#rvkyungil

[rvlimmy]

@rvkyungil​

Most of Liberty’s males were on the tall side - it was something she constantly had to work around and it made her policy of sustainable fashion a bit of a nightmare when keeping the budget in mind.

It also meant Limmy was not without a stool any time she had to do fittings or repair, which is what she was currently doing with Kyungil, who had somehow managed to tear his suit jacket. “So, do you want to tell me what you’ve been doing that you tore it? Jumping jacks?” she questioned.

[rvohkyung]

@rvkyungil​

“Kyungil--mom called me to remind you not to slouch on variety shows. Again,” he couldn’t keep track of the amount of times he’d been asked that by his mother, in nearly every phone call. “Would it kill you to call her back? I’d rather not play messenger all the time. It’s starting to get ridiculous.”

[rvwook]

@rvkyungil

Late nights around the practice room, circling around ideas for songs was a pretty common occurrence among the members of Journey. The over-consumption of caffeine that made his heart rate a tad bit faster than it ought to mixed with the lack of sleep tended to lend itself toward the group’s more creative ideas - also the messiest, but you know... write by night, edit by day or however that phrase went. Jaewook was fiddling with his pen as he was surveying the lyrics for the song written down. “You know--I think you ought to take center on this one, Kyung.”