#hrseungjoon

[hrjunho-blog]

i turned it off and on already.

@hrseungjoon

he’s fucked.

if it was just an upload for his channel, it would be no big deal. yeah, he’d be frustrated and disappointed that hours of hard work just vanish without a trace, but one tweet to his followers and they’d be pretty understanding. his upload schedule is a hot mess anyways; some say it’s part of his charm.

but this wasn’t a channel upload. this wasn’t for pleasure. this was fifty hours of work for possibly the most important grade he’ll get all semester. he’s been working on this project since last semester, a short mock-umentary for one of his classes that was supposed to make all of his (also quite talented) classmates look weak and blow his professor away with his ability. it was supposed to go to a small film competition and win big, get him the attention of someone who mattered, and secure an internship with a top company. they say not to put all of your eggs in one basket. junho did just that.

“joon,” he’s on the phone the moment his computer won’t power on. this is an emergency. “please, i need you to save my entire life. i’m not kidding, i’ll die if i don’t get my laptop on. it won’t work!”

it’s not hard to tell that he’s stressed even just by voice, that he probably hasn’t slept in 36 hours, and that he’s at his wits end. the caffeine pill he had crushed into his energy shot (dumped into the strongest, blackest coffee possible) makes his hands shake something terrible when he tries to put the phone into speaker mode. “and yes, i’ve tried turning it off and back on again already. the problem is it won’t turn on!”

[hrxjunho-blog]

it’s not clickbait.

@hrseungjoon

“thank you for agreeing to do this,” junho grins, as if seungjoon really had much of a choice anyways. even if he had resisted, junho would’ve pestered him until he gave in. it’s too good of an idea to let go to waste. he has his intro script half-written on his desk at home; today we’re going to answer the question: if i like my best friend so much, why am i not dating him? i’ll be spending one whole date trying to answer this question...

“gosh, this would be so much easier to film if i wasn’t a one-man show. someday i’ll be famous enough to hire a production team.” he checks the batteries in his camera again, checks the extras that he has shoved into the camera bag, checks that the lens cap is fixed in place until they actually start filming. the last thing junho wants is a scratched lens. “we’ll have to redo some old videos.. better angles and sound quality..” god, he couldn’t wait. maybe someday this youtube thing would pay off.

junho hooks his arm around seungjoon’s, grinning. “are you ready? you’re my boyfriend for the day, you gotta be nice to me.” he wonders how seungjoon would really act in a relationship, but he supposes he’ll get a taste of that soon enough anyways. their friendship is fraught with teasing and jokes that sometimes take it one step too far, though they always bounce back from that. junho isn’t sure why he expects any other sort of relationship to be much different with his friend.

[hrxnick]

᠁ There is always this person that younger kids would look up to.

In Dominick’s case, he would look up to Seungjoon. Even though the boy wasn’t much older, he was living Dominick’s dream. Coding games was sincerely what Nick aspired doing the most in his life, and knowing someone who was a studying it was like a dream coming true. 

Not only that, but they also had a good chemistry together, and Nick felt special since the older boy actually had patience to hang out with a teenager fanboy. 

“Ok, now pretend you were the king of a vampire kingdom.” Nick started as Seungjoon put the hamburgers down at the table and was getting ready to eat. “But you fall you love with the werewolf princess of the rival kingdom. What do you do?”

Dominick was just being random at that point, and it was probably his hunger speaking louder. He ate some of his own french fries, looking at Seungjoon with expectant eyes. 

The answer didn’t matter much, in the end Dominick was just putting an exaggerated effort on having a conversation with his role-model Seungjoon. 

▹▹ @hrseungjoon

[hrxjunho-blog]

grab your partner.

@hrseungjoon

he’s definitely gotten enough shots of silver and gold, of the masks they handed out and the wax dripping down the candlesticks. the video that junho makes out of tonight is going to put the instagram aesthetic freebooters to shame for sure, thanks to the decor of the plaza. what he’s lacking, though, is action. it’s a damn good thing that his good friend has a date though, so he can exploit their happiness for a few views.

“joon,” he’s nudging his friend with an elbow, his face already betraying that he has a request that might not go over so well. “where’s your date? shouldn’t you be dancing with her right now or something?” 

a grin and a little raise of his camera is his way of asking permission to edit them into his next video. seungjoon was probably going to be in there whether he wanted to be or not anyways, but he really should ask the girl if his friend is gonna man up and dance with her. junho tries to be respectful about others’ privacy, even if he’s sold his own for a few bucks already.

[hrjungrin-blog]

setting: maindong with: @hrseungjoon

Jungrin is rarely in a hurry. It’s the perk of being your own boss; no one else is there to tell her what to do, and she makes her own schedule. It works out, as she’s never been one who enjoys being told what to do.

People around her, however, seem to always be in a hurry. As she walks through the city, it’s not a rare occasion for someone to bump into her, blinded by their own stress. Usually, there’s a hurried apology, and both parties forget about the incident and move on with their lives. Simple as that.

Not this time, though. She’s walking down the streets of Maindong, a cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. She can’t say she’s paying her full attention to her surroundings, but it’s enough to steer clear of bumping into people. Or at least that’s what she thinks. Before she has the chance to react, she walks right into someone, the now (thankfully) lukewarm coffee spilling over both of them.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” she yells, despite knowing it’s her own fault. Partly, at least. She’s not about to take the full blame for this; the person she bumped into could’ve easily avoided her if only he had been watching where he was going.

[hrdaehyun-blog]

❝ how can you eat ice cream right now!? it’s below twenty degrees outside! ❞

“Yeah, outside,” he pointed out just before making it a show to lick his spoon clean of the ice cream he had just shoved into his mouth. It wasn’t snowing because it was too cold for that, but you could tell it was cold just by looking at the windows and the frost that was covering them. There was also the wind you could hear whistling outside. But Seungjoon and him were currently sitting inside a cute little place where they served different kinds of desserts and Daehyun had had a craving for ice cream so that’s what he had ordered and he wasn’t regretting his choice at all. “Think about it this way. If I eat something cold when it is cold outside, then my body is going to try to warm itself up right? So I’m going to feel warm. It’s like eating hot soup in summer to cool down.” It sounded like he knew what he was talking about, but he wasn’t sure of what he was saying at all. He had heard old women say this before. Well, not for the ice cream, but for the soup. Surely old women knew what they were talking about. “Do you want some?” he asked after scooping some more and pointing the spoon toward Seungjoon’s mouth. It’s really good.”

[hrbin]

❝ i haven’t felt warmth in approximately twenty-three days. ❞

He draped the headphones he’d been sporting around his neck and shut his music off, craning his neck to glance over at the other. Steely brown eyes gave Seungjoon a once over. It was difficult ( and worthless ) to hide the disdain dripping from his words. 

“That sounds like a personal problem to me, dude.” Seungbin’s voice emerged in a low drawl. As usual, he was irreparably tired. Today, also incredibly cold just the same as every other poor soul who decided to venture out of the comfort of their own homes. Not that he truly had the freedom of choice in the matter.

“I don’t think anyone else has either.” His expression, however, showed a hint of a smirk. “I can set myself on fire for you and see if that does the trick?”

[hrdaehyun-blog]

Orange u glad to see me? x {Seungjoon + Dae}

Starter for @hrseungjoon

It was a known fact among his close circle that Daehyun liked to always look nice. He didn’t spend hours picking the right outfit for the day, but he still made sure that what he wore was always clean, that his dressier shirts didn’t have wrinkles and that everything from his hair to his skin was perfect. But he was also a university student who had to go through the crazy weeks before finals and when he was in the privacy of the house, around his roommates, he sometimes let himself go, switching the pristine outfits for looser, comfier ones. T-shirts so old some of them had holes and sweatpants that had the fabric almost see-through over his ass because it had became too thin over the time he had them.

His current getup was not the result of an exam week. No. The only explanation for what he was wearing came down to one person: his best friend. When they were together, they usually ended up having the craziest ideas and they liked to throw dares at each other and since they were both so competitive and neither of them liked to lose, it often put them in ridiculous situations. But it was always in good fun and they never did anything to put each other in danger.

“I have to take out the trash,” he mumbled as he slowly pushed himself up from the couch, having suddenly remembered he had promised his roommates he was going to do it. His best friend waved him off, snickering at him before focusing his attention back to the TV. Daehyun stumbled a little as he made his way to the kitchen as they had had a few drinks and he was a bit tipsy (which said a lot because he could usually hold his alcohol well). He took the trash and made his way out the house, not bothering to put on a coat (and forgetting what he was wearing). This is how he ended up outside, wearing a neon orange ruffle off shoulder top and a pair of hideous crochet pants, his hair styled up in ridiculous spikes with what must have been glitter gel considering the amount of glitter that was in there.