#hdyejun

[hdbohyun]

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, @hdyejun

"look, i'm not complaining, per se, but i feel like there could've been a better song to showcase our skills over gee, you know?"

they had just wrapped up their final run-through before mma in a couple of days, and bohyun can't help but feel that the song choice was off, especially knowing what girlnextdoor had in store for their next comeback. was this really the best way to show the potential of all of them?

"i feel like you guys got the better end of the stick. though, your idol may have been cooler," she admits with a shrug. bohyun could understand the why behind soda pop being chosen, with how well the brighter concepts are being received and all, but she still thinks it's a little cheesy.

letting out a sigh, she kicked off her shoes, quickly changing into the pair of slippers she always had on her. "guess i shouldn't be complaining since i'll be standing on stage anyway, right?"

[hdhanie]

the soft gothic —

written for kim yejun (@hdyejun) ♡

setting: a hip little bookstore café in hongdae. the bell above the door rings and hanbin almost regrets coming. it's totally loud, crowded, but then he spots yejun by the back shelves, and it's stupid how quickly hanbin's shoulders drop. like a familiar shape just clicked back into place. he slips into the seat across from him, tapping the table gently with his knuckle so he doesn't startle him too hard. "hey you," he says, the word coming out in a quiet rush. "sorry i'm late. i got distracted looking at a shelf of books i'm never gonna read."

he pulls the little café menu toward himself then stops halfway, tilting his head. "okay," he says, though it sounds more amused than serious, "do you actually order things here based on the taste or based on what looks good in photos? anyway, it's nice catching up with you," he adds, softer now, his thumb rubbing the edge of the menu. "everything's been… a lot lately. so this is kinda perfect."

he clears his throat, shakes it off, and taps the menu with a grin that finally shows. "anyway. pick something for me. i trust your judgment more than mine."

[hdyeonseok]

mustard yellow. for @hdyejun 🌿

NA KWANGHYUN IS ON HIS FIFTH LEVEL OF GONGGI WHEN HE ATTEMPTS A CLAP TOSS AND SUBSEQUENTLY BATS AWAY ALL FIVE OF HIS PLASTIC STONES. yeonseok, who’d been watching the endeavor half-asleep, blinks himself awake as soon as he hears the ensuing clatter. he’s wearing the abandoned sweater he’d picked up ( — okay, stole! ) from the 19th floor last friday, and despite it’s hideously muddy color, he’s found it to be unexpectedly comfortable. shockingly so. he rubs the sleep from his eyes with one of its sleeves.

kwanghyun says, “dude…” yeonseok says, “what, man.” “seok-ah… i lost all the stones…”

and so. this is how gu yeonseok meets kim yejun. he’s on his knees, crawling on the floor, because some moron attempted a clap toss without taking his poor motor skills into account. yeonseok continues forward from his lower vantage point until he hits something solid and startles. it’s a knee. he stares at it in confusion before rolling his eyes upward to regard its owner. a short pause. then, “… hey! seen a gonggi stone around here?” yeonseok looks down at his hands to take stock of what he already has. four stones. kwanghyun has found zero. “still… missing the red one. can you move your leg.”