#rkdrabble

[rkxeve]

♫ does the same thing to you and says "except from luna because i'm lazy"

tarzan - two worlds

put your faith in what you most believe in two worlds, one family trust your heart let fate decide to guide these lives we see

Luna sits next to Jinri in some room in the Sphere building — a practice room, an empty office, she’s not sure — and tries to think. Her sister is in the hospital again; her doctor changed her meds, and apparently they didn’t work. She’s been having seizures again.

She knows that if she leaves now, she won’t get another chance like this one, and she’ll ruin Jinri and the others’ chances as well.

"Luna?" Jinri says gently, a hand on her shoulder. "What are you thinking?"

Luna sighs and leans back into the couch, turning her eyes onto Jinri, who blinks because she’s never seen her best friend look so lost. “What do I do, Jinri?” Luna asks, and Jinri can tell that she means it — she truly does need help.

"I think…" she starts slowly, biting her lip. "I think you should call your family. You need their advice more than you need mine right now."

Luna smiles because it always amazes her, how much Jinri understands her, even after they spent roughly ten years with only limited online contact. She sits up and digs her phone out of her pocket, pressing her mother’s speed dial before holding the phone to her ear. Jinri moves to stand up, trying to leave Luna alone to talk to her family, but Luna grabs her hand and keeps her seated.

"Luna?" Her mother’s voice comes as a relief, and Luna takes a deep breath, trying to keep herself from crying. "Is everything okay?"

"Of course it is. I was calling to ask you the same thing," she replies. "How is she?"

"She’s fine, sweetheart. It was just a little scare. We’ve got her back on the right meds, so she’ll be discharged by tomorrow. You’re not thinking of coming back, are you?"

"I was, but there’s really no point if she’ll be released tomorrow," Luna replies, and out of the corner of her eye she sees Jinri, who’s been listening intently to Luna’s half of the conversation, grin.

"You don’t need to be coming back here, Luna," her mother says sternly. "You know we love you, but there’s no point in you flying back and forth when you should be focusing on your career. You’re debuting soon, right? We’ll be fine without you until then. We love you and miss you, but you have responsibilities now, honey."

"I know, Mom," Luna says, her voice shaky. "I love you guys too."

And after she’s hung up and is left alone with Jinri once again, Luna takes a moment to feel thankful that she’ll at least be debuting together with her best friend, because she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to handle it otherwise.

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♫ Y AS

punch drunk love - shinee

no matter how many times i fall, i like it i will keep throwing jabs at you i don’t know when but some day, you will faint because of me too

continuation of the previous cliche xingli high school au

School dances. Everyone always makes a huge deal over them, but Jinri's never really understood why. It's just a bunch of overdressed, hormonal teenagers awkwardly trying to dance, and no matter how hard the school tries to prevent it, someone always ends up spiking the punch bowl. And then it turns into a bunch of tipsy, overdressed, hormonal teenagers awkwardly trying to dance, some of the guys even attempting to awkwardly grind against their dates.

It's all pretty dumb in Jinri's opinion, but her friends always manage to drag her out to every single school dance. She always refuses every request she gets to be someone's date, though -- she doesn't want to seem rude or mean, but she just doesn't want her first date to be at a school dance. She'd rather someone ask her out on just a plain, regular date. She's a closet romantic, really: she'd love to be asked out to dinner, to be treated like a princess for a night. Being ground against by a slightly drunk, sweaty teenage boy is not her idea of being treated like a princess.

So she spends most of the night sitting at the tables along the edges of the room, occasionally trying to talk to her friends over the loud music but generally failing. After a while, she somehow communicates that she's going out to get some air, and that she'll be fine on her own.

It feels much better outside, and even through the brick walls of the school building she can hear the thumping of the bass from the auditorium's speakers. She takes a deep breath in, leaning back against the brick behind her and crossing her arms over her chest. It's a little chilly out, especially since both her legs and arms are bare, but it feels nice after the stuffy air of the auditorium, warmed by the many bodies within.

"Hey, Jinri," someone says from nearby, and Jinri looks over, straightening up as she recognizes one of the boys from her year. She's never liked him much, finding him far too cocky and arrogant. Unfortunately, he seems to have taken an interest in her, and for the past few weeks she's had trouble trying to get him to leave her alone.

"Hi, Minhyun," she says, keeping her arms crossed and avoiding meeting his eyes, in an attempt to communicate through body language that she really does not want to talk.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone? Why don't you come inside? I'll get you some punch, and we can dance for a while," Minhyun says, and Jinri glances over to him. She immediately wishes she hadn't, not wanting to recognize the predatory look in the male's eyes. She looks away, trying to figure out a way to say no without seeming like a total bitch.

However, before either of them can say anything else, another voice echoes off the brick of the building. "Who'd want to dance with you? You smell like fucking dog shit." Jinri looks around, her eyes widening as she recognizes Yixing. The boy is known to be a delinquent, rude to just about everyone and generally hated throughout the school. Jinri tutors him, though, and recently it's seemed like he's been at least trying to make an effort to be nicer around her. It's hard to tell, though, since he doesn't seem to have much of a filter at all when it comes to things like swear words or rude comments.

Minhyun scowls. "No one wants you here, fucktard. Piss off," he says, and Jinri takes her chance.

She hurries forward, hooking her arm in Yixing's. "This is my date. I'm sorry Minhyun, I can't dance with you," she says politely with a bow of her head before steering Yixing away, wanting to get out of there before he opened his mouth and made everything worse.

They round the corner of the building, and Jinri drops her hand from his arm, smiling at him apologetically. "Sorry," she chuckles, absently twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "I wasn't thinking, really. He's probably going to spread a rumor that we're dating," she sighs, biting her lip and regretting the fact that she really hadn't thought this through.

"I don't mind," Yixing says quietly, and Jinri looks up, shocked at the sincerity of his tone. Even in the dim lighting, she can see that his cheeks are tinted with a deep pink color.

"Oh," she replies, biting her lip again to hold back a smile. "Then do you...want to dance?"

Yixing scowls again, turning to look at the side of the school building, through which they can still faintly hear the loud music. "Not here." There's a pause in which he stares at the ground between them, before he speaks again. "But I can show you where I usually dance. If you want."

Jinri, who hadn't known he was a dancer in the first place, beams. "Sure."

And as they walk to Jinri's car, she slips her hand into Yixing's, liking the way his palm feels warm against hers.

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♫

the jungle book - i wanna be like you

i've reached the top and had to stop and that's what's botherin' me i wanna be like you

sort of au

Jinri sits on the floor with her back to the mirror in Nova's practice room. She watches Jongin move across the floor, his body seeming to follow the music as if it's the easiest thing in the world.

Sphere and Nova are collaborating for a special stage, but many of Sphere's trainees and artists need to work on their dancing abilities if they have any chance of standing on the same stage as Nova's artists. And since the directors have apparently come to the conclusion that they'll learn better from people their own age rather than their usual dance teachers, each Sphere trainee has been paired with a Nova trainee to try and learn the secret to dance.

Luckily, Jongin is pretty nice, and Jinri's glad to have him as a partner. But she feels bad for him all the same, for while she's improved in her dancing since she joined Sphere, it's not nearly enough to even begin to compare to Jongin's and the rest of the Nova trainees'.

"Alright," she half-says, half-grunts as she stands up. "Go through that again. Let's see if I can do it."

[rkxeve]

♫ 

nobody's home - avril lavigne

she wants to go home but nobody's home it's where she lies broken inside

orphanage au

Jinri sits on the steps of the large brick building, crying. It's not a strange occurence for her -- she's been crying quite a bit in the few weeks it's been since the death of her mother.

As a six year old girl, she still doesn't fully comprehend the idea of death. But the ladies in the orphanage told her that her mom had gone to see God, and when Jinri asked when her mother would be coming back they merely smiled sadly and told her she would see her mom again in heaven.

"You should come inside," a quiet voice says from behind her. "It's going to rain, and you'll get in trouble if your clothes get wet."

Jinri glances over her shoulder, recognizes the boy but can't be bothered to try to remember his name. She turns back around, hiccuping and wiping at her face. "I don't care. Leave me alone."

She hears the boy go back inside, and she fails to hold back another sob, already regretting that she pushed him away. It would have been nice to sit out here with some company.

However, a few minutes later, when she's lost in her tears once more, the boy comes back out. Jinri doesn't notice, at least not until he drapes a blanket around her shoulders.

He sits next to her, and she looks over, shocked. He offers her a small smile, hugging his knees to his chest. "It's cold out here."

Jinri manages a smile and helps wrap the boy in the blanket too, and she soon learns that his name is Daehyun. She ends up rambling about why she was crying -- how her dad was never around, for reasons that her mother never gave up; how her mother was with God now and Jinri wouldn't see her again for a long time. How Jinri can't go home anymore, can't even see her cat, who the police say was sent to a shelter.

Daehyun comforts her with his presence, the warmth of another person being enough to make Jinri feel not quite so alone.

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~♫

starkid cast - no way

there’s no way you’re gonna find me in the background no damn way youre gonna see me satisfied no way they’re ever gonna make me back down no, no way

"Come on, Piper," Jinri says in English, leaning forward and watching what her friend is doing closely. "Come on, you've almost got it. Go around that building there, I bet that guy dropped something."

Piper's face is set in a frustrated scowl, her arms moving from side to side with the Xbox controller in her hands. Finally, even with Jinri's coaching, her character on the screen is shot and she drops the controller on the bed in front of her, groaning in frustration. "I hate this game."

Jinri laughs and reaches across her friend's lap to pick up the controller. "It's okay, you'll get better," she reassures the elder, patting Piper's shoulder as the game loads the last saved point. "First person shooter games take some getting used to. You'll learn with practice, I'm sure."

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♫

starkid cast - those voices

those voices singing out la la la la la

show choir au

"alright, all together now! with passion, guys!"

jinri sighs and looks over at the girl next to her, a girl who is nothing more than a mere acquaintance to her for now, though they have bonded in recent weeks thanks to shared sighs and rolled eyes. both of them tend to get rather sick of their choir director’s enthusiasm, particularly on days like today, when jinri is just tired.

they both sing with “passion,” though, knowing that the only way they’ll be able to be released from rehearsal on time is if they do what the director says, even if only to pacify him temporarily.

[rkcheri]

Debut

small hands meet together behind closed doors. dreams and wishes are no longer an option on a stage so wide. the chants from below are deafening and as their steps grow closer, it only shatters imagination and reveals the reality that this, this, was no longer just them — jinri and jihyun — being trainees, no — this was them debuting.

"what if i forget the words?"

"i can’t feel my feet!"

"what if i fall off the stage?"

"what if my mic doesn’t work?"

words, concerns, doubts fly back and forth between unmoving lips. they’re silent, walking with a stolen grace together, intertwined fingers keeping them grounding and balanced. without one or the other, who knew what would happen. jihyun, for sure, didn’t know that finally debuting meant feeling as nervous as she did.

"what if they don’t like us?"

this time it’s loud, spoken in such a way that it makes jihyun stop in her tracks and realize that what she had just said wasn’t just silently asked in her head but actually wondered out loud. it’s surprising for jihyun to feel insecure but now, as the final steps towards the stage is stalled, she feels everything but stable.

the claps around her hand brings her back. it pulls her through the vines that have her tangled in negativity and suffocating in her own cloud of pessimistic resistance, it claims her mind and reunites her with the solace that is joy and warmth.

"they won’t like us, eonni. they’re going to love us.” 

[rkxeve]

SCANDAL

"Oh my god, I just ran into him on the street. It wasn’t a big deal."

"Well, somebody caught you on camera, and it looks like you’re hugging him."

"I don’t even know him! Can’t we just tell them that?"

"You know they’d never believe us. Here, we managed to find him and asked him to come talk with us."

Jinri turns around to see the man she ran into on the street enter her CEO’s office. He bows awkwardly before coming in to sit down as the CEO directs him to.

"Hi, I’m Jung Joonyoung. I uh…I’m sorry I ran into you."

"It’s fine, really."

The CEO speaks up. “Now, you two. We need to figure out how to smooth this over. Our public relations head will be in to speak with you both shortly.”