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Happy birthday Yeonjun hyung! Another year older and another year of being awesome. Thank you for being you, hyung! @chy913

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[rkchoisan]

. . . empty spaces.

he wakes up to the smell of coffee, with his limbs tangled in the sheets of a bed he’s only been acquainted with for a few hours. he blinks his eyes open reluctantly, hair a mess and sleep crust still on his face, though he's awake enough to notice the space beside him is empty. when he finally sits up, he’s quick to feel how sore he is and how his body feels like it nearly weighs 2 tons, but he’s pretty sure it’s mostly from the alcohol he had consumed the evening before, along with all the dance practice he had done during the day, and... 

well, the hook up he had last night certainly didn’t help.

he’s used to the morning after feeling, and it’s not usually the most pleasant thing in the world, but today he doesn’t feel too bad. just... normal bad. he had certainly felt worse. so he gathers himself, or more so tries his best to, which mainly consists of the bare minimum of finding his clothes and belongings to get dressed and make himself look somewhat presentable and his messy hair less... messy. he eventually shuffles into the unfamiliar kitchen, already empty by the time he steps foot in it despite the scent of coffee still lingering around him. he eyes the coffee pot that seemed to still be warm... yet it was turned off and left just as empty as the kitchen, making san’s eyebrows furrow curiously. 

“did you make coffee?” he asks, turning to the figure san had gotten quite comfortable with the night before, who was now slumped across his couch in the living room.

“huh? oh, yeah. sorry. i didn’t know you wanted any.” the male replies casually and conveniently places down his mug as he speaks.

“oh.”  

considering they had only met last night, san’s not sure what he had expected... a cup of coffee would have been nice, he thinks, but the other is too busy browsing television to notice the sad look on his face, and for that he’s thankful at least. san knew plenty well to have low expectations when when it came to hook-ups, so he doesn’t know why something as small as coffee seems to get his own feelings hurt this time around. all he knows is that he wants it to stop.

“plus, you were like knocked out cold, dude―” 

his voice trails off in san’s mind, the rest of what he says going in one ear and out the other. all he could manage to think about now was how he was going to leave soon (since he had no reason to stay) and how he also felt a little sick to his stomach. he wants to blame it on whatever he had to drink last night, but he knows in his gut it’s an emotional reaction more than anything else. 

he mumbles out his goodbyes not long after their interaction ends, half-heartedly agreeing when the other male suggests seeing each other again as he walks out the door. maybe, san thinks to himself. but probably not. the little voice in his head tells him the other only said so to be polite.

why did he sleep around so much if it made him feel like this? the fact that it didn’t always make him feel like shit was a normal excuse he told himself often. but why did he subject himself to such things seemingly without care? oh, right. because he hates being alone but at the same time fears being left. all of his past relationships seemed to be either short-lived or left as what-could-have-been’s because of it, and along the way san somehow managed to convince himself sleeping around was the quick fix for some the issues he had that were much more complex than he wanted to admit. thanks, dad.

if only he went to therapy.

but maybe now more specifically he was trying to forget about yeonjun. after drunkenly kissing the boy on a whim only to be pushed away a few weeks ago, san was left feeling pathetic and defeated. yet he couldn’t stop thinking about him or their kiss (which his brain seemed to love reminding him was not their first one). so what does he do? what san does best ― avoiding his problems and sleeping around with others to forget his worries. clearly everything was working out great. yeonjun was still on his mind, and if anything he felt worse than he had before.

―

san finds himself right back in the school’s dance studio, still dressed in the same clothes he had worn the day before but already too frustrated with himself and too tired to go all the way home and back just to change. he wants to force himself to practice, to actively do something more to get yeonjun off of his mind, so he figures he might as well do something productive. he connects to the speakers and turns on the music for a new dance he’s learning with so much nonchalance, it’s as if he’s done this a thousand times before ( he has ). 

he begins dancing in the open space immediately on cue, despite a bit of tension obvious in his body that wasn’t normally there as he still moves easily across the room. he can sense he’s lacking without even having to look at himself in the mirror, but he does so every so often to keep himself grounded ― or whatever. he wasn’t quite sure of anything right now if he was being completely honest. it’s a move that he’s already got the hang of, or he was supposed to, when san trips over himself and stumbles onto the hardwood floor. he winces though he’s not hurt; maybe a tiny bruise would be left on his knee and that’s it. 

it’s then he feels tears stinging at his eyes. 

he lets himself plop onto the floor with a sad huff as he unravels himself from the position he had been dancing in to wipe at his teary eyes roughly. he reaches into his pocket to grab his phone and turn off the music that had still been playing, successfully curling himself into a ball at the same time. he sits in the middle of the empty studio with his arms around his knees and his phone now open on his most recent texts with yeonjun. they had been in casual contact since the kiss and while their texts were friendly, nothing out of the ordinary... things felt different. at least a little. at least to san.

as much as san had said he didn’t want to make things awkward and no matter what yeonjun said, he felt like he had. and it wasn’t the first time. the two of them had only just reconnected and yet... here san was already ruining it. wiping at his eyes once more, he locks his phone and slides it onto the floor with an exasperated sigh before pushing his fists into his hair and tugging at the strands lightly.

what was he going to do?

[rkseonho]

sopa sunbae

@rkyjun

the halls of sopa are both familiar and unfamiliar in the way that seonho has been here for nearing three years now and he should be aware of where everything is yet the teen often finds himself getting lost. it doesn’t help that since the day he started coming here to sopa he has been a trainee and now an idol.his time here has always been very slim and he knows that isn’t going to really change. he isn’t going to suddenly stop being an idol and thus his time here is always going to come second to his schedules. 

sure, it means he ends up suffering through school work during schedules and at the dorm but well, it’s a give and a take, yeah. 

“i... have.... no idea.” he mutters to himself as he stops in the hall. he’s in uniform despite the fact he was only going to the teachers office to collect and turn in school work. mask resting on his face though it’s been pulled down to just below his lips. everyone he goes to school with is already more than aware of who he is and while sometimes some of his classmates end up being a fan, they don’t bother him all that often. so he didn’t worry.

like a light in the dark he see’s someone obviously older ahead of him and it takes a millisecond for seonho to decide his next course of action. “excuse me! sunbaenim!” he calls  crossing the distance with a combination of quick steps and long strides. 

[rknak]

*·— in a bit of a stretch

@rkyjun

she can’t do wonders like the splits or putting your foot behind your head, but nakyung can easily reach her toes which some consider impressive. anything that impresses other people she considers a big win on her book. yoga is the hot girl activity she needs to get on. it’s not like she has the time or the money to go to a specialized yoga studio. this comes as the perfect opportunity to start things out. the fact kim jennie herself is teaching it simply solidifies her choice of going. plus, this counts as part of her trainee schedule. big wins all around.

following the instructions isn’t too hard on itself. as expected, they wouldn’t give an intensive class if it wasn’t specified on the title. with these things, they always tell you to maintain a safe space between the people around you. it’s what she kept in mind when she arrived, but not really the dude who got there right after her. she’s sure his foot is not supposed to be this close to her face, but she can’t make a scene in front of jennie eclipse. that’s a whole jennie eclipse and this is just some random dude. it’ll be okay.

it’ll be alright. just breathe in and out like she was told. except it’s a hard thing to do when a foot hits your nose. nakyung automatically lets go of the current yoga pose—which, of course, involved holding onto your foot, which some people can't seem to do! the girl holds onto her nose, but instead of screaming, she tries to only groan very softly. don’t make a scene. don’t make a scene.

[rkkyungwon]

    ♡ HERE GOES THE CHOO-CHOO TRAIN ♡ ft. @rkyjun

right after having breakfast, kyungwon drives to yeoreum kindergarten where she is volunteering for the day. she’s been spending more time with kids lately; partly as a pr stunt for her newest book, but also because she genuinely enjoys seeing the smiles on their faces whenever she comes to read stories with them. pulling up to the small school yard, she parks her car and walks inside.

her eyes spot a bit more personnel than usual− the school is having a bigger event today. “good morning.” she greets the head teacher. they talk for a short while, the older lady explaining that there are other volunteers today who will help conduct the class and play with the children. kyungwon is going to read them a story after lunch, right before their nap time. prior to that she’s free to join the other volunteers in entertaining the children. additionally, just as her publisher had told her, she spots a filming crew.

“are they the ebs staff?” she asks, curious. the teacher nods, “they will be using some of the footage for their tv program. it’s ebs so we’re hoping more parents would send their children to yeorum.” thanking the teacher, she enters one of the classrooms, noting that a young man has already started playing with some of the kids. another child tugs on her hand as she sets her bag down and she responds with a wide grin.

[haknyeonrk]

catching fire

@rkyjun

if he’s being honest, he’s a little –– no, he’s a lot nervous. it’s not exactly a solo schedule since he’s got two other trainees helping him out ( which he’s most definitely thankful for! ), but he’s more or less leading this workshop. when he’d entered his idea, he wasn’t quite sure just how interesting a body percussion workshop would be like, yet one way or another, samsung had decided to go along with it.

he stands by the front of the room, playing with his fingers as he awaits the ‘students’. how should he address them? guys sounded too informal while, fellow students sounded a little too formal. everyone. yea, he should go with everyone. that sounded better.

he’d already thought up the plan for the workshop, had videos and gifts ready, he’d attempt to win their hearts with gifts of course! as he awaits their arrival, he spots a familiar face. it takes him a moment, but not too long, to put the name to the face.

“choi yeonjun...?” he asks as he approaches the boy. immediately he breaks out into a smile, and he wonders if the relief is obvious on his face. “hi!” he beams, “a-ah, sorry i got a little too excited seeing you here!” he blushes, embarrassed at how loud he must’ve been. he scratches the back of his neck and smiles. “wow! you signed up for body percussion, huh? why? do you find it very interesting?” he asks, and it’s only then when he realizes that he might be talking to yeonjun a little too casually –– after all, they’d only ever met three times before. “oh, sorry again,” gently he pats his own mouth as he pouts. “i’m just really glad to see you here! it’s nice having a familiar face! honestly... i’m kinda nervous,” he whispers, crinkling his nose.

[jaerk]

enjoy the hustle

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he was here, yet again. 

having had enough of attempting to shop for clothes, he wanders ; away from the clothes and towards the relics that were on the other side of the market. somehow finding himself in the piles of vinyls and vintage records that one vender had to offer. 

he’s leafing through a few in a box, taking note of the old musicians that began to pop up in the box. his eye wanders, a sense of nostalgia filling him as he realizes how many of the ones he sees are stocked somewhere in his aunt’s home  --  things he couldn’t part with when his parents had departed  ;  things he also couldn’t bear to really look at anymore.

but here, here it was nice seeing them. it reminded him of what once was. 

it was a nice feeling.

( at least it had been until he sees something he never thought he’d see again )  he watches as the stranger beside him pulls a notable record from one of the boxes  --  a limited edition vinyl of his father’s band, there had only been five copies ever made in the world. the sight of it made him blink in wonderment, even he had trouble getting a copy and he was the son of the person who made the record. 

ah, memories  --  he wonders how much it’d go for now. knowing how sought after it had been nearly a decade ago. 

[lixrk]

ʚ so that’s it

Yeosang considered himself a pretty strong person, as egoistic as that may sound. After all, he managed to survive after being cut off from his family, making ends meet with a part-time job, and found a goal for himself, even if he wasn’t sure how to achieve it exactly, without shedding a single tear.

So why was it that something as small as this affected him so?

It wasn’t much, really. Yeosang just happened to pass by his brother on his way back from work, causing a small spark of excitement that he thought was lost returning to him in that moment. He waved at his brother with a genuine smile, along with the nearly uncontrollable desire to run up to him and ask him how he had been doing, talk about Yeosang’s own life since leaving the cursed mansion that tore them apart - whatever came to mind.

His brother only brushed him off, turning his head as if Yeosang wasn’t really there.

No, Yeosang shed no tears. Dread merely settled upon his shoulders, staying until he reached his apartment, melancholy bubbling within his chest. The burden stayed and persisted to the point where he barely noticed the ringing of his doorbell.

Right, Yeonjun was coming over today.

Practically dragging his feet to the door, he mustered up the best smile he could before opening the door to let the other in. “Hey.” The tone of Yeosang’s voice was laced with enervation, which he hoped didn’t show too much. “I kinda forgot to get food so - uh - we can order pizza, maybe?” He gave a laugh, internally scoffing at how awfully crooked it sounded.

— @rkyjun !