#lmsicheng

[lmsomi]

brightest crayon in the box

somi had made a promise to her parents that she will not neglect her studies even if she becomes a trainee. if anything, she was able to get better marks when she got signed than she had before blackout. the young girl had been keeping that promise, school wasn't so bad when she actually paid attention -- for the most part at least. when you didn't have the energy for anything else, the only thing you can really focus on is the board or book in front of you, and the teacher's voice. the young girl intends to keep the promise, even the promise to get into a university too.

her parents did mention one or two universities that they feel would be good for somi, but they never really imposed it. that was the thing about her parents, they truly and genuinely support her decisions. and it makes her all the more determined to get good results from the csat. she's been doing good with mock exams from the hakwon she had been attending bi-weekly, but she was still anxious about the foreign language that is mathematics. of all the subjects, it's the subject that supposed to be the same in every country that stressed her out.

notes, reviewers and homework hugged closely to her chest, she marches down the hallways looking for the only person she knows that can help her with this. dong sicheng ( @lmsicheng ) was not only a skilled dancer, but he also happens to be smart and he doesn't gloat -- which somi likes the most. the test was right around the corner and she needs to know the secrets to conquer it, or perhaps just the reassurance that she was doing it right. "finally! i found one of blackout's most talented~" she lets out in singsong, skipping over to the older boy in one of the empty training rooms.

[lmsicheng]

Coffee Date

A starter for @lmjaem

It’s been an unfortunately long time since Sicheng and Jaemin have managed to get together; the former busy with training, and the latter busy with his studies—but they’d managed to make, and presumably stick to, plans to meet up today. 

Sicheng wanders into the cafe they’d arranged to meet at, admiring the faux-rafters along its mahogany stained ceiling for a moment before trying to focus through the noise, a hurly burly of low chatter and mellow piano-based indie. Eventually he spots Jaemin sitting at a tall table beside a window, staring down at his phone, two steaming paper cups on the table before him, and begins to meander over, muttering an excuse me with a curt bow as he side steps between an ahjumma and a young couple as they wait in line.

He’s struck by how much older Jaemin looks for a moment, and wonders if it’s really been that long, or if it’s university sleeplessness that’s doing it; the other boy’s impression is a little less boyish than he recalls, and it’s a strange feeling as Sicheng realises just how long it’s been since Blackout signed him, and since he’s lived in Korea.

“This one mine?” he asks, sliding his satchel off of his shoulder to hang it over his chair, a grin parting his lips, “Sweet of you to order for me...assuming it isn’t cold yet.” 

[lmhendery-blog]

round up.

starter for @lmsicheng !

searching for xuxi and dejun feels like trying to find a couple of toddlers at a fun fair. at least hendery’s got sicheng to help him (he’s got a couple inches on hendery in height, so can probably see over a few more heads than him anyway). “so, what were you up to with that cute guy back there? are you and xuxi going poly or something?” he jokes with a wink, knowing full well that would never happen - he knows xuxi and sicheng too well to think they’d ever be remotely interested in anyone but each other. 

“if he single? maybe he’s into rehabilitated emos.” of course, he’s not serious, he’s still tender from the breakup just a few weeks ago now, and if he’s going to look at anyone after that tragedy of a relationship, it’d only be dejun. he’ll never get over him, and he’s sort of accepted that fact now. he’s not letting it drag him down though, not like before. 

“so, robin, huh? batman and robin... very unique.” not. “what do you think of my costume, hmm?” he tugs on the skirt of his blue dress, then reaches up to fiddle with the matching blue bow in his hair that he’d pulled into a tiny ponytail.

[lmsicheng]

House Of Horrors

An #lmscreamtacular starter for @lmxjaehyun 

When he’d first caught sight of Jaehyun, Sicheng had been standing outside of the haunted house by himself, twiddling his thumbs; Xuxi and his cousin having disappeared beyond the decorative gate nearly five minutes prior. He’d chickened out at the last second, having assumed that his hatred of scary movies would roll over into this experience, but he’d begun to regret his hesitation as the sixty-second loop of shrill gayageum, ghostly moans, and lady screams that played over the speakers had started to whittle away at his sanity. 

Relieved to see a familiar face, though, he’d called out a very friendly “Hey, asshole!” and although he knows that Jaehyun probably only looked because he recognised the voice, as they step into the first section of the attraction together, Sicheng, even as he clings nervously to Jaehyun’s sleeve in anticipation of the first scare, offers him a soft chuckle. 

“When did you start answering to asshole?”

[lmxuxi]

more important.

starter for @lmsicheng !

it’s been about a week since his dad called, asking if he could come and see xuxi. it’s been a week since xuxi said yes, and two days since he booked the table at the restaurant for dinner. he’d hesitated before asking sicheng to join them for dinner, knowing he’d be worried about it. xuxi hadn’t yet told his dad about sicheng, or even that he likes boys, so tonight was going to be a surprise, though a good or bad one, xuxi wasn’t yet sure.

his fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt as he stands by the end of his and sicheng’s bed, eyes flitting over to sicheng every few minutes, because he knows he’s nervous. he’d tried to talk xuxi out of inviting him, tried to suggest he just go with his mum, or on his own, but xuxi needed to tell his dad, needed his dad to meet the most important person in his life besides his own mum. sicheng, xuxi knows, is going to be in his life forever, or at least, if things go the way he wants them too, he will.

he needs his dad to meet sicheng soon, and if he doesn’t accept their relationship, then xuxi won’t hesitate to cut him out of his life again, just like he did when his parents divorced and his dad remarried. it might sound ridiculous to people who value ‘real family’ over partners or friends, but sicheng is more important to xuxi right now than a man who he’s spent so many years trying to move on from hating.

many times his mum had tried to tell him that his dad hadn’t broken her heart, and that the divorce was mutual - that she was the one who suggested they get the divorce, so his dad could marry the woman he really loved. but, xuxi couldn’t hear any of it, not until after his accident, when he awoke to his father with red, puffy eyes from crying, sat right beside his bed looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

it was pretty obvious then that even if xuxi was holding his dad at arms length from his life, he was still a massive part of his dads, still occupying a place in his heart. his anger cracked, his resentment melted a little that day, and he allowed his dad back into his life, little by little. though they’re still on uneven ground with their relationship, every few months his dad comes to visit with his wife, xuxi’s stepmother, who’s never been anything but kind to him, and they mend their relationship a little more each time.

this time, though, he’s not sure what to expect. will his dad accept him, and the love of his life, or will this put an end to a year of trying to mend things.

“how are you feeling?” xuxi asks softly, eyes on sicheng. 

[bexmatt]

✰★✯ 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

Sometimes Lele just wonders, why the hell is making friends so damn important? Why does his dad get so happy whenever he sees Lele hanging out with people? In the past Lele could use time as an excuse, that he didn't have enough time to make friends, but ever since moving to Korea and taking a hiatus from fencing he has had way too much time, and has been forced to make friends, and perhaps that's what had gotten him in this terrible situation?

Currently he sits together with another male with what seems to be poison in front of them. Lele has always had food made for him, and the few times he hasn't he has cooked something for himself, however neither himself nor other people he knows of has used so little time on food, and this food doesn't even look that good? Lele looks at the other male in front of him, would they really notice it if Lele just walked away? Lele understands by now that if you want to have friends then everything can't go as you want it to go, however oh my,oh my not in a million years would Lele dream of getting this close to those weird looking things in front of them.

Lele wonders how often this other dude eats this stuff, this 'junk food' looks weird, and Lele is pretty sure it's unhealthy and if you eat too much of it then you'll get weird. Does this dude eat this often? So there's something wrong with his head now? Because... Lele takes this so-called junk food as an insult, an insult in the form of the other male really thinking Lele would be willing to eat it.

"Gege... Don't you think it's getting a little late? Maybe... M-Maybe we should just head home?"

                                   we walked on the moon with @lmsicheng

[lmsicheng]

Switch Up

A starter for @lmhaechan

Sicheng watches in frustration as Zelda yeets Isabelle into nonexistence, sending her hurtling into the sky where she disappears into a sparkle, and as the round ends, he looks over to Haechan with a look of pure, unbridled contempt; contempt that soon takes kinetic form as Sicheng grabs one of the throw pillows off of the sofa to slam into the side of Haechan’s face. 

“You’re....rude.” he mutters, scooting away from Haechan, trying and failing not to make a big show of being a sore loser, although he does manage a laugh, “You’ve played this game a thousand times before can’t you just like...go easy on me?” 

He’s aware that he’s speaking to the literal devil, to a merciless goblin, and he’s prepared to only hear gloating in return. 

“Again.” he commands, for probably the fifth time, “Let’s go again, and I’m gonna kick your ass.” 

[lmsicheng]

ただいま

A starter for @lmyuta

Sicheng isn’t sure he will ever grow accustomed to Yuta’s subtle clinginess, simply for how unexpected it’d been; his attitude was otherwise so forward, so assured in posture, and it’d taken a bit for Sicheng to recognise that his eager, playful pestering of him was affection; although he’d never speak a word of this knowledge to Yuta—not so much because he thinks the other man would resent such an accusation, but because Sicheng sort of thinks it’s cute, and he resents that.

He’d been gone all weekend with Xuxi, so when he arrives back at the apartment Sunday evening, he expects Yuta to be excited, and he’s not disappointed, because it’s only a few seconds before he’s attempting to pull Sicheng into an embrace, cooing ironically affectionate platitudes, and even as he groans, Sicheng relents to a hug, giving Yuta a quiet, but genuine, squeeze—followed immediately by a whine, gently pushing him away before it becomes too obvious that Sicheng kind of missed him, too. 

“Have you just been sitting here panting, like...waiting for me to come home?” he says with a snort, dropping his duffel bag beside the sofa, too lazy to make the trek to his room just yet, “You should give me a second before you start humping my leg, at least...”