#joonyoungrk

[rkmyung-blog]

breathe ✘ joonyoung & myungsoo

     Back when Myungsoo first tried making a mental list of all the things he dislikes about being a trainee, dancing was on top of the list.

     That hasn't changed even now, and he thinks it probably won't for the next few months as well. On the first days he was forced into attending the dance workshops, all he wanted was to get out after the first five minutes, but alas, the moment he signed that contract was the moment that took away his freedom to do what he really wants. It's not like he'll open up possibilities to seek any help from the other trainees, either, because that would mean admitting to his weaknesses -- Myungsoo has never been fluent in such language.

     All he can do at the moment is to wait. As soon as the dance coach lets them go after two grueling hours of complicated maneuvers, Myungsoo is the first one to exit the room and head off outside. The garden is a good choice to take a break, he supposes; it's a literal breath of fresh air. Except maybe not, because a couple of seconds spent panting for air causes him to choke on a cough. When he turns to his side, he sees a familiar man taking out a puff of smoke from his cigarette, and that's enough to morph the younger's features into a frown.

     "What are you doing?"

[rktiffxny]

got me singing the same song

(* tiffany's not a stranger to hongdae— at least, she shouldn't be. not after over a year of living in seoul and yet it still seems different every time, more to explore and see but she looks for the same familiarity whenever she goes. in the form of a song or even his voice, the strumming of his guitar, she's easily drawn to him. sadly, she hadn't come across him on her last trip but she was hopeful today, expectant even, as she approached the area she was accustomed to him being in ) — (* it's perfect, she thinks once a melody trickles into her ear, putting her at ease almost immediately because she recognizes the voice that accompanies it and it's the one she's been looking for, so she follows it, her grin wide as she spots him and edges her way close to him in the small crowd ) 

[bambamrk]

Meeting Family // Tyler & Joonyoung

Dressed in what he suspected to be a nice five hundred dollar suit, his mother sent to him to go to this dinner. Not only did she send the suit, she sent herself and when he got the call that she was at their hold home, he rushed their because he was her baby boy and she was his mother and she said she wanted him to come to dinner. He thought it was odd but he didn't mind and when he and some time off from NOVA -not time off really but enough time get away from them for a bit- he dressed up in a suit and did his hair and they arrived at the house with a ten minutes to spare. He was pretty sure she was holding on his hand so tight for other reasons but she said nothing so he said nothing.

And once they were out the car, and into the house, with a maid of some sort taking their coats, he looked at the time again and it was two minutes to spare and suddenly he heard a voice, she was pretty sure he didn't want to keep hearing his voice because what child who was given up didn't know the sound of the man who did that to him? His father, his real father, the man who did his mother and left her high and dry and then she left him high and dry and together both of them left their son, the voice belonged to that man and he wanted to turn and run but he couldn't because his mother asked him to be here and here he would be.

And then they all sat down, everyone in the family and his mother talked and talked about how important he was because of his goals and what he had done. And everyone had been laughing and joking and he hated the sign, his father hadn't even given him a birthday gift so why should he laugh and smile with the man? Someone had called him out on his silence, he only gave a soft hnn and after that someone called him rude and instead of just responding, he got up and left. There was a shout from his mother but he left outside and loosened his tie because he was sick of them and sick of everything that had to do with this mans family. That wasn't his father, it was a sperm donor, and if something else was said to him, he'd act like the kid he was.

[rkseungmi]

get me in .seungmi+joonyoung

It was a special day for her cousin. The first time they had met, she had only been a primary grade student; now she’s in her last year of high school. A shiver went down her spine as she recalled how fast the time had passed –and partly because of the night wind. Standing alone outside the club, she noticed that most of the people that were entering were adults. A friend made her a fake ID once but she’s long since misplaced the card. Tossing her hair back, she stuffed her hands inside her pocket and regretted the fact that she hadn’t brought gloves with her. An extra minute of standing outside would give her pneumonia and she certainly wouldn’t want that.

Fetching her phone out of her back pocket, she pressed Joonyoung’s number and waited for the call to connect. She doubts he’ll check his texts at times like these. “Oppa?” she waited for a response, “I’m outside, can you help me in?” If her mom had known his party would be held in a club, she wouldn’t have given her consent without making sure there were parents in there. The thought of breaking a rule after a whole month of staying out of trouble gives her an extra jolt of excitement.

[rktiffxny]

joonyoungrk replied to your post:( msg : pretty tiffany ) ya~ you didn't tell me...

( msg : pretty tiffany ) because i didn’t know~

( msg : pretty tiffany ) you’re famous. buy me food. ㅋㅋ~

( msg : pretty tiffany ) i’m terrible with secrets. so wear something leather. really revealing when you come kill me. ㅋㅋ femme fatale~

( outgoing! little drummer boy ㅋ ) there's a lot you don't know ㅋㅋㅋ

( outgoing! little drummer boy ㅋ ) so are you, mga winner ~ 

( outgoing! little drummer boy ㅋ ) tsk, sounds like your sexual fantasy. what kind of punishment is that? and what makes you think i own something like that, huh?

[rkxeve]

learning the ropes

{ * on her way out of breakfast on her first day at sphere, jinri is distracted. she plays with one of the sticky little hand toys the ninja boy threw at her and the other new trainees, thinking about the memory and still chuckling a little. she's walking next to someone, a tall boy with dark hair, and she just decides to follow him to her vocal lessons, since he probably knows his way around better than she does. she keeps playing with the little toy, watching it stick and unstick to her hand as she walks, not paying the slightest bit of attention to where the tall boy is leading her. suddenly, she stops as she glances out a window -- they must be on at least the fourth floor, but her schedule says she's not supposed to be higher than the third. she turns to the tall boy, who's still walking} where are we? { * she asks, realizing for the first time that maybe he hadn't realized she was following him, or he could be one of the other new trainees, or he could not be a trainee at all, which would mean that jinri is about to be in big trouble. she really should have just stuck with luna}

[rkseungmi]

@outjoon: (@bsmiii98) did the scientists finally come to experiment on you, janey~? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

@bsmiii98 : @outjoon actually they have ㅋㅋ but nah, something crazy happened today

[rktiffxny]

joonyoungrk replied to your post:( msg : princess tiffany ) your christmas present...

( msg : kitt-fany ) it’s yours. so you feel sexy. i put a lot of thought into it. ㅋㅋ~

( msg : kitt-fany ) holiday spirit is about relinquishing possessions, like clothing. we can donate your clothes if you want?

( msg : kitt-fany ) you do it first~

( outgoing! fetlife joon ) is that so? 

( outgoing! fetlife joon ) just where do you plan on donating my clothes to without my permission, huh?

( outgoing! fetlife joon ) you're the one with a hideous cape 

[xxrkcap]

{Blood Brothers; pcy+jjh

( MSG: 곰인형 ) I KNOW PEOPLE WHO KNOW PEOPLE WHO KNOW PEOPLE~ ( MSG: 곰인형 ) AND IM STALKING YOU. JS. ㅋㅋ ( MSG: 곰인형 ) MODELS~ ㅋㅋ MY ONE TRUE WEAKNESS~ I WANT TO HOST ONE OF THOSE MODEL SHOWS. ( MSG: 곰인형 ) ILL COMFORT THEM ALL~ ㅋ

[Sms Bro4life:] Look at my hyung being all swag with connections. [Sms Bro4life:] Hyung you kray! Why would you be stalking me? [Sms Bro4life:] Let’s be real hyung, models are all our weakness.  [Sms Bro4life:] BLESS THEM GORGEOUS BODS AND LONG LEGS! [Sms Bro4life:] ....Comfort them with hands down there pants, for sure! >.<

[rkhyunsik]

bang bang ( + joonyoung )

(` with the skateboard tucked under his arm, hyunsik strolls out of his door and into the chaos of the night--a very quiet kind of chaos. disorder never lied within the warm breeze or the way it skittered through the trees, whistling through them with the ease of unpredictability. but this type of chaos existed in reflection and possibilities; it built up throughout the day: words unsaid settled in his throat, different emotions that twisted and turned now lay limp in his stomach. the stress of daily living simply nested itself in his bones, skin, and everything between them. the solution, though, was as simple as recognition. a few steps out on the sidewalk with his battered shoes disturbing the chilly loneliness of the cement, he reaches into his pocket and sends off the texts that would initiate the release of stress through sweat, laughter, and drunken happenings. )

(` msg > troy ) it's been one year since i first bought you a beer

(` msg > troy ) time to pay up idol boy. be there in 15 min or i'll drag you there

(` msg > troy ) bring your skateboard it's learning time

[exrkminhyuk]

♢ drinking buddies. { jjy & lmh }

Minhyuk was having one of 'those' nights again; one of those nights when dancing until he collapsed just wouldn't cut it and instead needed his fix of alcohol. Having one of 'those' nights certainly wouldn't be a problem if it only happened once in a blue moon, but the man failed to realise that having one of them once, twice, even three times a week wasn't so good. Still, Minhyuk reckoned that he was always able to dance just fine the next day, even if he had to throw up and pop back a painkiller or two beforehand, so any sort of problem was non-existent in his eyes. 

He'd been frequenting this bar for quite some time now. Mainly because he'd grown tired of going to clubs all the time and hearing the same recycled beat over and over again. It's not that he didn't enjoy the underground scene--in fact, he thrived in it--but he thoroughly enjoyed this particular bar because of its refreshing musical preference. There was a live act nearly every night--or so Minhyuk thought, as there was always someone playing every time he went. Minhyuk had really grown attached, especially to the certain musician playing tonight.

Minhyuk couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he had a hunch about this guy. A hunch that they could relate somehow, though he wasn't quite sure how. Minhyuk enjoyed his music; it was something different and it was raw, a step up from a lot of the underground rap he'd been blowing his eardrums to for the past few weeks. He liked it a lot, honestly, and as the man's song finished, Minhyuk waved the bartender for another beer. He hoped the musician would take a break to give Minhyuk an opportunity to chat with him. It may have been for selfish reasons; Minhyuk wanted to prove to himself that he really was good at reading people, and this unfortunate musician was his test subject.

The bartender placed the ice cold bottle in front of Minhyuk, collecting his empty one and flashing Minhyuk a small smile before turning away. Minhyuk kept his eyes on the musician as he wrapped his fingers round the bottle to bring it to his lips for a swig.