#idaroon

[idxjinhwan-blog]

in the red neon.

late 2016, 11pm, in a private karaoke room with @idaroon​

jinhwan puts down his beer on the table, moving the empty plates of food a bit further out of the way, and grabs the remote for the karaoke machine. he scrolls through the songs, mostly just to have something to do rather than looking for anything in particular. it’s a bit hard to do with one hand, though, but he isn’t exactly keen on moving his other arm from where it’s wrapped around aroon.

it isn’t his first date, or first relationship, but it is his first relationship with a guy. everything feels new around aroon-- but instead of in a terrifying, i have no idea what i’m doing kind of way, it’s in an exciting, filled with curiosity and new opportunities kind of way. his usual tricks don’t work on aroon; the lines he used on the girls he dated previously and the way he moved about those relationships just isn’t quite the same. it isn’t necessarily because of a physical difference, but it’s there. it doesn’t feel weird, though, doesn’t feel uncomfortable. it’s just new, and jinhwan kind of likes it.

he turns his head to look at aroon from where he’s seated next to him, takes a moment just to enjoy the view. aroon is cute-- not cute in the same way the girls he dated were, but cute nonetheless. he’s shorter, but still tall enough that their height difference is never an issue, and his face is angular, but still pretty. jinhwan can’t get enough of looking at him, and he’s sure aroon has noticed throughout the night.

jinhwan isn’t exactly subtle, once he’s in a relationship with someone. he’s the type to sweet talk, to compliment, to hold on just to have some form of physical contact, and things weren’t any different with aroon. the whole night, he’d been moving closer and closer to aroon, until he got to where he was now, sitting with his arm around aroon and their sides pressed together. jinhwan smiles a bit at the feeling-- they fit together quite nicely.

he moves a bit a closer, if that’s even possible, so that his nose brushes against aroon’s ear when he tilts his head. the metal of aroon’s piercings are cold, but he doesn’t mind.

jinhwan doesn’t need to whisper in here-- the noise of the people in the rooms next to them are loud enough that no one outside would be able to hear what he says, but he does it anyways when he asks, “do you have a song you want to put on?”

[idjunyoung-blog]

dance off, bro.

with @idaroon / dance on a table

junyoung really was not a big fan of the situation he found himself in. it was bad enough that jinho had, somehow, managed to convince him to come dressed as the watson to his sherlock, even worse was the big eared moron was no nowhere in sight, leaving junyoung by himself surrounded by completely drunk idiots. and it should be known that jun didn’t exactly do well around people when they were sober, so everyone on the drunk side was just a complete nightmare. and he didn’t have many intentions of joinig them in their merry drunkness.

so, all in all, he was not really have a very good time at this halloween party. the only interesting thing going on was the dares, the stranger who had managed to get everyone into a group chat. junyoung was not all too impressed, not liking every single person at this event to have a way to contact him and bother him, but at least the dares were interesting. he hadn’t really attempted any of them, preferring to just sit down by himself in some corner and try and hide until this stupid thing was over and done with and he didn’t have to deal with drunk people.

though, he knew the hang over groupmates he was going to have to put up with tomorrow morning was going to be pain enough and he did hope that they didn’t expect him to be their kindly sober friend and get them all aspirin. because he wasn’t going to be doing any of that motherly sort of business. they were the ones who wanted to go and get drunk, so they would just have to deal with the morning after by themselves.

but he was curious about attempting maybe a couple of them, the ones which didn’t involve too much drinking or dealing with people too much. and he didn’t want to go around lying and insulting people. but there was one he could quite happily do, but there was not a chance he was going to be doing it alone. that’s when he zeroed in on aroon, quickly making his mind up and shouldering his way closer to the familiar figure.

“you.” was all he said in greeting, pointing a finger almost threateningly at him. “dance off, bro.” and, with that, he hoisted himself up onto the closest table, ignore the people now staring at him, his gaze instead locked down on his (and annoyingly, slightly taller) groupmate.

was this what tall people felt like?

[iddax-blog1]

❄️ on accident

Send me ❄️for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse. 

whoever thought putting mistletoe up in the dorm was a good idea is a goddamn idiot. dax doesn’t know who to blame, probably either jingyi or aroon hoping to find the other underneath it. but neither dax or aroon probably expected to find themselves underneath the plant. dax looks up at the mistletoe stuck to the door frame with remorse, a frown on his face and his shoulders slumped. at least if he has to be caught with any of the members it was aroon, but even though the two of them were close, that doesn’t mean dax wants to be there with him. 

it doesn’t help that dax loathes christmas. he’s one size of a heart too small away from being the grinch so christmas festivities aren’t exactly welcome. he can hear aroon trying to hold back his giggles (and failing miserably), which isn’t helping the situation. dax’s frown grows deeper and he looks down at the other boy. his nose scrunches up and he shakes his head. “whatever you’re expecting is absolutely not going to happen,” dax says with a finality, crossing his arms over his chest. he may enjoy hooking up with people whenever he can, but aroon is no where near that list. 

before he can react, he sees aroon surging up and pressing a sloppy kiss to dax’s cheek, daringly close to his mouth. the other boy pulls off with a loud smack and a goofy grin and he looks back at dax. “merry christmas, hyung!” he yells before running away. when dax can finally unfreeze himself, he wipes at the spot on his cheek as if that would change anything before yelling after aroon. “hey! come back here you little brat!” he peels off after the other boy in a mix of anger and fondness for aroon. maybe his past christmases were garbage, but with a new family of the titanium boys, maybe the next ones could be better.

[idhojun-blog]

🌟

Send me 🌟 to find out what my muses wishes for this Christmas. (ie. something metaphysical)  

also asked by @idyujin

Hojun wants nothing more than to debut next year. He hasn’t wanted anything else for the past five Christmases, but he keeps asking. This time, he has at least finally made it into the dorms and is potentially on some short list and maybe, just maybe, he is finally getting somewhere. He’d also like someone to punch that bastard that left his mom, but that is more physical than metaphysical in all honesty.

[idryusan]

🎁

what my muse would give yours for christmas.

it’s no secret that behind the scenes san and aroon don’t really get along. not a secret within their company, anyway. how could they with the way san views tiitanium – with how aroon treats san like an image he wants to step into rather than a person? so what would he get him? well, nothing. in every aspect of san’s life, he’s an afterthought. sometimes he rises up like an annoyance. in that pebble in the bottom of your shoe kind of way. and san is jealous of their concepts, of the theatrical concepts they’re given. but he knows aroon’s jealous right back. wants all that fame that san half resents. so maybe he could give him one of olympus’ music show trophies. attach a note. one day you’ll get there ( : (or maybe not)!

[idxnoah-blog]

pandora.

( yellow, 3gp ; noah decides @idaroon is perfect to unleash secrets on. )

secrets, everyone has them. 

especially them. idols. they’re nothing but fake smiles and dirty little secrets. noah has a pandora’s box full of them. ample, brimming, crowding around the mouth with the hopes of being freed. and that’s frightening. for people to truly know what lurks beyond and then pass judgement. because that’s what they do. 

judge. whisper behind backs. 

so, normally, noah keeps to himself. doesn’t speak unless spoken to. doesn’t initiate conversation. and most definitely doesn’t tell anyone privy matters. but he’s there, drinking too much, and his lips become loose around mouths of beer bottle and around short, fat goblets of stronger alcohol. he should have stopped ages ago, when it was possible. now it’s not, and he’s spiraling out of control, losing grasp of sanity and the key to pandora’s box. 

which is perfect, actually. he drunk this much not solely to enjoy himself better, but to accomplish these damn, messed up dares with ease. although, that’s relative at this point. why he’s bothering boggles him.

he spots someone not too familiar but not too foreign, but the name eludes noah. tapping his chin to no avail, he decides to fuck it because what is a stranger. someone he doesn’t know. well, he doesn’t know this idol too well or at all. maybe his sane state does. 

perfect, perfect. 

it’s a good excuse to rack up points. although, the sober part of noah doesn’t want to participate. (”it’s stupid. so fucking damn!”) but he’s not sober, anymore. hasn’t been for a few hours. he’s on a rapid decline, world spinning and logical slipping. 

“hey,” he half shouts, unsophisticated and messy, approaching in heavy, blundering steps. there’s not a sheet of white to trip him, but noah still thinks he has his costume on. “you look like you can keep a secret. not that---not that i know exactly what a trustworthy person looks like, but i can trust you, right?” ramble, ramble, ramble. he makes no sense. his drunken self knows this, yet noah speaks a mile a minute. a new record as he drapes an arm over the man’s shoulders. “can you keep a secret?” 

[idguanlin-blog]

...and make up.

{the regal fire prince & @idaroon }

there’s something to say for someone who gets lost in their thoughts even when their body is warm, the effects of the few drinks he pre-gamed are resting heavy in his chest. not one for the bitter taste of soju or beer, there is a medley of empty glasses in front of him each boasting an array of fruit and sugary concoctions. he’s not sure if the bartender is a fan or just simply amused at his selection of drinks, happy to make something a bit more complicated for once, he stopped counting how many he’s had after the first three.

the music shifts over from one song to the next and he hums along under his breath, stirring what’s left of his watered down long island iced tea a bit whimsically, the straw drawing shapes and chasing after the melting ice. guanlin rests his head in the palm of his hand, careful to remind himself to steer clear of the makeup coating the left side of his face. the costume he swore up and down earlier that was more comfortable than his stage outfits was finally starting to wear on his body, feeling restrictive against his shoulders as he slouches against the bartop. the one downside to guanlin indulging, to losing himself into the intoxicating taste of liquor and the warm effects, it makes him loose and sleepy. if in the dorm or the small bar he likes, the one he refuses to tell his members about, he would have laid his head down on the bartop or fled hours ago for the safety of his bed.

but instead of being somewhere comfortable, he’s surrounded by the medley of lights and shrieking laughter, the crowd filled with the familiar faces of the industries most talented and illustrious. he spins in his stool, leaning one leg on the swell of his knee as his eyes sweep over the bustling dance floor, a comfortable smile on his face, dimple fully on display. he catches glimpses of jingyi, of dax, or aroon, spread out amongst them and he feels the warmth in his chest flourish. with the cameras halted at the front door, guanlin for once feels at ease, at least enough that he drops the carefully constructed armor he wears on the daily, stops keeping track of his movements, of his gestures and just loses himself in it all. for he’s not titanium’s gui tonight, but merely zhu guanlin.

his phone buzzing in his hand draws his attention and he chews on his bottom lip, a nasty habit from years ago, as he thumbs through the messages. his nose scrunches up playfully at the sight of the list of dares, chuckles rising from his chest as he reads through a few already amused. it’s easy to see how the game moves now, who really decides to take his serious despite their levels of intoxication.

eyes returning to the cracked screen of his phone, guanlin leans back and balances his elbows on the bartop, free hand wrapped around the rim of his watered down drink.