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[rkheejin]

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[hangyulrk]

LEE HANGYUL ; PURE CONCEPT for SUPERSTAR ROYAL AUDITION !

    hangyul almost marks the email as spam. almost. he doesn't know what stops him from doing so, but after a moment of deliberation based solely on the title of the email, he opens it and reads through its contents.

    superstar royal... what is that?

    befuddled, he rereads the email at least three times, eyebrows furrowing deeper with every repeated scan of the words. an audition, concepts, a photoshoot—they're all words he knows but for some reason, none of it is making any sense to him when they’re put together.

    he thinks they've got the wrong person, until he remembers the email is addressed to lee hangyul. then, he thinks that maybe this is some elaborate scam to get his money, without... actually... asking for any banking information...

    hangyul fumbles with his laptop for a few seconds, his movements bogged down with confusion. finally, he manages to type something into the search bar, and the results flash across his screen almost immediately.

"much like kt’s game, ‘superstar royal’ will be free to play and feature all of your favorite artists from the company. fans will get to play every hit song from royal entertainment through a rhythm game and also collect cards featuring the artists. every week, players will battle each other in leagues to climb up the ranks and become the superstars of the game.

on their statement, royal commented they’ll also be holding auditions to help with promotions for the game. last year, idols, popular trainees, and lucky fans managed to all come together to film different commercials of superstar ktworld."

    he knows of kt and royal entertainment. well, he doesn't know them by name, but he knows vaguely about idols and kpop and... and... that's the extent of his knowledge, actually. hangyul doesn't even know what rhythm games are, and he feels uncharacteristically stupid for perhaps the first time in his life.

    none of this explains why he's being called in for an audition. if anything, after reading the article and a few wikipedia pages, he feels even more lost in this situation.

    there's no other option, then. hangyul grabs his phone, presses on one of the few contacts he has saved, and presses the call button. she's his go-to for everything trendy and ridiculous, always has answers. he can count on her.

    yeji tells him everything, starting from the game in question and ending with her fake class survey—a ruse to sign him up. hangyul can't even bring himself to be angry that she'd used his personal information in such a way, because yeji sounds excited to also participate in what is considered a big deal. somehow, he ends up agreeing to take the spectacle seriously, promises to do his best, and hangs up the phone feeling embarrassed.

    turns out, he can only count on her to do stupid things.

* * *

    the days leading up to the audition pass agonizingly slow. it's not that hangyul is nervous or excited. he doesn't particularly feel anything. he knows the moment is near, while a part of him wishes it wasn't. but april 30th comes with a loud reminder from his phone at precisely 7am, and hangyul rolls out of bed to reluctantly prepare for the day.

    pure. he doesn't think the concept fits him, but it's the only one he truly understands (what the fuck is fresh? crush? they don't even come with descriptions!). hangyul's closet doesn't offer anything special so he wears a simple white shirt and jeans, and styles his hair with as little commitment as possible. he doesn't tell his parents where he's going or what he's doing as he leaves the house.

    there are many familiar faces in the hallway, all waiting for their own turns. hangyul smiles at his cousin, offers a wave towards the girl who forced him into this mess, and briefly settles on someone who he had met at the bazar. he doesn’t bother approaching any of them, as they all seem occupied by one thing or another. everyone seems to have their own routine that they're practicing: listening to music, breathing slowly, chatting with each other. hangyul wonders, briefly, if these people have experience in these kinds of things—already, he's at a disadvantage (not that he wants to succeed, but it would be embarrassing to be turned away so quickly from something he didn't even want. it's a pride thing).

    he makes small talk with a stranger before he's called in for his audition.

    an array of props are presented to him, but hangyul doesn’t think too long about what to use. he grabs the first thing he sees and positions himself in front of the camera.

    it’s embarrassing, to say the least. hangyul has no idea how to wield the prop or look pure. his poses are weak and influenced by whatever the photographer says, while his expressions are stiff and unnatural.

    he’s not used to this; that’s his excuse for losing his composure so easily, for something so mindless. is modelling actually this hard, or is it just beginner’s nerves? (not that he’s nervous or anything. there are no butterflies in his stomach).

    “try to loosen up,” the photographer advises. it’s easier said than done, and he can tell the worker is getting fed up.

    still, hangyul nods as he absorbs those words. loosen up. if he can ace his tests and solve equations and conduct complicated experiments… no, hangyul refuses to let a modelling audition be the bane of his existence. he’ll never hear the end of it (from who? he asks himself. from himself, probably. and the science club if they ever find out).

    rolling his shoulders back, hangyul takes a deep breath. his eyes flutter shut, and when they open once more, there’s a determined gleam in them. he’s gone about this thing all wrong. he’s trying too hard to achieve the results he wants, rather than keeping a steady mind and procedure to get the result that is naturally occurring.

    that’s it.

    “can i switch props?” his question is met with an irritated nod and he wanders back towards the prop table. in the back of his mind, hangyul knows time is ticking, dwindling down. he must have five minutes left over, at most. he needs to make the best of it (he doesn’t care! he doesn’t!).

    he’s careful with his choice this time. hangyul reaches for the item that he feels most drawn to, rather than hastily grabbing for anything. he returns to the shoot and lets his body move on its own accord.

    that’s better. 

    the next few minutes pass quicker than ever, and hangyul bows before exiting the room with his ears burning. it was fine while he was posing (had he disassociated or something?) but all of the initial awkwardness seems to be catching up to him with every step he takes. god, he needs to get away from here.

    hangyul thinks he might just kill yeji.

[hangyulrk]

dance monkey, dance.

@yejirk

freestyle hip-hop dance workshop, dated may 29th, 2020.

   there's about an hour between the two classes he had signed up for. this morning, hangyul had expected that he would be bored during that time, thought that maybe he'd ask to meet up with yeji before the second class that she had convinced him to accompany her to. now, he was glad he had done no such thing.

   for most of the hour, hangyul was cooped up in the men's washroom. he was hunched over the sink, gripping the counters as water dripped from his chin. it felt like no matter how many times he splashed his face, or took calming deep breaths, or slapped his cheeks to get it together, his face was still the reddest he had ever seen it. every few seconds, he just kept thinking about chojin—her cute smile, the way she interacted with everyone in the class, how he'd missed his chance to get a picture with one of the prettiest girls he had ever laid eyes on. fuck.

   his face is somehow still burning when he leaves for the hip hop class. hangyul keeps his head down as he manoeuvres the hallways, bumping into the odd stranger if they don’t skirt around him. when he finally meets yeji at their pre-determined spot and they head for the class together, hangyul remains completely silent the whole way, his eyes fixed on his shoes.

   it's only when the instructors introduce themselves and inform them on what the class will be doing for the next two hours (two hours?!), he begins to grumble immediately to the girl beside him. "why did i let you bring me here... hwang yeji... i don't know how to dance!" the perpetual chojin-blush on his cheeks has faded into one that stems from a mixture of fear and irritation. he grips yeji's wrist, as if that'll fix everything. or maybe he's getting his revenge for all that she's put him through (is he still annoyed by the whole superstar royal thing? yes). "let's be in the same group later and you can do all the choreography. as for right now, well, how the hell did that idol guy move like that?"

[rkiny]

♡ ₊˚ what to do?

( w. @yejirk​ ).

     on any normal occasion, nayeon wouldn’t find it hard for herself to make such a simple decision, especially when the options being presented didn’t seem overly difficult in comparison to one another. really, she was always a fan of choice— who wasn’t? now, however, she finds herself at a stalemate with her own wants. everything seemed like it would be a great deal of fun!

     relief comes in the form of yeji, a friendly face she hasn’t been able to see in over a month now, and nayeon finds herself bouncing her way towards the younger girl with a pleasant smile and a brightening demeanor. “long time no see, stranger!” her voice is light, giggles under toning her words, no hesitation holding her back from grasping yejis hand in her own to catch more of her attention. while it may be surprising despite having been able to meet up for a little around a month ago, nayeon hopes its a happy surprise. “have an idea of what you’ll do today?”

[rkpcy]

* mom’s jjapaguri ,

@yejirk

it’s been a while since he’s hung out with his cousin outside of the trc building. he figures that she probably gets enough of him within those walls, seeing as how they’re there almost 24/7 and so he doesn’t invite her over or out as often as he would like. after their conversation in the recording studio, though, about their mothers’ and grandmother’s cooking, he can’t help but to have her over on a saturday night so that he can cook for her. sure, he’s not quite at their level yet (and he doubts he ever will be; that’s just how highly he regards their cooking), but he’s pretty good, if he may say so himself. plus, it’s been a minute since he’s prepared a full course meal for someone that wasn’t himself, his girlfriend, or the new trainees.

finding the time was probably the hardest part of it, between training and socializing and the other commitments he tried to regularly keep up, he barely found time for himself as it was, let alone enough to go grocery shopping, prep and cook food, as well as clean his apartment to make it look presentable for guests. it’ll all be worth all of the effort, though, if yeji enjoys the food he’s made.

“hey, i forgot, do you like egg in your doenjang jjigae?” he asks from the stove, turning to look at his cousin as he stirs the aforementioned soup in the pot. it’s just the start of the things he’s prepared for tonight---and honestly, he might have prepared too much---and he wants to make sure it suits her taste. “or would you rather have without?”

[rkpjs]

— make your day ;

charisma starter for @yejirk !

pj tapped his foot restlessly on the ground as he studied the menu, somehow having no idea what to eat despite having been here several times in the past. each time his eyes glanced over an item on the menu, he immediately lost interest, perhaps due to the overwhelming number of things that had been on his mind for most of the day. “hmm,” he hummed aloud, frowning down at the menu as his indecisiveness continued to power over him. why did it feel like there were so many options?

“i don’t know what i want,” he admitted, lifting his gaze to meet yeji as he offered her an amused grin. pj was glad that yeji was here with him, given that she was becoming one of the few people that he felt he could really trust to be there for him. he hadn’t expected a lot when he came back to seoul—their moms were friends, but that didn’t necessarily mean that they would be friends. as time went on, however, he was glad that they had had the chance to get closer. “mm, or maybe i just want too much? this menu’s like... massive,” he exaggerated, exhaling dramatically as he dropped his menu onto the table. “what are you getting? i think you make good choices, so i’d rather trust your judgment than choose on my own.”

[rkiny]

imrinnas posted a new photo…

[rkmason]

flower party

he isn’t too sure of how he got one on his own. in passing makes sense but you’d think he’d remember when someone handed him a lei. did he accept one earlier? did he take it from chanyeol who got it somehow? yeah, that seems most likely to be honest. either way, the colorful flowers of the lei are more realistic than the ones he used to see as a kid. looks fancier too and odds are he shouldn’t just randomly have it. hell, he wonders if someone brought it in particular for someone else. 

if he could, he would’ve done that for naeun but distance is needed and he can’t risk it as much as he did before, not when he got tied to a royal girl before and it hits a little too close to home. 

debating looking for chanyeol again, which wouldn’t be hard considering he’s got ‘bruce,’ minho changes his mind once he spots yeji, walking up to her with a wave in greeting. “hey! so, i’ve given you flowers before but... want this lei? i think it’d look much better on you.”