#ft. jinyoung

[lgcxnoeul]

on and off

Noeul felt a sliver of imposter syndrome when he had stepped on set several hours ago, but the lively energy surrounding the set had helped ease his anxiousness. He was as inexperienced as they come and the other models were much better suited for his role. None of the modeling workshops could prepare him for the actual on set experience. He felt fawned over and invisible simultaneously. It was an odd feeling for him that for once he didn't want to occupy too much space, or be forgotten either.

Somehow, Jinyoung had chosen him to represent his brand. He still hadn't had the opportunity to thank him in person after he had been notified that he had been chosen to shoot a commercial and a photoshoot. He had jokingly asked if there were another Noeul in the company. He wanted to establish good rapport with the older man, but he would be satisfied with simply walking away by the end of the day without embarrassing Jinyoung, the brand, and himself.

Anyone that knew Noeul could tell that he was taking the shooting seriously with his usual playful nature left dormant, traded for active listening and following the director's guidance, wide-eyed with determination. It wasn't until a fifteen minute break was called to adjust for the shifting light that he felt like himself. He remained on the court, attempting to spin the basketball on his index finger like he had seen in movies. On his fourth attempt, the basketball dropped onto the asphalt and rolled towards Jinyoung.

He raises a hand to wave him over, quickly dropping it back to his side when he figures that he should seize the opportunity and strike a proper conversation with the man. "Do you play?" He points towards the basketball, flashing a warm smile. Maybe casual was best despite the amount of questions he had to ask the man. "I have a tendency to lose badly every time I do with my friends. I'm much better when the ball is on the ground..." 

@lgcjinyoung

[blackoutromance]

DATED: LATE AUGUST 2025 LOCATION: A SHARED DORM ROOM AT SON FOOTBALL ACADEMY, GANGWON-DO — feat. @lxckystrike

the camp smelled like sunblock, grass, and whatever snack crumbs the under-10 squad had left behind after lunch. in gangwon-do’s summer heat, the turf shimmered in the distance like a mirage, but the kids were still running drills with the kind of boundless energy that made dani feel both proud and exhausted. mornings were for warm-ups and skills training, afternoons for scrimmages that somehow devolved into giggle-fits and half the team chasing butterflies instead of the ball. she loved it — the squeaky voices calling her coach dani, the high-fives, the tiny cleats squeaking on the field — but after hours in the sun, the quiet of the counselor dorms was supposed to be her reward.

"could you please," dani groans from the top bunk of their shared dorm — the only co-ed counselor room in the entire football academy, because apparently, the logistics gods decided her father should have a say in it. which, of course, means jinyoung is here too.

it’s not like they’re strangers, and that's by no choice of dani herself — at this point, their dads have practically merged them into one organism, the footballing equivalent of siamese twins. she’s long accepted that she’ll probably be tripping over him until she’s eighty. her own personal, football-playing labubu permanently chained to her existence with that goddamn nightmare-ish smile. her teammates love it, and in truth, it actually makes her sick to her stomach to read some of the texts that cross their group chat when they've too many aperol spritzes and let their intrusive thoughts about how they really feel about jinyoung win — and that's when she has to be a bad captain and mute the group until the next morning when it's all apologies in the form of he's only kinda hot, dani unnie, please unblock us ㅠㅠ we need you to send us tomorrow's formation!!!

still, it’s insane that two fully grown, twenty-two-year-old captains are being treated like summer camp bunk buddies. the rest of the staff gets their own quiet space, and she’s stuck here, sharing air with him, and she has absolutely no clue what crime she must've done in a past life to be subjected to this.

she’s halfway through painting her toenails a fresh coat of varsity navy blue when the sound hits her — the sharp crinkle of plastic, followed by chewing that is slow, deliberate, and infuriatingly loud. her eyes flick toward the other side of the room, landing on her airpod case clipped to her duffel bag, approximately forty light years away.

she sighs, audibly, letting the air leave her lungs in a way that’s halfway between a groan and a prayer for patience. she pauses — the same kind of pause she’s learned on the pitch when she wants to yell at a ref but knows she’ll regret it later.

funny how she’s having to apply her game-day emotional management skills to cohabiting with him. leaning over the side of the bunk, she dangles upside down like some annoyed, nail-polished spiderman until she’s eye-level with him.

"please. jinyoung. i know you love tim tams — and i respect that, i do. but you don’t have to eat them like you’re filming a slow-motion commercial for them or something."

[orange-sandeul]

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