#rkhojung

[junerk]

cosmic railway.

starter for @rkhojung

aside from hyejin, junmyeon’s gaming circle and real life circle of friends never really overlapped. anyone he gamed with online that he had met online, stayed online. he never really video streamed either, he mostly just used his mic if he ever streamed on twitch or played with his crew of friends, so he had no idea what his gamer friends looked like, and they had no idea what he looked like. he wasn’t really open about his gaming on his other social media sites, so being an ulzzang didn’t help with recognition in that sphere of his life. it was completely separate, and he liked it that way.

running into them was almost impossible too, since he only had a voice to go off of, and seoul was too big to find any of them in easily. he didn’t even have their real names to go off of, he had aliases that were obscure, and he was certain no one went by them. his own alias was june001, and his friends all called him june. it was sort of close to his birth name, but introducing himself as junmyeon wouldn’t spark any recognition, at least he didn’t think so. 

he was in a cafe, as usual, on his laptop, doing his studying for the day. wendy was off at training and he didn’t know what minho or hyejin was up to, so it was just him, and just him meant cafe time. the white noise of murmured conversations made for easy listening as he worked away, until a voice he recognized started talking up at the counter. was that... no, it couldn’t be. he looked up, at the source of the voice, squinting hard at him, trying to determine if that was the face that could match the voice of one of his gaming buddies. there was no way... he had to test it though. he cleared his throat, ready to embarrass the crap out of himself by speaking out, to himself, in the middle of a public space, but he just had to know. “MM, YUP. can’t wait to play fortnite tonight!”

[kaiark-blog]

{ 💋 } strangers in the night

@rkhojung

it was the atmosphere in the club that had kaia addicted. from the first time she stepped into the clubs back in miami as a young girl of sixteen who had earned her name on the lineup of djs for the night after years of hard work, without her fathers influence she might add, she was hooked. the heavy bass of the edm transitioning into the popular modernized styles of club hip-hop that existed these days was like a drug. it was an influence all it’s own. she was drawn in hook line and sinker to the club venues and though she moved and was only legal once she moved to korea where her name truly blew up, she’d already become an addict.

so it was only natural that she worked at one of the hottest clubs in korea, noise basement.

unlike most nights though, her name was not on the bill and yet she still found herself stepping out of her coworkers car dressed to the nines all in the name of enjoying herself and the free bar. employee perks. a boy london women’s varsity jacket over a black strappy bustier top, high waisted red shorts to match the color upon her lips with black fishnet stockings beneath and a pair of black stiletto ankle boots to top it off, she was completely in her element down to the cascading wave of loose platinum curls waterfalling down her back. she was never one to walk out of her house looking any kind of way and in fact most often she came off more flashy than intended but owned it with freshly painted stiletto nails and a precise makeup routine to keep herself looking flawless.

a diva in every sense of the word.

however today she was there just as a casual club goer despite the looks tossed her way from those who frequented enough to recognize her from usual spot up on the booth elevated above the crowd and just like every casual club goer, the first stop was the bar. coming up alongside a woman clearly standing and waiting for a drink from the busy bartender, she too adopted the almost impatient grimace one held when waiting to be acknowledged. she was starting to sense that it was going to be a bit of a wait but she was the type to get rather impatient rather quickly. so she averted to the most nearest girl with an inquisitive raise of her voice to be heard over the stunning bass resonating through the walls and floors.

“how long have you been standing here, hon?”