#kiyeom

[baddestrin]

@kiyeom​

Yugyeom did as he was told, almost immediately, the corners of his lips pulling up into a smile. Truthfully, he didn’t know exactly what it was for, but being in this industry, it was almost an instinct to smile when you were being told to smile. It was the only face the public wanted to see, so it was the one that was practiced most often. His eyes darted around, awaiting the arrival of whatever or whoever he was smiling for, and got his answer when a group of what seemed to be higher ups in the building they were lounging in had walked past.

His smile dropped once they had passed by, though not entirely as a scent of a smile still stayed on his lips as he looked over at the latter. “How’d you see them? Did being in the industry this long give you a sixth sense?” He laughed, though something inside him twisted in discomfort at the event that just took place. “That’s the life of an idol, huh?”

It’d been a senior move. A leader move left over from her days as 2NE1′s, but she had good intentions. Even at their most tired a smile could mask that and was a lot easier and more feasible than getting the recommended 8 hours. The problem with a tired face was it could easily be mistaken for purposeful rudeness, arrogance. It was the reason idols leaned on face masks and sunglasses, even a neutral face could be seen as angry. Perfecting a fake smile was a part of the job.

“Important sounding footsteps, you know. They even walk importantly.” It was a little bit of a joke, fingers wiggling at him even if accompanied by a quiet sigh. An ear out for the possibility of a second wave, but easing up when it seemed unlikely. “Sixth sense might be what it is, can’t be getting caught off guard you know? someone’s always watching out there.” 

[baeyeonsei]

» i am not what i appear to be, @kiyeom

A crease formed between the younger’s brows, the small fold in the skin something any of his makeup coordinators would have a cow over (not that he wasn’t used to it at this point). The wrinkle usually associated with aging had become youthful and boyish when accompanied with the frown he wore; it had been stressed to the point of bordering a pout, unintentional yet not dismissed. “They keep doing it! Pulling pranks on me, I don’t know why they don’t quit … I bet they’re thinking of the best time to do it again.”

Though the topic of the pranks that seemed to have subsided (though that may have just been Yugyeom’s wishful thinking) hadn’t crossed his mind in a long time, their seemingly nonsensical discussion had led to the topic and the feelings he had resurfaced. “Do they do that with you? Red Velvet? I bet … you seem like the type to be really gullible,” he teased despite the fact that the joke had applied to him as well. “We should have a prank war, I bet I’d win.”

Pranks between idol group members, you could say, were a normal part of idol life. Each time the bond between the members become closer and closer, it’s only natural to pull tricks on each other for laughs, or exchange in harmless banter. This, she could relate to the younger. And the little anecdote he has told her earlier elicited too many laughter from the older female. It was one of triumph, signalling the laugh of not one who is on the receiving end of each prank, but rather, the one who watches from the sidelines or maybe sometimes executes these pranks.

Laughter only ceases upon the younger’s accusation. Soon, it was her turn to glare and frown. “I’m not gullible.” It was true. Though Joohyun appeared to be delicate, fragile, and introverted (which may be true in some cases) -- the kind you’d pull pranks at over and over again, she was more keen than anyone would have thought. The maknaes have tried to prank their leader for a few years before deciding that it was impossible to break the wall that is Bae Joohyun. The sound of a pending challenge, too, made her brow raise. Whenever there’s competition, there’s no way she’d let herself lose. “Hey, hey. But you always lose to your hyungs. What makes you think I can’t do the same?”

[prkjihyo]

@kiyeom // reblogged from here! 

The 6 boxes of fried chicken stacked against Yugyeom’s chest was anything but easy to navigate with, and so the familiar voice of the latter was easily welcomed by him. He stood up straighter, still worried about speaking or moving in the fear that all the boxes would topple over and all the food ordered for the idols and staff currently in the building would be wasted. He could carry a lot of things, but not that burden, and evidently not 6 boxes of fried chicken at once.

“Thanks, Jihyo.” He huffed, the struggle in the act evident in the crease formed between his brows. “Did they send you out here to see why I was taking so long?” There was a hint of sheepishness in his tone, his voice quieter than usual due to it. “I could hardly see with all the boxes..” 

She took three boxes and carefully held them in her arms as they walked back towards the room. “Actually, I decided to walk out for some fresh air, but I am glad I ran into you because you needed a little help,” she chuckled, a joke coming to mind, “but if they fell, would you have hesitated to pick everything up and put back into the boxes if no one saw?” 

Before they reached the room, she took the opportunity to ask how he was spending his time to fill the seconds. “Are you on break like us?” she asked, curiosity evident in her tone, “If so, we can sit back and give JJP our full support while we eat chicken everyday.”  

[leehojeongg]

@kiyeom || continuation from : x 

“You think I’m so easy, Hollister?” He turned his head to look at her briefly, the smile on his face saturated with mischief, playing a game that only he had known the rules to (for he made them up) and had no intention of sharing. But it was hard to find fun in games when the foods down the alley all smelled of goodness and everything his manager, and more so his health nut of a hyung, insisted he not eat. He thought himself stronger than to be swayed by a sniff or two, and so he brought his friend along to an adventure which he hoped would fill his stomach for the months to come during their tours, where fast food would be the easiest meal to grab but the #1 offender against his diet. All it took to knock down the walls he’d built up was the cart selling rows upon rows of kimbap, every kind Yugyeom could imagine and a sight which made his mouth water. The food which made him feel more at home than the sheets of his bed, he couldn’t not give in. “Okay, fine. I’ll buy one thing. One. But you have to eat it with me.”

"Come on, Yugyeom! Live a little, will ya!" She laughed as she swung her arm over his neck as her eyes gazed upon the food. Remembering that she is with a super famous idol, she retrieved her arm back and crossed them on her chest. "They all look super good. I think I'm drooling." Her eyes scanning while the aroma filled the air. Her stomach began to growl as she immedietely grabbed it. She turned towards Yugyeom to see if he has heard it or not.

As she looked at him, she laughed to herself. "Are you drooling??" She looked back at the rows of kimbap. As she began to dig through her purse, the number that he mentioned struck her mind. "One? ONE?? Ani, ani, aniya! What is this nonesense that you speak of? We're not eating one, we're eating EVERYTHING!" Unfortunately, her stomach has taken over her mindset. She is hungry, starving, she will eat everything in sight.

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He whined into the phone due to the fact that her question seemed to remind his nose that it had about a ton’s worth of phlegm it wanted to get rid of. After a sneeze or two and a groan of relief following suit of each one, he made a noise in response. “Did someone tell you, noona? Or can you hear it from my voice? It sounds weird even to me…” He concluded on his own, a sigh filling the silence trailing after his words.

“Can you bring me food when you can, noona?” He asked, despite the fact that under normal circumstances he wouldn’t think to. But laying on the couch, with his head cloudy and his nose being a pain in his—well, you know, it didn’t seem like he had much of a choice. “Please?”

With her being normally inquisitive, coupled with her natural concern for others (and in this case, especially for her label mates), Sana finds herself in a phone conversation with GOT7's maknae that day. "Mm, I ran into the guys a while ago on my way out after rehearsals and they said they left you alone because you were sick.. Apparently there's a bug going around the dorms and yours was the worst." She retells the male what she heard from Bambam and the rest of the guys.

His request didn't remain unheard though, as she soon begins to nod unconsciously, "Heooool~ You're a whiny patient. But ara, I'll bring you something. What kind of food do you want? Something relatively healthy, please. I'm not bringing you a big greasy burger at this point. How about some soup?" Sana inquires, as she climbs into Twice's van while waiting to leave.

[soohae]

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"Go ahead and call me fake."

[jiyuous]

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Yugyeom shifted in his seat, his discomfort from the elder’s request palpable though he wasn’t blind to the kindness that it held. It wasn’t that it was difficult to talk about his feelings, or even to the latter for he was quick to develop trust towards anyone (and some would argue this would be the reason for so many of the times he’d been cracked, but still he made no change within). It was more so the fact that he didn’t want to bother her with the thoughts clouding his mind, self-proclaimed trivialities that shouldn’t be voiced to bug anyone other than himself.

“It’s alright noona…” He reassured her, and although his smile was timid he hoped it was enough to ease her worries. “Yugyeomie’s never down for long, right? Anyways, how are you doing? I haven’t been able to pay attention to the news lately because I’ve been traveling so much…you’re well, right?”

effort in breaking through the thin barricade he guards himself with is diminished in the shift of topics but that doesn’t change jiyeon’s persistence to comfort the younger male. she’s certain her concern drips along the honey mellowed tune of her voice, a hand reaching out to gently brush along the broad of his shoulders. as ironic as it is, the small smile that lazily paints against the line of his lips is anything but comforting and she wonders whether he knows it’s beating the purpose. whatever he says though, she isn’t buying it - in fact, he’s admitted it himself that there is indeed something bothering him the moment he opened his mouth to speak. 

through furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes, she shakes her head and finally insists, “i don’t believe you, yugyeom.” she prides herself in her loyalty - and regardless of whether he’ll crack down and open up this time or not, she’ll remain by his side and comfort him in any way she feels it feasible. “there isn’t anything new with me aside from training. nothing trivial... now let’s get back to what’s important: yugyeomie is never down for long but this noona is worried. please talk to me.”     

[kimeris]

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He’s a drag. Knowing someone as amazing as Kim Yugyeom oppa definitely changed my life. Because we’re so busy with schedules and finding the time to sneak in rest, I always cherish the times we have to talk. Our humors are somewhat similar and our bickerings are always so fun-- he’s a really great oppa that I want to keep in my life for a long time. I love him!