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[rkjieqiong-blog]

                                                                 give me some !   ♬   #rkmay17eval

                                         boy this all for you just walk my way                                          just tell me how it's looking babe                                          just tell me how it's looking babe                                                        

                                                               ♥           (  0:04 - 1:05  &  look  ) 

“relax jie, i’m sure it’s nothing.” despite her friend’s words, it did nothing to ease her nerves. evaluations were usually brought up by this point, giving the trainees time to prepare for their performances and gather partners if needed. but nothing. and that did not settle well with her. “but what if they do something crazy?” she spoke in hushed tones, afraid one of the passing staff members would hear her. but her friend just sighed before patting her head. “we’re all crazy here, honey.”

apparently they are. 

jieqiong couldn’t help but chew her lip as sphere trainees were sorted off from the rest - watching with curious eyes as the other trainees do the same. “do you know what’s going on?” she whispers to the other sphere trainee in front of her. her answer is met with a shake of the head before they’re continuing on with whatever and jieqiong pouts in response. what was going on? 

when finally arrive at the stage, the trainee feels herself relax a bit. may evaluations, that’s all. for a moment, she considered the fact that they were all in trouble. but clearly it was just a little surprise for them - a wrench thrown into their daily routines, something the girl didn’t find all that bothering. it was something interesting definitely a relief and not an impending stress. 

immediatley, she began forming basic choreography in her head - listening to the songs they were playing for the others and taking notes on the other performances ( a pro to being last ). but unfortunately for the last performer, that meant all eyes would be on them. she needed to do well.

the trainee carried herself to the stage confidently when her name was called, zhou jieqiong echoing throughout the theater before the soft steps of her shoes padded towards center stage. she bowed to the panel of judges before taking a deep breath - shaking out her limbs before settling into a natural standing position. 

the short intro of ❝  yonce  ❞ began and jieqiong immediately threw herself into the mood of the song, head lazily rolling once as she allowed a slight smirk to appear on her lips. "gimme some!” she raised her hand as she motioned towards the panel - keeping eye contact with a few members of the panel as she slowly begins descending to the floor.

jieqiong was glad to be able to show a new side to herself - showing sphere that she could do a dance with more of a mature side ( well, at least for her ). she couldn’t help but feel newfound confidence in this stage as her body began blending itself in with the beats of the song. although she was certainly lacking in some areas, she was happy she could show this side of herself.

♪ ~ see me up in the club with fifty-eleven girls posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill brooklyn brim with my eyes sitting low every boy in here with me got that smoke ~ ♪

it wasn’t a jieqiong performance if she didn’t throw in a wink somewhere. so she winked at baek jiyoung ( she didn’t know where the courage to do that came from. actually, she did - they accidentally made eyecontact and the trainee just went with it ) as she rose back to a standing position. she bounced slightly on her feet before swinging herself into the next counts, the side of her hand sliding across her forehead and her eyes scanning the panel ‘up and down’ before moving on.

♪ ~ every boy in here with me got that smoke every girl in here got to look me up and down all on instagram, cake by the pound circulate the image every time i come around g's up, tell me how i'm looking babe ~ ♪

once again, she was surprised how fast her performance was coming to an end. her mind was still racing to place new choreography and movements but she was lucky to be familiar with the song ( mentally thanking herself for being obsessed with queen b no doubt ). she couldn’t imagine going into this without having heard the song before - the thought alone made her anxious. she still had a long way to go before she got to that point. but she needed to worry about doing her best now instead of what was to come. 

♪ ~ boy this all for you just walk my way just tell me how it's looking babe just tell me how it's looking babe (how it's looking babe) i do this all for you baby just take aim  ~ ♪

when time was up and all trainees had officially finished, jieqiong returned back to her schedule with a racing heart and energy to last her the rest of the day. they had never done anything like this since her becoming a sphere trainee and she was anticipating what was to come next.

[idaroon]

we all have a hunger.

idolmas prompt, 12th day: the awards show feat. titanium members

if aroon smoked he would be a whole pack down by now.

but he doesn’t, so he paces around the room, sits down, taps his foot against the floor only to get up and pace again. ( what people don’t tell about being an idol is the amount of time you spend waiting. ) there is a restlessness that itches, a feeling deep down, in his bones, under his skin, that claws its way out and would take the form of a badly written line on a song, but now aroon doesn’t have his notebook with him and he hates writing on his phone. so he paces and waits.

at the event it’s more waiting too. he bounces his leg until jingyi presses the palm of his hand over aroon’s knee to keep him from doing it. aroon looks at it, jingyi’s pale skin contrasting so much against the black of aroon’s pants. the fabric separates them but aroon still feels the warmth of the touch.

and he itches. and he aches.

everything is so ordinary for him it’s laughable. the sitting there and watching this and that performance, the listening to this and that speech. thank you to our fans, to our company, blablabla, everyone repeats the same words and they all are background noise to aroon’s thoughts.

maybe that is why aroon doesn’t hear it when their name is called. there is cheering and clapping and guanlin’s gentle hand on his shoulder, silently telling him to move. he walks and the award is heavy in his hands while dax talks, plays the part of the sweet boy, thanks midas, thanks their fans, thanks everyone.

aroon reaches to the inner pocket of his suit and takes some tissues, pass them to jingyi. he accepts them, hides his crying face from the public. aroon smiles before he too makes a brief speech thanking the fans and the crew who worked on their video. the award is still heavy and aroon looks at it, pass it along to dax.

it’s not enough to stop his aching, not nearly enough. -

“i’m bored, come on.”

jingyi’s hand in his works as an anchor, tying him to the reality, to the now. aroon thinks too much, imagines too much; even in moments like this, when they walk backstage, bowing to whoever they find, smiling and waving, aroon is not all that present. he only comes back when they find an empty room and he shoves jingyi against the door, kisses him so hard their teeth clink and it hurts a bit, but aroon doesn’t stop.

before he would make an off hand comment about jingyi’s red eyes, about him crying over an award that isn’t exactly for them as it is for the director and the creative team, but he doesn’t. he swallows it down together with jingyi’s moans.

there’s something different about them now, a new intensity created by the month of separation. it’s a way to compensate, to realign to each other again; it’s not needed because aroon still knows every inch of jingyi’s body, still knows what he has to do to make him pant. everything is there, in his mind forever.

when they part aroon smirks, the annoying, condescending smirk he knows jingyi hates. “what are you waiting for, baby?” he asks, hands caressing jingyi’s cheeks. “get on your knees.”

it’s almost enough to stop the aching. -

dax looks at them and it seems he is on the verge of saying something, but his eyes meet aroon’s and he gives up. aroon knows what this means, for him, for them, but he only smiles.

that’s the thing about titanium, they don’t need words to understand each other. they simply know.

someone gives him the award back, he takes a picture and uploads it on his instagram with a long caption about being proud, about being grateful, about loving his members, his fans, his family. words come easy to him and aroon doesn’t need to wait for their manager’s approval because he is trusted when it comes to this.

he holds it, feels the weight. it’s something, he thinks, something for them. and he feels happy, he does. it’s their, in some way. they did this, this small victory.

but he still itches, still aches.