#hakveon

[snghykks-blog]

▲ hakyeon! ( too lazy to log in 😅 )

hakyeon and sanghyuk get stuck in an elevator together.

"wah, hyung, i'm so excited to perform, are y—"

all of a sudden, a rattle followed by an unwelcoming clunk, almost as if the planet itself had screeched to a halt, and nothing were continuing chronologically except... the less-than funky elevator music. no way. just moments before their concert was due to start, and both hakyeon and sanghyuk were... stuck in an elevator?

almost synchroniously, both members slip their hands into the constricting confines that were the pockets of their performance attire, desperately tapping away at phones to find some way for the other members to recognise their absence and let the fans know they were unceremoniously missing.

"uhh, hakyeon hyung... do you think they'll realise we're in here? what if they start the concert without us and think we're just slacking off?" sanghyuk's expression is laced with worry, the thought of disappointing their loyal fans rendering his heart more broken than any elevator.

[solarkm]

@hakveon:

contact : fresh face solar-ssi

( ✉ kkt )   ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ ( ✉ kkt )   sorry sorry, i shouldn’t laugh ( ✉ kkt )   but i think you’ve got the wrong number ( ✉ kkt )   and how did you manage to punch yourself? ( ✉ kkt )   i hope you didn’t hurt your face tho, fresh face-ssi : (

[ ✉️ » shiny hakyeon oppa ✨ ] …… i dnont remmebri   

yongsun gazes down at her phone and at the unsent message, peculiar confusion drawn against her features. she knows what she wants to say yet it’s as if she can’t find the willpower to type - ‘don’t laugh’, ‘i accidentally slipped in the bathroom and knocked my cheekbone against the faucet’, ‘i have a boo-boo, hakyeon oppa’. as much as she adores beer, there’s a reason why she doesn’t allow herself to drink past two bottles: one more sip of the bitter sweet liquor running down her throat and she’ll be damned close to death, nearly certain that she’s dreaming. fingertips clumsily clutching through the open pockets of her handbag, she takes a deep breath and dismisses the idea of taking out her wallet, instincts grinding her down to press the dial button instead. 

will he answer? she's unsure. does she know who she’s calling? not quite. 

[kwonmna]

@hakveon:

[ text; ] I BROKE EVERYTHING

contact : maeng-maeng

( kkt )   wee-woo wee-woo ? ( kkt )   i think most of all it’s your mentality that’s broken ㅋㅋ ( kkt )   are you okay tho? ( kkt )   maybe it’s not as bad as you think? ( kkt )   send me pics! i’ll be the judge

[ KKT ] YAH!!

{' despite feeling nervous about the mess she'd made, having accidentally broken one of her group's trophies from their recent promotions, she can't help but laugh at the inital response that the older male sends her anyway }

[ KKT ] oppa -- i'm serious! ㅠㅠ [ KKT ] ah but really maybe my mentlity will be broken too i'm going to be in such trouble.. [ KKT ] but i remember you said one of your members did this before too... and you all forgave him? ㅋㅋ [ KKT ] i just want to know where he got it fixed..

{' with a heavy sigh, she attaches a picture of the broken trophy to show the male }

[ KKT ] ..it's not hopeless right? ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

[jvngtkw]

“You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.”

Fluff Starters

「Current Status: Accepting 」

It was comforting, to say the least. The way the older male’s fingers gently carded through his dyed locks of copper almost lulled him to sleep- if it weren’t for that singsong voice that haunted his nightmares. In all honesty, Hakyeon was his best friend, his life long friend as the other so claimed to be, but it didn’t hurt playing around with the older male every now and then. A calm expression soon appeared over his face as the main vocalist turned to the leader, his usual piercing eyes softening with a playful gleam as he spoke in a melodic tone.

“Thank you. I used your special shampoo, after all.”

[ieuijin]

（ つ Д ｀）

kaomoji headcanons: accepting!

（ つ Д ｀） : When your muse is sad, what do they do?

When she’s feeling down in the dumps, she’ll make it known she’s down in the dumps, be it through her facial expression or her own words. Her dips in her mood don’t usually last for long, though. She’s very mood swing-y and food or a flower or a pair of socks is enough to get her happy again. There really isn’t much of a routine when she’s gloomy except that she just dwells in that sadness for awhile before reverting back to her normal self.

[prkmcha-blog]

hakveon:

“Yeah, I am sure that you’re n-not drunk.” The elder mimicked, though without humour.

Cha Hakyeon was no fan of alcohol. Anyone around him, or even fans were well aware of this fact, and the female in front of him reminded him the exact reason why. People often lose control of themselves when drunk, and especially people like him, who gets intoxicated easily, it was the worst. Of course, he, himself did not know her side of the story. After all, she was a stranger to him, having just bumped into each other in front of the washroom as he attempted to find the exit door of the restaurant. ( It was like a curse, he always lost himself in front of the washrooms rather than finding the doorway out. )

“You should go home,” he advised, turning away to leave. However, he found himself unable to step away from her, spinning back hesitantly instead. How could he possibly leave a drunken girl there? Pressing his lips together unhappily, he tapped her on the shoulder, hoping it’d be enough to gain her attention from her reveries. “If you came here with your friends, I could lead you back to them.”

Anyone who knew Micha personally knew she had the same views as the male's when it came to alcohol, she didn’t like drinking or getting drunk. She did it for the social aspect but very rarely, and on this occasion the doctors in her department were having a small Christmas party before the busy holiday period sets in for the hospital. Micha was small, meaning that one or two glasses could be enough to make the poor girl tipsy but tonight was different. She had only taken a few sips of her wine before feeling like this, maybe it was the alcohol percentage of the wine but either way she wasn’t feeling like she should. She wasn’t even sure how long she’d been in the restroom for before she decided to exit it, but she knew it had been longer than 15 minutes, she wasn’t even sure if her party were still at this restaurant.

“I-I should go home,” she nods in agreement to the male’s words before leaning back against the wall nearest to her. Her eyes were just barely open, this was why she never drunk, she couldn’t handle it. She was short and meek, not a good combination for a girl like Micha who was vulnerable in every sense of the word. “I came here... Wi-with a party of doc-doctors,” her words broken by small hiccups caused by the alcohol. “I’m not-not sure if they’re still he-re,” she points over towards the table where she was sat at previously.

[zenotheio-blog]

"What were you thinking?"

( ✶ ) random starter sentences: accepting !

Hungry. That’s all that had been on his mind, really. All that he had had on him was some leftover currency from his own kingdom, and none of that had seemed to get him food. His stomach had been protesting, aching to finally be satisfied again. The longer it lasted, the more painful it had started to become; was it possible to get a headache out of hunger, too? He wouldn’t know; hunger had never been a problem to him before.

It was then that he had spotted the plate. Left unguarded, Zeno had wasted no time but to quickly grab it and walk off, leaving behind some of his own money as a quiet ‘thank you’. All of it had seemed so perfect inside of his head, but it was no more than a few seconds later that a hand is wrapped around his wrist, just when he was about to sink his teeth into the bread. Who else could it be but the owner of the meal? Had he seen him walk off? Or was it simply another stranger? Maybe if he pretended not to know, he wouldn’t have to deal with it.

‘Huh?’ Surprise colours his voice, stomach still whining for it to be filled. Oh, how much he wanted to just have a few bites. Everything would be alright, if only he could eat a bit. How long had it been since he had last done so? ‘What do you mean? I wasn’t thinking about anything.’

[seopremely-archived-blog]

“Will it make a difference?” // Welcome to ADN !

DELIVERY TO: @hakveon

“Of course.” Her answer was simple but enough to end the doubt of the male with her smile comforting him more. She gave a light squeeze on her grip that was holding onto his shoulder before patting him lightly at the back. As a sharp breath was inhaled, the rapper had her gaze rooming around the green scenery in front of them. He needed healing so she brought him out from the busy city life that they were both used to – away from the fame to be just normal people in their twenties who were both worried about their future in general. 

Jiwon wasn’t the type to talk a lot whenever anyone needed support, she rather showed it through her action instead since to her, words were only lies that people told to make the other find comfort but what truly showed sincerity was what they showed through every actions. Although she would rather prefer combining them both, she couldn’t find any words to say left regarding the situation that they were both put in. Turning her head back to the idol with her hands stuffed inside her jacket, she then leaned back on her car as a soft sigh emitted from her soft lips. “Don’t worry about it too much. I’m sure it’ll be alright. At least you tried. Be it personal matters or work, we can’t be perfect in both things. Humans make mistake all the time, don’t you agree?”