rksxngkyung

[rksxngkyung]

drop notice.*

ahh the dreaded moment. i just sent in sungkyung’s leave to the main and will be dropping this little ray of sunshine. i’ve been struggling to find her muse for a while now and i’ve just been unsuccessful in getting her back. i’m sad to let her go but i think this will be best for my creative muse. ; ^ ; i will still be around on sen though! hopefully with only one muse to focus on, i’ll be able to be more active in the directory again.

in ic terms, sungkyung will still be in korea. she decided to quit being a trainee because it was too restricting on her time and she’s really still trying to find what it is she wants to do for the rest of her life. she likes dancing and all but she’s still eager to branch out and discover the world. at this point, she’s decided to prioritize hanging out with friends, family, and finding herself so for all her friends, she will still be very reachable! ; w ; 

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there is no formula, no step by step guide for how friendship can be formed. there is only instinct, effort, a natural click between the encounter of two people. yet where she possesses a usual knack for social situations, she feels as though the connection between her and daehyun is vapid, so easily lost. there’s only simple greetings in the hall, little more than acquaintances in her books. 

“no i mean like friend friends.” and her words are of absolute no use at all but she’s sure he’ll figure it out eventually. it’s not as though she has anything to base her accusations off of besides instinct, especially when daehyun seems so quick to deny their lack of connection. 

“just ... just come have a drink with me.” she forgets her plan because really the only plan was that they weren’t leaving until they were friends. she grabs the bag holding her stash and settles it onto the middle of the dance studio where she’s also quick to sit down. “come on. it’ll be fun.” she further reassures, patting her hand on wooden floors as signal for him to join her. 

it was a long night ahead of them and it could go either very easily or very difficultly from here on it.

zero for conduct.*

[rksxngkyung]

there is something pleasant in structured schedules, something easy and calming in knowing what is to come. yet spontaneity is the treasures of what she deems a healthy lifestyle, a flavor of spice that she otherwise cannot handle. 

flyer had been handed out in late night strolls, bright bold coloring doing its job in capturing attention. it’d been an easy task to get interested, even easier to convince luhan to partake with her. she’s not a food fighter by any means but the prospect of it all is entertaining. getting dinner with a good friend enough of a reward on its own. 

“don’t burn your tongue.” she warns in tease, easily accepting his fighting words. there’s a grin on her face despite it all, cause really she’s just more hungry than competitive at this point. training sessions were long and they were both owners of healthy appetites. 

playful banter fills the time as they make it to the restaurant hosting it all. they’ve got a few moments to spare as she pulls on his arm to go settle in their seats. “lets take a picture.” she suggests, pulling out her phone, wanting to be in possession of a reminder of fun times together.  

( next top ramen ) * lsk & lh

Saturday afternoon gives way to Saturday evening, sky alight with hues of orange and pink as the sun sets over the horizon. A grumble of discomfort from his stomach serves as the OST for the quaint atmosphere as he walks side by side with Sungkyung, having nearly starved himself all day in order to prepare himself for what would transpire that evening (he’d only had a sandwich and a half bag of family-sized chips for lunch!). Playfully, he nudges his friend with his shoulder, egging on her competitive nature with the widest of grins.

Sure, he could have told her that he’d been the resident ramen-eating king at Royal since before she’d even been accepted as a trainee, but he considers that information quid pro quo, and he hasn’t received any information he deems suitable. Besides, it won’t make too terrible a difference in the ramen eating contest they’re about to enter, really competing between the two of them than the tens of people who have chosen to enter as well. After all, a competitive nature is really what drives these kinds of events, and he knows well enough that between them, it’s a trait they share.

“You’re goin down,” he says, nudging her again, expression smug, begging for a punch to the face. “You ready?”

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Lee Sung Kyung for LAP 2015 F/W lookbook

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[rksxngkyung]

Do you ever regret being a trainee??

regret? (* she parrots the word, head tilting to her side. she’s lived her life as fully as she can, figuring it too short to live with regrets when it comes to near any matter. ) i don’t regret it. (* she chooses as her final answer, traces of a grin on her lips. ) i mean it’s not perfect and there’s some things that are unfortunate but i wouldn’t take back my decision!

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it's time for some honesty,

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zero for conduct.*

her method is a little confounded to say the least, promises of pure intentions becoming the only real redemption in this point of time. it is reassuring to those who know her that vice and malice are not entities harbored within her personality. 

the problem, however, lays in the fact that he does not know her well. they are not friends and in her ideal timeline, they have already surpassed the deadline she had placed for them. 

so here she is where desperate times call for desperate measures. mission friendship now in full operation. 

she lies and oh how she blesses the heavens that daehyun has actually believed her because fibbing is not an action she makes habit out of. he’s gone back to a practice room where supposed instructor had asked to meet to talk to him but really the only thing waiting for him is a secret stash of alcohol and a promise of a long night together.

 door locks behind her as she squeezes in, lips pressed into thin line, traces of faint smile with hints of nerves. 

“jung daehyun. let’s be friends.”

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another paradise.*

there are places that can be deemed paradise upon many opinions. others, a little more selective. training grounds is akin to paradise for those who seek spotlight. yet, to those within such a sanctuary, opinions are not exempt from being altered. 

sungkyung has yet to change her perception but that doesn’t mean she can’t appreciate the perks of other locations. today she has made plans to bask in the getaway that is heaven in the form of cat cafes.

lamenting is always done back in the states that such facilities do not exist there but now that she is in the motherland, it would be blasphemy for her not to pay her dues. she’s lucked out in that she’s able to make it into a bonding activity in addition to the already existent benefits that cats bring upon their own. 

feet eagerly take her in long strides over to her fellow trainee where she’s quick to drape arms on top of the other’s shoulder, crashing her weight on top of hailey from behind. 

“let’s go let’s go!”

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이성경, Making of I Love You M/V

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rkmoonstar:

rksungkyung:

( ✉ » moonstar&monster ) ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ  roz. ( ✉ » moonstar&monster ) be there soon, my dear roz. xoxo (♥ω♥ ) ~♪

( / TEXT TO ; sungshine ) i’m watching ya, wazowski! always watching! ( / TEXT TO ; sungshine ) awesome! hurry before jjajang decides to chase after a bird and i’m out a pretty kitty! ♥♥♥

(* traditions are charming, filled with history and heartfelt memories. yet, the concept of tradition can be most amusing when one considers the variety of behaviors and acts that fall under such category. tradition for these particular lees takes a dip from more complacent activities such as gathering at a dinner table every friday night. granted, their ‘kidnapping’ is a far cry from an authentic attempt but sungkyung amuses herself with simple terms. steps quicken when familiar girl comes to sight, eager to embrace both human and feline. )  monster! (* affectionate pet name rings all too loud for how close they stand as grin flashes in typical greeting. eyes glimmer in delight at the pet held close and it’s only immediate reaction for her to coo. ) why so cute?

violet sky.*

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rkluke:

it’s almost like last year. almost like last year when infatuation clouded luke’s mind and made him blind to the fact that all good things come to an end. seeing her reappear in front of him, even though this was due to his own calling, was nice. it reminded him of how things could have still been if only she didn’t have to leave like that. he honestly didn’t mean it, but the sweetness that sungkyung brought into his life last summer was now turning bitter. as nice as it felt in that moment to see her, he knew exactly what would come next. the hug takes him off guard; instinctively it would be nice to pull her closer but instead he keeps her at arms length. how can a mere hug already send his mind astray? snapping back into reality, the male simply nodded and decided to take her hand for a brief moment to lead her into the restaurant. was it possible that the servers remembered them? it honestly was probably the place they went to the most throughout their eventful summer together. too many drunken celebrations, along with nights drowning their sorrows were spent here right at a table in the far back. luke’s body naturally lead him right to their favorite spot before he took a seat. “you better eat a lot, it’s the only present i got for you today.” okay, so that was a lie, but he was awkward. what was he really supposed to do? “since its your birthday, you decide what we eat and drink. it’s all on me.”

their reality is a lie, fleeting and precarious in it’s very nature. deception holds no value upon such relationship but still she pretends, pretends for her, pretends for everything before them. he only makes it that much easier, that much more worth it.

“guess i should make the most out of it then, huh?”  words burn through her throat, banter laced in easy smile. yet, even if it’s all facade, tonight will be worthy of all things she ever cherished about them. she’ll make it work. after all, who knows when the next time he’ll agree to meet will be.

orders are promptly placed, alcohol on the menu if only to ease the ache. curiosity is just as quick to rear its head but she doesn’t want to make room for disappointment, not so early in the night. it can wait, the present can wait. tonight is to basking in former glory. 

“so i visited conneticut and i saw the annabelle doll. it’s so much cuter in person?” she brings up in casual chatter, reminiscing on late night movies spent curled up in the safety of each other’s arms when streaming horror movies. perhaps it’s silly of her to evade so shamelessly but it’s really only a matter of time before the real questions hit.

as drinks arrive, she wraps fingers around glass, eager for the alcohol to work loose lips and light hearts. she holds out her beverage, enticing him for a cheers. 

- dog days are over

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rkjongup:

( ` hears her and chuckles as he continues working on tying fabric ends to metal stands—working surprisingly quick, comprehension and understanding of written instruction functioning a little better because he’s feeling very inspired. driven with purpose by the want to sleep somewhere other than the ground, to give her comfortable space, but most importantly: to have time to himself and the electric fly swatter they’d picked up from a little vendor stand. an intriguing, useless little thing. another golden memory for their very full treasure box of precious memories. and it’s nice being here with her, crisp mountain air and cozy, distant buzz of intimate chatter. a short time off from the stresses of home, a gift. because every year he gets her the same thing: anything she wants, anything she wants in the world, anything at all. this year it’s a breath of fresh oxygen, and it’s a nice sentiment to say, something warm to talk about; how they haven’t had time for each other in a while because of busy, busy, busy schedules, and how it’s great to finally be back together and feel exactly the same kind of comfortable. but they’re nearly three-fourths done with their tent and the green tennis racket-shaped mosquito murderer is sitting atop their bags to the side, glaring in the dark, and—curious child—he can’t help himself, ) have you ever used something like that before, though? … … do you think if something that isn’t a fly passes through it, it’ll zap whatever the thing is, too…?

(* difficulties and challenges are never overcome with smarts or ease when it comes to either of them. yet combined, they have a determination that is hard to falter. granted, today jongup takes on more physical work while she plays more cheerleader. a safer combination, she thinks, after having nearly snapped one of the rods. either way, it works for them and that’s all she can really ask for. eyes dart at the mosquito zapper when it’s brought into the subject of their conversation. curiosity, of course, brings her to inch over until green racket is in hand. ) we had a fly swatter at home but it wasn’t electric. (* she answers in the midst of her mock play, pretending to be in a round of tennis before she calms and squats down near him. eyes shine with childlike curiosity as she places the strings against jongup’s knees. ) bzzzzz. (* nevermind that she hasn’t turned on the power button yet. instantly, she pulls her expression into what she imagines being electrocuted would look like. excuse the fact that she’s the one technically holding the handle. mockery lasts for a few seconds before she bursts out in laughter. ) 

starlight, moonlight.*

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to love or to lose, she’s not really sure how to categorize them anymore. 

first day in hopes of rekindling had left disappointment to settle in the chambers of her heart. self doubt had come to visit as a second guest when fingers failed to text him a where are you when minutes turned to hours. 

time was a tricky thing and she so desperately wished not to fall out of favor.

so it came as surprise when invitation was sent, his own initiation at that. excitement bubbles where it had once settled comfortably in a daily basis. anxiousness, truthfully, not too far behind either.

perfection is too easily shattered but that doesn’t stop her anticipation.

one call of her name is enough, memories all too vivid. laced sweet is the smile she greets him with and if she pretends, if she just ignores the messy details, it’s almost like last year. it’s almost like they are more than just two separate entities again. it’s here she finds herself nostalgic for that playful banter and smooth intimacy.

but nostalgia is a tricky thing to play with.

“minho!”

unabashed is how she chooses to play with the cards dealt. really though, anything else would be too much of a tragedy. arms reach out to embrace him in a greeting hug and his warmth is familiar comfort, one she wishes she still had the privilege of holding onto for more than a brief second. 

“no, it’s fine. i don’t mind.”

oh how could she ever mind.  

curiosity peaks as she wonders if their hands still fit together as hesitation drops for one, two--  she reaches middle ground as slender fingers grip faintly at his arm. 

“i’m starving. lets go.” 

smiles again because anything else would be too disappointing.

- dog days are over

what was he doing. more so, why was he doing this? from the moment he started to think about her birthday, deja vu had struck. didn’t they already go through the same actions last year? with their birthdays merely weeks apart, this time of a year would usually mean celebrations for the young not-so-couple anymore. the memories of the pre-birthday, birthday and post-birthday celebrations were probably a little too fresh in his memory still. their last meeting fell through, partially due to luke’s apathy towards having a reunion with her. how could it be possible for someone to simply meet a person who fucked them up in all the right and wrong ways? sungkyung changed him into a slightly better man before simply shattering his glass heart. didn’t she know better than anyone that when it came to love, luke was foolishly the one who loved more? but that was beside the point; it took weeks for luke to mentally prepare himself for an event he knew he couldn’t miss. even if his heart ached, there was possibly no way he could get past this day with a simple text message. he had to see her, whether or not it was for a mere fifteen minutes or a night rekindling lost flames. “angela.” the sound of her own name sound foreign to his ears, a word banished from his personal dictionary. but she was standing right there, in all of her grace and wistfulness lingering that once swept him away. but today, no, he wasn’t going to waiver. he couldn’t. even though his eyes were already too focused on the color of her lips and his fingers longed to run through her soft tresses, he would control himself. self control meant having control over the past, even if that entire situation was out of his hands. “long time no see, birthday girl.” all luke had to do was treat her out to her favorite restaurant, pass along the gift to reciprocate the wallet she gave (and of course he uses), and then go about his way. this game plan was practically memorized on the way to her favorite restaurant and yet, the moment he saw her, it was all forgotten. all he could do was stand in front of her, hoping she would do the leading tonight. he was awkward, hands stuffed in the pockets of his shorts as he tried not to stare too hard. had it always been this weird? “happy birthday. sorry for planning this for so late but… i know how much you like this place at night.”