#rkminghao

[danielxrk]

✞* is that a fret? ╯

                                                                                    ⊰ ◝ @rkminghao  ⊱  

daniel can’t imagine mina spending so much time at this festival without getting bored. he already texted her and to ask her if she’s ready to go, but she hasn’t gotten back to him yet. truthfully, daniel is ready to go home. his introverted self is starting to feel the tell-tale signs of social exhaustion. he ran into more people that wanted to talk to him than he expected-- but he can’t go home without his sister, so for now, he’s at her mercy. what could she be doing? he soon regrets that question, because his anxiety runs with it. she probably met up with some boy and is hanging out with him. maybe she’s not even at the festival anymore. oh my god, i’m a horrible chaperone.

he’s about to cover the entire festival looking for her, or go find that dj and ask him to make an announcement when he’s distracted by someone giving out flyers. normally, he’d just walk by, but this is someone he knows-- more accurately, someone cameo knows. the crowd of the festival only pushes him toward him, even though daniel would prefer to avoid him, but they make eye contact, and then there’s a flyer for lucky strike in his hands. 

it’s smart. here minghao is, using this festival for publicity for his band. where’s daniel’s band? dead in a ditch. (he can only hope it’s temporary.)

it’s too late for him to escape the scene, and to protect himself from any inquiries over his identity as the bassist of empty enigma. he already has his usual lie prepared for when it inevitably comes. daniel’s plenty familiar with lucky strike and all of their members, knowing the local band scene well over the course of the past near-year with his own. empty enigma and lucky strike may be rivals of a sort, but he’d still know minghao anywhere. he suspects it’s mutual.

[rkxrm]

ride on ||

@rkminghao

minhyuk quietly stumbles along. he's successfully found a few of the stamps and his card is half full. he wants to finish it and hopefully get a small prize. he likes chocolate enough to deal with this. he occasionally gets stopped by fans of the anime that hes wearing the costume from and for a moment, he's confused but then remembers that he's dressed as kyoya complete with the adorably fake glasses. he lets them take a few pictures and stumbles into a fairly long line for a ride behind another guy. he glances at the lineup and decides to ask the guy in front of him about the ride. "what's the lineup for? what sort of ride is it?" he asks, hoping that the answer isn't something too harrowing for him like a rollercoaster or haunted house or something like that.

he doesn't like rollercoasters and haunted houses and would never go willingly and yet here he is probably in line for something terrifying.

[rkxdejun-blog]

Lost

a starter for @rkminghao

 To say that the other boy’s room was a disaster would be to undersell the scope of the mess, and Dejun thinks that it deserves to be described in all of its glory: apocalyptic, incredible, bin overflowing, wrappers scattered about, water bottles curled upon themselves on his desk, clothes deposited in piles in a couple of its corners like burial mounds for Minghao’s dignity. 

 “Did...Kim Jong Un actually, like, rain this place in fire when I wasn’t looking or are you just a slob, dude?” he questions the noodle boy, trying to segment the room, scanning it with his eyes, wondering at how the two of them were going to find a set of keys amidst the wreckage. They were already running late, although Dejun was never the type to stress too much, he still preferred to keep to a schedule. 

 “Is this clean or dirty?” he asks, kicking one pile of shirts and trousers out of the way, listening for a telltale jingle that might betray their location, he shoots the other boy a playful grin, “I mean if I have to pick through it I’m keeping a pair of your underwear either way.”

[rkjanghanna]

❡ learn to appreciate

@rkminghao

had it been months since she heard the sound of her parents voice nagging at her through the other end of the line maybe, just maybe she could had tolerate them. clenching onto her handheld device tightly the female rolled her eyes towards the back of her head. stopping at the crossway hanna took the time to move the phone away from her ear as she turn her head left and right before crossing. even with the phone inches away from her ear she could still hear the voices. 

“are you done?” she stop them abruptly. hanna wasn’t always so rude to her parents but she did notice that the moment she moved to south korea things between them were no longer the same. however, that didn’t mean that she was cut off from her parents. “you’re always telling me the same don’t you think i get it?!” she yelled in english. it was better this way anyways so that no one could eavesdrop on her conversation. people in general are nosey and that’s how hanna saw almost everyone. “you can say what you and threaten me with this is that but you wont do it! you wont dare leave me alone here so stop trying to make it seem like you’re going to do something when you’re not!” hanna stopped in front of a boba shop before continuing her conversation after all boba will definitely put a smile on her face. 

“i hate you guys! if you really want to go through with all that nonsense then fine, don’t expect me to come around anymore!” 

[rksona]

💃  dance, dance

@rkminghao

It had been a rather uneventful day, which ultimately left Dawon feeling particularly unsatisfied. She remained exhausted from the hours of practice she’d been fixing into her schedule as of late, therefore, she came to the decision that this day would be one of relaxation. Although she felt her time would be put to better use if it were spent honing her skills, was there any harm in a short stroll through town to clear her mind? She had made no plans prior, and seeing as both of her parents were preoccupied with their own hectic schedules, it seemed Dawon was on her own for the time being. After growing tired of wandering aimlessly, the girl eventually settled down on a nearby bench to rest her legs for a short while.

Though she had originally settled on the bench to rejuvenate her own energies before heading home once more, Dawon soon grew restless. A particular song had been repeating itself within her head all day, and the girl had never been one to sit still for prolonged periods of time, so she absentmindedly found herself tapping her foot to the beat heard by no one but her. Mere moments later, she began quietly uttering the lyrics of “Last Romeo”, though as she continued, her song grew louder. It wasn’t until moments later that she noticed one stranger in particular, as he seemed to have taken it upon himself to dance to the song Dawon presented to the public. Upon seeing the boy, the lyrics seemed to slow down at first as Dawon attempted to grasp the situation at hand, though as soon as she figured it out, a quiet laugh spilled from her lips before she continued singing for the stranger.

[jaehyunrk]

( who let the dog out )

@rkminghao

jaehyun honestly quite likes some time away from the glaring screen of his laptop and the reminder that he’s got a million and one things to do. sure he’s studious, sure he spends more time crying over math than he does crying over girls, but truth be told he’d much rather spend his time outside. 

he spends his saturdays walking his dog, wangwang, around the park. it’s an easy way to relax, to not think too much about the stress of the world and it’s honestly a better alternative than smoking.

on most days wangwang is a good dog and jaehyun allows his tiny pup to take the lead as he strolls through the park with one hand tucked in his pocket and the other on the leash. but today is slightly different. he feels a slight jerk on his right hand when wangwang is suddenly rushing off, the hold jaehyun had had on the leash released from his hands as he watches his pet dog jump onto a complete stranger.

“oh my god,” jaehyun breathes, mortified. “i’m so sorry!”

[rkwonwoo]

kungfu fighting,

@rkminghao​

after graduating from high school, he doubted he would have the motivation to start learning new things that he has absolutely no knowledge of. save the hard-work and enthusiasm for things he knows he’s good at, and let all the other skills fall to the hands of someone else. or so he thinks until someone introduced him to a wushu teacher that is no older than he is. in fact, he’s two years younger than wonwoo and according to his friend, imported straight from china.

the first meeting was slightly awkward, as it turned out that his tutor’s korean was still in rags, and wonwoo lacked grace for such a beautiful form of martial arts. but in the end, they made it work somehow, even if it’s still not perfect. more surprisingly, they agreed to trade knowledge instead of money, which ultimately led the korean to help the younger master the language of the flag. finding himself back in their meeting spot, he greets his newfound friend with a smile. “hey, minghao. did you read through the list of vocabulary i sent you through kakao the other day?”