#yujin001

[lgchyunjin]

come out & play

@lgcyujin

there wasn’t much time in between their combination of schedules for breather time, but where they could squeeze in a few moments, it was -- nice. and wholly appreciated. because downtime is probably what will keep him sane in the long run, which is probably not what any label churning out idols and trainees really had in mind. profit, groups, profit, success-- he didn’t mean to speak ill of any label, his included, but at times, he honestly felt run into the ground.

some extra space in their schedule had hyunjin texting one of his closest companions at the company. he spotted her head of blonde hair before he saw the rest of her, waving and calling out to yujin. “noona,” the younger boy greeted, voice chipper despite the tightness in between his shoulder blades. there was a sense of childlikeness when he was around yujin (apologetic as he got, he couldn’t stop.) 

exhibit a, hyunjin pouted immediately after their hellos. while lgc entertainment definitely had their fans and whatnot, it wasn’t usually of the trainees and they were able to walk from the building without any commotion. maybe one day, that would change. “i feel like we don’t get to see each other much anymore. the schedule is so tightly packed. at least we get to perform though, right?” 

[lgckiyoung]

been there, done that

@lgcyujin​

friday evening finds kiyoung in the cooking section of a local bookstore, gaze focused as he scans one of the many shelves to find a particular title. he’s been waiting for this book to come out ever since he saw the advertisement a couple of months ago. although he doesn’t consider himself as that great of a cook, apparently being the only one capable of making something edible in the dorm grants him the status of resident chef.

it’s an odd sight to say the least. to unknowing eyes he probably looks like a son looking for a gift for his mother or grandmother. but then again, it’s not like people would notice him anyway.

“ah, here we go.” kiyoung mutters as he plucks a book from the shelf before him. the hungry student cookbook. perfect for their limited budget and minimal spare time. there’s only so many times omelette and fried rice people can eat for breakfast. 

once done with his own errand, the boy makes his way to the poetry section, where his friend told him she will be lounging in the mean time. once a familiar mop of blonde hair appears within his vision, kiyoung slides into the spot next to her. 

“hey, ready to go?”

[n0rthernattitude]

who: dom + yujin (@ofethereals) where: harvest moon grocery

his basket was already full of the staples: microwave popcorn, tortillas, ground beef, an assortment of veggies, hot sauce, and shredded cheese, and a six pack of pop. but dom wasn't done yet. he stood in the pet aisle, the basket at his feet, two bags of different brands of cat food in each hand. he squinted at the first bag: better price, shittier ingredients. he turned his attention to the second and balked at the price before replacing both abgs and reaching instead for a couple of cans of wet food. dom had never had a pet before. he'd been busy enough with little siblings. he had no clue what he was doing. scanning the price tag, he scoffed, picked up his basket, and wandered over to the canned food aisle instead, where he grabbed a stack of canned tuna and tossed it into the basket before circling back to the pet aisle to stare blankly at the rows and rows of different kinds of cat litter.

"do you have any idea what the difference is between-" when dom clocked who was standing in the aisle with him, he let out an exasperated huff. "how long have you been standing there?"