#nickybe

[beyuwol]

break free.

after a while, trying to reach impossible expectations have become an integral part of yuwol's life. he had never known what it's like to be loved unconditionally, until recently, having to meet special standards in order to be acknowledged by his parents. they would claim it's for his best interest, their long list of demands will only serve to better his life in the long run—instead, they feel like heavier weight on his shoulders. signing to sr media was an attempt at breaking free from that cycle, but he isn't so lucky. even though he's able to pursue something that his parents didn't dictate for him, that doesn't mean he has the freedom to do whatever he wants now.

on the other hand, his praents are piling things up more for him. yuwol can tell that it's on purpose, they want to see how far he's willing to go—whether he'd break by the amount of responsibilities he has to manage. other than training, he still has to go to his usual lessons and accommodate to his parents' requests. he tries, so far he hasn't reached a breaking point that causes him to pass out in the middle of the street or anything like that, but he feels close to it. hopefully not though.

the bags under his eyes aren't easy to hide, he has no reason to wear sunglasses in the axis building but that's not where he is right now. that being said, he has been a little lightheaded recently, so it's no surprised that he accidentally bumps into @nickybe on his way to get a refreshing cup of coffee before continuing his rather packed nightly routine. "oh, sorry—ah, it's you." he takes off his sunglasses, wiping it just in case the haze isn't just from his mind but also from his dirty sunglasses. no dice.

"it's been... a while." something the two of them have in common are parents who control a huge chunk of their lives, but yuwol hasn't been the best at keeping in contact. especially recently. "sorry again for bumping into you, my eyes feel a little heavy." he shouldn't have admitted that, but his filter is a little wonky now that he's fighting off sleep. "i hope you've been doing good?"

[be-points]

ryu nicky - community talent show 2025

performance solo: +5 singing +3 dancing + 2 rapping and +5 aesthetic [ link ]

[bechangmin]

study starter for @nickybe

changmin's not quite sure how he's ended up here – in this class, this elective. but he'd had to take something outside of music, and while everything had seemed somewhat intersting, changmin had found the guts to dabble in something he had little to no experience in. art history.

though changmin's never been the type to half-ass anything he does, especially when his grades are involved. he's arrived to every class with his ipad and a notebook ( because some things felt better when they were written down in his notebook, instead of on his screen ).

for about 30% of their grade though, they're made to work on a group project with about four other people. his group has decided to meet at a cafe nearby the campus, yet it's been about half an hour and no one else but nicky has arrived.

changmin begins to fiddle with his drink. nervous, because he's afraid that their groupmates have decided to flake out on them ( truth be told, he'd gotten 'flakey' vibes from most of them ), and because he doesn't know nicky well. if anything the older boy sort of intimidated him.

he sits opposite nicky, staring at his laptop, when he receives a kakao talk notification. one by one, they come pouring in. excuses from their other groupmates about not being able to make it. "i have to go out of town last minute!" "i have a stomach ache!" "my cat fell ill!"

changmin furrows his brows and frowns. "sunbae..." he calls out, "did you see the messages...?" he asks, scrolling through the influx of messages coming into his phone. "i think... our groupmates ditched us."

[bexcam]

furry friend fun time | @nickybe

it's been hard.

it's been hard finally having what he wants, having a chance to go down this familiar path he's planned for himself once more, and still feeling the impending doom that it's all going to crumble in his fingers just like the last time. he is constantly holding a flame within his cupped hands, beautiful as it consumes in its dance and burns brighter, that is under the threat of either burning his hands completely or being thoroughly snuffed out. he's not really sure what would be worse and what he would lose in either situation. it is tiring to not find the happiness he stretches his hand out to grasp as ever day, despite having things in his life that he can recognize do make it better.

it's with a disconnection and a subtle feeling of shame that he finds himself finally googling coping strategies and "what do you do when you never feel happy anymore". some people suggest therapy, a financial and time costly option he can't entertain right now, some suggest doing things that excite him or that he likes, which training to rap and dance again are that, some suggest making new friends or furry friends.

he really only intended to check out what the animal shelter had and how it worked. he didn't expect to immediately fall in love with a sadly whimpering ball of fur pressed up against the back of it's space, a stark comparison to the happy puppies excitable at only a glance.

cam looks around while biting at his lips with nerves until he spots someone with a volunteer badge.

"uh, excuse me? do you know what's up with this guy here- is he okay?"