#rkoct18eval

[rkseokwoo-blog]

— i remember your moves

@rkwon

Three times it had happened already, Seokwoo positioning his phone to film his practice and then as soon as he was in position, it slipped down from propped against his water bottle and he was left trying again. His nose crinkled as he sighed quietly to himself, pouting at the device as he made his way back to it and then picked it up. “Why are you being so mean, huh?” He complained at the inanimate object, as it did a lot of times before. The trainee already shifting the water bottle once more and placing the phone as carefully as he could against it -- this time it barely waited for him to let go before it was slipping. “Why? Why, why, why?” Seokwoo uttered in quiet frustration, trying once more and then hearing the shudder as his phone hit the floor roughly. His eyes immediately cringed shut, collecting it up quickly and dusting it over his shirt to check for scratches. A couple breaths coming from his lips before he glanced around the empty room.

Maybe he could find someone.

The idea had him clambering to his feet, and heading for the door. His phone clutched protectively in his hand, lingering outside the door for seconds wondering if it was safe to leave it. An empty studio could easily become a non-empty one if he took too long to find someone -- and he needed to practice. Seokwoo was left lingering in the hall outside the room for a few minutes, approaching a couple of girls first who were too busy and then trying to peek in nearby rooms for someone who didn’t look busy. He was about to knock on a door when he saw a male coming down the hall, a smile quickly brightening on his lips. “Excuse me,” he interrupted, bowing over before he took a proper look at the other. “Could you help me for a few minutes? I just need someone to film my practi--” Seokwoo faltered, blinking as he stared at the fellow trainee. He was familiar, he was more than familiar. His brow knitted together as he glanced at his phone, trying to remember where and awkwardly finish his question. “Film my practice. It should only take ten minutes. Please?”

[rksungho]

ceasefire.

@taeminrk

things have gone quietly. smoothly. it’s almost too much for sungho to believe; he’s in a group with his arch enemy and his little cousin who he hasn’t seen in years. and on top of that, he’s stuck with a guy who keeps trying to pry into his mind and a kid who worships the ground on which sungho’s most hated walks. looking at his history, it should be a recipe for disaster. sungho should be lashing out every two minutes and accusing someone of something and trying to start a fight. that’s the only thing he’s good at, apparently.

but he hasn’t.

maybe it’s just the winter months approaching and darkness that takes up most of the time in the sky that leaves him drowsy and docile. maybe it’s just learning to deal with people he doesn’t like. maybe it’s just a lull in his never ending anger that will return tenfold by christmas. he doesn’t know. sungho doesn’t even know if he likes this version of himself; quiet and sulky, but not entirely unhelpful. maybe he’s not the ideal groupmate, but it’s a stark improvement from the guy who craved chaos and discord. he just doesn’t feel like himself.

it’s by chance that he finds himself alone with taemin yet again. or maybe it’s not so much of chance, since the kt boys get more chances to practice together than they do with the nova parts of their team. sungho has absolutely nothing to say to him for once in his life. a crumpled slip of paper still rots at the bottom of his practice bag, untouched since their last conversation. being alone with the other man now makes sungho remember it anew, an uncomfortable feeling rising in his chest as if he’s disappointing someone by not reaching out for help yet.

[rkwon]

내 손 잡아줘.

@rkmg !!

he’s excited about doing the royal boys’ collaboration, don’t get him wrong, but he’s understandably more excited for his duet with mingyu. somehow, they’d spent the whole of the mgas apart until the finale, at which point they were in such a large group that the chemistry won believes is so obvious between them was completely overshadowed. maybe it’s selfish of him to want to perform with his boyfriend as much as possible and maybe that’s a can of worms he doesn’t want to be opening right before they’re due to start ( or ever ), but he can’t change his heart as much as he can change the sun rising and setting each day. the way things were going at the moment, though, it felt like he only ever experienced the latter. he glances at mingyu from the corner of his eye. he looks impossibly handsome in his matching suit and if they were anywhere else, if things were a little different, he’d kiss his rosy cheeks and tell him so. in the end, he bites his tongue, says, “are you ready?” instead. 

stretching his legs out in front of him, he wiggles his feet in his recently shined shoes. he wonders if everyone puts this much effort into evaluations or if it had just been their initial excitement to finally get to perform together just the two of them. he wonders if mingyu’s still excited. ( won is. ) 

“I’m kind of nervous.” he admits with a small, sad smile, his voice so quiet that only mingyu could even dream of hearing him. “I wish I had someone to hold my hand.” 

[junerk]

lion heart.

junmyeon was a little scared this eval, he couldn’t lie. not only was he in a group filled with people he didn’t know, he was the only guy in a group that was doing a girl group song. now, he was no stranger to do girl group songs, he had done a few during the mgas, but to be the only guy? especially for something with a very feminine concept? it was a little embarrassing, but he’d do his best.

it was nice to be able to meet more people under sphere entertainment though. one of the people in his group, eve, she had also been on the mgas (a different season, but still). he didn’t exactly know how to approach her, being incredibly shy and all, so he did the thing he knew how to do best. “h-hi sunbae! i brought you some green tea. we have to take care of our throats now that the seasons are changing and it’s getting cold outside. please look after yourself.” and he bows politely, holding the disposable cup of steaming tea out to her. 

@rkxeve

[rkbyunbaek]

( caretaker ) ;

@yccjungrk

it’s hours and hours of practice to prepare for the upcoming evaluation, to make sure the lines sit and the steps too. that they’re working together well and baekhyun likes the thought that their performance this month is a small glimpse of what the royal boys could be in the ( near ) future -- royal’s new boy group. this is like another test, another chance to see if they can make it work and it’s a thought that that gives him strength, one that motivates him to stay back alone in the practice room for more hours of diligent practice;

but, by now, baekhyun is aware of when it’s time to stop. when it’s time to step back and, at least, take a break.

when his bottle of water is drained completely it’s one of those moments. baekhyun knows that he can’t push it away much longer and has to get out of here to fill it back up, his exhausted limbs thankful. so, the music is turned off and his phone slips into the pocket of his sweats. the empty bottle is in his hands; and it doesn’t take long for it to be full once again, the rim of the bottle sitting against baekhyun’s lips as he slowly makes his way back to the room he’s been in this whole time. although, he wonders if he should just turn to grab his bag out of his locker and go home, take off since it’s late already anyway -- something disturbs that thought, though. making a frown appear on baekhyun’s features when a familiar song reaches him.

it comes from the practice room he’s passing, bright lights streaming past the small windows on the door. and it’s the same song that’s been playing when he passed it with the royal boys when they started their practice in the afternoon. baekhyun steps close, peeking through the window and sees yoojung dancing in there. she’s still around? without hesitation, baekhyun gets inside, slipping past the door with a light smile on his lips. “yoojungah,” he says, voice loud in hopes that it won’t be drowned out by the music, “still practicing? everything alright? or are you having trouble with the choreography.” something that sounds weird to baekhyun, considering how good her dancing’s been on the mgas.

[rkmg]

work it out.

@rkxjongsuk

It was strange being surrounded by more than simply his own companies trainees while training. But, he was definitely more comfortable here than he was, say... his old high school. At least he knew that the people he was surrounded by all had a common interest and big dreams in their hearts. Because of this, he feels rather confident about approaching a completely unfamiliar face to ask a few questions regarding his performances that he is preparing for this month’s evaluations. He does his best to compose himself, working up a warm and inviting smile as he clears his throat, hoping to catch the older-looking boy’s attention.

“Excuse me?” After his quick sentence, he fell silent as he waited for a response, not wanting to come across as rude. What if the other was busy and didn’t have time for questions? In that case, Mingyu would quietly and calmly walk away, then attempt to locate some other place for him to figure things out by himself. He wished that he knew where Won was, though he seemed to be surrounded by nothing but stranger’s faces. Seocho was weird.

[rkxrm]

Pressures ||

@rkgray

Minhyuk was pretty anxious about the evaluation when it was announced. He didn’t know a lot of retro style songs. Normally, he would have taken a pass and somehow slid by with a mediocre version of something. But as time was drawing nearer to his contract expiration, he wanted to put in more work. He wanted to make all this worth it. Even if he didn’t get a renewal, he wanted to make sure that he left on a high note. He knew that it was far fteched to dream of a potential renewal, but he really wanted this to work out and he wanted this to be successful. 

But he had no idea where to start. With time ticking to the end of the month and their performance date, Minhyuk still didn’t have a song and he was feeling the pressure to do well. Maybe a chat with his fellow rapper buddy, Gray would give him some ideas in terms of songs or even what to do in the near future. He wanted to succeed so badly.  He decided to seek Gray out and seeing the older man practice, he strolled into the other’s practice room with a grin. “Hyung!” 

[rkwendy]

Hey Tension!

@bambamrk

There are several songs Wendy intends to do this month. She had spent all her free time narrowing down her choices, which ranged from songs by MYNAME sunbaenim to songs from other sunbae groups outside Nova. Her playlist had even made it to Japan as far as she knows. All she’s sure of is that she wants a song that will remind the coaches that she is still one of the best vocalists among the trainees. (She will not fucking lose to Kim Yongsun. Not now, not ever.) But she also wants to show that she’s not a one-trick pony. 

She makes a face at her notes when she carelessly bumps into someone. She apologizes before she looks up to see Bambam oppa. “Oh hi, oppa,” she says with a slight smile. She supposes he can help her decide on a song for her evaluation performance. “How’s it going?” she continues. “This month’s evaluation is interesting, isn’t it? Have you figured out a song yet?”