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do not edit ✧ rainbow bay / (1, 2)

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*taps mic* hello ? is this thing on ?? aaaah sorry about going ghost for the last several days ! i’ve been dealing with some family stuff .. . plus i was at kcon all weekend ( which was absolutely amazing by the way !! ya girl met sf9 and saw a ton of her favs perform on both nights of the concert ) and didn’t have much time at all to check in and answer any messages i had. i’m still not all the way here but will probably get the ball rolling again on the 23rd. just thought i’d let you guys know that i’m (sorta) back !! and alive !!! i need to follow the new members that were accepted yesterday and i’ll also be doing an unfollow/refollow spree to make sure i’m following all the active members in famed. as for the threads i have yet to respond to, i’ll be messaging people to see if it’s still worth me writing up a reply or not ( since it’s been a while ) !! i feel bad for taking forever even if you guys are the nicest people on the planet and say it’s fine and that you understand ... ! :( part of me wants to scrap all the current threads i have and start fresh, but i don’t know .. we’ll see !! anyway this post has gone on long enough. i hope you’re all having a wonderful start of the week !!!

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just popping in to let everyone know that i will be getting to replies throughout the day today !! also if we haven’t plotted yet and you would like to plot, then like this post or let me know and we can pm and work something out !

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“I said trouble, not lost, but I guess that couldn’t be a way of being in trouble,” she corrected, ignoring his scoff entirely. Boyeong watched the boy turn around a few times over before he set his attention back on her, making sure he could tell by her facial expression that she didn’t believe he wasn’t lost. And she wouldn’t expect him to know the ins and outs of the city. Kyuseung had only been there for so long, and even if he was out and about, he was guided by his manager and other company leaders. Boyeong wasn’t naive enough to think that he would have the whole place memorized by then.

The two were not particularly close, but they knew each other a little bit more than the average group of idols. Being on Hello Counselor together allowed Kyuseung to see a different side of Boyeong, one that not many people get to see. Sure, they cut most of her commentary for being way too honest, but it was noticeably out of concern or defense of whoever was on the show. Boyeong raised an eyebrow at Kyuseung. “What kind of phone did you company buy you that they make you go out into Seoul to find an outlet for it?” she asked, not buying the excuse for one second. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to give him hell over the silly excuse. She understood pride, having a lot of it herself, and if him charging his phone was whatever it was that didn’t make him sacrifice his pride, Boyeong would go with it. 

A laugh rose out of the small idol. “Oh yes, I’m meeting up with my boyfriend, just don’t tell anyone, alright?” she teased before shaking her head. “I’m kidding, really. I like getting out once in a while. The dorm starts to feel like a cage after so long.”

・ﾟ✧ “MY COMPANY BOUGHT ME A GREAT PHONE. IT’S NOT LIKE I NEED TO GO OUT AND FIND AN OUTLET FOR IT, ALL I NEED IS A CHARGER,” kyuseung noted, his gaze falling to the sidewalk as his free hand scratches the back of his neck apprehensively, almost as if speaking further would cumulate his foolishness and stupidity. “WHICH... ISN’T WITH ME. BECAUSE I FORGOT MINE.” the boy then made a mental note to ask the manager that had borrowed his said phone charger to return it to him when he sees him next. this surely was a predicament that he didn’t want to relive again but he counted his blessings. in all honesty, his situation could have been far worse; he could have been recognized by fans, and being mobbed wasn’t an ideal addition to the already troublesome problem at hand. at the comment of having a secret rendezvous with a special someone, he snorted. “OH, PINKY SWEAR. YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND CAN MEET UP ALL YOU WANT. YOUR SECRET’S SAFE WITH ME,” for the first time since their conversation started the boy had smiled, his brown eyes almost twinkling as he laughed along with her. “YOU AND I ARE THE SAME. I DON’T LIKE BEING IN THE DORM A LOT EITHER. GUESS WE’RE TWO TIGER CUBS THAT DON’T WANT TO BE CAGED.” the young dancer knew that he looked nothing more than practically helpless to boyeong; he also knew that there was a chance he was going to get laughed at, or mocked, or bullied, and the disbelief and subtle judgment that emanated off her after hearing his excuses was noticeable in the way she was looking at him. he had half the mind to ask her if she knew how to get back to his dorm but he didn’t bother opening his mouth to say anything, no matter if had been inwardly debating on plucking up the courage to ask a stranger for directions almost three minutes ago. besides, it wasn’t like she knew where the apartment complex was. he could give her an address but would it make that much of a difference? it would have been a miracle if boyeong had the streets and signs memorized. that would be virtually impossible in a city like seoul. “WE’RE IN CHEONGDAM, RIGHT?” he asked, wanting to make sure. “I KNOW I’M IN THE RIGHT NEIGHBORHOOD BECAUSE THE BC ENTERTAINMENT BUILDING IS SOMEWHERE AROUND HERE... PROBABLY,” he continued, stepping off to the side and reaching out his hand to beckon the female rapper to do the same, only now realizing that they were blocking off half the sidewalk from pedestrians and random passersby. kyuseung shook his head from side to side, patting the bill of the red baseball cap he was wearing with his fingers. he let out a laugh, one that was short and wildly ironic, and he grinned from ear to ear. “IT’S KIND OF FUNNY HOW LOST I AM, ONCE YOU THINK ABOUT IT. IT’S NOT LIKE I STARTED LIVING HERE YESTERDAY.”

lost boy ⦙ + bobo

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the discussion at hand ⦙ + rocket

for @fmdrocket !

・ﾟ✧ it isn’t particularly late at night, ten isn’t as late as midnight, but kyuseung was more than ready for bed. anybody would think that just making it through the door was hard enough after a long day of schedules (and it was; the multiplex-tiered shoe racks that sided against the walls was a labyrinth and a half to pass ━ it didn’t help that the ratio of footwear to storage space clearly exceeded the amount, so much so that the flooring was completely covered with a sea of pairs and sneakers that were missing their partners) but it was even worse with thirteen tired boys living under one roof. the nightly routines were just as busy and chaotic as the morning ones. the CHARM members all had different agendas after work had been done and they had free time to themselves: some would take the time to wash up and hit the hay thereafter, others would shuffle their way to the kitchen for a small snack (or a fourth meal depending on the portion of food they decide to chow down on), or sprawl out in the living room area to talk amongst each other and watch whatever was airing on television. for kyuseung it was technically none of the above. he had waited his turn for use of the bathroom (something that didn’t need any getting used to since he was the youngest and the youngest always had to give priority to his elders, in this case to his hyungs) and once it was he promptly took off his makeup, used the shower, brushed his teeth and slapped on a face mask ━ the sheet smelled faintly of lemongrass and was said for brightening of the skin, according to the product reviews, and he figured it was something he needs. he spent a bit of time chatting with jihoon (they don’t share a room together so their light conversation had to take place in an open area) before he retired to his bunk so he could lay about comfortably. as much as the young male wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and drift off to sleep, there was one more thing he had to do before that could happen. the members all share two separate ipads that had been given to them by their management team (thirteen individual ipads would have been the present that topped all presents but it was too much and quite frankly too expensive and almost ludicrous if you really thought about it) after their first win on inkigayo last year and kyuseung had every intention of borrowing one of them for a little while. he was eager to check the marvel comic forums and see if his post about guardians of the galaxy had garnered any responses since he had last checked; the topic of discussion was harmless: he mentioned the movie franchise and opened up the floor for opinions on whether or not they were doing the comics any justice. scrolling down to read the comments and replies he had received, there was a notable one that had sparked his interest ━ one from a username that he has seen many a time, from an online figure that he has grown accustomed to seeing on the forum sites and had befriended very welcomely.

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sorry about not getting to any of my longer threads today !! something came up and i couldn’t find the time to hop online to write. i know i have replies to get to and a couple new starters to write and those will come within the next few days .. . ! i just gotta make sure everything is okay with my family before anything else. hope you guys understand !!

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text to → 아저씨 😜

eunae: IS SHE REALLY YOUR TYPE?

eunae: neither do i, but when i see one involving my cutest dongsaengs, of course i have to see what it says.

eunae: you know, if you're interested... i could set you up on a date or something

eunae: i thought you kids were close as trainees? i could've sworn i always saw you two hanging out late together, and practicing.

eunae: you two practiced so much, ah.

eunae: well, you can start!!!

kyuseung: she is really my type

kyuseung: we were close before but it's different now

kyuseung: it's hard to talk and meet up these days but it would be nice to see her outside of our schedules

kyuseung: a date? i don't know about that, noona

kyuseung: i want to talk to her first

kyuseung: without anybody around

kyuseung: just us

kyuseung: has she told you anything?

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How do you live with yourself?

send me “how do you live with yourself?” and my character will be forced to confess one of their insecuritiesstatus: accepting !

“i’m not shy. talking to people, whether it be one person or a room full of them, does not intimidate me at all. i’m in my element in social situations. i like making friends. i like hanging out with friends. so much so that i’d rather go out and watch paint dry with someone than stay indoors by myself. i’d be willing to talk about the most ridiculous and pointless things than sit there in silence. not to toot my own horn but i’d like to think i’m generally well liked. my friendship circle is solid and forever expanding. i may talk to some more than others but that’s life. i can’t be best buddies with everyone, as much as it’d be cool to be. but the thing is… even though i talk to people, i don’t really… talk to people. if that makes sense. unless we’re super close, i don’t like to talk about my private matters. my personal problems. i’m always here to listen and give the best advice i can if someone comes to me first, but if someone were to ask me about what keeps me up at night? i’d have to trust you with my life. the only people who truly know me, the real me ━ are eunae noona and jihoon. everybody else knows bits and pieces of the puzzle. it’s hard for me to trust people, i guess. i don’t know.”

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How do you live with yourself?

send me “how do you live with yourself?” and my character will be forced to confess one of their insecuritiesstatus: accepting !

“it’s not like my parents pressure me to be the best. they don’t. nobody in my family does. they’re supportive, loving, and forgiving. i grew up well and all i can recall from my childhood are good memories. so what’s the problem, you ask? me. i’m the problem. more specifically, my standards. i’m the youngest in my family, the last little chick to leave the bird’s nest. i have two sisters ━ the eldest moved to america and owns an art gallery while the second eldest is currently in school to become a veterinarian. they have things going for them. some sort of stability. for me, it all depends on popularity. exposure. chart rankings and album sales. i basically have to sell myself ━ the best version of myself, so CHARM can look good. so bc entertainment can look good. and i guess that’s why i demand perfection. why i put this burden on my shoulders. i want to be successful. and i want to stay successful. i want to have that blanket of security. there are stories of groups that disband just as quick as they debut because they don’t gain the traction they need to repay their debts and release new content. they are then forced to go back home and live a normal, every day life from then on. i don’t want that to happen to me. that’d be one of my biggest fears.”

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how do you live with yourself?

send me “how do you live with yourself?” and my character will be forced to confess one of their insecuritiesstatus: accepting !

“in a group of thirteen it’s not hard to be overshadowed. especially when there are others that were born with the gift to sing, to rap, to dance, to entertain others… and what do i have? my visual? i learned how to dance. i learned how to rap. i’m not saying the work i put in to be where i am today isn’t for nothing, or that i’m slacking in any of the areas i’m supposed to shine in. i just don’t feel… good enough yet. i don’t feel like i will ever be good enough. i don’t have that raw talent ━ to compose my own songs, to write catchy and compelling lyrics, to create complex choreography from start to finish. i can learn, i can contribute my own ideas, but i’m scared of being laughed at. i’m scared that what i bring to the table won’t live up to the expectations that CHARMings expect from us when we promote new music. i’m scared that they will take one look at me and think that i’m not the person they thought i was. that i’m replaceable, and CHARM can promote with twelve members without a problem. sometimes i look at my hyungs and envy them. i wonder how they sleep at night knowing that they have it so easy. they have a plethora of skills, of credibility under their belt, and i have, what, a handsome face? the ability to hold a conversation? sometimes i wonder what would’ve happened if i had looked any different when i was fourteen. would that manager still have street casted me? would i be here as a member of an idol group? or i would i be at home instead, helping out on the farm?”

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Send me "How do you live with yourself?" and my character will be forced to confess one of their insecurities.

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text to → 아저씨 😜

eunae: it's pretty much impossible not to, seeing as it's pretty much everywhere since yknow..we're famous and all that

eunae: my dearest dongsaeng, no one ever names another idol- least of all one they can actually date as their ideal type.

eunae: is she really, though?

eunae: you know you can tell me everything 👀

kyuseung: is she really what?

kyuseung: i don't read articles, most of them are just gossip

kyuseung: but it's nice to know that you're interested in knowing what my ideal type is

kyuseung: who said anything about dating? to date someone you have to talk to them and we haven't spoken in a long time

kyuseung: i'll tell you when there's something to tell

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jihoonfmd:

If anyone knew Jihoon, they knew that he was the biggest advocate for girl groups of any and all concepts. Sexy, girl crush or cute, he liked them all and he had some of them more memorized than his own groups’ songs. so when he was asked to do a fanservice video of him dancing to WISH’s song latest song, Signal, of course he he didn’t hesitate to film it. Which was how he found himself in the dance studio, setting up his phone across the room at the right angle so that it could catch his every move. He clicked play on the little speaker a few feet away from him and let the music flow throughout the room. He bounced up and down on the heels of his feet a couple times while he waited for the beat to drop, and when it finally did he started dancing. 

He had gotten through the first verse and the prechorus and was just getting into the chorus when the door creaked open. He glanced over and saw a familiar face, but didn’t stop dancing. He wasn’t going to let them ruin his video, although at the first chance he got, he used his hand to wave them over, inviting them to join him. He even started singing the lyrics while he danced, as if that would help coax them into joining in on the fun.

・ﾟ✧ girl group songs had always been a guilty pleasure for kyuseung. his taste in music is broad and he will generally listen to anything if he genuinely enjoys what he hears (he’s not super picky except for when it comes to ballads; slower songs are seldom added to any of his playlists and he wouldn’t be caught listening to them unless it was situational and his mood fit a slower song) and there is no exception for girl groups. he may not mention it at first but it’s hard to miss the kick he gets out of singing and dancing along to a girl group song. friends of his know that he is the biggest vanity (fanclub name for LIPSTICK; he’s their biggest fan and if “like a cat” comes on within a two mile radius of him it’d be wise to make some space since he’ll be shamelessly dancing to the choreography). the young dancer had been at the dance studio for quite some time now; he had been there since before lunchtime but that was hours ago and he wanted to take the rest of the day to himself. maybe stop by at a cafe to pick up some tea to take back to the dorm. bowing to the dance instructor that was there and thanking them for their time, he grabbed the beige supreme brand hoodie he had been wearing earlier (it had been peeled off his body like an onion layer because of the heat inside the room) and exited into the hallway. walking towards the door that lead to the few flights of stairs that would take him to the entrance of the building, he stopped as he heard music coming from another one of the rooms. the door wasn’t closed all the way and he could make out the start of WISH’s “signal” ━ the group’s newest chart-topping title track, and kyuseung wondered who was there. probably a member of the said group, but it could really be any of the artists that called bc entertainment their home. the boy took a peek inside only to see jihoon and he grinned from ear to ear as he hopped his way further into the studio. a small laugh escaped his lips as he brought his hands up to his head and made antennas out of his fingers, following the choreography in the chorus until he got to the other boy’s side. “JIHOON-AH, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE HERE,” he said, still smiling, still laughing, and noticed the cell phone that was recording a ways infront of them. looking back at jihoon, kyuseung watched as he sang along and continued to dance with him, both boys copying the choreography as if they were the tenth and eleventh members of WISH respectively.