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switch - kwangcheol

He always loved the way he danced. The way he appeared on stage, talked his face off, smiled at the camera. He loved how he admitted he had plastic surgery and lived with it. He loved the way he sang and didn't care if people hated it - it was obvious he wasn't a lead singer so why should people judge him on his singing ability when he was really just having fun? He loved it when he made fun of the other members constantly on shows. He was mad at him for calling him one of the unimportant members, but soon forgave him, too in love with his smile to let him pout at him for too long. He loved the way he spoke, especially, with such confidence that lacked in a lot of the members of their nine-member group.

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DongYoung - bye bye

Junyoung is the one Dongjun sees when he gets out of the water. He's the one that hugs him first, damping his own shirt, his warm body warming Dongjun up. The maknae hugs him back instinctively, smiling at the feeling of the leader's grasp over his shoulders and the feeling of safety that fills him up, head to toe. "I was so worried," he breathes into his ear, and he hears the crack in his voice. Dongjun shushes him with soothing noises, running his cool hands up and down Junyoung's blue shirt, his cheek digging into the flock of red hair. Dongjun's eyes close and he smiles. "What about Hyungshik?" he asks. He hears Junyoung laugh. "Kevin and Taeheon can get care of him," Junyoung answers simply, patting his back, "You're my maknae, I was more worried about you." Minwoo comes in and pulls the two apart, giving Dongjun a towel and leading him to get some new clothes. When Dongjun happens to turn around, Junyoung's waving.

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tickle - kevshik

Kevin wraps his arms around Hyungshik’s skinny body. He knows the camera’s on Dongjun and will be for a while (he’s saying that same, old story he does each time he gets the chance), so he can nuzzle his head into Hyungshik’s neck and kiss the small little bump there that only he knows. The spot he owns. Hyungshik moves away, giving him a hard stare, but it quickly softens and a smile breaks out onto his face. “Hyung,” he says, poking the singer’s cheek, trying to return to listening to Dongjun. But Kevin returns, his fingers touching his hip bone and pressing down, forcing him to move with one, sharp jerk. He accidently kicks Minwoo, who looks up at him with pleading eyes, “You okay?” Hyungshik nods and turns to give a glare at Kevin. The Australian smiles, lacing their fingers and turning back at the screen. The side-host smirks, having noticed the whole thing, and politely interrupts Dongjun. “Hyungshik-sshi, Kevin? Care to explain?”

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palms - taekwang

Kwanghee slips in and out of consciousness, before finally opening his eyes and trying to sit up. It’s cold and he can’t lift up, because he’s chained to something by his legs, his waist, and by his hands. He screams, trying to wiggle out of the situation, but he doesn’t seem able to move. His breath quickens, his eyesight worsens, and he knows that his hair looks awful. Kwanghee couldn’t have woken up in a worse way. He licks his lips, before screaming again, wondering if the awkward sweat underneath his wrists will allow him the escape he needs. “Hey, Kwanghee,” someone breathes beside him. He turns his head and sees Taehun, smiling a wide smile before leaning in and kissing Kwanghee’s hand, opening his palm and smirking. “What are you going to do, you freak?!” Kwanghee shouts, knowing there was a reason why he left him. Taehun shrugs, revealing a knife and running down Kwanghee’s hand, drawing a thin strip of blood. He lifts his hand – where an identical scar glows.

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staged - sikwang

The ripped pants, the cute smile, and the happily ever after, the hole in the wall where they could talk when the rest of the world was asleep, staying up because they’re too afraid to go to sleep and wake to see the other gone. They hold hands, they give kisses, one hugs the other, and it’s perfect. It isn’t staged, Kwanghee thinks, the interactions seen on radio shows, member videos, performances and on broadcasts. Kwanghee whispers into the younger’s ear, smiling when he rolls his eyes, but the small smile on Siwan’s face tells him that he can continue. They sit on each other’s lap, watch movies together, and laugh when something funny happens. It seems as if nothing’s wrong. “Continue,” his boss whispers into Siwan’s ear and he fidgets, “If this SiKwang thing continues, we’ll be winners.” Siwan nods, swallowing the lump in his throat and watching Kwanghee dance along with the music. Maybe it was staged.

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pretty boy - siwan/hyungshik

Hyungshik is a pretty boy. He has a cute face, nice features, and he’s tall and has nice legs. He looks good in any outfit he’s put in, and his old ulzzang past comes out whenever he poses in front of the camera for a picture. He’s a completely different person. Hyungshik has the cutest smile and laugh, and he’s a great actor, a great singer, a great person. Hyungshik looks good right after a long practice, wearing nothing but work out pants and a wife-beater, his face sweaty and his hair falling into his eyes messily. Hyungshik looks good during a performance, all dolled up with make-up that everyone knows he doesn’t need, a determined stare in his eyes and a palpitating heartbeat. Hyungshik is cool, attractive, tall, sexy, and adorable all at once, the prince that everyone needs in their boy band. Siwan smiles, wrapping his arms around Hyungshik awkwardly, trying to be as close to him as possible.