Kris had modeled before and so this evaluation was right up his alley. He was nervous about modelling with trainees that he had never spoken to. He didn’t do well with people and as they were waiting for the photographer to start with the individual photos, he saw one of those trainees close by and the tall man nervously walked over.
“Hi, I’m Kris.” he decided to awkwardly introduce himself. Oh god, he could already tell that this was going to be the longest fifteen minutes of his life.
the pen taps against the corner of his desk, eyes narrowed and lips slack as he continuously jots lyrics down and scratches them out again. a glance at the clock– 3:30 am. he gives up with a sigh, the clatter of the pen softened by the thick pad of his notebook as he slumps back in his chair, eyes closing.
he can’t sleep.
the dark circles have been making themselves more and more prominent underneath his eyes for the past few weeks, and they didn’t go unnoticed. he can’t help it though, and for an individual like jung hoseok– who laughs like the sun is always shining, who waters his plants religiously, who can see the bright side in every single situation, not having enough sleep is taking a toll on his psyche.
he doesn’t know how he can though, all things considered. his phone remains dark no matter how messages he sends, no matter how much he wants to see the phone light up with an unread message– it remains stoic. endless sighs leave his lips and it becomes a routine– he simply can’t figure what else to do about it.
no matter how much he tries, his thoughts chase each other in circles and leave him more confused than before. the harder he thinks about it, the more his brain hurts and he’s never felt like this before. he can’t explain it– an odd feeling of emptiness. his hands fidget uncontrollably, fingers tugging at each other as his lips pull into a small frown.
before he realizes it, he drifts into an uneasy sleep.
and he dreams about the same thing, the same subject that plagues his mind even while he’s awake and has too much time to think. the same face, the same smile, the same laugh. they’re in gunhee’s apartment this time. it’s like old times– when things were simpler, when hoseok was happy all the time and he could always tell what gunhee was thinking. they are playing one of their favorite games together, some old racing one. hoseok’s loud voice fills the apartment as he whoops and hollers as the race ends. he’d lost a while ago, but he cheers gunhee on all the same. he always does.
a fist punches the air when gun crosses the finish line, and his eyes are crinkled into half-crescents as he turns to gunhee– and loses his breath. there’s an easy grin on his face and his hair is soft– unmarred by one of his caps or beanies, slightly overgrown bangs falling into his eyes. his mouth is moving, eyes still fixed on the screen, but hoseok can’t hear it. he continues to stare– as gunhee’s eyes finally drift over to meet his, the smile still lighting up his face.
and the first thing hoseok does is lean in without a second thought, hand coming up to rest on the side of gunhee’s face, thumb resting against his jaw as their lips press together– softly, effortlessly, and hoseok can’t help but think this– this is what he was trying to figure out.
a gasp catches in his throat as his eyes fly open, jerking awake in his seat, and he can’t breathe. his eyes blink rapidly as if they can stop the wetness suddenly and startling pooling at the corners but they begin slowly anyway– and he only notices when one drop, two drops hit the paper and stain the ink. and he looks down, incredulous little hiccups as he tries not to cry making his chest quake as he rubs at his eyes vigorously until the last page of his notebook swims into view, the last lines not scratched out by his sleepy hand– and everything falls into place.
you’re there but for some reason,
i can’t reach you, stop–
the tears spill over.
but the laugh that bubbles from his throat leave him feeling lighter than he has been in weeks.
he wipes at his face and takes a deep breath, picks up his pen, and continues to write.
《 ★ @rkgunhee 》 foot tapping against the ground as he tweaks the settings on the keyboard, he looks over to gunhee for confirmation. it’s not often that yixing asks someone to do this with him because he knows styles clash, melodies don’t match, and the rhythm can be lost in a split second but he thinks gunhee is his best bet to play the piano ad libitum to try and brainstorm for something. it’s one of the first times he’s trying to compose with someone else instead of someone else and not someone he’s very close to either. it’s not the same as practicing with someone he regularly played with for performances.
“thanks for agreeing to do this!” whether gunhee ends up going with a guitar or trying something out on midi programs, yixing doesn’t know. but he has no experience with midi programs. well, he doesn’t compared to gunhee. his own experience is small and limited. so he’s looking forward to any guidance the other can offer him. it helps that he likes being around gunhee. the fellow trainee is calming to be around, for yixing who on most days, good or bad, can’t shut up. “where should we start? aa, did you hear my performance in december? it’s okay if you don’t remember but that’s some of the work i’ve done since i got signed.”
nora’s had kittens! and jaebum is a cat grandpa... what a beautiful moment. i wanna say that she’s had them all ( a litter of 5 ) sometime in november? ( give or take, smh at myself for talking 10 years to make this post ) ... the look of them is totally debatable and up to you ( if your muse decides they want one ) but they’re all completely different in appearance, not necessarily siamese like nora is.
jaebum put up a couple of ads probably around his apartment in gangnam, if anyone is interested. the ad will consist of all the information and jaebum’s number to contact. it’s gonna be first come, first serve. but with that said, two of the kittens have already been taken.
the only black cat from the litter has been taken by @rkgunhee and another ( with an undisclosed apperance ) by @rkyug ( that’s if you still want one, pls let me know if you/your muse changed their mind ).
please message me or reply to this post if anyone is thinking about taking one!
his first thought is why gunhee? he’s not gay even if he has nothing against it. love is love and everyone should be allowed to love who they want. the world could always use more love. besides, he’s promised baekhyun that if he ever did start to feel that way about any guy, it’d always and only be baekhyun. the answer is simpler than he thought it would be but he’s still laughing on the inside about gunhee being involved. he could imagine his fellow trainee growing shy at the idea. it’d be cute but not enough for yixing to feel that way about him. “i’d marry meiqi. she’s my best friend. kiss chorong because i think i could survive that. i don’t think she likes me enough to even consider a kiss so that is not an option.” saying he’d fuck her is too crude for him to say aloud, especially for a fellow trainee he respects. “sorry gunhee... but we’re still friends, right? i think he’d forgive me.... right? aa, i hope so...”
/ txt . hobi☆ / are you free later? we could have lunch or .. something. i dunno?
/ txt . hobi☆ / i mean, if you want to -
/ txt . hobi☆ / i’d just like to see your smile deleted
/ txt . hobi☆ / or we can just hang out over the weekend. your call
/ txt . hobi☆ / … i’m being weird aren’t i? sorry ;;
( to: #1gun!~ )
(sms) lunch sounds great!
(sms) or we could do both???
(sms) not at all gun don’t worry.
he’s never been a natural with the technical side of things, always begging phone and laptop help from his more computer-literate friends. when it comes to music production, jinwook isn’t capable of much beyond attaching an instrumental to the vocals on his youtube covers.
it’s a wonder he survived as a composition major for two whole semesters without really confronting the deficit - but then again, he didn’t exactly pass with flying colors. jinwook leans back from sphere’s fancy desktop setup, rubbing at tired eyes. “this seemed way easier to do in my head.”
he laughs a little, more sheepish than whiny. he hopes song gunhee isn’t losing patience in him already. when jinwook had asked him for help, he’d framed it as more of a songwriting collaboration than the makeshift midi lessons they’ve turned into. this isn’t much, just messing around with a simple beat, but still. jinwook rolls his neck, looking back at his handwritten notes. “thanks for staying late with me.”
‘did you know... that there are precisely five hundred and eighty-six tiles on the ceiling of the detention hall?’ he begins, unprompted ( as per usual ), tossing his phone onto the table before him in the most blatant of frustration. ’do you know how i know that?’ he pauses, though not nearly long enough to allow the stranger time to properly respond. not that it matters--- surely they must care enough about his troubles to say yes. who wouldn’t? ‘BECAUSE--- my asshole friend can’t seem to be bothered to respond to my text messages! a whole hour in detention and they left me stranded! who does that to a person? a monster--- that’s who. can you believe it?’
