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[rvhoon-blog]

❝ wild thing — hoon & daejung ❞

@rvxdaejung

days when legacy’s schedule was jammed to a full pack, even a speck of nothing could make jihoon irritable and stressed to everything surrounding him. maybe it was his older age that made it hard for him to keep up with boys filled with young energy, but he got nothing to complain, as they were all a family that bubbles happiness over the grey shade in him. and when they all arrive over the legacy’s dorm, jihoon decided it would be best to retire in his room at the place rather than drive himself home in an empty apartment in that frenzied state. 

cigarette scented breath, he locked himself in after lighting up one stick and was already falling asleep on the couch by his room. everything was a mess, as it always is in his room by the legacy’s dorm — never in most of the time, only occupied on random nights when the manager feels like it, thus, never took special care of it. empty cartons of marlboro scattered on the floor, few crushed beer cans, and unmade bed, it was in an inhabitable state. and while jihoon tends to fuss over everything, he was too tired to notice, lazily unbuttoning his polo shirt one by one, the heaviness of his body evident in his actions. 

the door to his room creaked open and he never bothered to care himself over who intruded, after all, it was just him and the boys. with only the last three buttons left, he laid his head back to the couch and shut his heavy eyes for a quick second before speaking, the familiar scent of the other male alerted jihoon. “what do you need dae? go sleep, i have no energy to continue watching over you.” he muttered bluntly, questioning as if he was oblivious to the reason for the special visit.

[rvhoon-blog]

@rvsoojung

and she stood from the sidelines, watching her older brother's rehearsal stage by the audience, immediately drawing a smile on jihoon’s lips. he didn’t have to worry much about his role, trusting daejung to be mature and professional enough to work things by himself, without a manager by his side every single time of the day. striding, he stopped track and greeted a few fans that said their hellos to him, his offered charm earned a number of giggles and shook his head in amusement, then settling for the spot beside soojung. 

quiet till daejung hit the highest of note, the older finally spoke, smile never leaving his lips. “ain’t your oppa cool?” he muttered a question as he loosely slipped an arm around her neck, leaning most of his weight on her, just because. “ah, i wonder when will i see you on that stage too. you should grow taller so you could debut soon y’know?”

[rvdaze-blog]

@rvxjungsik

strutting down runways, the world became his stage and the public are his audience — turning to a model had admittedly not been on kyungho’s plan all along, but somehow, along the way, it became his way of living. strict diet, almost to the point of starvation and grueling hours of work with so little pay were the hallmark of a runway’s model lifestyle, and he hated everything about it. however, landing on the right agency, his career was on full swing and he became the image of beauty, a jett-setter that dominated the fashion world. but it is no secret that behind the beauty and glamour the pictures and prints portray, a world of sin falls behind camera. wrong decisions ended him up with a bad circle, the spiral to destruction was something he never wanted to go down again, and maybe, that was the reason why he can never truly love a model’s life.

and yet, he can never stray far away from it, and with a choice number of people, it was something more than bearable — jungsik being one of the few friends he made in the frenzied and fucked up world of fashion, a junior whom he had found comfort working with. reminiscing cut short, awoken from his stupor as the door to his dressing room creaked open, the older model shut his eyes to a close, evidently telling whoever entered that they were not welcomed at the moment, anyone who worked with daze would had understood without a word uttered. but the presence stayed and kyungho felt that they had no plans of leaving, and he was forced to open his eyes, orbs laid on the man before him, the other’s visage quickly earned a huge grin across the model’s usually expressionless features. “oh? what’s mister big time model doing here?” he asked, feigning innocence despite the fact that it was his own personal request to have the younger on the same shoot as him. “trying to steal my advertisement away, kid?”  

[rvdaze-blog]

@rvxblue

public establishments are something kyungho never truly enjoyed, deemed far too uncomfortable to his liking, too crowded for him to actually spend his time in. but on occasions, the local patrons would be surprised to see daze walk in the town coffee shop, ordering his favorite latte drink with his typical resigned expression, glasses on to shut him out of everyone trying to peer at him. sitting by the window, across the empty table at the farthest corner, the idol was busy scrolling through radioactive’s website to notice the presence before him, supplicated by curiosity with heirs to advert his attention away and onto the male that had already sat across him.

[rvdaze-blog]

@rvchiwon

disbelief disguised as nonchalance, the older stared at the younger composer sitting beside him as rain continued to drizzle down outside radioactive, the only hindrance to his escape from chiwon. fleeting thoughts and murderous desires, all he wanted to do was to kick him out of the room, and something more — a bit more darker and a little more violent if he would be honest. only chiwon could irk him the way he does and sadly, kyungho couldn’t really do anything about it. 

“can you please stop whining? it’s not like i want to be stuck here with you too. complain to the ceo if you want, blame him for having to pair us up for a song.” cold air in and heavy breath out, he shook his head in dismissal, slipping a pair of earbuds into his ears, ignoring the lack of music produced, simply wearing it to send the message of not wanting to talk again across to the other, and as his eyes shut, he hopes that the other would be mindful enough to understand.