#lgcsammy

[lgcmedia]

@LGCENT just posted a photo!

😖😖😖😖THE LONGEST… AND HARDEST TRIP EVER…😩😩😩💦💦💦 but we’re finally home after an half an hour of driving 😖😖😖💙❤️💙❤️💙❤️

#lgctrainees #lgcent #lesamuel #choimax

[lgcminjun]

❝ we know you, you’re not yourself

Minjun had always been somewhat of the moodmaker. If not that, he always went through the day with a smile on his face, determined from morning to night. Motivation was always a part of his routine, never ceasing and constantly aiming for better. He wasn’t sure if it was a defining and prominent trait of his, but Minjun was aware of it on his own.

Perhaps that was why he tried to keep up with that act today, though his smile faltered and his laugh trembled. The usual twinkle in his eyes weren’t present that day, no matter how hard he tried to replicate it. Minjun wasn’t sure what exactly pushed him to this point. Maybe it was the criticism he received earlier put into harsh words, and the familiar feeling of not being good enough.

It didn’t help that he left his stuffed teddy bear back in his room. His legs weren’t ready to walk all the way back, what with rigorous practise just earlier to fix whatever mistakes he made earlier. Minjun merely stayed in the hallway, legs stretched before himself to try and relieve a bit of the sting.

He lets out a sigh, leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes, trying to imagine himself hugging his plush back home, or sleeping in between his fort of plushies.

━ @lgcsammy​ !

[lgcdaehyung]

✦play time

@lgcsammy

Weakness? He pulled down the corners of his lips before they could fully form into a smirk. What weakness?

Daehyung was looking out of the window, tapping his fingers along the wall with a song playing in his head. Unlike the other trainees who were hard at work, nervous about the evaluation, he felt perfectly at ease. It was difficult to summon up anxiety when one did not care. And Daehyung, well, he managed to cruise through most of his life giving no fucks.

“Do you need help, Daehyung?” One of the trainees asked. So helpful. So sweet. He wondered how much of that was real. Let’s face it, there were many people who were faking it within these walls, daring not to let their true nature slide in fear of judgment. Silly things, the only one truly capable of judging you is you. Other people’s opinions never really mattered - unless you allow them to.

“No, thank you.” He dodged around the mister nicey-nice, mildly irritated to have lost his corner of peace.

Daehyung had to pick a new area to hang out at, because actually leaving this practice room would not be a good idea. He had a date later that night and couldn’t afford to get pulled into the office for a scolding session with dear old Hyuncheol. After much contemplation, he decided on the corner to the far right. No windows, but less people. “Make room,” he said to the trainee dancing there as he made his way over. What was that guy’s name again? Sammy.

[lgcjaesun]

EAT WITH JAE – 001.

a starter for @lgcsammy​

it’s crazy that jaesun is starting a new show this term. frankly, he thought that, after his last one, they might tell him that he isn’t allowed another one, but it seems that maybe he had done better than he thought. his second show idea is approved, and today is the first day of shooting.

he’s thankful that the company has allowed the cafeteria for his shooting space only because it would be the only place that would have the equipment that would really allow for him to give his guests the ability to make the dishes that they’d want. well, to a certain degree anyway. it’s no gourmet restaurant back here, after all.

he turns to his first guest, throwing him a smile. “how are you feeling about being on the show, hm?” he asks, giving the other a gentle pat on the back. “have you been on a show yet so far?” he asks, wondering if this will be the first time the world will get to see the other on their screens.

[lgckyu]

offset,

@lgcsammy

sometimes there are days that are just...off.

from the very moment he woke up, sungkyu knew today wasn't going to be the very best of days. he could only hope it wasn't the worse-- so he drags his feet through practice. tries to push through the buzz in his brain to get something legible on paper. he doesn't feel very good about it, so he spends a bit more time on it when he can. he rubs at the skin under his eyes, feeling fatigue settle as he stares down at the paragraph in front of him. there's a bunch of scratched out words, questions and spelling fixes spread out over the paper. the music playing on the laptop in front of him is a messy beat-- but sungkyu isn't really hearing it.

he does hear the door to the practice room open, and he lifts up his head. at the sight of sammy, he lifts up two fingers in a  wave, a small smile crossing his face despite the tired gleam to his eyes. "hey sammy," he calls out in greeting, eyes flickering back to the computer, then back to his lyrics. after a moment, he turns his gaze back to sammy, pushing away from the table as he points to a bag off to the left of the room. "i brought some snacks if you're hungry."

[lgcdanbi]

other words for love

                           [she] thought                                                        about when colors had been outrageously bright and the air                                                        had smelled incredibly good.                                                                                                                                                                                       l. z. rosenthal

a ‘give love’ starter for @lgcsammy​. when she had said goodbye to sammy that morning—straightened his tie, brushed the dust off his jacket—it felt as if she was sending her own son off to war (and in a way, she was: girls can be fucking ruthless). the whole time, with her at the legacy building and with him at some high school in seoul, she finds herself restless: legs shaking, eyes darting. she anxiously bites at fingernails, aimlessly wondering if he’s being treated well, by both other trainees and fans alike.

so when they finally return for the day, she immediately rushes to interrogate the first of the pack—how’d it go? was it successful? where’s sammy?

by the time she spots the boy in question, she’s already gathered sufficient information to unconsciously hold a smile as she walks up to him. “sammy!” she calls (even physically pushing past others to reach him), “is it true?” saccharine grin turns chesire as she ruffles his hair. “i heard you had the loudest fans at the performance today.”

[lgcseojin]

╰ night running,

It was reasonably safe to say that once Seojin invited one into his secret world, the underground club called Smoke, he trusted that person in some way. There’s a sense of enjoyment taking someone out of their element and into his own. It’s his way of saying ‘this is the real me, and I have enough faith in you to accept that side’. He assumes it shouldn’t be so difficult. Two passed the test so far; including Sammy ㅡ the wide-eyed teenager sticking to his side.

This instance has a sense of significance. This time, the band members he recently reunited with sat in the back, concealed every so slightly beneath a screen of vapor and cigarette smoke. Seojin swats at the air to form a clearing. His own face is filled with some sort of humorous disdain as his eyes rest on those of his friends.

“Well, it would help if you actually looked excited to see me.” Seojin shouldn’t have expected anything less. After all, he managed to disappear for days yet again without much of a word only for them to see him on television. An attempt was made when it came to explaining it was all pre-recorded, but to no avail. “Anyway, guys. This here’s Sammy. He’s a trainee with me at the same company.”

An echo of monotone and unenthusiastic greetings breaks the brief silence. Of course, until Cheolsu, notorious for his boisterous personality, held out an unopened dark brown bottle in Sammy’s direction. “Yo, Sammy. Promise this isn’t beer. It’s the soda kind. Y’know? The roots one.”

@lgcsammy

[lgcsao]

﹙♡﹚ SURVIVORS !

       𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞, there’s always that one scene where a pair of lovers run toward each other in slow-motion, teary-eyed and all.  now imagine that sort of scene with sao and @lgcsammy.  except sao’s the only one running.  and they’re not lovers.  and slow-motion doesn’t exist outside of sao’s imagination.  but no matter!  it’s the thought that counts.

        he nearly tackles sammy to the ground, but he’s had enough of crawling to escape the smoke, so he opts for a big hug instead.  “thank god, you made it!”  he doesn’t disclose that he almost ran streaked down the hallways to find sammy, just to make sure his dear friend hadn’t fallen asleep mid-practice somehow.

        “what’s going on?”  he loosens his arms around sammy just enough so he can take a look around at all the tables set out.  “where are all the firefighters?  what if the building burns down?”  his eyes widen as he realizes something horrible.  “my polaroids of king!!”  and just like that, sao feels his will to live dwindling by the millisecond.