#rknvna

[rkrosememories]

CAFE LATTE.

💌 @rknvna

it’s safe to say that rose was surprised and taken back by the news of royal moving to a brand new building. that, and she’s excited. to her though, it only seemed like yesterday that the big five were brought out by samsung. the seocho facility still seemed big and new to her at times, even though she spent more time there than anywhere else. still, she definitely has an appreciation for a change in scenery. two, coming on three years in one place can be a little too much at times.

it’s even better that they have an organic cafe attached to the building. sure, it was open to the public but trainees could use it, couldn’t they? organic generally means healthy, and rose did like frequenting cafes nearby their old building and seocho. a new menu to try out seemed to be a good thing. these past few weeks had a lot of new things coming forth, not just the new building, but new faces. scouted from the second round of the triple threat challenge, one of those new faces was nana. upon first glance, rose was floored by how unbelievably beautiful she was. 

rose had made it her mission to get to know all royal trainees, new and old. she wasn’t a junior trainee anymore, and being one of the older trainees, rose felt as though it was only the right thing to do. she was making some progress ( slow progress, but progress at that ). so rose doesn’t hesitate on approaching nana; she figures she might as well ask her if she wants to grab a coffee or a bite to eat at the new cafe. maybe they could scope out the new merchandise royal had released and get to know one another. it was the least she could do.

with a sharp inhale, rose approaches nana swiftly after practice. “hey, it’s nana, right?” she asks, just to be sure ( and polite ). she fiddles with the end of her braid which hangs loosely over her shoulder. “i’m rose, i just wanted to y’know, say hello and all. welcome to royal~”

[memoriesofyccjungrk]

déjà vu – ;

a closed may19eval starter for @rknvna

it wasn’t really a surprise to yoojung when more than just the winner of the triple threat challenge would get signed. even without getting texts from several of her friends that they’d gotten signed to different companies through the challenge, yoojung was smart enough to realize that there were always scouts at those sorts of events. she even knew people who were scouted at a halloween event, not even a performance. yoojung’s not stupid. so she’s not surprised to see a handful of new faces when she walks into the cafeteria that morning.

she’s a little surprised that, this time around, she recognizes one of them. while she knows her friends have been signed, but she’s well aware they’re in other companies and they’ll most likely only see one another at seocho. but to see someone she actually knew get signed into royal was surprising – especially since she hadn’t seen that particular face in some time.

“ hey stranger, ” yoojung greets, stepping up beside nana with a smile. “ it’s been a while. who would’ve thought we’d meet again because you got signed. ” she chuckles, stretching out her arms behind her back. “ how have you been ? ” she asks, quirking her head to one side. after all, it had been quite some time since they’d last seen one another, and yoojung can’t help but be curious what her unnie had been up to. the two weren’t particularly close before, but that didn’t stop yoojung from wanting to know. she liked nana, and now they were trainees under the same company – she couldn’t help but want to actually get to know her this time around.

[danielxrk]

                ✞ YOU NEED ME *     I DON’T NEED YOU 

-- before --

life is a whirlwind. he foolishly spent the early days of april breathless and hoping for respite, thinking surely, god would take pity on him and make april a month of peace. maybe, finally, something that shook him to his very core wouldn’t happen month after month. maybe he could move past a drunken kiss with a boy on valentine’s day, and past that boy’s appearances on nova’s new survival show-- past a confession of love from a different boy the month after. maybe he could move past all of the extra time spent with joohyun, her delicate hands still wrapped around some piece of his heart, despite all of it-- despite that heart being torn in a hundred different directions more than ever. he’s always been flighty in love, always hesitant, always uncertain, but this is worse. maybe he’s spent two months with a certain sickness in his stomach that just keeps getting worse.

he doesn’t think much of the announcement of trc’s new auditions; in fact he’s almost certain he won’t go. there’s too much going on his life, both on an interpersonal level and with empty enigma, namely their new album in its final stages. if he didn’t want to be a trainee during the mgas, he certainly doesn’t want to be one now. and yet he can’t say no to joohyun, and a mutual pact that if he goes she’ll go. if that wasn’t enough, jinah encourages him to go, too. hehow does he always end up here? 

at first, he makes the same mistake as he made with the mgas too: thinks there’s no way he has what it takes to get signed, and vows to do his best. he practices his dancing with joohyun, and it brings back memories of similar on the mgas, and maybe he’s even worse now. she does her best, and he’s grateful for her, but as the days go on, fear takes root. he fears another audition-- a contract in his hands. he fears stealing opportunity from others where he doesn’t want it. he can’t settle on a performance anyway until he decides he’ll just stand on stage with his guitar. he’ll sing and rap, but if he doesn’t dance, surely he can’t win. surely he’ll get to stand on stage, then go home, and return to his life as he knows it. (what is life as he knows it now? he doesn’t know.)

joohyun probably suspects as much when he doesn’t ask for her help with his dancing anymore, and when he plays guitar for her instead. sure, he could do both, but he won’t. he doesn’t tell her, either.

-- april 14 --

sundays at his mother’s church of choice are always filled with a certain tension for daniel. whether it happens or not, daniel always feels some kind of torn apart by her, and her friends, and the church that preaches less love and more perfection. still, he suffers through it for his family’s sake, and knowing that because he does this, his mother lets him go to church with his grandmother the other three weeks of the month.

the drive home is uneventful, and daniel relaxes, glad the worst part is over with. (but the worst is yet to come.)

they eat lunch, dad drifts away to do work, mina goes upstairs to her room, and it’s daniel and his mother. they clean up the table together, collecting dishes and silverware, and it’s when his mother passes him, returning from the kitchen back to the table, that she stops. she grabs him by the bottom of his ear, and he tenses on instinct, despite not knowing what comes next.

“are your ears pierced?” she asks, and her voice is equally piercing.

“yes...?” he answers, because the evidence is there. there’s no point in lying about this.

“why?” she has that look on her face: the raised eyebrows, the tongue laced in criticism, the heavy, inevitable disappointment. “daniel, where have you been?”

what lie does he spin now, to join the others? i’m going to study, i’m going to work, i’m going to the library, i’m going to haknyeon’s, i have work, all to cover up empty enigma shows and rehearsals and album preparation and friends she wouldn’t approve of and the fact that he’s raising a dog with a girl that she does like, if he remembers right. when does it stop?

now, he decides, finally. he is carrying too much weight around. soon his chest will cave in, if he doesn’t get rid of something. this has to be it. “mom, i have...a lot to tell you.”

so he does. he tells her that he loves music, and that he’s in a metal band-- about empty enigma, and that they’re his best friends, some of the best people he’s ever met. he tells her it’s been a year and a half, that he hasn’t been going where he’s told her, that he’s been performing shows, and going to rehearsal, and working on an album, but that his grades are still good-- that he can handle it-- that it’s okay.

she looks at him in silence for long, deafening seconds. his ears ring, and he meets her gaze, not fearless, but anticipating. “okay,” she breathes at last, and he lets out a breath of air the tension kept in his lungs. “i’ve raised you how i thought i should. it’s your life, and you’re old enough to make your own choices, so you can do what you choose with it.” he’s so relieved. is that it? he gets his hopes up.

“but,” and it comes crashing down again. he hangs on every word. “if you want to do this, you won’t do it while under my roof.”

he expected it. no, he expected worse, really. in this there is a promise that their relationship will continue as it has so long as he moves out, and if he’s going to make choices without her approval, that he needs to take steps to be entirely independent. as the moments stretch on, he thinks it’s fair. he understands, and if she can’t accept this about him ( oh god, there’s so much worse she might need to accept) then he doesn’t want to live with her anyway.

“okay,” he agrees, but it still stings.

he doesn’t have an apartment, and he doesn’t know what to do, so he calls the first person he thinks of-- the first place he would want to go in a situation like this: ha sungwoon.

he doesn’t hesitate as long as he should. he calls, and when sungwoon picks up, he resists the word sorry on the tip of his tongue. “so, i told my mom about the band. she wants me out of the house today. do you guys...have space for me on your couch?”

-- after --

it’s not as bad as it could be. it’s not as bad as he expected, daniel, always expecting the worst. the empty enigma members are still his best friends, and they still assure him that it’s no trouble-- still welcome him with open arms, and he claims he isn’t upset. he doesn’t think he is, but he knows he needs them, anyway.

it’s not even as bad with sungwoon as it could be. maybe they’ve gotten their awkwardness out of their system, as much as they tried to play it off like nothing was wrong in front of the other guys to avoid questions. he doubts they succeeded, given the sheer amount of concern for sungwoon daniel has been unable to shake since his birthday, trying to tiptoe the line of taking advantage of his feelings and treating him the same as he did before. by the time he’s sleeping on his couch, though, things feel almost normal, or he can delude himself into thinking so.

kenta helps him with apartment hunting, and minhyun makes sure he’s eating well, and jihoon offers his own form of support, in his typical nonchalant jihoon way, or maybe daniel just finds the consistency he brings comforting in a time of such turbulent change. 

he still feels that weight on his chest, though unveiling his secrets to his mother provided some relief. maybe it’s spending so much time around sungwoon that makes it progressively harder to breathe, or the ever-present fear that he’s overstaying his welcome with his friends, or his sudden dissatisfaction with the song he’s practiced for the triple threat challenge, on top of everything else, but eventually he just needs to speak. minhyun becomes his unfortunate victim, and he tells him everything-- not naming names, of course, and the burden becomes easier to carry when it’s shared with someone else. he’s grateful.

still, he considers backing out of the triple threat challenge altogether. he just doesn’t know if he’s up for it, and yet there’s some tiny flame in his soul that craves the stage again, as daniel, away from empty enigma and his storm of feelings and fears surrounding them. so, he does what’s natural: overhauls his performance and starts preparing a new song five days before the performances.

he doesn’t have anything against empty enigma; he loves them with all of his heart, actually, but he’s introverted, and spending so much of his time around four other guys takes its toll, not even considering the one that’s in love with him whom he himself has undetermined feelings for (???). he wants to perform without them, and this seems like his best chance.

so he’ll do it, and he’ll do it with confidence, throwing caution to the wind.

-- after --

even with all of the performers preceding him, and their talent, he isn’t shaken. it’s different from the mgas; he doesn’t feel so out of his element here, though he’s far from a triple threat. he never claimed to be, and he won’t. instead, he feels oddly settled-- ready, even as he cheers for joohyun and tries to maintain his composure during her performance. he sees other familiar faces too, both among the performances and those who haven’t performed just yet.

they call him up to wait backstage, and he does, trusty guitar hung over his shoulder, fingers tapping on the body of it, without a pick-- just him, his guitar, and his voice. just daniel, though maybe he’ll bring a little bit of cameo too.

he’s up next, and he strides onto the stage, and grins when he looks out over the crowd. empty enigma’s venues are always smaller-- darker lit. this is more reminiscent of the mgas, and he feels at home instead of daunted (though maybe still a little daunted.)

“i’m kang daniel,” he greets. again. do you remember me? he wouldn’t be surprised if no one remembers, but he hopes they do. “this is an ed sheeran song.” he’ll leave the title as a mystery for now.

he starts strumming, a quiet sound, and launches into the rhythmic singing-rapping style:

cause with the lyrics i'll be aiming it right i won't stop until my name's in lights with stadium heights, with damien rice on red carpets, now i'm on arabian nights because i'm young i know my brothers gonna give me advice

you need me, i don’t need you is a song with more spunk than daniel originally thought he was cut out for. who is he, someone no company has need of, to stand on stage and claim ‘you need me, i don’t need you?’ no one, really. he doesn’t know if he means it, though he doesn’t think he does need a big company to love music and succeed with it. empty enigma may be far from a famous, fortune-producing band, but they have their fans, and they have their heart in it, and that’s what matters to him. that’s what he wants to pursue, more than anything, and the longer he practiced this song, the more he believed it, even with all of its references he didn’t always understand-- even with its rapid-fire english that sometimes still felt more comfortable to him than korean.

but still, there’s very little time to breathe.

long nighter, right height and i gone hyper never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah the game's over but now I'm on a new level watch how i step on the track without a loop pedal

he made small alterations to the lyrics during the preparation process to reflect him more, kang daniel, so it felt believable, because the song is nothing if not genuine. at it’s core, it’s about staying true to yourself, about not changing for others, and maybe he needed to perform this song instead of the one he practiced before it because it’s so relevant. it’s for his mom, and anyone that would look down on him for loving music, not just something cheeky to sing to tiger jk’s face, though that’s an added bonus. (maybe, once the familiar performance bravado fades, he’ll feel embarrassed. maybe the gall will disappear, and he’ll be left with that even more familiar, ever-present fear. for now, he doesn’t feel it.)

people think that i'm bound to blow up i've done around about a thousand shows but i haven't got a house plus i live on a couch so you believe the lyrics when i'm singing them out wow, from day one i've been prepared with V05 wax for my silver hair so now i'm back to the sofa giving a dose of what the future holds

again, the relevancy. it’s only fitting he sing-raps a song about living on a couch while literally doing so, and that he can sing this is evidence of his growth. he says silver hair, a reference to cameo, his still ultimately secret empty enigma stage persona, with ease, something that would’ve paralyzed him with fear around six months ago. for him, what the future holds is empty enigma’s album, and if this performance is at all impressive, they’re so much stronger together. 

i’ve still got a rucksack full of old clothes, i rap with the cold flows i’m back with the old jokes, in fact you don’t know ‘em tracks that throw blows and make my punchlines relevant if you can’t keep up you’re getting on my ??? my flow’s developing, skin lacks the melanin give me a shot of adrenaline and i get it in do it for the hell of it  ‘cause ever since i hit the mainstream with team c i seem to sell a bit

yes, do it for the hell of it, like he’s doing this, right now. he wrote in a reference to his first team on the mgas, too-- team c, perhaps the only team that didn’t come up with a special team name that first week, replacing ed sheeran’s original mention of his first single, the a-team. it seemed only fitting, if this song is about his journey now, too, and he wants it to be so.

i took my ??? back with the women then i package the image put in some content, then i sold it back as a gimmick the fact is this end up dating actresses wake up on dirty mattresses i think i need to practice this

this is the part of the song he can’t relate to as much, because as flirtatious as he is when cameo is on stage, and in the after-parties after, he does not wake up on dirty mattresses (except for that one time.) he didn’t rewrite it though, instead, keeping it in to keep the rhythm the same, and because it just seemed to suit the song. it wasn’t worth changing. 

the song is so fast, he doesn’t get a moment to rest from it, his mouth spitting line after line one after another. when he first started practicing, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, like he was having an allergic reaction, and maybe he isn’t really a good enough rapper for this. maybe he didn’t give himself enough time to practice (though he already knew the song well before he even considered performing it, so that helped). in the end, it’s fun, and that’s what matters most.

the next part might be his favorite:

but i make shit happen, call me a laxative world’s on my shoulders, i don’t even know what atlas is hot bars sharp like the cactus is i’m back to rapping back to back ‘cause i’ve been practicing i’m baptizing this

if only because he gets to say shit in front of tiger jk, and he will bear the consequences, should they come. he’s already censoring the song further down the line, and if he’s going to be ballsy enough to sing this song in the first place, he’ll be ballsy enough to sing the word shit, damn it. the whole world was on his shoulders before he stepped on this stage, but he feels lighter now, suddenly, and he’s been practicing too. rapping wasn’t a skill he really knew he possessed until now, but one he found himself enjoying, and dare he say, with a natural knack for. maybe some of that empty enigma screaming transferred over, and he wouldn’t be daniel without some reference to christianity, would he?

finally, the chorus comes, and it’s the closest thing to a break he gets, returning to the more familiar comfort of all out singing.

cause you need me, man, i don’t need you you need me, man, i don’t need you you need me, man, i don’t need you at all you need me, man, i don’t need you you need me, man, i don’t need you you need me, man, i don’t need you you need me, man, i don’t need you, no

it’s the first time he sings the words, and what the guitar crescendoed to up until now, and he keeps a confident, borderline smug look on his face-- tries to look toward tiger jk and make eye contact. if he’s going to do it, he might as well sell it. he’s heard the ceo appreciates boldness. maybe he’ll entertain him, at the very least. or maybe the ceo will think it’s massively disrespectful. time will tell.

i'll keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic gonna be breaking into other people's tunes when i chase it and replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift slipping into another rapper shoes using new laces i'm selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the papers selling CDs from my rucksack aiming for the majors nationwide tour with just jack, still had to get the bus back clean cut kid without a razor for the moustache

another opportunity for him to change the lyrics to something to better suit him, because he admittedly doesn’t know what just jack is. his guess is a band that ed sheeran toured with, but he couldn’t come up with something that suited both himself and the song, so he kept it. empty enigma hasn’t done a nationwide tour, anyway; they’re all just big dreams. they’ll still just be selling cds from a rucksack and aiming for the majors.

i hit back when the pen hurts me i'm still a choir boy in a thin church tee i'm still the same as a year ago but more people hear me though according to the naver and youtube videos

lyric changes this time: fenchurch to thin church, taking a brand name he didn’t understand to something that reflects his background, and how his first real introduction to music was in church-- how he first sang in a church choir and his mom only let him listen to christian music for the longest time. he changed myspace to naver, something more time-relevant and daniel relevant. a year ago was before he set foot on the mgas-- before he even knew he loved music, while he still wasn’t even sure if he loved empty enigma. he still thought it was all a phase, and something he’d escape from, eventually returning to a life of safety and monotony. even with the events of 2019, he’s still glad for that year of difference. he’s thankful.

the guitar all but cuts out, nothing but daniel’s voice and a few accents from strings for the next part:

i'm always doing shows if I'm not I'm in the studio truly broke, never growing up, call me rufio melody music maker, reading all the papers they say i’m up and coming like i'm effing in an elevator

ah yes, there it is: the elevator line, something he would not have the courage to sing by himself in the bathroom, let alone on stage in front of tiger jk and at least 100 people, were it not for the power of cameo. with this extra bravery, he sings it casually, as if it’s the same as the other hundred lines he’s spit. what’s more important: he’s been working his ass off for music, as the lyrics suggest, and he’ll find fulfillment in that, with or (preferably) without trc’s help, that much is certain.

in comes the final hit of the chorus, the figurative sigh of relief and sign of his two minutes up on stage, jam-packed with content, coming to a close. it’s the explanation point on the end of a performance he poured his heart into, both now and leading up to this.

'cause you need me, man, i don’t need you you need me, man, i don’t need you

[rkyooa]

road of miracles.

the news received via text of jinah making it into royal was exciting, but it hadn’t hit shiah like seeing her in the hallways of the new royal building did. it was like a ton of bricks had smashed into her, both of pure joy and excitement, but also of dread and worry. this... wouldn’t be like... dahye... would it? 

shiah had experienced a couple scenarios of knowing someone prior to joining royal, namely females she could have potentially debuted with. the first was dahye, whom she had known through her at-the-time fiance and had become good friends with, who then eventually had left the company, leaving behind their shared dream of debuting together for a set of new dreams. there was seolhyun, whom shiah would’ve loved to debut with, but the other had been given the opportunity and had debuted ahead of shiah, while she herself was left to continue her training. now here stood jinah, her friend from her modelling days, as well as a fellow dancer. familiar bells were ringing in her head... would they get to debut together like shiah desperately wanted them to? or would something happen to separate them from that dream? maybe shiah would debut first, or jinah would find a different dream to pursue. either way... shiah couldn’t help but feel worried to an extent. 

it didn’t overshadow her happiness as she moved to embrace her chingu happily. “finally! i’m not the oldest one anymore!” she laughs. it was only but a few days, but shiah was younger than her. she would still be the unnie, but now she was one of the unnies. thank goodness for that. “do you know your way around yet? or do you need a tour?” she asks, eyebrows wiggling to entice her into a mini shiah tour. it wasn’t the first time she had offered or given one.

@rknvna

[rkjoohyvn]

↠ * superstar kt world ,                                     ♥«´¨`•°.. » cf filming ! »                    ¸.•* now playing: “love whisper” by eclipse `*•.

in comparison to being announced as a ktrookie and having her own introduction video, featuring as an idol hopeful in a cf doesn’t seem as large scale---not that she isn’t grateful for the opportunity, because she is. she’s always grateful for anything kt is willing to give her because it means they’re investing in her, which in turn means she’s probably doing something right. it just feels less tailored, and she doesn’t feel as much pressure to be perfect as she did when she’d filmed for ktrookies.

which doesn’t mean perfection isn’t what she’s aiming for. would she really be herself if it wasn’t?

luckily, she’d taken it upon herself to learn love whisper’s choreography when it had first come out, outside of normal practice hours, so going through the brief lessons given to them before filming is spent sharpening her moves and perfecting her expressions instead of learning everything from scratch.

despite her feeling less pressured, though, the nerves are back, brought on by the familiarity of cameras in a practice room setting, flashbacks of the ups and downs of the mgas becoming vivid in her mind. luckily, though, nana’s presence has a calming effect on her, the girl’s ever positive aura and encouraging words always a booster for momo’s confidence. she’ll never be able to repay her childhood friend for all the times she’s lifted her up when she couldn’t do it on her own, and she’s eternally grateful to have nana in her life.

the rest of the filming goes off without a hitch, eventually feeling like a regular day at training rather than a cf shooting. they get a few shots of the girls dancing, a few solo shots of luda, and before she knows it, the whole thing is over in a flash, just like that. she briefly wonders just how much screen time she’d get for the final cut, but realizes that, in the end, it doesn’t matter. it’s the experience that counts, and it’s another notch on her belt she can be proud of, and another step toward her dream.

she doesn’t know how much longer her journey will take, but she’s going to climb every single step to get there, no matter what.

[rkpjy]

*shopper extraordinaire

with @rknvna

he texted nana out of pure desperation, not because her presence wasn’t appreciated otherwise but because he officially entered panic mode right before new year. he had no social life since the end of september and it had been a while since he saw his friend so she was probably surprised to hear from him so suddenly. but his first anniversary with his girlfriend was right over the corner and he’d put off buying her gift because he didn’t know where to even begin to look for couple rings. nana was always so well dressed, seemingly out of a fashion magazine so it was only natural that she came to his mind when he thought of who to ask for help. and she so easily agreed that he wondered how he could ever repay her. a meal, maybe? he would figure it out by the end of the day.

“i can’t thank you enough, really.” he keeps repeating every few minutes as if she would just vanish into thin air if he forgot to remind her of his gratefulness. shopping was a nightmare to him, his closet was almost exclusively items given to him as gifts or bought out of sheer necessity. he never stepped foot inside a mall unless he absolutely had to and even his girlfriend was aware of that. so the fact that he was here for her was enough proof that he loved her deeply. so part of his debt towards nana would probably be to stick around for whatever she had to shop for later on. “i um...” he rubbed the back of his neck. “didn’t tell you what i’m looking for right?” he was not exactly embarrassed about it but nana liked to tease him apparently so he wanted to avoid that. not that he ever could after the movie theater fiasco.

[rkfanfic]

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💛 nanachi, you wrapped this scarf around me. 🍌

[rkness]

apple & cinnamon,

@rknvna

once she’s stumbled outside of trc after training is over, she’s never been happier. long days, especially with the upcoming concert, upcoming traveling and endless amounts of training for performances-- she’s happy that she can just not think about training for just a little bit of time.

“thank god for you,” she breathes, tossing an arm around the other’s shoulder. she squeezes the other girl, humming happily. “i’m glad we can meet up again. it’s been a while yeah? just wait-- i’ve got the perfect place in mind!” she leans in closer to the girl, lowering her voice but still speaking loud enough that it can’t be considered a real whisper. “this cute street vendor is selling these like-- apple cider drinks? they’re non-alcoholic, which is eh, but they’re so good! you’ll lose your mind, i promise.” she holds her fingers up with two fingers crossed, grinning cheekily. “i promise! they’re like, better than hot chocolate. the best winter drink you’ll come to find.”

[rkariel]

why do you love nana so much and when will you date her! - signed, not nana 💕

          “ nana? you mean the goddess that lives in my heart? she’s prettier than the harvest goddess in harvest moon and, let me tell you, some versions of that game have had really sexy harvest goddesses for a kids game. i really hope she gets into acting more and lands a role where she plays some kind of goddess so she knows what i mean whenever i say she’s as, if not more, beautiful than one. anyway, this was about why i love her so much and not how pretty she is but i could give you a whole speech on all of it. that’s how much i love her. still not what you asked for but just as important! ” 

          goofily, she holds up tiny pieces of paper with heart shaped cut-outs. “ i’m completely heart-eyes for that girl and i don’t really need any reasons, do i? i have plenty of them but i don’t need any. to me, she’s always deserved more love than she gets and i think she doesn’t get told or shown how important she is enough either. i love her because she doesn’t demand it. if anything, she’s sad when she isn’t shown it and wonders if it’s because of her. i love her because she looks like she should have all the confidence and power in the world but she’s actually so soft and sweet and needs protection. i think audrey and blue are similar in that way too, to be honest . . . i think i just have a type, ” she laughs, not understanding how much the other meaning holds true. “ i love her because she’s there for me and always understands my schedule and supports me. i love her because she’s her! that’s actually all i really need. i think that’s all anyone should need to love that girl. as for dating, no one is good enough for my nana banana. not even me. ”

[rksakura]

❀ 10 years later

sending to @rknvna !

the land of the rising sun, is the place of her bloodline origin. the first home to her soul, second was the country that raised her with a diverse and rich background. sakura remembers when she would visit japan every summer to relearn her roots, never leaving them behind. her parents were adamant people who wanted to raise sakura in an upbringing to appreciate her culture. she's thankful to have been able to speak, read, and write in japanese as opposed to her classmates, back in australia, who hold no knowledge of their native tongues.

she left japan at a young age, around four years old. before stepping on foot to australia, she made a dear friend through family friends. truth to be told, sakura didn't know too many people back in japan with a few exclusions. the girl didn't like the sadness that surrounded her when she left her older sister figure, nana, a supportive person with a good heart. 

but upon arriving on the new land, seoul, she's been able to see the older after 10 years! which brings her such euphoria, "onee-chan!" japanese is her choice of language, she feels comfortable with this. her communication skills in english and japanese are much better than her rust-bucket korean. "how has school been treating you? if you’re not busy, we should hang out right now!" she's truly eager to spend time with the person who she sees as the sister she's never had.

[rkjoohyvk]

˟  ┈【 MIRROR MIRROR 】

          TEMPTATION isn’t something new to this lifestyle of his. it’s the devil on his shoulder, a deterrent to his main goal, and a curse when he’s asked for one simple thing: the truth. inebriation is the devil his date’s shoulder bears and it’s why he can’t afford to leave her side, which makes hiding his name for the night hard to hide from jinah. anytime she looks at him or whisper-yells in his direction, he contemplates telling her but what could he say? 

          LOOKING at how she looks tonight, even her sweat glistening from the dancing they all partake in, he understands why her friend didn’t want to show up to this single. he should say an acquaintance because if he knew it was involving jinah, he would’ve thought twice about agreeing to tonight. she was only referred to as the hot girl his date’s ex has a crush on now. if you ask hyungsik, he’ll move onto the next girl quickly too and it’s not as if jinah would entertain a jerk like him who leaves a girlfriend for not dressing the way he wants. 

          JIHYE wears a dress too short for her, too short for the icy frost of the winter cold, and it shows whenever they have to step outside. she shivers and his protective nature kicks in. it takes great strength not to direct his frustration towards the ex. 

          BUT at the same time, he can’t deny: jinah is beautiful. 

          IT would be easy for any man to want her and he feels guilty for thinking it for one second when he has a job to do. hand cupping jihye’s cheek, he grins, gaze no longer straying as he bites his lip. she’s too drunk to remember this: behavior that crosses one of the thin lines he constantly wavers on but it’ll give her enough of a confidence boost and, when her cheeks flush, a brief stint of warmth too. he could pretend that jinah isn’t there and she’d forgive him, right? all because he had just one main rule from jihye: charm anyone and everyone but her. 

[danielxrk]

out of all your crushes, whose the one you like most? only one!

         ⊰ mentioned: @joohyunrk, @jinsoulrk, @rknvna, @rkxmomo, @sujeongrk​ ! ⊱ 

  ⊰ ◝   ( *it’s a hard question, and one that makes him embarrassed, a blush dusting his cheeks. he looks down-- shuffles his feet ) ah, i don’t know. ( *as if that will get him out of it. he knows it won’t, but there are so many, how does he choose? he already feels bad about the sheer number, but choosing makes it worse. there’s joohyun, jinsoul, jinah, momo, sori, that cute girl he met at the bubble festival, sujeong, if he can still count her, and probably more he’s just temporarily forgotten. maybe the order he thinks of them should be indication enough, but really, when he gets down to it, it’s a toss up between joohyun and jinsoul. there’s not much depth to the others, based mostly on superficiality over actually knowing them, whereas he has real, genuine friendship with joohyun and jinsoul. maybe that makes the feelings for them more real, too. but if he has to pick just one ) maybe joohyun. ( *he decides, albeit hesitantly ) i think i’ve liked her my entire life, so it makes the most sense to pick her.

[ncbodyknows]

➟「自分次第」All up to you。

✘ Charisma starter for @rknvna

“What do you mean I can’t do this on my own?” The announcement from the person behind the counter was quite incomprehensible. Yes, he could understand that he had screwed up in not booking a time, but when the guy told him that they had free rooms and he could easily be let in anyway, what the hell was the problem in going alone then?

Usually Youngjae wasn’t really one to jump in on any and every trend he heard about (in fact, usually he couldn’t care less about whatever fads his peers at the university might be into) but this Escape Room concept sounded interesting on multiple levels. But without at least one extra person he wouldn’t even be let in. 「クソ… どうしよう?」he muttered under his breath, standing outside of the premise, but as the words left his mouth, Youngjae noticed a random passerby, a woman lifting her head, and that alone was enough of a cue.

“Hey,” he called out, trying to catch her attention. It was time to put his usual snide remarks in the background and put on that mask of confidence and appeal he had practised to much. “I’m really sorry to bother you like this, but I don’t know who else I can rely on. Can you please help me out?”

[rkzelo]

( conartist ━ jinah

@rknvna

the city still confused junhong. it was different from his hometown of los angeles, a different feel that seem to run through the city. so there was often time where the rapper hopeful found himself in awe on what seoul had to offer. be it through a new club or even some odd thing he observes on the way to work. 

and it was no different today. someone seemed to be playing the part of a magician, calling attention towards the the passerby as they went along their daily lives. lulling the crowd in with different tricks, and as junhong moved closer it seemed the magician had moved to hypnotizing a passerby. 

while junhong wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed, it seemed a bit odd. and junhong couldn’t help but remark on the odd situation before him to the young woman beside him.” isn’t it a little shady this whole hypnotize act this dude is pulling ? or is it just being me ?”  

[rkpjy]

who are the people most important to you?

“most most important? well if we start from the beginning then obviously it’s my family. my father, my mother, my twin sisters (although i’m not so sure about them most of the time), my baby brother. i also include yugyeom if we’re speaking family because he’s like a brother to me and we all treat him as such.

there’s my girlfriend mina, i don’t think i need to state the very obvious reasons why she’s part of this list. my best friends momo, yien and junhee. they’re my constants, my support team.

but i can’t overlook all of the very important people around me. some i’ve known for a long time, others i met more recently but they all hold a special place in my life. i think of yongsun, nahee, jaewon, jinseok, nana, seonho and so many others.”