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it's been a while since they've been able to broadcast something for their fan, and lucky feels rather guilty, and not to mention nervous, because it's been long enough since their last release that he frets about the fans feeling put off, or worse, worried about their well-being. lucky stays as active as he can on their fancafe but it's hard to keep them satisfied with day-to-day updates when all he can really post about is the weather, what songs he's listening to, what kind of dinner minhyun made for them that night, etc; but it's not the same. as such, he’s super excited when he gets the green light from the company to go ahead with a holiday-themed vlive with minhyun.

so far, he’s having fun. he finds it easy to relax and just be himself when he's streaming with minhyun, despite the thousands of people watching; he likes how talkative and cheerful minhyun becomes, too, even though he knows it's just for the fans -- in a way, doing the vlive is as much of a present for him as it is for the fans.

check at your feet! kenta blinks a few times, smiling and giving thanks to the unnamed fan before looking down and moving his legs over to see that, indeed, the packet of flavouring is on the floor. he laughs lightly, blonde head ducking under the table as he picks up the packet. "well, that's not very lucky of me-" a double meaning -- to the fans, it's just a play-on-words about his name, nothing more. when he returns on camera, he's grinning ( he apparently never gets tired of luck-based jokes, despite making them almost daily ) as he rips the top of the packet off perfectly, reaching in front of minhyun to dust the powder into the bowl. "it smells so good. really spicy though.." some of the dust is left floating in the air, ending up in his nose.  without much warning, lucky sneezes -- thankfully, he's able to cover his mouth with his sneeze in time, but he still looks a bit bewildered, and then embarrassed. "ah, sorry! i’m so rude--"

[120517] holiday vlive

with m.ea’s minhyun and lucky ( @cclucky )

the camera had been rolling for about twenty minutes, starting off with the two boys greeting the viewers and reading some comments from where they were from. there were thousands of korean viewers, which was a given, but also a lot of international fans tuning in at impossible hours just to catch a glimpse of them. this was probably why they always tried to make it as entertaining and worthy of their time as possible, minhyun trading his more serious self for a brighter, more cheerful personality on screen. “hyung, i think the noodles are ready. where’s the powder packet?” he looked around for it to no avail, even lifting up papers scattered on the table. when both of them seemed a little lost, minhyun saw a comment from the corner of his eye. “ah, someone said you knocked it off earlier. check at your feet!”

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jbj’s fantasy limited edition dvd: kenta

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                        take hold of my hand                           we’ll face this together

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171020: Kenta || Fantasy

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` forever

@ccyongguk sent “murder” for that ask meme she’s getting what she deserves.

TW: murder, death, blood, heavy angst AU: though this takes place in the second timeline, this is definitely an au! 

— it’s alarming, really, how quickly and abruptly everything can fall apart.

one minute, kenta is on the couch as usual, sitting right next to him ( right where he should be ) laughing and telling stories and breathing life into yongguk like always; and the next, he’s bleeding out, struggling to take his last breaths in yongguk’s arms. 

but what’ll happen now? when a hero kills a card, they just come back — captured now, of course, but more importantly, still alive.  so, then, what happens when a card is killed by non-magical means… what happens when they’re killed by another card?

in other words: yongguk is about to lose everything, and it’s all his fault. 

he’s never really thought about how frail kenta really is, until his small body is splayed out over his couch, head resting on yongguk’s lap despite numerous attempts at sitting himself back up again. he’s shaking, huge tremours rocking his body as he painfully draws in each breath. yongguk can do nothing, except stare down at his twin card, his best friend, his everything slowly losing the energy and life that made yongguk love him so much.

yongguk can’t remember exactly when or how he got ahold of the knife, he doesn’t even register that it’s in his hand until both of kenta’s hands are grasping his, desperately trying to stop the knife from lodging in his stomach but yongguk, even with his mind detatched from his body, as it is, has always been stronger.

he doesn’t feel anything at first. kenta lets go of him and yongguk drops his hand too, blinking slowly as he steps back and watches kenta’s chest rising and falling in panic, blood slowly spreading across his striped shirt.

it’s only when kenta looks up at him with tear-filled eyes, when the hurt and betrayal and fear in his gaze is like a stake to yongguk’s heart that the weight of what he’s done starts to settle on him, and he gets the first inkling that he’s become a monster.

yongguk could see that kenta’s smiles were just a little bit more dim. he caught kenta looking into the distance a few times, as if there was somewhere else he’d rather be. 

yongguk pretended not to notice, pretended he didn’t care but it was hard when all kenta wanted to talk about was m.ea this, minhyun that and yongguk was left wondering why he ever bothered spending time with him if part of him was always going to be left back in that stupid dorm.

all or nothing. it’s what he wants, what he deserves after spending years unfalteringly by kenta’s side and the thought that he might never have that again was unbearable.

“why do you bother coming here?” he asked abruptly, tone harsh and gaze dark, interrupting kenta mid-sentence. he remembers that stunned look on kenta’s face, how his expression grew both confused and worried ( though that look would turn into fear soon after ) and kenta spoke hesitantly, saying something typical to the effect of ‘to see you’ followed by a timid little ‘should i leave?’

yongguk was angry. for weeks now he’d been feeling much more than he was used to feeling and it all hit him at once, making his head spin and his heart race and his vision turn red.

why is he pretending to be upset? he didn’t want to be here in the first place. only part of him notices kenta leaning away from him, questioning him again but he can’t process what he’s saying. without realizing it, his hands ball into fists. e wants to leave me, he’s going to leave me again, don’t leave me.  

what if kenta didn’t have a choice?

“lucky,” he breathes, the name hitching on the lump in his throat as the other looks away from him and down at the mess of his shirt, shoulders shaking violently.

he’s dying. there’s too much blood and he is going to die. but somewhere in the back of his mind yongguk remembers that cards won’t really die. they regenerate — that’s what happens when cards get captured, after all, isn’t it?

he’s a card. he’ll come back.

it’ll be okay.

when he wakes up, it’ll be just them again. yongguk and kenta, unlucky and lucky, together again, alone just like they’ve always been.

( and he won’t be minhyun’s anymore. )

yongguk repeats these words over and over  in his head as he sits back down on the couch beside him. he gently grabs one of his shoulders, easing him into a lying-down position and kenta is far too weak by now to protest, breathing more and more laboriously as the tears keep falling down his face. he makes eye contact with yongguk again, and rather than the betrayed look from before, yongguk only sees fear. something painful and vile twists in yongguk’s stomach.

“yongguk—” kenta croaks out with a great amount of effort, and blood bubbles from his lips, staining them red. yongguk doesn’t answer, but he touches his face, cupping his cheek. kenta’s head turns away from yongguk’s hand, but he isn’t strong enough to properly pull away. “why? did i—” he starts, but cuts himself off by coughing again. his tone is so unlike him, filled with pain and disbelief despite how strained he is; and what he says next will haunt yongguk forever. “did i do something wrong?”

“you didn’t,” yongguk says, heart breaking. “but it’ll be okay.” he swipes his thumb across kenta’s cheek, catching his tears.  “you’re gonna… you’re gonna come back soon. i know it hurts — i’m sorry. but it’ll be okay soon, i promise.“ 

kenta’s brows furrow just the slightest, and he tries to say something again, but he just coughs and splutters. there’s more blood.

that sick feeling is growing in yongguk’s stomach, creeping up and taking over his lungs now. as he watches kenta struggle, as the blood begins seeping into the couch and into yongguk’s clothes ( staining them forever probably, along with yongguk’s skin ) and he finds himself trembling too. "it’s okay,” he repeats, his voice coming out surprisingly calm despite his world crashing down around him. he adjusts himself to hold kenta closer to him, ignoring the way it makes kenta wince. 

“just go to sleep, okay? just close your eyes. when you wake up, everything will be alright again.” his voice breaks a little.

he thinks he sees some of the fear leave kenta’s expression. the luck card is still staring up at him — though some of the softness that he’s used to has returned to his eyes again ( or maybe that’s just wishful thinking. ) as yongguk watches him, kenta’s breathing slows again, and, after a long moment, his eyelids flutter shut.

just like that, the shaking and breathing both stop. yongguk doesn’t need to see the light leave his eyes in order to know that he’s dead.

he stays like that, holding kenta’s lifeless body, only half expecting some sign of his return. but he really doesn’t know how this works, cards aren’t supposed to really die but there are no signs of life and the smell of blood is overwhelming his senses. yongguk wonders if maybe this is all a nightmare; a nightmare where kenta is human and vulnerable and not coming back.

minutes pass, or maybe hours, and yongguk doesn’t move. yongguk doesn’t know how long it’s been since the tears have stopped streaming down his face but his eyes hurt, his heart hurts, everything hurts.

but he did this to seal his forever with his kenta, his good luck charm, and he’s not going anywhere until he comes back to him. he promised that everything would be okay when he comes back and he can wait forever if he has to.

forever was too unrealistic. he’s jarred out of the trance when he hears his front door slam shut, and then urgent footsteps headed towards him, as well as a voice shouting for lucky and yongguk’s heart drops. of course, of course it’s minhyun. he should’ve figured that he’d feel something and come looking soon enough.

with a bitter taste in his mouth, yongguk closes his eyes and leans his head on the back of his couch. kenta will be upset to find out that minhyun had to see him this way. i’m sorry, he thinks, but who exactly is he apologizing to now?

everything is a blur from there, the events after them being discovered speeding past yongguk in a haze. he’s still waiting waiting waiting but kenta’s body only gets colder and soon, someone — must be minhyun — is wrenching kenta away from him. yongguk stares at the blonde’s tiny body expecting to see him sit up and smile again now that his hero is here but he stays like that, eerily serene-looking in his sleep.

yongguk keeps waiting, but kenta doesn’t wake up. and he won’t for a long, long time.

the realization slaps him in the face, and then weighs him down with that heavy feeling of lethargy that he’s so used to, except worse. he still doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to do anything and as he thinks about kenta’s bright and smiling face he starts to wish that he could just die too.

he shouldn’t feel so disappointed. of course it wouldn’t work. he shouldn’t have expected there to be an easy way out, a simple way of ensuring that kenta is his and completely his; his last-ditch plan has failed, his own selfishness ripped his best friend from him  in a moment of weakness and now he’s really, truly alone.

he should’ve known better than to think everything would work out — that would’ve been the happy ending.

yongguk doesn’t get a happy ending. he never has. 

it’s just his luck.

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aesthetic moodboards: 1/?           ♡ ft. @ccminhyun​

-- i’ll give you shelter.

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tsundere yongguk

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hey, i have tons of muse but not much motivation for actual writing atm, so what better way to channel that muse than to make some shitty quality moodboards!! heck yea!! like this post and i’ll put something together for our muses :> i will probably cap it at some point but for now, come at me!

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fight

from this meme ! fight — write our muses having a fight  

"woah, you don't have to -- hey, listen! i've already got a hero!"

lucky's protests were frantic, the card waving both hands around with palms faced outward in some kind of gesture meaning 'stop' -- he's scared at first, because really, it's not often that heroes are willing listen to him when he tells them; but to his surprise, the hero actually does lower his weapon, and strangely... looks relieved.

it's not like he was putting much effort into fighting lucky in the first place -- it's why he opted for talking him out of it rather than just taking off. he always got the feeling that the hero wasn't really that into it. put up to it, maybe, by the league? or was there still that thing going on about earning extra points for catching cards?

he probably should have run away and called minhyun anyway, because this is the sort of thing lucky really shouldn't take risks with, even if the odds are that he'll survive in any case; but he apparently chose the right outcome, because the other man seemed to not only willingly give up, but he looks almost grateful for lucky giving him a reason not to fight him.

even still, lucky's arms are still stretched out in front of him, and he blinks. "um... are we okay?"

the hero shrugs, saying something dismissive, to the effect of yeah i didn't want to fight you anyway and then lucky exhales, letting his arms drop to his sides.

now that he's less fearful, he can actually look at the other -- he thinks he might recognize him, he's seen him around when minhyun brings him to training. "i'm just wondering, though, what kind of weapon is that? do you really try to kill things with a big stick?" he doesn't mean it as shade or anything, really he's genuinely curious. and now that his fight-or-flight response has ceased and the other isn't registering as a threat, he's returning to his chatty self despite the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

"... have you killed anything with a big stick?" it just doesn't seem that realistic.

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scars

from this meme ! scars — write your muse touching mine’s scars 

in a situation where boys have to live with other boys, it shouldn’t be all that shocking for one to see the other without a shirt – but kenta overreacts every time anyway, making a show out of turning away, covering his eyes or straight up running out of the room. it’s just about being polite, he says, as if minhyun can’t feel kenta’s embarrassed feelings through their bond.

but today, he has to deal with it. minhyun is hurt, having run into some monster while he was out – and although the wound isn’t really that bad at all, kenta insisted on helping him dress it as soon as he came home ( after having a two-minute-long freak out about it first, of course. ) the wound in question is a small gash on the bottom of minhyun’s left shoulder blade, towards the middle of his back, so kenta couldn’t get to it without minhyun’s shirt coming off. kenta sits perched on the couch and minhyun sits on his knees on the floor in front of him, facing away so that kenta can properly reach his injury without having to stand on his tip-toes.

once he gets past his initial… blushyness, kenta is more serious, chatting at minhyun a little as he applies ointment to the cut, and then gauze from the first aid box that their manager makes them keep somewhere in the dorm.

“i knew you should’ve taken me out this time,” kenta huffs, not for the first time since minhyun’s return. “i have to worry about you so much when i’m not there! and i read somewhere that stress make your hair turn grey faster.” even as he complains, ( lightheartedly, for the most part, because they both know that kenta is not mortal and therefore will never age enough to have grey hair. ) kenta gently places the clear medical tape over the edge of the gauze. 

it’s when he’s carefully smoothing the tape down on his skin that kenta notices another marking, around the same size except white, a little ways away from where his hands are currently, and then another scar up closer to the top of minhyun’s shoulder. there are a couple less prominent ones here and there, and presumably, there are more in other places than minhyun’s back, too.

oh.  kenta’s movements slow as he stares, hands resting near the gauze on minhyun’s back. minhyun questions him, but kenta doesn’t answer right away. he reaches out, hand leaving minhyun’s dressed wound to instead, lightly touch one of the white lines he can see. “…when did this happen]?”

kenta can see and feel minhyun’s body tensing, shoulders drawing up as kenta begins tracing a finger over both of the prominent scars he can see. “a while ago,” the hero replies, and kenta can sense some apprehension in his voice.

minhyun shifts underneath him, asking whether or not kenta is done with the gauze because i have work to do, hyung, and kenta hums back “right, right” and goes back to applying the tape.

but he’s frowning. all of these old wounds, this pain that he could’ve prevented if he’d been able to protect minhyun sooner… he feels guilty.

“i won’t let you get any more scars like those,” he says abruptly, and he’s a little surprised – he meant to say it in his head. but since he heard himself say it, his determination becomes more solid. his tone, usually light and fairly bubbly, is subdued for once, soft, but sincere.

“as long as i’m your card, i won’t let you get hurt anymore. okay? no more scars.” he smoothes the gauze down one last time, sitting back as he lets his hands fall.

if only he could keep that promise.

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GAME

from this meme ! game — write our characters playing video games together

with more and more free time nowadays, kenta has taken to branching out a bit more. despite recieving many warnings against staying away from the heroes, he's gone looking for "the good ones" again -- hoping that, through befriending some of them, he'll have a good network of friends to keep him safe. 

and jimin definitely seemed like one of the good ones, or at least not one of the bad -- he's kinda quiet, and doesn't really talk about himself very much but when kenta first meets him while wandering the heroes' training area, he doesn't get bad vibes at all. 

it took some convincing to get jimin to invite him to his house to play games, but thankfully kenta can be both stubborn and persuasive when he wants to be; and kenta is fun enough company that jimin doesn't seem to mind... that much. not at first, anyway. 

"oops! i swear i didn't mean to win again," kenta says sheepishly, watching his little monkey character act out his victory dance for the fourth time in a row, while jimin's character is off to the side, comically dejected. super monkey ball: banana blitz is a fairly old game for the very outdated wii, but it's one of kenta's favourites, for reasons that his friends can't fathom. maybe something about the bright, colourful atmosphere and light-hearted party games is enticing to him, and it's always fun to play with friends. 

jimin blinks at the screen, and he shrugs. "i guess this is what i get for playing games with the luck card," he's not really being serious at all, but kenta can't help but feel a little bad anyway.

kenta fidgets with the wrist-strap on his remote. "you're right, it's not really fair, we should've picked a game more based on skill than chance..." kenta likes playing games, but it's probably not the same knowing he's much more likely to succeed. 

but when jimin looks at him, there's a small smile on his face. "skill, huh? sounds like i need to beat you up in smash bros."

kenta's eyes light up. he's glad that jimin doesn't want to give up playing with him despite the unfair gameplay -- he was worried jimin wasn't having fun, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. a relieved and excited smile follows suit, and he picks him his remote again. "sure, let’s go!”

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love, traumatic, kiss

drabble meme: one (accepting!)traumatic: write my or your characters going through a traumatic experience.  ( first timeline — canon maybe )

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game

game — write a drabble of our characters playing video games together.

“i don’t know if anyone else has told you yet,” ricky says while setting up the game, kenta watching him as he does, “but i’m an expert on mario kart. everyone that’s played with me has always lost to me. i don’t mean to brag, but i consider myself one fo the best mario kart players in busan, if not in all of korea. no printer, just fax.” 

taehyung finds himself sitting back down next to kenta. “before you ask, of course i can play rainbow road. what do i look like? a noob?” he says with a confident grin before passing kenta the other control while he held his in his hand. “don’t choose waluigi, by the way. he’s mine. i drive with him. no one can wah like i can. you hear me? no owns the wahs like i do. any other other wah is completely irrelevant compared to mine. so, by my law, you are banned from wahing.” 

ricky turns away to face the television to select rainbow road. “yeah. now it’s time to show you who’s boss.”

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drink

from this meme ! drink — write our characters drinking together

tw: alcohol //

it isn't the first time lucky has tried alcohol, and it likely won't be the last -- he always has a good time when he drinks, because he lucks out and rarely gets a bad hangover or headache. he does, however, get tipsy pretty easily, because the universe apparently determines for him that 'good luck'  when it comes to drinking equates to 'getting drunk very quickly.'

"another one!" lucky cheers much too loudly, setting his glass down on the table in some manner meant to imitate a scene from the avengers. "this is really good! japanese beer is no joke." it had taken some time for lucky to get used to the taste of beer when he first tried it a couple years ago, but by now he's gotten over the taste and even prefers it over other kinds. he likes coolers and mixed drinks better, but likes it better than non-sparkling wine or any straight liquour -- because they're not fizzy. he'll drink anything if it's fizzy, it reminds him of soda.

"thanks for taking me out, hyung," he says when the bartender passes him a new drink. he lifts it up and sips it, getting some of the foam on his face. "i'm.. pretty sure i'm not supposed to go out like this, but-" he shrugs. "i haven't noticed any fans recognizing me yet. it's dark in here..." realistically, he probably should've worn sunglasses, or at least a mask or something. there's always a risk that he could be seen, but when it comes to taking risks like this, normally the odds work in kenta's favour.

he takes another look around the bar. yep -- most of the patrons are either older men sitting on bar stools, or people too busy dancing and talking with their faces way too close; none of them being the teenage girls that make up most of m.ea's fanbase. he should be safe. ( unless, of course, minhyun finds out where he is. but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it. )

"so what did you want to talk about?" he asks, gaze returning to hakyeon. "something about.. heroes, right?" he wrinkles his nose. "i hope you're not another one of the cards that's just gonna lecture me about trusting heroes, 'cause honestly i'm getting soooo tired of hearing it." there's a slight slur to his words -- it's also obvious that he's having a hard time controlling his mouth. he talks too much enough when sober, but it gets even worse when he's under the influence. his brows furrow slightly, and he rambles on: "everyone has been bothering me about this stuff. 'why do you trust your heroes?' blah blah blah! it's so dumb. people don't care whether i'm actually happy or not, they just wanna push their own fears on me. and nooo thank you!" and with that, he takes a rather large drink of beer, pulling a face as the taste comes off a bit stronger than he was expecting.

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