#kt; thread

[rkxroyal]

water u doin.

@aronrk

( / he’s tired, but it’s not too bad. once the performance is over, woohyun finds himself leaning heavily on the closest male to him, lifting his head up with a tired smile at the other with a low chuckle. he wipes the sweat off his forehead, grimacing at the feeling and smelling of sweat, but he wipes it off on his pants without another sound about it.) you think it would get easier the more we do it. ( / he mumbles to aron, fighting back a yawn as he plasters his free hand over his mouth to hide it. ) but the more we do it the more i want to die. ( / it’s dramatic, but woohyun thinks he’s allowed to be just a tad bit dramatic in the aftermath of heatwave that makes him feel like he’s about to burst into flames at any given moment.) 

( / he scratches his cheek, patting the other on the back as he retracts himself, grimacing more because now his clothes are sticking to his back. woohyun really, really wants to shower-- maybe three times over. he reaches for a water bottle near his bag where he left it, cracking it open. it’s lukewarm, but it does the trick-- the crinkling of plastic as woohyun sighs. ) you need anymore water? i’m due for some more.

[rkxroyal]

friend in need.

@rksungho

the later it gets on into the evening, the more exhausted woohyun becomes. it’s only natural, the heat-- the rain, the energy put in the performance after performance is only natural to weigh down on him. it’s the same for everyone-- and woohyun knows that there are some injuries lingering about. worry colors him transparent, leaves him feeling fearful for his fellow teammates. teeth dig into his lip as his chest heaves, breath after breath after he rests for a moment. there are fewer people around the later it becomes, but there’s still enough that reminds woohyun of what he should be doing-- and he pushes himself to stand, all creaky bones and joints that have him briefly wincing.

he maneuvers his way to the tent to gather up as many water bottles he can, pausing on the way to observe another trainee. the face is familiar, and woohyun hesitates-- because as nice as he wants to be, as helpful as he wants to be, sungho still intimidates him with his disdain for woohyun’s kindness. it leaves his throat feeling tight as his feet shuffle from his position, before he pushes his aside his hesitation, a small smile on his face as he makes his way closer. “hey,” he starts off quietly, shifting in place. “are you...doing okay?” he glances at the other, before averting his gaze awkwardly, shifting in place. “you’re still holdin’ on right? you need water or some food on your stomach before the next performance starts? i’ll...go grab you something?”

[rkxroyal]

sending nam woohyun a 💌 , ♡ hwang miyoung

compared to yesterday, tiffany can bring along a cooler for what she’d prepared for everyone. now, it’s not just pouches of herbal tonic but aloe drinks and a few energy drinks ( the closest to healthy she could find; while she doesn’t like them, she does acknowledge that others enjoy them ). she’s rolling it around with her, eager to show off her bounty along with some fresh snacks, fruits and sliced celery and cucumber.refreshing food to try and keep everyone from overheating — if that’s even possible, at least she could say she tried. “nam woohyun ~ ” she’s cheerful as she approaches him, umbrella covering her head, shamelessly kept from the day before and their own performance. doing her best to hide the light sniffles from the endless rain of last night, she hands him one of the pouches of herbal tonic without giving him a choice. “if you drink this, i’ll let you have an aloe drink too to take away the taste ~ ” leaning in, she whispers not too covertly. “and next time ice cream will be my treat, okay?”   

             @rktiffxny

the heat is unbearable. the heat is killing him-- not literally, but woohyun thinks it’s almost close enough. it’s close to melting him down to his weary bones, but he tries his best none the less. there’s a mess of water bottles in the trash from constant drinking, from replenishing his energy as best as he can. the water helps, but the fatigue doesn’t. the lack of sleep in his life only adds to it, and woohyun promises himself he’ll do better, sleep more (well, try to). to make it worse? add the rain to the mix and woohyun really wants to quit-- really wants to lay down and whine and kick his feet like a child. it feels like it’s too much. he’s staring down at the ground, resting for a moment after a bout of dancing when he hears the call of his name his head tilts up, eyes blinking-- before he takes in the sight of the female. a smile lights up his face as he grins, eyes crinkling as he waves at her tiredly. 

“hi tiffany-yah.” he beams at her, glancing at the pouch she hands him with curiosity. he sniffles, peeking at it as he listens to her. he chuckles at her, familiar with the taste of the tonic with a shudder. he looks up with a smile as he nods, already opening the pouch and ready to consume-- anything for some sort of liquid to help him through the heat. “you’re too sweet.” he murmurs, and she isn’t wrong about the taste. it makes him wince, but he attempts his best to swallow it down. “i’ll keep you to it, sunbae.” the respectful term slips out of his mouth before he can help it. “it’s hot enough to want ice cream all the time. you best be prepared.” he teases her, running a hand through the damp hair on his head. 

[rkxroyal]

water boy.

@jihoonrk

woohyun’s dancing has improved by far. he’s sure if this was near two years prior, he would have been struggling to breathe-- struggling to keep up. he would have been like some of the newer trainees, passing out from the heat and the continuous work work work they find themselves doing in the middle of the summer. but instead he lets out a sigh, stretching his limbs above his head with a wince, hearing the cracks of his joints as they release from the stiffness of continuous movement after movement.

he rolls his neck and straightens, shuffling over to the tent to grab his nth bottle of water to keep him going. he’s not dying, but he doesn’t want to risk possible fainting if he keeps up. something on his stomach will be best for him. he smiles and nods his head in greeting as he grabs a water, tosses a few snacks in his mouth and moves to make his way back to his spot, a few more water bottles in hand to pass out. he pauses, smile crossing his face as he bows his head at one of the newer trainees. he’s worked with jihoon before on the prior eval, and a worry crosses his face.

“you doing okay?” he hums, offering a small smile as he shuffles near the male. he shuffles the bottles in his hand carefully, teeth pressing into his lip in concentration as he attempts to keep them in his hand and not drop them on the ground. “you need anything? this heat is unbearable, aah.” he shuffles in place. “you need water? a break? i can...go grab you something if you want!” woohyun beams.

[rkxroyal]

we gonna rock this.

@aronrk

woohyun is usually very confident when it comes to singing. it’s his passion, his talent, one of the few things that he’s good at . that’s what anyone that knows him could tell, could guess right away. but due to the disaster that was last month’s eval, add on his depression and add on the fact that they’re switching song concepts puts him almost at a panicked, frazzled mental state. woohyun likes sayyes, he does-- but performing them is entirely different. he can’t play an instrument good enough that’s passable for this performance, and he’s sure that he wouldn't be able to pretend it either. he can only imagine how comedic he would look, how laughable and humiliating it would be for him.

what if he has to do it? what if he has to pick up an instrument and the fact that all his peers are watching him embarrass himself on stage with a prop that woohyun is sure he’ll break-- oh god; he can only imagine. he doesn’t blame his nerves on his emotions, doesn’t think much of it-- but he’s sure he’s growing close to hysterical as he lets out a shallow breath. his eyes flicker across his phone screen, watching performance after performance of time is up in order to figure out something to do.

“aron,” he lets out a choked whisper, sounding far louder than he intends to be. “sign my death certificate. i’ll put you on my will. just don’t tell my brother i’m going to die on the stage headbanging because i snapped my neck trying to attempt it. you can have anything you want, just don’t tell my brother that.”

[rkxroyal]

cut throat.

@rksungho

if there’s anything that would help woohyun get out of the slump he’s been in as of late-- it’s the idea of new trainees coming into kt. more kids to adore, more people to spoil-- more to watch grow and development and more for woohyun to fawn over. the murmur of it over the other trainees has woohyun bouncing around the halls with the biggest smile on his face since before march. his eyes are watchful, careful to notice any face that he doesn’t know. he bows to those that he does recognize, a bright laugh and a hello greeting them.

once he’s managed to catch sight of a would be stranger-- woohyun takes a moment to stare at them, blinking as his smile grows steadily. he approaches with confidence, approaches with the intention of being welcoming and friendly; he wants the newer trainees to feel good at being at kt, to feel wanted and cared for. the kt trainees have been one of the only factors holding him up these past few months; it’s only natural to put their well being into consideration.

“hello!” he greets brightly, eyes crinkling into corners as he lifts his hand in a wave. he bows his head to the male, his grin never faltering or shifting as he tilts his head to the side. “i’ve heard we had an influx of new faces! ah, you are new, right? welcome to kt! i’m really happy to see you here!” his hand lifts to rub the back of his neck with a laugh. “i’m woohyun-- nam woohyun! it’s really nice meet you. i’m another trainee here, so if you have any questions, i’d be happy to help you out!”

[rkxroyal]

house of cards.

@rktaeyeon

there’s a lot of things that’s bearing down on woohyun. he can only hold so much before he breaks, and for the past few weeks he’s been teetering on the edge of a breakdown. he hasn’t quite fallen too low just yet, which he’s thankful for-- with how busy the upcoming weeks have become. sleep is still something he’s found himself indulging in less and less, focusing on training and working and overall surviving through this horrid slump that’s kept him down ridden for weeks now.

but what he’s missed is that other people are having tough times too. and that’s something that haunts woohyun-- that resonates in his mind when evaluations come up, and one that chokes him into shock when taeyeon runs out of the room, choked up and apologetic for not being able to utter a single note on stage. it’s a shock to most of everyone, and woohyun is vibrating in worry when the evaluations are done and over with. he thinks about it for hours after, and the hours stretch into days.

which brings him to sitting there, teeth worrying on his lip and fingers playing with a stray thread on his sweater. he keeps his eyes down, studying the soundboard as they practice-- vocals, they’re vocalists after all, and woohyun lets out a shuddering breath as he looks up slowly.

“ah...taeyeon-ssi.” he calls out quietly, watching the girl carefully. it’s the most they’ve spoken past brief hellos and simplistic small talk. too busy with focusing on training, on practicing-- but woohyun’s mind is a mess with worry, so he breaks the silence to press into the wondering thats been plaguing his mind. “....you-- you don’t have to answer. and you don’t have to...talk about it, if you’re not able to, or uncomfortable with it.” his voice is soft, hesitant-- as if he were approaching a wounded animal instead of a living human being. “but-- is...is everything okay? you...are you okay?”

[rkxroyal]

a heart’s a heavy burden.

@rktiffxny

for someone who claims to be someone you could always talk to, woohyun is finding it increasingly difficult to want to talk to anyone lately.

maybe it’s the pressure of the samsung photoshoot, evaluations and the like—maybe it’s the pressure of the new year, maybe it’s the pressure of boohyun’s wedding coming up and woohyun feeling like his entire family life is moving on without him; or maybe it’s the feeling of mijoo and mijoo being…not here.

(he misses her, so much. but he understands, understands entirely so.)

he’s  tired, exhausted; talking to people outside of the samsung shoot and attempting to keep a smile on his face through the entirety of it is hard. but woohyun is a natural at happiness, so even when he’s not feeling all too well—he can at least fake it til he makes it, right? but eventually, it’s gonna build, build and build and build until he breaks. and god, he knows he’s going to fall apart soon, unless he gets it off his chest.

but it’s hard to talk about it when you don’t even want to think about it at all.

finding her is hard at seocho, so he waits until he’s safe in kt’s rooms—until he knows where most of the trainees spend their time. finding tiffany is easy then, but speaking up is still hard enough. his throat bobs as he stands there, shifting in place—looking utterly worse for wear, tired and exhausted and hesitant. he should be in better control of his emotions, should be able to be happy all the time like he wants.

but life never works out the way you want it to work.

“uh, tiffany-sunbae?” he questions, the words falling out of his mouth sounding awkward. horrifically awkward, and woohyun wonders how he’s got this far hiding anything. he shifts in place, swallowing, a strange expression on his face as he keeps his eyes downcast, feet kicking at the ground. “do you…do you have time to spare? i’m not interrupting you am i?”

he looks up at her then, offering a small smile—one that’s not nam woohyun at all.