#akio.

[lgcjunkyu]

outgoing message: ki 🐦‍🔥💝 @lgcakio

22nd march 2026

[ 3:11pm ] baby [ 3:11pm ] guess who's gonna be moving offsite soon [ 3:12pm ] so i'll need help decorating [ 3:12pm ] and yes you can add pokemon decorations too 💞

[lgcsungchan]

takedown.

starring: @lgcakio

akio was one of sungchan's most treasured friends, to put it simply. even now, with akio a debuted idol and sungchan himself still a trainee, he doesn't think it's affected them all too much. sure, they can't hang out as much anymore or dance and practice together for fun, but they still kept in regular contact and sungchan was thankful.

which is why, right now, he's forced the idol into a practice room to help him out. he needed a pair of fresh eyes to watch him practice and give him some tips. he felt like something wasn't working, and looking at himself in the mirror wasn't helping. he needed a fresh pair of eyes, which is where akio comes to the rescue. "i'll buy you food after this, if you help me. i need you to tell me what i'm missing here, it doesn't look right to me."

[lgcjunkyu]

outgoing message: ki 🐦‍🔥 @lgcakio

8th august 2025

[ 10:43pm ] hey [ 10:45pm ] it's me typing . . . [ 10:48pm ] it's kyu

[lgcjunkyu]

akio lingers outside the locker room longer than necessary, glancing down at the small, wrapped box in his hands. it’s a lego set he bought for junkyu months ago, back when things were simpler. back when there was not even a shred of doubt that they would celebrate his birthday together. now all that’s left is a bittersweet taste in his mouth and a box of legos he thought he would never actually get to give him.

he opens the locker, still remembering the code, and gently places the box inside. there’s no note, no card. just the set, tucked neatly at the bottom of junkyu’s locker like it might or might not belong there already.

he closes the door and walks away. it’s not until he’s almost outside that he backtracks and walks all the way to the locker room again. he rummages through his bag for a pen and notebook, scribbling a short note. he rips the page off the notebook, folding it neatly and placing it on top of the box. it reads: “happy birthday, kyu. i bought it this winter when i traveled to tokyo. i figured i might as well give it to you. hope you like it — akio.”

he contemplated saying nothing at all, letting junkyu wonder who left the mysterious gift, but maybe there’s a part of him that wants him to know that he still thinks about him. still cares, somehow.

it’s been so long since junkyu had really opened his locker, to the point where he almost forgot the code. but of course, he’s an idol. was an idol. muscle memory was still very much part of him. june 30th, the day of his birthday, but quite honestly– there was nothing worth celebrating today. it didn’t feel fun, didn’t feel like it was worth celebrating. because really, who did he have to celebrate it with? he was still recovering, still limping slightly and walking slow and trying his best to avoid people.

stood in front of his locker, he stares at it, the bubble tea stickers dotted around with the singular pokemon one that he’d stuck there, for reasons. reasons he chooses not to disclose to anyone other than that ‘it’s cute’.

it takes him a few moments to open the locker after punching in the code, but the moment he opens it, his head pulls back. inside lay a box, familiar logo of lego screaming at his face, but what catches him off guard the most is the piece of paper on top of the box. hesitantly, he reaches out for it, eyebrows furrowed as he picks it up and slowly opens it. the handwriting is all too familiar, he doesn’t even need to look at the name to know who it’s from. that ache in his chest grows, heart thumps harder as his body slumps against the locker beside his, hands shaky as he reads the note.

“happy birthday, kyu. i bought it this winter when i traveled to tokyo. i figured i might as well give it to you. hope you like it — akio.”

he can feel the way his legs want to give out, let his body slump to the floor but he couldn’t. he doesn’t allow himself to, instead using the lockers to hold himself up as his teeth bite into his lower lip. he feels like he doesn’t deserve this, he doesn’t deserve the gift, or the note, or anything. junkyu can feel the hurt still even through the note, but he knows it means something. he knows akio wouldn’t have left it if he didn’t want to, if there wasn’t a reason to.

the lego set goes straight into his bag, safely wrapped around his spare shirt while the note goes in his wallet. safe and round with him, even if he wasn’t physically. and that glimmer of hope that the two of them would find themselves back to each other grows.

[dreamfound]

open m \ f \ nb. muse : akio mackay, former olympic gymnast turned coach. silver medallist whose dreams of gold were shattered by a devastating injury. bitterness under the surface, feelings of inadequacy behind a cold and confidant demeanour.

“ no,  see,  that's  where  you're  wrong.  i  didn't  break  up  with  you  because  of  my  accident.  i  broke  up  with  you  because  you  got  comfortable  and  i  got  bored. ”  and  maybe  she  had  lost  herself  a  little  to  grief,  so  blinded  by  the  loss  of  a  dream  she  couldn't  find  much  excitement  in  anything  else. time could have solved all of their problems, but akio had never been a very patient person, nor very tactful for that matter.  “ and  you  just  accepted  it.  no  fight.  nothing.  you  just  let  me  walk  away. ”

[lgcjunkyu]

runaway.

name tag, with @lgcakio

with a bunch of cameras following them all around this huge village, junkyu trying his absolute damn best to ensure his name tag stays tightly snug to him. the competitiveness in him was brewing, and he already knows he's going to be on high alert throughout the whole duration. yet he knows he's an mc, and he does have to show that more through this, which is why he's trying his hardest to tune into the whole mc mindset. for someone who was more introverted, it was a little hard considering he was more reserved and felt like it was more difficult to make it more fun and enjoyable to watch.

he was in competitive mode, which means it was everyone for themselves right now. junkyu had already targeted seojin, and his next victim: akio. he just wonders if he'll even get close enough to him without him noticing and taking off, because those long legs of his definitely outdid junkyu's.

as the camera follows him and the mic snugged against his jacket, junkyu heads over towards akio slowly, waiting for him to appear in his eyesight. "is he there?" he mumbles to himself quietly, eyes averting to the camera for a few seconds. "i've already targeted seojin hyung, and next.. i think we're going to try akio. i'm scared he'll spot me first though and chase me because he'll catch me before i have a chance to run." he says to the camera as a laugh falls from him, quickly covering his mouth to try and stay quiet, slowly moving out of hiding sight and into akio's vision. "akio.." junkyu starts off, calling out audibly but not loud enough to alert others of where he was. "let's make a deal.. we don't take each others name tag.. what do you say?"