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[fmdjoohwanarchive]

— shared home housewarming gift

when hwan was asked to take a housewarming gift when he went to the parties, the first thing he thought about was how he was enough of a gift. it was a fleeting thought that amused him more than anything but left him stuck as to what exactly to take. he wasn’t the person with the calmest schedule and he didn’t really have a lot of free time to go around and try to look for the perfect thing, but he also didn’t want not to take something.

the most obvious answer to him was something to eat. if he went to the two parties, there’d be twenty-one people for him to turn his attention to and it was simply not doable with his schedule. hwan knew he was only going to attend the first party, the one earlier in the day, especially because the house had joosung and sooyeon, easily the only people he actually care to visit and take something for. he knew of the others – it was difficult to be a complete stranger with other idols after six years in the industry, unless they had literally just debuted – but those two were the ones hwan actually cared about.

he took advantage of his grandmother being around to get her to help him bake some cupcakes. as much as hwan was a good cook, he wasn’t as good of a baker, and he was determined to make at least a batch of twenty so everybody at the house would get a little something from him. they were simple vanilla cupcakes with chocolate filling but hwan refused to go empty handed.

an afternoon free of schedules is the time hwan has to go around looking for specific gifs for sooyeon and joosung.

he’s unsure what to get them at first because it’s not like they don’t already have everything. besides, whatever they don’t take to the house with them, hwan is sure they can just go back home and grab it. so he sticks to small things that are just either meaningful or funny.

for sooyeon, he gets her a mug. he doesn’t even know if she drinks coffee or if she has any need for a mug but he gets it anyway. if anything, she can eat cereal out of it. hwan laughs it when he sees it, for the sentence written on the mug says “sarcasm, i sprinkle that shit on everything.” he made a mental note to keep the words away from the camera when he handed it over to her.

for joosung, it was both harder and easier. harder because it was a level of exposure he didn’t want to put himself through but easier because he didn’t even question what he should buy. he gets sung a blue crystal rosary. hwan originally wanted a pink one but he knew there were limits he couldn’t cross when sung has such an specific public image. he didn’t know whether the older man hung his over his headboard like hwan did yet he knew for catholics it was always a welcome thing to have a new rosary for your bedroom.

[cherrylgc]

probs not a professional gamer

...

cherry’s livestream begins at maximum volume and approximately zero preparation.  the stream opens with her way too close to the camera, eyes wide with excitement as she accidentally starts broadcasting before she means to. “wait—are we live?” she gasps dramatically, disappears from frame for five seconds, then comes back holding a drink she absolutely forgot she was carrying. “okay. hi. i’m professional,” she says with complete confidence, nearly knocking something off her desk immediately after.

tonight’s victim, according to her, is pokémon pokopia. “i’ve never played this before,” she announces proudly. “but if you’ve seen my youtube channel, i’m great at trying new things” there’s a bit of silence as cherry reads the comments “why is everyone calling me a liar?”. the entire chat collectively prepares for disaster.

within ten minutes, cherry has somehow misunderstood at least three tutorials, skipped important dialogue because “reading is stressful,” and accidentally convinced herself she understands mechanics that absolutely do not work the way she thinks they do. “no, no, i get it,” she says, nodding seriously. “the pokémon can sense confidence.” a pause. “that’s science.” her gameplay style is best described as loud guessing, every decision is made with complete confidence and almost never correctly.

“ohhh, this way definitely leads somewhere important,” she says, immediately walking into a dead end. silence. “…okay the game is gaslighting me.” whenever something mildly inconvenient happens, cherry reacts like she’s in a life-or-death movie scene. a tiny in-game surprise causes her to physically jolt backward. “hello?? why would they do that?” chat clips it instantly. at one point, she spends fifteen full minutes trying to solve an extremely easy puzzle while refusing every helpful hint. “i don’t need help,” she insists. three minutes later: “okay. i need emotional support.”

fans are laughing by now because cherry somehow turns every mistake into a comedy routine without even trying. she gives random pokémon bizarre nicknames that make no sense (“you look unemployed… your name is tuesday”), forgets objectives immediately after reading them, and confidently invents fake game lore whenever she gets confused. “no because i think this guy is evil,” she says, pointing at a completely harmless npc. “cherry that is literally the shop owner” the chat replies with.

“oh.”

despite being chaotic beyond belief, she’s constantly talking to chat, shouting out usernames dramatically, making up little stories, and laughing so hard at herself that sometimes she has to pause the game. she treats every tiny achievement like she won an international championship. “guys did you see that?” she yells after completing something designed for beginners. “i’m actually insane at this.” the chat, meanwhile, is busy counting how many times she got lost. near the end of the stream, after somehow turning a simple task into a two-hour adventure, she leans back dramatically.

“i think,” she says, completely serious, “i’m a gaming genius.” the chat immediately floods with questions asking if cherry knows what “genuis” means. cherry squints at the messages. “…you guys are jealous because i think outside the box.” someone points out she never found the box to begin with. she laughs so hard she accidentally ends the stream.

[rkgray]

// Oh NaNa  |  GRAY Solo

KTs BLACK KNIGHT April Evaluation 2019 KARD's Oh NaNa as J.Seph with @rkxminhee @rksomi @rkssoojin @minhyukxrk​ 

their group wasn’t as big as other groups, though gray supposed that five was a good number. the rapper was a little disappointed that minhyuk and minhee, his adorable 2min ship, didn’t get to pair up, though he thought that it was fine, now that the two of them had grown closer. he himself had no problems whatsoever with his own pair up soojin. she was a good dancer and it was easy to match up his movements to her. gray had taken over j.seph's part, so he of course appeared with a snapback cap.

when they were called inside, they positioned themselves in a diamond like formation, minhee in the center, both males at the side, while soojin stood in the front and somi in the back. everyone held their chins, when the music started, and when the first lines were sung, gray moved his body with the beat from one side to the other. he flipped around, put up the hand that was touching his chin a few moments ago to the side, palm upwards. then he let it gradually moving down, while he rolled his whole body. four of them bended forward and soojin slid to the side of the formation, still singing her solo part, before the others raised themselves again and mustered her the left hand on their chin once again. with a nod, somi switched into singing mode, and everyone bopped forward.

on the first glance the performance didn't seem that hard to learn, but to get into the right formation again was harder than it appeared in the beginning. finally the rap parts started and gray moved behind minhyuk who almost completely concealed him and minhee with his tall frame. the oldest male let his arms sway behind his back, chin pointing upwards, as he listened to minhyuk's rap. in completely sync, they waved the index finger from one side to another, a cheeky smile on their lips as the rap continued. the males jumped to the side, paving the way to the sight of three female trainees showing off their backsides.

swiping off imaginary dust from their shoulders, they finally moved into the key move, and gray mouthed the words "oh nanana." with a grin on his lips. his group was doing well, they danced perfectly in line and gave off a joyful vibe. he pointed at soojin, as they engaged into their pair dance, before returning into the body rolls and arm movements that were significant for the song.

with ease gray rolled his hips, jumped up, changed his position a little, and lifting up his arms just to roll his hips again, all accompanied by the "oh nanana" part.

he shoke his legs, as soon as he finally got to rap his part. as always his offbeat rap was different from the original rap, but it still merged into the song without a problem. he showed the female members appreciation over their beauty with hand movements, using the chin move once again. the dance routine repeated and eventually they came to minhee's singing part and all three girls wiggled their backsides again.

[iddax-blog1]

down in one.

halloween event starter for @idjowi

dax could say that he was absolutely having the time of his life. everything about the event was right up dax’s alley; he didn’t have to pretend to be anything that he wasn’t because there were no cameras, no one to see how messy he could get. the idols there knew solidarity was thing for hat night because they were all going to do things that couldn’t be leaked to public, so mouths were zipped shut. what happens in an idol event stays in the idol event. dax couldn’t keep up with the amount of drinks he was having, not that that was too big of a problem. if there was one thing dax knew it was that he could hold his alcohol fairly well. 

he didn’t have a problem. dax always thought that as long as he was aware and in control that his drinking wasn’t a problem. and for the most part, it wasn’t. he could have a night cap or five and then wake up in the morning ready to start the day without even and inkling of a hangover. but he knew that he used it as a crutch more times than not. he allowed himself to be taken away into feeling less alone. when he drank, he could have friends; he could sit at a bar or a club or a restaurant and let the alcohol take over his mind and make him more sociable. it was where dax was able to get out of the image hole he had been put into and a reason to interact with other people that he actually wanted to be around. dax had never been good at having friends, but he had made himself a little world where he felt a little closer to having a friend.

he had san, who he had known for his whole time at midas, someone who he would actually consider himself pretty close to. and through san he met jowi. jowi was wild and unpredictable and dax absolutely loved being around her. she was the kind of person dax could easily shoot the shit with because both of them felt contained by their jobs and by the face they had to put on for other people. when they hung out, dax didn’t have to think about anything other than having a good time.  

as he finished off the drink in his hand, he made his way up to the bar, grabbing a fresh whiskey on the rocks, trying to avoid eye contact with idols he absolutely didn’t want to talk to. even if the alcohol made it easier for him to socialize, that didn’t mean he wanted to with everybody. he spotted jowi near him, a large black hoodie seemingly swallowing her whole. he chuckled at the sight before walking over to her, careful not to spill his fresh drink.

“jowi what the hell are you wearing? you could swim in that fucking tent of a hoodie.” he took a small sip out of his drink and looked at her from other the rim of his glass. “i thought you were a cat earlier...”

[ex-rkkmh]

                      ✖  ━━━ 「 TRC SOLO 」BANG DIDDY BANG BANG                                    ◯ ( soundtrack ) ━ ♦ bang diddy bang bang, by mfbty

Saturday TRC schedules ended at five, but Minhyuk found himself texting Seohyun to eat before he got home; not to wait for him. A guilt gritted between his teeth as he sat on the floor, leg stretched out before him and half of his water gone already. He knew she would understand if he spent a couple extra hours training, she would support him -- but it didn’t make it easier for him to send the message. It felt like he let her down whenever he spent an extra minute at TRC than the schedule already took up, but the back to back classes, he didn’t have much time for any practice he needed out of it. Dance worked against his genetics, and proof of that was watching his father dance. He could pull off a slow dance when necessary, but Minhyuk would safely say his father danced how a father should; horribly cringe worthy. A part of him truly wished it was different for at least this month. Minhyuk gulped down my water, before he placed his phone aside; message sent and he knew he should get back to work. The ache for rest shaken off his body; he had done performance after performance as a musician, but dance was physically draining. A fact that left a sense of residual loss of confidence, he felt weaker against the other trainees; especially those who could get the dance down so smoothly. He rolled his shoulders, stretched his arms across his chest and curled his hand around the front of his shoe, shaking his leg faintly when he let it go again. As he came to stereo with the music, he pinched the front of his shirt, loosening it from his body before he set up again; repeat and play the same song. This was the only way he would get it down, persevere. Hand run through his hair to clean it up again as he found the start position. He didn’t quite know how or when it happened, but Minhyuk found himself falling that fraction of a second before he did. The focus on footwork was not making it easy for him, and he’d clearly done a movement wrong. His knees connected first, the pain that struck up through his leg, and then through his arms when his hands caught him before his face connected with the hard floor as well. A breath he held, pushed from the bottom of his lungs, and he was pushing back hastily, hands wiped down the front of his shirt as he slumped back more. “Fu--” Minhyuk cut off his own cursing, the first damage he noticed was the darkness of the skin in his knee. He knew he was going to bruise, but that didn’t matter as much as the aches in his wrists. From when he was a boy, everyone treated his hands and wrists with care; a musical prodigy with no ability to use his hands was tragic. Fingers massaging the joints softly as he sighed heavily. They seemed fine, and he was relieved; head hung as he continued to rub away the pain.

[ex-rkkmh]

                       ✖  ━━━ 「 TRC SOLO 」BANG BANG BANG                                     ◯ ( soundtrack ) ━ ♦ bang bang bang, by bigbang

It was late already, around eleven at night, and Minhyuk was breaking another sweat; shirt rolled up at the sleeves as he went through the choreography again. He truly didn’t want to let the rest of the trainee’s down with his lack of dancing skill; not to mention he was representing TRC. His company. Sweat beaded down the front of his brow as the beat vibrated in his chest, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip; his feet twisting as his arms were held up in position. The worst part was that when he tried too hard, even he could see it; and when he didn’t, he was everywhere. A frustration that appeared more and more; at least when it was an instrument, he knew where to improve, but this was out of his depth. When he felt himself move wrong, he faltered and cringed. A shaky breath exhaled, his head lolled as his hand went to rub the tension in his neck, and he was soon running both hands up through the stickiness of his hair.  His chest rise and fell with the heavy pants; no one saw him angry and there was a reason for that. Eyes squeezed shut, trying to settle the flushed heat through the layers of his skin as he turned away from the dance studio mirrors and languidly drew steps. The song continued to play as his hands rested on his head -- he needed his baseball bat, he needed the cage and the ball that he was anticipating. A release when he swung with all his energy, and heard the rattle of the ball hitting the inside of the cage. Minhyuk bounced a couple times onto his toes, before he felt the reminder of the dance choreography prod the back of his consciousness, and he swung his arms, kicking the air in that same frustration from earlier. “I have to get this down,” he muttered to himself, inhaled on the end of the word, before he heard the song coming to the end; repeat. Bang, Bang, Bang, on repeat for the last hour.  Minhyuk set his feet in place again to start over, to start from the top, to get it right. He had to get it right. That was the perfectionist in him, the part of Minhyuk that would push and push; through bruises and grazes to get this choreography down. Even if he knew this wasn’t his style, he knew what TRC stood for and he knew no matter what, he had to do the hard work to get to the point where he could do what he wanted. Finger messing his bangs as he inhaled again, centered himself and crossed his arms across his chest. He would do this. The beat growing to the beginning of the choreography, and his heart was drumming again. Seohyun told him to work hard, who took care of him, who forgave him for falling asleep on her; he wanted to put in the effort that deserved it. His parents too, they raised him to put his heart into everything, that putting in the work would pay off.