’s the visual rapper of per_se!” he greets, walking into the practice room. he’s got a bottle of water in his hand which he sets aside.

“you’re hard at work!” he smiles before he stands beside the older boy. “it’s starting to feel more real right?” he says, and he looks at hugo, eyes bright. he begins to stretch his arms as he speaks, “when people started congratulating me for making it to the group, i kept pinching myself!” he laughs. “my family kept crying when i video called them!”

[rkrxcky]

} airspace

@rkhuidong ; dated thurs. jun. 13, 2019

it was not a difficult feat for ricky to leave his apartment spotless on his way out, the way his landlord had requested. the few belongings he’d accumulated during his time in seoul miraculously still fit into the single suitcase, single duffle bag, and single backpack he was now piling just outside of his door. most of his sleeps, his meals, his mornings and nights were already spent at the nova building, occasionally at seocho, leaving little time for him to really live in the apartment he’d been renting with the help of old friends long gone. surfaces and cupboards were left without a blemish, as he’d first found them, because if he’d learned one thing from his parents, it was how to properly clean up after himself.

there were a handful of memories that couldn’t be scrubbed away from vinyl floors and balcony doors, people who’d spent the most time here, the firsts these walls had seen come and go, holidays and fights, hugs, pets, tears, songs. but he wasn’t one to willingly hang onto memories that made him more melancholy than he already was naturally. they were only ghosts of people and things and places that had already left his life; now it was time for them to leave his airspace too.

i’m all done, he messaged huidong, as the door shut behind him, slinging the straps of his generously stuffed backpack over his arms, then the duffle bag, across his torso. he tucked a pillow under one arm, a stuffed animal under the other, balanced a body pillow precariously on the top of his roller suitcase and began to move toward the elevator at the end of the hall, slowly and meticulously so as not to disturb his careful sculpture of life belongings.

“ah, it’s hot,” he complained in a mumble when he greeted huidong downstairs, at the curb. he’d dressed for the chill of the morning, wore a few of his bulkiest items to keep room free in his luggage for other belongings. the beginnings of the day’s summer sun seemed to laugh at him as it warmed his face.

“this is everything,” he could feel the excitement of the event settling in to replace the exhaustion of his late night scouring of the apartment, “will it fit?”