lune

[wsmoonsik]

hello everyone! i’m ria (21+, she/her, est) and i can’t wait to meet everyone! i’m excited to introduce you all to my sweet little moon boy, choi moonsik (aka lune). lune is phoenix’s main rapper and resident shy boy. If you’d like to plot please give this post a like and i’ll pop into your dm’s asap!

bio / about / career

background:

- born February 14th, 1998 to parents who had no desire for a son. his father left when he was a baby and his mother spent the most part of his life ignoring his existence. he was a lonely child and has carried that loneliness with him into adulthood.

- moonsik fell in love with music in his early teens. he used it to cope and turned to writing songs in order to express the feelings that he has such a hard time putting into words.

- he auditioned for show me the money and was very quickly eliminated due to the lack of charisma that he had, though his performance did leave him to be scouted by yuseong

- he pours his everything into his work, even when he is given time to rest. moonsik can almost always be found glued to his laptop while working on new music, or writing. the odd time he draws himself away from his music he can be found painting or wandering anywhere he considers pretty

wanted plots (at the moment these are scarce while i try to fully develop him):

- moonsik’s first friend and first love. they worked on music together when they were younger and promised that they would stay together to find success. however, this friend left him behind when they had their own chance for success without him.

[wsmoonsik]

♡closed starter for @wsrohan♡

moonsik had always been a homebody (homebody meaning that he was always the most at him in the comfort of his own studio in the depths of the yuseong building). that being said, venturing out to visit his friend was a much needed break from the usual pace of his life. bundled up despite the heat of the summer and loaded down with equipment that he had brought from home, moonsik juggled the load in his hands so he could scroll through his contacts for rohan. 

the pair had been talking about the potential of working together for a while now, a reunion of sorts after the drifting apart that had happened with the formation of phoenix. moonsik had never been the type to try to dwell on the past but he couldn’t help but to think about the what ifs that could have been had things gone differently so many years ago. 

quickly hitting the call button, moonsik wedged his phone between his ear and shoulder as he listened to the ringer. he leaned against the wall outside of rohan’s building, eyes drifting shut as he waited for an answer so he could inform his friend of his arrival. 

[wsmoonsik]

nabiws​:

  it was obvious that there was nothing left of his old friend. the moonsik that he knew and loved wouldn’t treat him like this. what the hell happened to you? did the fame get to your head? that didn’t seem likely. subin couldn’t even name the group you were in. you must’ve just finally withered away in your own self-loathing and pity. maybe if it weren’t for your excuses, then he would’ve felt sorry for you. but there wasn’t any room left with all of the anger that had built up inside of him. 

  he barely glances over at the mirror after your taunting. chuckling dryly, he jolts his head to the side, as if he were hoping the quick gesture would release all of the tension he was feeling. “who’s the little bitch, huh?” his eyes widen as he stares down at you. pathetic. after everything that you put him through— all of the countless nights that he couldn’t sleep because maybe if he had just done something differently, then you’d still be laying there beside him. after all that you still wouldn’t apologize? 

  “but i thought that you loved playing unfair. it was unfair when you left. it’s unfair that you’re blaming me. so why’s it unfair that i put you in your place?” he takes a step towards you, only finding now that he couldn’t see clearly. tears were stinging his eyes.

 “shut your goddamned mouth!” he screams, swiftly delivering another kick to your side. “you didn’t look at me for years. fucking look at me now.” gritting his teeth, subin breathed heavily, unable to control the flood of emotions that he was feeling. 

laying there, the scenario felt all too familiar to moonsik. everything that he thought he had worked so hard to escape from had suddenly entered his life once again. and, much like the scared little child that he used to be, moonsik closed his eyes and braced himself as the tears started to freely flow down his face. everything was supposed to get better once he left. but moonsik was learning that it was impossible to escape from the past.

“look at you know.” moonsik gasped between the sobs that were starting to escape from his lips. “just like your mother. just a fucking bully.” he curled into himself, making himself nothing more than a small ball of a person curled up on the practice room floor. 

moosnik wishes that subin would have stayed out of his life. maybe, in another life, he would be proud of the boy for also getting away. but in this life, subin was nothing more than a reminder of the past. and he did nothing more than bring the past with him. 

“just leave me alone, subin. just fucking go away. i never want to see you again.” 

[wsmoonsik]

solo | 북극광 | wc: 484

tldr; moonsik’s second solo album acknowledgements

there are days when reality still sometimes manages to slip away from moonsik. it’s as if he’s waking up from a dream when he finally glances at his phone to check the time. 3am. maybe it was time to finally let himself get a moment of well deserved rest. he has spent countless nights like this. alone and awake well into the late hours of the night as he worked tirelessly on a collection that he hoped would be given approval to be released. the idea had been thrown back and forth since the release of his last solo album and though it wasn’t the exact path he had planned when phoenix first made their debut, there was something that moonsik found himself loving about the freedom that came along with the release of music that was solely his.

saving the work on his laptop, he uncurled himself from the chair that he had comfortably crammed himself into earlier the previous day. bones cracked from the freedom of his movement as moonsik left out a sigh of relief he didn’t know that he had even been holding. despite the late hour, moonsik wasn’t tired. he simply needed a break before he ran himself and his creativity dry. shuffling over to the couch, he made himself comfortable as he curled up with the small notebook he always had with him. when he released his last solo album, moon hadn’t bothered too much with the dedication section, unsure if he should bother with something like that if he didn’t know if the album would even have any success. but now that he was given a second chance he felt as if it were time to properly thank everyone who had helped him make it to where he was. 

northern lights. 

to everyone who has stuck by me on this journey. when the world seems the darkest you manage to light up the sky in the most beautiful way. thank you for helping me to find the beauty in the darkness of this world. 

to the sun. thank you for shining when i cannot. the moon cannot shine without the sun. thank you for completing me. 

to my gemini. thank you for giving me this opportunity. you gave up so much so that i could make it here. 

to the one who used to be the brightest star in the universe. your supernova only made me shine brighter. thank you for your destruction. it was my creation.

to my rubies. the stars in my universe. the moon and the stars will forever be as one. i love you with all of my heart. 

to phoenix. my universe itself. i cannot express my love in words. 

and to the northern lights. thank you for sticking with me through it all and for believing in me every step of the way. i never could have done this without you.

[wsmoonsik]

wsminwoo·:

late at night with @wsmoonsik .

minwoo sighs heavily as he turns over in bed again, eyes fixed firmly on the wall in front of him. the room is dark and his bed is comfortable, almost perfect sleeping conditions otherwise. but for some reason his mind is wide awake.

they’d had an incredibly busy day and minwoo was exhausted from the intense dance practice they’d only finished a few hours ago. he thought for sure after stretching out and a hot shower that he was going to fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. but instead, he lays here getting more frustrated by the minute. he digs under his pillow for his phone, tilting the brightness to not wake up his roommate and fights off a grimace at the late hour knowing damn well he’s not going to be getting much rest before they have to get back up for another complicated day of schedules. 

minwoo pushes himself up, clutching his phone to his chest as he makes his way quietly out of the bedroom, pulling the door behind him with a soft click. the rest of the dorm is just as dark and minwoo heads out to the shared living room, quickly collapsing onto the large sofa. curling himself up in his favorite plushy blanket they keep pushed behind the pillows, he turns the tv on and sets to wait either for the sun to rise or sleep to carry him off. 

it isn’t long before the sound of something behind him the causes minwoo to jump, face peeking over the back of the couch wondering if it’s just one of the other members or a ghost finally coming to torment him. 

moonsik didn’t often frequent the phoenix dorms. it wasn’t necessarily that he disliked his fellow members. he just prefered to have his own space and it was easier to create those kind of bounderies when he was in the studio instead of his shared room in the dorm. it was also the fact the moonsik was addicted to his work. more often than not he would stay up countless nights, absently fiddling with new samples even if he didn’t actually have some sort of end goal in mind.

every now and then, he would slip into the dorm. usually unannouced and usually in need of something that he needed to return home in order to find. today, it happened to be a few hours sleep in an actually bed as well as to do a load of laundry before he ran out of the last of the clean clothes that he had left in his pile. he had expected everyone to be asleep, given the late hour. so, moonsik took his time wandering back to the dorm. there was something peaceful about the way that the world was when it was late at night. 

he let himself in, using the flashlight on his phone to avoid tripping as he kicked his shoes off and wandered into the dorm. moon avoided flipping on any of the lights to avoid waking any of the other boys he shared his home with. he tilted his head curiously at the sound of the tv, the light of it’s screen enough to light his path into the living room. he squinted as he looked at the figure peering at him over the back of the couch. “minwoo? why are you awake?” 

[wsmoonsik]

solo | change of pace | wc: 361

tldr; moonsik is placed into a group for absolute unit

even after all the time that the phoenix boys had spent together, moonsik still found himself feeling like an outsider at times. he had built walls around himself so high that it was no easy feat to let people in. it had taken time, but he was slowly finding himself able to feel at home with at least some of his fellow members after all of the time they had spent together.

he found himself questioning many things as he looked around him at the barriers within the room. if phoenix has taken time to get used to, what was he doing here, creating a unit that would come together in less than a month.

it was a change of pace from his usual phoenix acitvites. he thought that maybe, with a little luck and hard work, he might be able to pull through and form a natural bond with whomever the producers had decided would work well with him to make a good team. he would just need to trust their judgement of the situation and hope for the best possible outcome.

in moonsik’s mind, the outcome of absolute unit could either be amazing, or a complete and total dumpster fire. there was a nagging fear in the back of his mind that he would be placed in some sort of bubblegum pop cutesy group. he couldn’t blame the producers if they wanted to do that, moonsik was sure that the comedic facture of him trying something like that as a concept would be sure to draw in viewrs just because they wanted to watch him fail. he could only hope that they had his best interests in heart and would place him in a unit that had a concept he would be comfortable with. 

moonsik chewed on the inside of his cheek as he warily eyed the barriers that surrounded him move to reveal the individuals he would be calling his team. he still wasn’t sure what he had expected, but he was pleasantly surprised. now, all he needed to do was to learn how to work with them and hopefully, with a little luck, everything would end well. 

[yunwooz]

[wsmoonsik]

haneulws​:

the longer haneul listened to moonsik talk, the more his heart ached. they’d both worked so hard and, in his mind, they were both equally deserving of a spot in the group’s final lineup. to think that they wouldn’t both get it, that their time squeezing into a twin size bed together every night was coming to and end in just a short while — it was just too much. 

too caught up on moonsik’s words, haneul hadn’t noticed the tears forming in his eyes until they fell down onto his cheeks, leaving long streaks that he quickly tried to wipe away. he was already so tired, so stressed that he was no longer able to stop the wave of emotion that had been threatening to drown him for weeks. how was he supposed to deal with all of this, if not with his best friend?

“i don’t want that.” he spoke so softly, voice barely over a whisper as tears continued to well up in his eyes. “i don’t care about the stupid universe — i just want you there with me.” haneul had always been an optimist and a dreamer and, most of the time, the realist in moonsik kept his head from going too far in the clouds but tonight, it did nothing but shatter his already fragile heart.

“i’m not, i don’t —” he clamped his mouth shut, his emotional state making it harder and harder to organize his thoughts into proper sentence. instead, he sniffled and moved to lay his head on moonsik’s shoulder, knowing that if he looked at the rapper any longer, his tears would only worsen. “it’s not fair, moon.”

the pair of boys were almost a perfect balance. but in the moment it was hard for han’s usually uplifting demeanour to counter moonsik’s nagativity. the smaller boy had put the thought of his inevitable failing into his own head and there was likely nothing that han would be able to do to ease his worries.

he should be making the most of the short time that they had left together, huddled into the small bed. but instead moonsik’s words seemed to do nothing but bring his friend to tears.

moonsik sighed softly, reaching out to wipe at han’s face with the sleeve of the too-big shirt that he was wearing. “please don’t cry, hannie. you’re going to break my heart.” he tried to pat han’s cheek dry before giving up, curling into the side of his taller friend. “the world isn’t fair, han. it never has been. and it never will be.”

he chewed on his lip, the silence of the room echoing in his ears before letting out a shaky sigh, tears threatening to form in his own eyes. “i’ll be there with you every step of the way. even if i’m not right beside you. i promise that i’ll be right here cheering you on until the very end.”

[wsmoonsik]

wshayan​:

angel resisted the urge to move forward and flick moonsik’s exposed tongue, choosing instead to simply roll his eyes. “i never said it was easy, i just have my ways.” he replied, following the rapper deeper into the dorms and tossing his bag next to the couch.

watching moonsik, he waited until the other was comfortably under the blanket before plopping himself directly on top of him, uncaring of personal space. he was about to be hovering inches from his face, anyway, so he might as well be comfortable.

settling on top of the idol, angel reached down with a grin, unzipping his bag and placing his brushes and powders on moonsik’s chest. “god, you’re all bones. worst human couch i’ve ever sat on.” he complained with a laugh, pushing moonsik’s hair out of his face to get a better look at his canvas.

“i’m insulted that you’d think i’d make you look stupid. i’m gonna make you look pretty.” he grinned, applying moisturizer on his hands and gently rubbing it on moonsik’s face. “now close your eyes, loser, or your eyes are gonna burn.” 

he closed his eyes, quite content being able to settle back in for his planned upon nap. “mhm. your ways are slightly unsettling. i enjoy having privacy, you know.” moon was just about to curl back up when angel’s weight caused him to let out a small groan. so much for having a peaceful afternoon nap. 

“there’s an actual couch. or chairs. why sit on me if you’re just going to complain about it.” he opened an eye to peek at angel as he made himself at home. “wow. i guess i’m a couch and a table now, am i? glad i could be of some use.” he rolled his eyes, trying to settle himself back down as he got used to the weight of the other boy. “i guess ikea has a moonsik line now.” he grumbled under his breath as he stared up at the ceiling. 

“i just hope that me and you have the same definition of pretty because if you make me look dumb i’m going to kick you out.” he squeezed his eyes shut, face scruching up as he tried not to laugh at the feeling of angel using his face as a canvas. “they were closed earlier, you know. for nap time.”

[wsmoonsik]

wsminho​:

Minho will be the first to admit he isn’t the most observant person ever. Han was pretty observant, since he seemed to always know whenever someone was up to mischief in the dorms or the company van or backstage of a music show. Their manager was also pretty observant, since he seemed to always know that Subin left clothes on the floor even though he didn’t enter their room. Minho’s observation skills weren’t on par to them yet, and he knew he could be a little late to catch the end of a joke, but he liked to think he was pretty decent. He could describe every room in Blue.M’s dorms pretty accurately, and he could likely draw the little rabbit on the wrapper for white rabbit candy with his eyes clothes. 

Something he was especially confident in recognizing was the pretty handwriting that marked every post-it note he received from the ghost. The writing swooped and curved like calligraphy; the first time he saw it, it reminded him of his grade school teacher who had the loveliest handwriting he had ever seen. He used to try and copy it when he was little, shaky, pudgy hand replicating curves and lines until he also had neat, pretty handwriting.

Seeing it in Moonsik’s hands felt. Strange. Like different parts of the narrative colliding. He reached a gloved hand out to pick up the post-it note from Moonsik’s hands, blinking slowly as he digested the unfamiliar words in familiar writing. 

I think that it’s time to tell the truth.

Minho glanced up, smile colored with confusion, before something clicked inside his head and his smile curled into a frown. “You…” He looked down at the note again. “You’re the ghost.”

it was if time froze as moonsik watched the series of emotions run across minho’s face, seemingly unreadable at first. he held his breath as the seconds ticked by, scared that the slightest move could be the catalyst of everything coming crumbling down around them. moonsik liked to think that he was usually good at figuring out the emotions that played out around him, but the anxiety kept him from being able to in that moment.

he hoped that minho would piece it together as he stood there with their usual post-it communication in the small palm of his hand. he watched, eyes wide as minho took the final note from his trembling hands. 

moonsik’s already pattering heart started beating even faster at the sight of minho’s smile as their eyes met. everything was falling into place perfectly. until the small smile faded into a frown, shattering moonsik’s heart into a million tiny pieces. “i...” he nodded quickly, tears begining to pool in the corners of his eyes.

the look on minho’s face said all that he needed to hear without any words. choi moonsik once again built his hopes up only to have them crushed. he should be used to it by down and still, this hurt more than it had any other time. 

“yeah,” he whispered, staring at the ground between them, “i am.” 

[wsmoonsik]

♡closed starter for @wssoohyun♡ - 2018

moonsik wasn’t sure if he had ever actually experienced love. he surely hadn’t before he left home. there was something about haneul that might be close to it. but the second that moonsik laid eyes on the dark haired boy, he was convinced that this must be everything that love feels like and maybe even more.

even though his heart skipped a beat every time they so much as glanced in the same direction, it took ages for moonsik to gather the courage to approach soohyun. there was a little voice in his head that held him back every time he tried, convincing him that there was no way that somebody like kim soohyun would ever want something to do with a nobody like him. 

the pair had been training together for some time when han finally convinced moonsik to approach soohyun, inviting him to leave his solitude to spend time with the duo that seemed to be connected at the hip.

never in a million years did moonsik imagine that it would turn into anything more than that. but god, was he glad that he knew what it felt like to love kim soohyun. 

tapping quietly on the doorframe, he let himself into the younger boys room, instantly going to crawl into the small twin-sized bed along with him. “kimsoo?” he murmered, curling up on his side to admire the pretty features of soohyun’s face. 

[wsmoonsik]

haneulws​:

when he’d come out of his room to seek out moonsik, this wasn’t the conversation han had expected. usually, these late night conversations were lighthearted and fun, a way to release the stress of the day to keep going into the next one but tonight, the heavy feeling in his chest only continued to grow as he stared at moonsik, realizing what the other was saying.

‘while it still lasts’. that sentence drove a spear through the dancer’s heart, leaving him chewing on his lip as the weight of what moonsik was saying actually sunk in. from the moment he’d met the other, he’d hoped that they’d have the chance to debut together but what he hadn’t realized was that, at some point, he’d gone from hoping to expecting, and having that image shattered, even just slightly, left him feeling even worse than when he’d first entered the room.

“but what about what i want?” han was rarely the selfish type but, for once, he wanted to allow himself to be selfish, to allow himself to want something so bad that no one could tell him no. through this whole process, han rarely complained, rarely disagreed with anything the staff said so could he not have this one thing? “i can’t do it without you. and even if i could, i don’t want to. moon, i —”

he cut himself off, looking to the side as he felt his frustration and sadness bubble up dangerously in his throat. he didn’t want to cry, but the emotional and physical exhaustion he felt day in and day out from the brutal filming schedule made it hard to keep his emotions in check. “why are you talking like you’ve already given up?“

moonsik usually looked forward to nights spent together with haneul. especially after the stressful days that the two of them had been going through, it was a way to ease his worries, even if only for a moment. with his best friend beside him it was easy to forget about all of the worries of the world. but tonight there was something different. it was harder to forget about the ‘what ifs’ when their time together was so quickly drawing to a close. 

he knew that everyone had their ideas of what would become of the group. happy little visions of them all being able to debut together as a full team, but choi moonsik was a realist, and it was hard to be optimistic when the reality of the situation was staring him in the face. sure, moonsik had managed to improve during his time training under yuseong. but not enough to be on par with people like haneul. he was at a level that moonsik knew he would never be able to reach. and he had already convinced himself that it meant that his journey would very quickly be coming to an end. 

“the universe really doesn’t care about me and you, haneul. or what we want. we’re so lucky to have come this far. and i can’t wait for the day that i can see you on stage and tell everyone that that’s my best friend.” he sighed softly as he watched the evident frustration show on his friends face. moonsik knew that he shouldn’t upset him. but it somehow felt easier to prepare them both for the inevitable ending before they were ripped away from each other without any warning. 

“i haven’t given up hannie. i just don’t think that it’s my time yet. but it is yours. you’re a star and i’m lucky to have been a part of this with you.”

[nabiws]

hadn’t it only been a couple of years ago that the two of them were inseparable? back then, subin didn’t think that he’d ever be able to survive without you by his side. did you regularly think about the times that he’d grab onto your hand without any purpose other than to be close to you? no, it was obvious that you had forgotten about those moments long ago. what was the point of it all? who was he supposed to hold onto now?

his eyes stayed narrowed with disdain, but he was unable to look away from you. if things had been different, subin could easily imagine himself running into your arms and pulling you into a tight hug. despite your small stature, he would’ve put all of his weight into the embrace, not caring if it caused you to topple over. instead, here he was, feeling nothing but hatred for his old friend. “how many times are you gonna say that? how many times until you convince yourself that it isn’t a lie?” now he was yelling, not even thinking about the probability of others in the building hearing his words. “stop acting like a little bitch and own up to what you’ve done.” who was he kidding? you weren’t willing to own up to abandoning your only friend, so why was he even bothering?

subin was able to swiftly dodge your punch by simply leaning to the opposite side. was it because he had been in so many physical fights in his younger days, or was it because you were so scrawny and weak? maybe it was a mix of both. “maybe we’re still made for each other then, because you’re looking pretty miserable yourself.” without a second though, he gives your right ankle a quick kick. “limp out of here if you’re not going to apologize for what you did. yeah, maybe I’m a bully, but at least I haven’t convinced myself that I’m completely innocent in everything that I do.”

continued with @wsmoonsik

[wsmoonsik]

there had to be something more than moonsik could remember that had gone terribly wrong between the two old friends. it certainly wasn’t just a growing apart that let the two boys to where they were, throwing cheap punches at each other in an empty room at their workplace.

“a little bitch? the only bitch i see here goes by the name of na subin.” he gesture off towards the wall that housed a giant mirror. “if you’re having trouble remembering what he looks like, you’re in luck. you can see him pretty clear right there.”

there was a voice echoing through moonsiks head as he yelled at the taller boy. they’re acting just like their mothers. moonsik could remember a time where the two of them would huddle together in his room. listening as their mothers hushed giggles turned into yelling. back into laughing. it was as if the pair couldn’t decide what they wanted from each other. perhaps life does mirror the past.

moonsik had never been the type for violence. but he remembered subins penchant for it back in their day. it didn’t take much to set him off, even for something as simple as protecting moonsik, much like a friend should. but now moonsik found himself on the receiving end of subins dirty fighting. “christ subin!” he exclaimed, leg buckling out from underneath him from the unexpected jab. “fucking unfair dirty fighter.”’ he scooted back away, growling under his breath. “just fuck off. i don’t want to see your face anymore.”

[wsmoonsik]

officialphoenix: two surprises in one post

@haneulws

[wsmoonsik]

wsminho​:

Minho pursed his lips at the thought of Moonsik’s special friend being disappointed in meeting him, a pout that displayed ever bit of disbelief and displeasure he had at the sheer idea of it. Moonsik was too good to be a disappointing outcome. What could possibly be disappointing about meeting a new friend and that new friend being Moonsik? The older idol was ridiculously handsome, with perfect features and a cute smile. He was kind and hardworking, one of the most hardworking people Minho knew. It was one of the things Minho really liked about him. The passion and sincerity in the idol’s work was breathtaking to Minho. Like every word and note and breath was weaved together with love. 

“I’m sure of it, hyung. If not…well, I’ll have Hannie hyung talk to them! He’s not here right now, but he’s really good at giving lectures. He gives them to us all the time!” The leader of Blue.M had chosen to stay behind at the dorm, but Minho was pretty sure his leader magic could still be pretty effective over FaceTime or something. 

“You do?” Minho cocked his head to the side, not unlike an earnest puppy seeing a bone for the first time. “Oh, oh hyung are you also friends with the ghost? Did they say so?”

he kicked at the ground absently, willing the words to come out of his mouth. it was so simple. all he needed to do was tell the truth. moonsik had managed to make it this far. surely there was nothing holding him back from what he had spent days working up the courage to do. 

a smile crossed his face at the mention of his friend. he hoped that han would approve. surely he loved his groups fake-maknae. he was sure that han would be excited as long as it meant that moonsik was happy. or at least he hoped.

“well...” he trailed off, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth before nodding almost comidically fast. “yes. or, something like that, at least.” he reached into his pocket for the sticky note that he had carefully penned out that morning. he had made a point of using his neatest hand writing and adorning the sides with cute little floral doodles. he wanted to make sure that it was pretty enough to be rembered when minho thought of him. 

[i think that it’s time to tell the truth] 

“i wanted to give you this in person. i know i’m propably not what you were expecting but... i’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, minho.”

[wsmoonsik]

wshayan​:

even though he’d been staring at the door the entire time he’d been waiting for moonsik, angel still jumped as it swung open and revealed the person he’d come to see. instead of a smile, he found himself frowning at the other. “okay, first of all, don’t call me that. second, why are you asking so many questions?”

instead of waiting for a reply, angel gently pushed moonsik further back into the dorm and followed, kicking the door shut behind him. clearly, he had no issue making himself feel at home. “i don’t need your address to know where you live, moonsik. the internet is a wonderful place.” he explained, as if that was an adequate answer.

“i’m here because i’m bored, and i just know you weren’t doing anything productive, so here i am!” he continued, making a stupid little ta-da ! motion with his hands before bending down to take his shoes off. really, he’d taken a gamble on the fact that the other would be here, and was honestly quite surprised to be right. 

standing back up, angel smiled brightly, taking in the phoenix dorm. he’d managed to figure out where it was, but he had had no idea what it would actually look like — fairly similar to the select! dorms, but clearly more lived in. absentmindedly, he wondered if his own dorm would ever look so homely.

suddenly remembering the weight on his shoulder, angel swung his bag to the side to show it off to moonsik. “i brought my make up! i would do it on one of the select trainees, but it would be a waste. but you’ll let me do your make up, right? you can even nap while i do it!” he pointed to the blanket around moonsik’s shoulders, having guessed what the other had been up to before he showed up.

moon rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out. “am i not allowed to ask questions when someone shows up at my house when they’ve never been given my address?” he huffed, closing the door as angel quickly made himself at home. “if you found it that easily i’d be scared to know how fast other people could figure out where we live. maybe i’ll have to bring that up to our manager.” 

he kicked angel’s shoes off to the side, adding them to the small pile of other footwear in front of the enterance to the boy’s dorm. “is resting not productive? everyone always tells me that i should so it’s a little conflicting for you to show up here and say that i shouldn’t.” he waved his hand off in the general direction of the living space. “make yourself at home since you’re here. do you want a drink or anything?” 

he let out a soft laugh, wandering over to topple over onto a couch. “okay, i’m game.” he tugged the blanket over himself, creating a little moonsik cocoon with only his face left on show. “i’m all yours as long as it means that i can snooze for just a couple minutes. just don’t make me look stupid.” 

[wsmoonsik]

hi everyone! welcome to all of the people that have joined in the past little while who i haven’t gotten around to welcoming in dms. apologies for being the absolute worst at doing replies and answering dms. i’m taking the day to get my butt in gear and get caught up with everything that i’ve fallen behind on. 

if anyone is interested in new threads, threads in general, or even just to chat please give this a like and i’ll pop into your dms to do some planning! 

(someone please yell at me if i don’t get anything done today i have been procrastinating to the max lately and really need to stop)