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* still alive

          { `if one had to hear the sounds coming from the individual practice room, they wouldn’t think that the keyboard is being played by a man with years upon years of piano expertise under his belt. Myungsoo produces a succession of notes, one awkwardly strung with another, to figure out his way through a new song idea, fingers hovering indecisively on ivory and ebony keys like a man feeling his way around in a dark room. thinking about having to deal with the news of Samsung’s buyout – right after he signed a contract renewal – on top of the usual demands of training does not help the singer’s plight at all. heavily distracted, the singer slams both hands on the keys for one last time which creates a dissonant noise. it fills the small interior for a short moment before everything fades into silence again. reclining on the chair, he lazily reaches out for his water bottle and takes a swig, just wanting the day to be over }

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* counting stars

          { `an active mind enjoys a good dose of brain exercises. but what is the result of frustration dissolving the notion of intellectual fun and adventure?

          answer: Kim Myungsoo.

          he’s not concerned about leaving his teammates behind to solve the mystery by themselves. arguing with strangers’ (mostly wrong) opinions is not something the singer enjoys doing, and the fact that he looks perpetually nonchalant about everything gives him an excuse to opt out of the activity before it even ends. after he’s had enough frustration from misleading clues and clashing opinions, Myungsoo excuses himself away from the group, and walks off to explore the hotel premises. paying attention to grass sounds better than anything that involves solving mysteries right now. }

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* floating, falling, sweet intoxication

          { /as someone who comes from a family of high-profile personalities in their respective careers, one might think that the male would have the inclination to indulge on lavish parties like this, but the distaste that bleeds from mask-adorned eyes is an indication of the opposite. the only pleasing thing about that night is the event's general aesthetic which fills his camera with pictures, along with the food that's far from the ramyun and kimbap he settles for almost everyday. other than the skin-deep beauty of the masquerade ball, everything else is irrelevant; Myungsoo is less than impressed about the fact that this is just another excuse for people to waste their money. feeling the need to escape this vague feeling of suffocation, the raven-haired man excuses himself from his family's table to walk around, and perhaps make better use of the time he's supposed to be spending on a bed sleeping. his way to the observation deck is interrupted by a female brushing past -- the camera slung over his shoulder sways a little from the collision, making him grip onto it with a quick hand } Watch where you're going. { /Myungsoo mutters before the stranger could recover from the incident, gaze fixated on the DSLR instead of her as he turns to walk off }

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chanyeolrk:

[ / you hear a deep voice calling out from behind you! ] hey, mister! [ / the voice is distinct and the boy who it belongs to is scurrying down the sidewalk, previously occupied by the thought of lunch before he had suddenly become preoccupied by the sight of a fallen item — a wallet, to be exact — that he grabs and chases after the suspected owner. ] d-did you drop this? [ / he asks, winded and struggling to catch his breath once he’s gained the other’s attention. ] it was back on the street there, and it looked like you had — i’m so sorry to bother you if it isn’t!

          { /he would’ve completely ignored the calls of the deep voice that distracts him from the music on his earphones, dismissing it as the stranger probably calling out some other person on the sidewalk, but the latter proves otherwise when he stops in front of Myungsoo. the trainee draws himself a step away from the other to glance at the wallet in question before he stuffs his hands on the pockets of his black sweatshirt. a mask conceals more than half of his face like the usual when he’s going out of the company’s premises, so all he responds with is a shake of the head, quietly confirming the answer to himself when he palms on the leather wallet still intact inside his pocket. after all, he’s never the type to be inattentive so as to drop his necessities in the middle of the street }

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♚ : flyer twelve.

rkseungyoun​:

(` dinner time is just around the corner and he’s about to head back to trc – the last one or two of his flyers in hand or not, he’ll find someone to take them off his hands on the way.  he’s travelled a lot of places and whittled down his stack rather quickly much to his own surprise, so seungyoun’s step is practically the swagger of pride as he holds onto the last two sheets of paper in his hand.  and he almost – almost – doesn’t pay attention to where he’s going, but years of quick reflexes and saving pizzas from either the idiocy of himself or others has him turning just at the right minute in a strange, out of place spin.  taking the chance [ and probably preying on this guy’s confusion ] he hands him one of the last flyers with a crooked grin. ) want a flyer from trc? cool stuff is going down and you’ll be the first to know about it!

          { `being away from the confines of Sphere’s building during training schedule gives him a sense of liberation, even though it might be just for several minutes when he wants to eat takeout food instead of the company’s sickeningly bland menu. he wishes he could stay out a little longer, but there’s a lot of work waiting to be done, rough edges needed to be polished as year-end evaluations draw near. Myungsoo is in the middle of his walk back to the company when he’s interrupted by a male shoving a sheet of paper his way. on impulse, he flinches back from the spin to keep them from colliding with each other, and stares blankly at the stranger for the next two seconds at the suddenness and randomness of it all. he pulls off a disinterested mien upon the mention of trc, but he takes the flyer nonetheless to prevent any further prodding. } Another sacrifice, I see. { `he mumbles mostly to himself in his twisted humor as he walks off, not even throwing a glance to the material in his grip. }

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* unveil;

          { /late nights out of Sphere are what keep Myungsoo sane; here, in the comfort of his apartment, getting buried in the soft couch instead of sitting on hard dance floors, has become his ultimate idea of rest. it might not be as grand as what his idea of a Great Escape used to be before Sphere, but the exhaustion constantly weighing him down seems to have also meddled with his personal taste, and he really can't find it in himself to complain further. it doesn't matter -- what matters now is that it's been a good night, made even better by the company of his cousin. }

          { /the only witness to the two men spilling tales into the cold of the night would be the disarray of soju bottles and beer cans on the table. his mind is already slightly muddled with intoxication, but not enough to knock out coherence in his system. } Can't believe you’re still alive. { /the passing thought slips past Hite-dampened lips. he doesn't deviate from the casual, laid-back tone even if he's joking, deadpanning as the younger shoots Rome a glance. }

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rkbaekho:

( /he’s been keeping a cold distance to Myungsoo ever since the trainee signed to the company, a hint of bitterness on his tongue whenever he looked at him, if only because of the circumstances of the other’s contract signing and with some influence from Jonghyun as well, but Baekho has never liked being distant or cold to anyone, even if he does kind of agree with Jonghyun’s logic, so when he approaches Myungsoo during their lunch break, it’s with an apologetic smile and a kind tone. ) Myungsoo, right? ( /he knows it’s right, of course he does, but he still says it anyway. ) I don’t think I ever properly introduced myself… In fact, I’m sure I didn’t. I’ve been colder to you than I should have. ( /he gives a sheepish laugh, a hint of guilt in there as well, before giving a bow. ) I’m Kang Dongho, but pretty much everyone around here just calls me Baekho. I know you’ve been handling yourself pretty well around here but I… just wanted to let you know… if you need any help with anything, just come and see me, okay? I’ve been around here the longest, so I know most of the tricks. ( /he smiles, a little brighter now. ) I’ll be happy to help any way I can.

{ /it comes as a surprise to Myungsoo how one (or any, if he were to be more honest with himself) of the senior trainees in the company has spared time to approach him without any productive intentions, especially when he’s aware that he isn’t exactly their favorite face around. he doesn’t really know a lot about the rest of the trainees in the company other than their faces labeled with the right names, and he doesn’t mind so much that he knows nothing past that. all he does when the other trainee speaks is to stare at him blankly, trying to figure if this is some kind of a dare or Baekho just likes approaching people and confessing his bad blood out of nowhere to cure boredom. there’s not much about his words that interests Myungsoo, but he blinks hearing that he’s the oldest among the pool of trainees in terms of seniority. it piques his curiosity, making him wonder if there really ever is a significant advantage to being a few notches higher in their hierarchy. } Okay. { /he says after a beat or two, not really knowing what he’s supposed to say to his kind offer — it might be handy one of these days, but he’s not very used yet having to do anything with his fellow trainees more than passing by them in the hallways or sharing the same practice room. } Well, I don’t need much help other than effective ways to bail out on dance workshops.

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rkhongjonghyun:

[/ he’s been approaching every single employee since the memo was sent out, every single employee no matter if they’re a staff member, coach, senior or junior trainee — he’s going up to every single one of them, laying his pride entirely aside to do what he feels is right] Kim Myungsoo-ssi … [/ he stops before him, his eyes downcast, unable to look him in the eyes or even lift his head, and he dips into a full 90 degree bow, a very strange and sudden act of strong respect and apology. this doesn’t look like the normal, charismatic hong jonghyun, and rightly so, especially after what his actions have cost everyone at sphere] I’m sorry for my actions and how they’ve affected you and everyone else. I didn’t think and acted immaturely and I can understand if you’re upset or pissed off at me and I will accept full responsibility for my actions. I’m sorry.

{ /the approach of the other trainee is much too sudden that it takes a few more seconds than normal for Myungsoo to process whatever he’s talking about. his demeanor remains devoid of anything when it dawns on him, finding that he isn’t drawn to any significant reaction necessary for the news and announcement that have spread like wildfire in the company. still, he thinks that the whole apology is amusing to see, that much he can’t deny. he knows that Jonghyun hasn’t tried to maintain any remote hint of camaraderie between them during training, something about him being so blindly defensive against Myungsoo’s rejection of the contract for the first time, which is kind of funny even if he couldn’t care enough to defend himself and his own choices. when the taller male mutters his last few words, Myungsoo hums in dismissal as he adjusts the straps of his backpack over his shoulders. } Sure. { /it’s tasteless when he speaks, because he probably cares more about his lunch later on than the SNS accounts he barely uses in the first place. } You’ll probably experience more of it soon enough, at least you got a headstart.