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[rklandon]

░▐ ★_SO FRESH, SO CLEAN 、

《 ★ @rktaeyxng 》 in a dorm full of twelve, with only two bathrooms, it’s surprising how they manage to fit everything in, including times for each of them to bathe. some days, yixing chooses to stop by a jjimjilbang or freshen up at the company. today, he thinks it’s a miracle that the bathrooms seem empty and clear for the taking. when he gets out, it’s a different story and more of the convex members seem to have come home. notably, he notices that taeyong’s come home from his newest photoshoot. 

in a(n) annoyingly playful mood, yixing purposely walks over towards taeyong’s room, covering his head with his towel just before he reaches the doorway and moving his hands around sporadically, willingly blinded by the towel as he calls out, “someone help, i’ve lost my face. is there anyone from the face shop here?” pulling it off, he peeks over the edge of the towel. “aa, that’s a lame joke, right? but my face is in some help. can one of the many good looking members of convex help me out?” 

[rklandon]

░▐ ★_UMPAH UMPAH 、

《 ★ @seungcheolrk 》 when he enters the dorm, earphones still on, he moves through all the usual motions with ease. taking off his shoes, putting on slippers, training bag left at the side so he can take it into his room after getting a glass of water from the kitchen. it’s the moments after he comes back that he’s the most predictable. today has one small big exception. volume higher than safe for his eardrums, he’s still bopping his head along to the song by fondant fancy as he walks to the fridge. 

the first sip is so refreshing he ends up downing the glass almost as quickly as he poured it and in perfect timing for the chorus. eyes closed while he moves his head to the beat, he doesn’t notice the other convex member only a few feet away from him, coincidentally home and near the kitchen just as he starts to dance. starting to sing along, he’s loud because he’s unaware of his own level, dancing around and facing the opposite way so he doesn’t realize until the chorus has already ended and he’s singing along to the next verse, turning back to pour another glass. their eyes meet and yixing could drop the glass in his hand if it wasn’t still technically on the counter. “uh... water?” 

[rklandon]

░▐ ★_GUITAR HERO 、

《 ★ @rkxroyal 》 the assignment for the month should have him locked in one of the dance practice rooms instead of strumming away at a guitar in one of the practice rooms designed more like a recording studio. there’s melodies, lyrics, rhythms, and beats he can’t keep out of his head. fingers than are more restless than his arms and legs, the ache to write or play overwhelming the ache to dance at the moment. putting the guitar to the side, he stretches his neck, groaning under his breath at how tense his muscles seemed. he might’ve been in the practice room longer than he thought. 

on his way out of the room for a break, or an escape, call it what you’d like, he runs into woohyun. grinning widely, he claps a hand on the other’s shoulder. “hyung! were you practicing late? are you heading home right now or taking a breather?” whatever woohyun’s answer is, yixing feels the need to see his hyung smile the way he did, or as close as possible, when they were out of town for the summer concert. there’s nothing like going back home but you can try to ease the homesickness, right? 

[rklandon]

░▐ ★_REFRESH 、

《 ★ @rkohsehun 》 when he first moved to korea, he was confused by the drink for the longest time. cider. isn’t it apples then? apples and cider were synonymous to him but he also thought of cider as alcohol so he went through weeks of his classmates talking about and drinking chilsung cider around him without yixing asking a single thing until he felt comfortable enough about being the new kid. it was meeting and having friends like sehun that built up yixing’s confidence back then and even now. 

unbeknownst to them, yixing relies on the convex members for his confidence. he doesn’t have to ask for it, doesn’t say much about it, but whenever he sees the other members, he feels it— he knows and feels that, as leader, he needs to be confident so he is. maybe he wouldn’t have gone a day not knowing what chilsung cider was when he was younger if he met all of the members back then. 

aa, no that’s not right. there’s no maybe about it. he wouldn’t have gone a single day without knowing because he would’ve asked, would feel comfortable enough from the start because this is their family now, whether they accepted it right away or not. knocking on sehun’s door when he comes back from the photoshoot, yixing jokingly holds out a competitor’s drink with a cheeky grin. “do you get in trouble if i take a picture of you with this?” but he has a chilsung cider just behind his back in his other hand. of course he went out and bought some when he found out sehun was going to help promote them, even if it’s momentary. 

[rklandon]

░▐ ★_PRODUCE(R) 101 、

《 ★ @rkjinwook 》 laying on his bed, yixing’s mind is restless compared to the number of things they have to do as a group of twelve this month. more gifts are in the works and yixing likes the idea as much as if they came up with it themselves, although part of him is sad they didn’t have more input on it but they’re a rookie group, a group that’s lost a member within months, not even one hundred days, so he understands too. fingertips drumming against his chest, eyes closed, and a soft hum as he tries to lull himself to sleep for once. slumber isn’t as cooperative or proactive as he is and eyes open within five minutes. 

turning on his side, he sees something peeking out underneath his notebooks and it brings him back to months ago, when he didn’t think debut was going to come as quickly as it did. the reminder brings him back on his feet, grabbing it and running to go talk to jinwook. a drumstick in each hand, he’s tapping in a short rhythm against the doorway in lieu of knocking. “hey, you’re still awake.” it’s rare to find any of the guys alone in their rooms too but different hours, different schedules. everything lines up eventually. “how’s the song arrangement been going for you guys?” plopping down on the bed opposite jinwook’s, he grins as he gathers the drumsticks in one hand. “need to borrow these? do you remember them?”