keep working it youngjae, mister cyj, you got a lot of success coming your way
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keep working it youngjae, mister cyj, you got a lot of success coming your way
the paper is folded, saved carefully away from the others for the hyung that youngjae is most comfortable with. he’s missed jinyoung in the time he’s been away and he thinks his news will be a happy welcome home gift. plus, he’s fairly certain that jinyoung wouldn’t try to upstage him with an announcement of pregnancy like his actual sister did when he told his family. so much for his moment of glory– but jinyoung would celebrate with him, youngjae is sure. “hyung,” his smile is wide as he hands out the flyer. “i didn’t get a chance to tell you before; guess who’s the newest royal entertainment trainee?”
It takes six seconds for his fingers to unfold the flyer, five for the weight of Youngjae's words to finally settle; from there his eyes widen and blink four times; his lips purse and shape three words: Youngjae, that's great. They flit in the space between them, a bit frantic, mostly hushed, before two arms rise to wrap around the younger's frame. Jinyoung pulls him into an embrace, singular and warm like a slant of sunlight poured through a window. For a moment it feels as though he's hugging a star that's fallen because Jinyoung swears that Youngjae glows, even when his own eyes are closed, made thin by a smile. "I'm so proud of you. You deserve this and much more."
[ msg to: noona ♡ ] i forgot to tell you that i had an audition for royal don't be mad!! [ msg to: noona ♡ ] my sister announced that she's pregnant and everyone forgot about me so i forgot about me too [ msg to: noona ♡ ] but!!! i made it?!?!?!!
[ msg! young-j ] YOU JUST CASUALLY DIDN’T TELL ME
[ msg! young-j ] but i don’t forget about u :< but congrats to your sister!!
[ msg! young-j ] AHHHHHHH I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU GOOD JOB EVEN THOUGH I KINDA FIGURED IF YOU JUST NOW TOLD ME !!!!
[ msg! young-j ] ialsogotacceptedintotrcimmaprincessnow
[ msg to: joo ] WHAT [ msg to: joo ] NO [ msg to: joo ] YOU'RE KIDDING??? [ msg to: joo ] CONGRATS!!!!
( txt; jae jae) I’M NOT KIDDING
( txt; jae jae) CONGRATS TO YOU TOO JAE JAE OH GOD
( txt; jae jae) I’M SO HAPPY FOR US I’LL CRY EXTRA FOR YOU xoxoxXOXO
[ msg to: joo ] hey uh [ msg to: joo ] so i won't be able to hang out as much sorry [ msg to: joo ] kinda got a contract for royal and i'm pretty sure i'm gonna sign it?
( txt; jaejae) holy shit( txt; jae jae) bro me too bc( txt; jae jae) I GOT INTO FREAKING NOVA ( txt; jae jae) I HAVEN’T STOPPED SHAKING !!!
let’s set the world on fire;
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“yah, choi youngjae - let’s go drinking tonight.” said byungjoo, the minor who obviously can not go drinking. he was sitting next to his best friend of...years, watching something on netflix when he decided he wanted to be a bit daring. honestly, what’s the worst that could happen? youngjae had gone off drinking plenty of times and he seemed alright. besides, byungjoo would like to get wasted for the first time with a friend who he trusted.
tilting his head, he reached out to knock his elbow against the other’s arm, “i promise i won’t embarrass you and i can totally pass for legal - i’ll just flash my abs and they won’t think twice.” he joked, before leaning closer to his friend and sticking out his lower lip.
“pleaasseee jae, please, please please~?”
birthday blues
[` he hides the cake he's made towards the back of the fridge until the dainty shadows of groceries cover it, conceal the playful shame of having used salt instead of sugar. jinyoung had laughed, then, though now he worries about the state of the new one, propped on the top shelf, half white and half black—chocolate and vanilla. it's a tension he welcomes, one that soothes him, distracts him from the motion of time and hesitance, thick in the air, because he never asked if youngjae wanted the cake, he never asked much at all. rather, he works with what he knows: it's youngjae's birthday, his own is soon, and sharing a celebration seems only natural, a continuation of their tangled lives. though even then, the knots are neat, the braided pattern present; he enjoys when the threads join, when the stitches are lined with smile, a pleasant change from monotony, much like the rustle of keys and the sound of a presence. he's slow in his steps, sheepish with his hand that rubs at his neck, and careful with his lips, cuts each word into precise shapes. ] happy half birthday—you know, 'cause i'm the other half. well, my birthday is, but, yeah—happy birthday choi youngjae!
bombshell ;
after watching her reflection in the mirror, sohee finally decided to just go ahead with her hair in a high ponytail. that way her makeup would show more and her hair wouldn’t be in her face to distract. now onto the makeup --
she doesn’t put too much effort into getting ready to go out anywhere. that’s not to say she completely doesn’t care, either. it just came to her naturally. she spread bb cream on her face to even out her skin. her routine was pretty standard and quick. it didn’t take much to hide blemishes on her skin (and she thanked god that her skin was breaking out from stress for once). but she was dressed for the most part. that was usually her most time consuming part of getting ready.
sohee heard the knock on the door in the midst of her makeup routine. she lets out a little squeak, rushing out of the bathroom to open the door. “wait, wait, wait!” she unlocked the door and opened it, giving youngjae a wide smile. “hi, sorry. i’m still doing my makeup.” she cast him an apologetic smile. “i won’t take long though but make yourself at home -- you know the drill.” she adjusted her crop top, her feet paddling quickly against the floor to take her back to the bathroom to finish up her makeup. “how’s the weather outside? do i need a sweater?” which would only mean that she needed to wear pants or at least shorts instead of a sun dress. but she liked her outfit and she might as well settle with a sweater.
“is there anywhere you want to go to first?” she said in attempt to keep the male entertained until she she was finished putting eyeliner and eyeshadow. “movies? food?”
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