❝ 星になってね、スニョン君。
( become a star, soonyoung-kun—. )
rkship: minatozaki sana x kwon soonyoung (@rkhoshi)
they're not in the same class, but sana comes to find out that that's not the reason why she hardly ever sees soonyoung at school.
it's weird because she swears the person she walks with to school in the morning is definitely soonyoung, but whenever lunchtime comes around and she peeks inside the window of the classroom next door, it's like her mind is playing games with her... like she never walked with him because he's not there.
"ne, where were you at lunchtime?" she asks during dinner, glancing up from her food with a smile as soonyoung does with a blink. there's a noticeable pause, like he has to think about it, and she awkwardly looks over at his parents that seem to be waiting for an answer, too. noticing a speechless soonyoung, she quickly adds, "ah-- i was looking for you! because i thought we could have lunch together, ne?"
"bathroom!" he finally exclaims, his eyes arching with his smile. "sorry you missed me! lunchtime is bathroom time for me, you know? i drink a lot of water, ha! --haha!"
at first, his reason seems plausible-- she goes to the restroom during lunchtime, too-- but when she realizes his disappearance is a constant thing and he isn't there during breaks between periods either, she senses that there's something else at play.
"ne, let's eat lunch together tomorrow?" she finally suggests with a smile on their way home one afternoon, hands locked behind her back as she merrily puts skips in her steps. what really raises her suspicion is when the usual "yes man" soonyoung lightly fiddles with the straps on his backpack, even more so when his eyes become shifty as he thinks.
"ummm..." he drawls. "we can," he says, and sana knows something's definitely up because his answer isn't a "yes" or a "sure".
what really puts the icing on the cake is when he walks her home one day before turning on his heels to head for hagwon as usual; he walks in the opposite direction of what she usually sees. that's not the way to hagwon, is it? she knows she shouldn't, but she waits for him to turn at the corner before following behind him, eager to know just what he's up to.
what sana sees that day isn't a mere reason why soonyoung's constantly absent; it's much more than that. much bigger. she stands there watching him for hours and hours in secret, witnessing his shirt become victim to his sweat and hard work as he smiles and laughs and practically glows while dancing with fellow passionate dreamers. what sana sees that day sparks millions of different things within her that were once forgotten, and the feeling is beyond overwhelming.
"why weren't you at hagwon today?" at the sound of soonyoung's father's voice, sana freezes in her spot at the top of the stairs and carefully peers over to find another speechless soonyoung. "your teacher said you weren't there."
"i, uh--"
"well?" his mother chimes in, and sana's body moves before her mind does.
"he was with me!" she chirps, sleeved hands finding the stair railing as the kwon family of three turn their heads to look up at her. her smile is sweet as always, not once faltering at the look of confusion on soonyoung's face as she continues. "we were at the library to study; i asked him for help." she tries her best with her broken korean, making her way all the way down to the end of the stairs as soonyoung's parents exchange glances with one another.
"well, sana certainly wouldn't lie..."
she just did, but she plays it off with another smile before bowing her head respectfully when the two adults make their way upstairs after a mutter of good nights. soonyoung watches his parents' backs grow further and further away before turning to look at sana when they're finally gone.
"why did you do that?" he whispers, frowning. "what if you get into trouble because of me--"
"soonyon-kun!" she takes his hands, bringing them up to shake them gently as her eyes light up with excitement. "i saw you! i saw it-- your dance!"
soonyoung blanches visibly, as if he's seen or heard something absolutely terrible, and at the sight, sana's hold around his hands grows a bit tighter.
"i won't tell ajussi or ajumma, don't worry." her gaze searches for a look of relief on soonyoung's face, her insides dying to tell him so many different things that would probably just end up coming out as word vomit if she's not careful. "you're amazing; is that what you have been doing during schooltime? is that what you want to do? your dream?"
"i-- i want to, but--"
she's asking him too many things at once that he's having a difficult time keeping up, she knows, and before he's able to properly answer anything, she speaks up again.
"become a star, soonyoung-kun!"
soonyoung blinks. "... eh?"
"follow your dreams; i will be cheering you on always!
「星になってね、スニョン君。」
(hoshi ni natte ne, soonyon-kun—.)
The live stream was going well, Seungjun’s head tilting as he wandered away from the local playground he had started at and finished off his coffee while he answered questions. Some were silly, others about when he would release the new line of clothes and most comments were just hearts and compliments. Not that he minded, laughing and chatting and becoming embarrassed quite easily as it went. When he had needed to walk home, he realised it was getting dark and confessed quite childishly that he was scared of walking alone. “Just keep me company! Don’t leave,” he pleaded to the camera, shaking his head and trying to ignore the prickle of goosebumps down his nape after a dog had barked him suddenly. His eyes darting in front of him when he saw the person dancing.
His steps faltered, twisted around to look behind him and then around for any sign of why this person was dancing alone. The familiar apparel of a chicken store on his form. The phone was brought to his face, cupping over it as he whispered. “Someone is dancing ahead of me, look,” Seungjun uttered, smiling and turning around to show the boy who was enjoying himself. One finger wiggled pointing at him through the haze of the streetlights and giggling quietly. He knew he should have been heading home, but he was distracted -- he was always, so easily, distracted. “Huh? You can’t see?” He squints at the screen, slowly moving steps back and moving closer and closer to the bow, glancing over his shoulder and back to the camera; changing the angle. “Can you see him yet? Look.”
open event: charisma starter (4)
{‘chicken mania’, seogdong-gu} {2017-06-23}
@rkxminhee
Soonyoung tilted his head at the view right in front of him. His boss had told him to clean up and close the store this night so that he could do the last deliveries himself. But nobody told him before that would mean to kick out some customers falling asleep. He often witnessed drunk people at the store as it was just natural to drink some beer while eating fried chicken but Soonyoung has never been the one to get rid of them in order to close for the night.
But this time he had to think about something. So he got closer to the female and hunched down to look at her face as her head while lying on her arm. She seemed so peaceful while sleeping that he wondered if she was really drunk. But while he was thinking about it there was no other explanation – who would like to sleep at a place smelling like used frying oil? A bowl with some chicken, obviously not even touched once, was standing next to her so Soonyoung picked that up first. Bringing it back to the kitchen he thought about what he could do before going back to the sleeping woman.
It was no use, he had to wake her and hope she’d be able to get home on her own. He didn’t want to let a woman walk around at night on her own, let alone if she was drunk, but he had to go to the dance studio and fix some things before he could go back to his apartment and get some sleep. She just had to be fine on her own.
Soonyoung stood next to her, shaking her shoulder gently and looking down at her. “Uhm…excuse me? Miss? Are you okay? Ehh…”
Training relentlessly can make anyone starving after a long day so it was only normal to find a nice place to grab some fried chicken to fill their stomachs even though it was late and technically she shouldn’t be eating at this time but the female was starving. Thankfully, chicken mania was still open so she quickly grabs something to eat before heading home, she was too tired to make her own food. Minhee quickly takes her seat, orders some delicious fried chicken to fill her giant hole along some water to wash down the food.
Time went on, food was gone and her eyes began to feel heavy. It didn’t take long to find her head resting on her arm and her eyelids closed as she began to fall into a nice sleep. This tends to happen to Minhee after a good meal, the restaurant was warm and cozy too so it felt ideal to crash even though, in reality, it was not the most normal thing to do yet there was nothing she can do as the body won over the logical side of her brain.
A distorted male voice breaks into her dream land, not really making any sense at first before she heard miss clearly. The female nose began to twitch slightly as slowly lifts her heavy head from now her dead arm as the blood stop running towards it, the other arm stretched brushing her hair away from her sleepy face before her lips parted letting out loud yawn while her hands began to rub the sand away from her eyes so she improved blurred half open vision.
Soft mumbles escaped her lips not even making any sense, Minhee’s brain was screaming at the idiotic self right now. Who in their right mind falls asleep in place smelling of chicken oil? Finally, her brain was in sync with her body making it easier for her to say words to the stranger. “I’m sorry for falling asleep…I didn’t mean to. Do you know what time it is?” she couldn’t help but sound so apologetic for her actions, this girl needs to not fall asleep in random places.
Sometimes Soonyoung hated his roommate and his stupid ideas. But at the same time he hated himself for agreeing to bets he could only lose when it comes to those stupid ideas. So once again he lost a bet and had to face the consequences his roommate thought about. But this time he had thought about the probably most humiliating task to do for Soonyoung. And despite all the whining and complaining about how unfair it was - “I don’t need this!” - he still couldn’t get around it.
There he was, a piece of paper in one hand with a phone number written on it while he tapped onto the table with the other. It wasn’t like Soonyoung was shy or easily scared around other people but calling a stranger for some personal request – a request he didn’t even think about himself – was quite awkward. And he already felt sorry for the girl to make her feel uncomfortable. Getting his phone out of his pocket he looks up at his roommate again and sighs. “She does speak Korean, right?” The name written under the phone number hinted that she was a foreigner and somehow the blonde hoped she wouldn’t quite understand what he’d tell her. But all those hopes were crushed as the other boy nodded and replied that she’s a classmate of his. Followed by a nag to finally call her.
Leaving out a long breath Soonyoung finally turned the display on and dialed her number. This was definitely going to be uncomfortable for the both of them. Hello Meiqi, you don’t know me but I got your number from my roommate. You know Junsung, right? Well… yeah, I lost a bet and now I’m supposed to ask you out for a date. I know it sounds creepy and I’m really sorry for making you uncomfortable. Oh, my name’s Soonyoung by the way. But you could call me Hoshi as well.
Now that surely wasn’t the way to start this whole conversation. But as the phone was ringing Soonyoung didn’t have much time left to think about what to say.
meiqi’s used to getting a lot of phone calls. she’s made quite the amount of friends in school and outside of it courtesy of her sociability. she’s given her number to classmates, people she’s met at the park, and fellow teenagers from business parties. of course, there’s also the friends and family she’d left back in hong kong. therefore, it’s not a surprise when her phone screen lights up with an unknown number, the ringtone blaring throughout the room.
she was, along with her cousin, sitting in on a meeting for her uncle’s company. they’re to observe what happens, quietly taking notes and watching the ping-pong match that is pitching ideas and debating against them. it’s so that when they take over in whatever amount of years, they’ll have an idea on what to do as true influencers of this company. however, meiqi’s not the type for the boring occupations in business. she can barely stay awake in her high school classes, much less the snoozefest of numbers and jargon. no surprise there, she’s slowly falling asleep behind her clipboard.
however, with a popular song forcing conversation to cease, meiqi is jolting awake. she’s groggy, glancing around to figure out what’s startled her out of her slumber when she realizes all eyes are on her. more specifically, her cellphone that’s vibrating incessantly on the desk in front of her. meiqi excuses herself amidst a rush of apologies and bows, grabbing her phone before running out of the room to answer the call.
she breathes a sigh of relief, happy to be out of that room even if later on, her uncle and aunt would chew her out for bad manners and forgetting to silence her cell. “new phone who dis?” meiqi jokes, recalling an english saying she’d heard back in hong kong.
After a long week at work, Sejeong was definitely feeling way too tired to cook for herself. She knew her mom was working the night shift, so she wouldn’t be home and she had had errands before that, so she wouldn’t have had time to prep something beforehand either, so Sejeong decided to treat herself and call in an order of chicken from a nearby restaurant. Okay, so maybe “treat” was putting it loosely, as she had ordered it enough the delivery guy had begun recognizing her.
She didn’t mind though, he was nice to talk to, despite the slightly embarrassing feeling that they’d probably be on a first name basis soon, since it seemed like she was always ordering and he was always her delivery guy.
of course, it only made sense that a long day of scorching hot temperatures would end with something as inconvenient as rain. and of course they’d still be made to perform in such conditions—dawon hadn’t come to expect any less. she’d adapt to it, she’d have to—but that didn’t mean she had to like it. to dawon, it felt like plain bad luck, but she couldn’t let her dissatisfaction show. if she had any hope of proving that she was capable of adapting to even the most demanding conditions, she’d have to take it all in stride.
a little rain never hurt anyone, right?
she enjoyed helping those that passed her by, much more than she enjoyed performing in this kind of weather. it felt nice knowing that she was helping others in weather conditions they may not have expected, and it made performing in such harsh conditions feel worth it. “hey there. want to stand under this umbrella?” she asked, referring to the one that she was currently carrying. “you have such nice hair, and... maybe this will help you to keep it dry until you can reach some better shelter. it wouldn’t be difficult for you to get sick in this kind of weather, so... here.” she extended the umbrella in the boy’s direction, hoping that he’d take it (even though it’d leave her without). “you can borrow it, if you’d like.”
open event: charisma starter (2)
{coffee shop at the myeongdong station, jung-gu} {2017-07-13}
@rkwon
Putting the neatly wrapped present on the other side of the table Soonyoung looked around to see if Wonwoo was already around. It was a rare thing that the blonde male was too early for a meeting – actually it’d happen like once in a year – but he wanted to be there first in order to surprise the other. It was still half a week until Wonwoo’s birthday but Soonyoung wasn’t sure how busy he’d be with work and coming up with routines the next week so he’d rather make sure the younger one would already get his present than being weeks too late with it. So he was waiting inside a coffee shop for the latter to arrive.
As he stared blankly at the wrapped books lying on the table Soonyoung had to smile, he still remembered way too clearly how he met Wonwoo the first time. Bursting into the old dance studio he had worked at like he always did he hasn’t noticed there was someone else one night. Without guessing anything Soonyoung had walked into the boy recording his dancing and stared at him for a solid two minutes before realizing he was disturbing him and apologizing for it. It took at least half an hour to explain the presence of each other – the blonde man didn’t believe Wonwoo would be a highschool student judging by his height – but after that they quickly found some arrangement.
Soonyoung was amazed by the efford the boy was putting into being able to dance despite the lack of money and immediately offered him some help. Normally he used those late night sessions to come up with new choreographies but helping out someone who was eager to learn with some personal dance lessons and customized critics how to improve would never be something bad.
And although Wonwoo didn’t talk much about his personal life – in fact compared to Soonyoung he didn’t talk much overall – sooner or later he figured some things out. Like his love for books. Or the fact that he couldn’t afford all the things he’d like to have. So after checking the personal dates and finding out about Wonwoo’s birthday without him knowing Soonyoung went to a bookstore and bought a whole bunch of books the shop assistant had suggested after telling him the books Wonwoo had talked about once. He could just hope it would be alright with the taller boy.
It never really occurs to Won that there are people outside of his two — very different — families that remember when his birthday is, or the case of his second family, care about it. His excitement builds the closer to the day he gets, but if anyone notices, they never say anything. So, when Soonyoung calls to hang out, Won doesn’t even consider the possibility that the older could know. He hadn’t told him, either, so what reason would he have to be suspicious? Besides, expectations usually lead to disappointment, so it seems better not to think anything of anything at all — at least, that’s what Won tries to convince himself when it relates to him. Years of believing he’s only that have persuaded him not to let disappointment control him anymore. ‘Everything happens for a reason’, or something. Maybe he twists his famous motto to his own protection sometimes instead of using it as a motivator, but doesn’t everyone have bad days? That’s all they are; bad days.
Though, saying that, Won gets the naive impression Soonyoung’s never had a bad day in his life. (Of course, if he looks beyond the surface, he’ll probably find that Soonyoung is just as human as the rest of us, but he’s still seventeen for a few more days — he’s still a kid who’ll believe whatever’s convenient.)
The details of how he and Soonyoung grew closer are fuzzy to him now, blurred in feedback and lessons from the older dancer. Truthfully, he’s grateful. Even if sometimes his pride won’t allow him to admit it, he knows that he can only get better with help from others. Still, Won’s not used to relying on anyone besides Mingyu and his family, but Soonyoung’s an easy friend. Won feels more comfortable around him than he expects to when he thinks about it.
Punctuality is a habit Won has yet to accidentally shake, so he’s a few minutes early when he pushes open the doors to the coffee shop. The scent hits him immediately and his nose crinkles, but he can deal with it. After all, he can just take nine showers when he gets back to the Jeon house to wash it away. “Hey, you’re early.” He comments, eyes narrowed suspiciously as he sits down. “What’s that?”
open event: charisma starter (5)
{nursing house} {2017-05-20}
@rkhoon
“Heeeeello?” Looking kind of lost Soonyoung walked further into the building and wondered why there was nobody there. During his last street performance someone had come up to him to ask if he’d like to earn some extra money with dancing and as the bills for this months were going to be higher than before he agreed without thinking about it again. Actually Soonyoung didn’t even hesitate much as he got told the person talking to him was a kindergartner and they wanted to teach the children some small dance routine for the upcoming summer festival. In fact he was used to each other people how to dance, it couldn’t be any different with children – aside the fact that they’d look adorable and Soonyoung had a thing for kids being cute.
But now that he arrived at the address he’s been given – he didn’t think much about the fact the whole interior was way too plain and white to be at a kindergarten – there was nobody in sight. Except for an elderly woman in the back of the lobby. Slowly Soonyoung approached her, bowing his head before getting close and sat down next to her. “Excuse me… But are you here to pick up your grandchild? Where is everyone?” As he just got an empty gaze as a reply the boy repeated his question again, a bit louder this time and making sure the woman was listening to him.
But the answer he got just confused the male more. She’d be waiting for her grandson to visit her. Soonyoung blinked a few times and tilted his head, not sure if she understood him wrong or if he was already deaf enough to not understand her properly. But as she seemed to be convinced by her words he didn’t ask any further. He just leaned back a bit and decided to wait for what was going to happen.
“Where is everyone…?” he asked himself while looking around in the lobby – what he didn’t know at that point was that he ended up in the nursing home not the kindergarten.
having spent many years as a regular visitor before officially becoming a volunteer jihoon knew those people better than some of his classmates. a few ended up forgetting about him from time to time, but his youthful mind would help them remember. he also helped them with their meals, and their medicine, and moving things around that were too heavy for frail arms or telling them that the, no, he wouldn’t turn up the volume on the tv because it was already too deafening as it was. some laughed about it since they were already on their way to being properly deaf, but jihoon still had some years to go and he was going to treasure them.
after helping one of the other volunteers moving the recently bought food into the kitchen, he decided to check on the entrance. with a quick look at his watch it seemed like it was the prime time for visitation, and meeting the families was always ( or almost always ) nice. a familiar lady stood next to a young boy, and while he didn’t recognize the latter he certainly knew the grannie. “kyungah!” he hurried his feet towards the tiny woman, eyes looking at the taller boy. “and you must be… shinyoung?” his sight kept changing from the elder to the younger, trying to catch any sign of resemblance. while he couldn’t pinpoint much, genes were nothing to be joked about. his grandma often said he looked nothing like his grandpa.
“a little bit tall for a seven-year-old, but you must be eating well! please tell me your secret.” and so the boy placed both hands on his waist, trying to find anything right about the situation, but being unable to. “I also thought you were going to be a girl-”
