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[ikkyungjae]

mAn i’m so sad to see this place go why why why but you’re all definitely free to follow me on aim ( @smthpoetic ) or on twitter ( @iglooyeon ) or at my personal / rping blog ( @kristinforgfx ) or at survivekrp which i recently opened !! thank you all for such a wonderful wonderful time here and i love you all so so much ♡

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          ☆ﾟ. * · 。ﾟ @ikxminjae / seeing the other really shouldn’t have been as awkward as it was. kyungjae, in all honestly, should’ve been able to hold conversation, handle small talk, or, at least, say hello. but instead, he found himself frozen, jaw tightened and hands balled into fists as the trainees stood by whilst the members of 360°Z entered the practice room. it was their monthly ( bimonthly? trimonthly? kyungjae wasn’t sure anymore. all he knew was that it happened a lot more than he wanted them to. ) sit-down with one of the senior artists in the company about the pros and cons of the life of a debuted idol. the others bowed generously, openly welcoming the group with warm greetings. kyungjae, on the other hand, found himself to be silent, staring past the members of the group to daydream about what could’ve been. about what it’d be like if he was in their shoes instead. ( about what it’d be like to not be a loser. ) 

[ikkyungjae]

                          baek kyungjae + boyfriend aesthetic.

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          ☆ﾟ. * · 。ﾟ @ikjoonho / joon was, undoubtedly, kyungjae’s best friend. ( he used to argue that minho was, but ever since the other denied his request to be roommates and decided he was ‘ too ‘ cool ‘ for kyungjae, he let the argument die down on his own. besides, minho was too pretty to be kyungjae’s best friend. he wasn’t worthy. ) the two weren’t exactly peas in a pod, but they were definitely birds of a feather, which is why he wasn’t all that unaccustomed to or annoyed about particular lady friends ‘ visiting ‘ every now and then. ( he’d be a goddamn hypocrite if he was. ) but this particular night---a night spent practicing for hours on end until the wee hours of the morning---he just wasn’t having it ... or, at least, not when he’d rather sleep soundly in his bed without having to worry about the hushed hustle and bustle that would occur in the bunk next to me when it came time for the female’s great escape.

      after he ensured that nothing was going on behind the door, he waltzed in unannounced, shrugged his duffle bag onto the end of his own bed before he bent down to scoop up ( what he assumed to be ) the girl’s clothes and practically pushed them into her hands. ( oh? did he forget to mention he just so conveniently woke them up while he was at it? ) “you have five minutes to get dressed,” he almost snarled out, his voice hoarse from fatigue. “we’ll be waiting outside--” to which his hurriedly grabbed joon’s arm, not even giving the other a second to respond before they were in the hall with the door shut behind them. kyungjae sighed, rubbed at his eyes. “--- she’s hot.”

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          ☆ﾟ. * · 。ﾟ @ikminho / “yes, mom---” he sighed into the cellphone, turning over onto his other side as he lounged on the flimsy couch that sat flat in the center of the cramped dorm. his whole body ( barely ) fit on the lackluster piece of furniture, with his knee’s ability to bend and fold being the only reason why he hadn’t fallen off the cushions and onto his ass. “yes, i’ve been eating. no, i haven’t met any girls. no, i don’t know how kyuri is doing---why don’t you just call her yourself, mom? she’s a trainee, not a prisoner.” though a slight bit of annoyance laced his tone, the major underlay of his voice held the constant adoration and appreciation he had for his mother. ( but, truth be told, he did wish these daily calls would let up once in a while, especially since the woman practically lived down the block from the galaxy building. ) “yes, i’ve been good---what do you mean you don’t believe me? c’mon, mom---have a little faith---” to which his sentence was cut short by the sound of the keys turning in a lock and of the front door creaking open. his eyes glanced up, taking note of the familiar male strolling in before a figurative lightbulb went off above his head. “hey mom! why don’t you talk to minho?---you love minho, remember?---” cue the taller male basically shoving his cellphone in his fellow trainee’s face, not forgetting the pleading gestures and the several mouthings of the word ‘ please ‘ over and over again.

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          ☆ﾟ. * · 。ﾟ @ikzoey / kyungjae had always prided himself in being a competitive little piece of shit, so when his fellow workout partner challenged him to what should have been a friendly competition of who could do the most pull-ups by the end of the day, it was obvious that there was no way kyungjae could say no. cue the next couple of hours of grueling hell as the two went back and forth in debate and rematch after rematch to determine the winner. ( and, at this point, he was starting to think this war would continue to wage with no end. ) “oh, come on---just admit it. i won.” ( he’s not exactly sure how or why or when he started to become so casual with the other---especially since she was both older and more experienced in the industry she had, in fact, debuted and all---but he likes to blame it on the fact that exercise is a great bonding mechanism. or, at least, he thinks it is. )

[ikkyungjae]

                                                      the celebrity.

[ikkyungjae]

welcome welcome welcome to all the new muses and muns to idol !! i want to apologize for being so inactive lately, but i promise that’ll change very soon !! that being said, please like this post if you want to plot and reply to this post for a short starter !!

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          ☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ @ikseohyung / kyungjae’s never been the biggest fan of sweets---blame it on the fact that his mother drilled into his mind that the slightest taste of candy would render his mouth full of cavities or the fact that he simply didn’t like sweet flavors---so when an assorted bag of caramels and jelly beans and the like were thrusted into his hands upon entering the galaxy building ... well, it’s safe to say he had no fucking clue as to what to do with them. shrugging his practice bag off as he waltzed into the designated dance studio today, he gave the clear plastic bag another once-over before his eyes scanned the room for its new owner. “seo !!” he called, just barely taking a step or two toward the other trainee. “you like candy, right ??”

[ikkyungjae]

                                        baek kyungjae + green.

[ikkyungjae]

     ONCE IN A blue moon, the typical south korean citizen would find themselves blessed enough to cross paths with the elite and famous of the korean entertainment industry, and today, of all days, just so happened to be kyungjae’s lucky day. after pulling his usual all-nighter at the studio, he found himself aching for a fix of caffeine to give him enough steam to keep him going for the rest of the day. walking into the coffee shop that morning, he was expecting a mediocre cup of black coffee waiting at the cashier for him, not the nation’s own little sister herself standing in front of the cash register. ( it was his lucky day, remember? ) “sorry, i couldn’t help but notice---” he started as he cautiously approached her, keeping his voice low in case she wanted to remain hidden from the public eye. “but aren’t you the kwon eva?” // @ikxeva

[ikkyungjae]

     IT WAS SUPPOSED to be their day off. with the new year just barely rolling in, the company did the trainees a solid and let them have a week to themselves before their schedules reverted back to the original swing of things: intense, stressful, and completely and utterly exhausting. --- however, knowing kyungjae, he didn’t exactly believe in the concept of ‘ breaks ‘ ... or, at least, not when it came to whether or not he debuted being on the line. so there he was in the break of daylight, clad in a hoodie and sweats, jogging in place on the track as he halted his speed to wait for his ( begrudging ) partner for the day. “haneul !! hurry the fuck up, man !! we only just ran a mile---y’can’t slow down now !!“ // @ikxhaneul

[ikkyungjae]

ikkyungjae:

          it’s your fave ,,, back at it again !! hello hello everyone my name is kristin and i’m so so so happy that idol is back because my lil kyungjae can finally live out his dream of debuting as a fancy idol ooo but yeah !! if any of you want to plot, then please like this message and i’ll hit up your dm’s !! under the cut, you can find a little bit about kyungjae:

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     so now that time has past and i am now incredibly sober, let me make a proper introduction !! kyungjae has been my precious baby since idolkrp 1.0, and i’m so glad the group is back so i can have the chance to make him come alive again. that being said, if we plotted before the revamp, then those plots were most likely dropped ( unless you want to keep them, then message me ) !! so ... without further ado, ( again ) please like this post if you want to plot AND reply with a word for a short starter based off of it !! under the cut, you can actually find real facts about kyungjae now:

kj comes from a very very very wealthy family like #seoulite status right here

he also has a twin sister named kyuri who will be joining this group some time soon :~)

and !! an older brother who’s currently in line to inherit the position of ceo of his father’s company

ANYWAYS because kj’s brother is willing to do the typical rich kid thing blah blah blah kj and his sister were basically free to do whatever they wanted in their lives ( as long as they didn’t ruin the family name ) because their parents were #rad af like that

so no #angsty backstory here ... kj basically took up a lot of things like fencing, horseback riding, etc etc all those fancy things that only rich people are able to do

the only thing that really stuck, however, was dancing !! specifically ballet at the time which he was very very very into and dedicated to 

he actually was going to audition for a prestigious dance academy to further his studies in ballet, but his father saw that there were auditions for galaxy entertainment on the SAME DAY and suggested “hey, why not try this ??”

a lot of deliberating and back and forth later ... and kj decided to audition for galaxy because why the hell not !! he always knew he was a good ballet dancer, but maybe getting into this company meant he was a good dancer in general

fast forward to now ... he’s been at the company for 4 years and is still going on strong !!

personality-wise, though, he’s kind of an asshole lmfao

like !! he’ll fake it and make it seem like he’s the perfect prince charming to take home to mom around those who deserve respect, but around other trainees, he’s a lil shit and a fuccboi to the max !!

that’s about it ... please plot with me xoxo gossip girl

[ikkyungjae]

          it’s your fave ,,, back at it again !! hello hello everyone my name is kristin and i’m so so so happy that idol is back because my lil kyungjae can finally live out his dream of debuting as a fancy idol ooo but yeah !! if any of you want to plot, then please like this message and i’ll hit up your dm’s !! under the cut, you can find a little bit about kyungjae:

i’m drunk and typing is hard

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[ikkyungjae]

ikjaeyoung:

every moment on set is an in-your-face reminder of just why she’s decided to not deal with dramas. a few episodes just for the sake of maintaining her relevancy is by no means as bad as a full on commitment would be, but now that she’s tasted the serious realism of real movie-making there’s no shaking the sense of futility that comes with this level of production. but jaeyoung spending most of her time in her dressing room is not exactly anything new; she’s always on her phone, replying to e-mails, doing something. they don’t bother her, and she shows up for her scenes. it’s not ideal, but it works.

so when the door opens and someone enters, she assumes it to be a staff member that didn’t get the memo that she’s not available, and won’t be anytime soon; she initially assumes that they’ll address her, eventually, and makes a decision to not face the intruder until they state their intentions aloud.

but lo and behold; a familiar voice breaks the silence, and a hand down her back has her inhale sharply in surprise. she turns to face kyungjae (of course it’s kyungjae) just in time for the grand reveal. for once, she’s not as quick with her words. 

“un. real.” she mumbles, looking him up and down, examining this very anticlimactic get-up of his with a coy smile. it’s always nice to see some sophistication in his approach, even if she knows from experience that his cause is nowhere near noble. “you could’ve just told me. but i’m not busy right now, no— thank you for asking.”

suppose it wouldn’t really have changed anything though— if anything, she might have told him not to come bother her at work instead. but here he is, here they are. entitlement never fails to create tension. then again, it’s very in line with his general way of conducting himself to make things difficult for her. he’s consistent, she’ll give him that. 

jaeyoung tilts her head to the side, leaning back against the table behind her, just sort of looking up at him with an undecided half-smile on her face. 

“you didn’t really come here just to say hi, did you?”

     “HELLO TO YOU, too,” was what he mumbled out as his shrugged off his jacket ( because wow, it was getting hot in there ... or was that just him? ) eyes roamed around the trailer, settling on the few objects that were scattered here and there: clothes sprawled amongst the sparse chairs and couches in the area, make-up aligned with the mirror of the vanity, scripts and other packets of paper stacked atop the coffee table ... so this was what it was like to be an actor, huh?

     “you sure are livin’ the life now, huh jae?” he mused aloud, hand just barely ghosting away from the small of her back as he backed up a step or two. his feet led him to wander around the room, fingers poking and prodding at random materials here and there he found with the slightest intrigue. “a whole trailer all to yourself? --- didn’t know how out-of-my-league you were.” the statement only arrived with a smirk, however, as he waltzed in his return back to her presence, hands unconsciously reaching out to brush against her sides before slightly gripping her hips as he tugged her ever so closer.

     “since when have i ever wanted to just say hi?” he echoed, eyes now hooding over with the lust he first embarked with as he gazed down at her. his right hand moved from the length of her body to lightly brush a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lazily remaining thereafter before softly cupping her chin to tilt her own head up to look at him.

     “unless you just want me to say hi, then i can always just go. of course. you are working right now, if i remember correctly.” a grin only pulled at the corner of his lips as he said that, however, as he knew full-and-well that there existed no chance that jaeyoung would turn him away when he arrived at such a prime and opportune time. ( sure, baek kyungjae knew how to push jaeyoung’s buttons, but he pushed certain buttons that also happened to turn her on. )

     “your door has a lock on it, right?”

&. (lust) and other foreign words ❜ | pjy + bkj

[ikkyungjae]

iksehyeon:

          news of the fight had spread to all of the companies the second it broke out && left a shattered mirror in the dance studio. && when the trainees were publicly HUMILIATED and kyungjae plus joon put on probation, sehyeon heard about that, too. personally, she thought they were both extremely in the wrong && deserved the punishment thrown at them. the rest of the trainees, on the other hand, had done nothing. they didn’t DESERVE to be humiliated the way they were.

          the night was spent just like any other. rustling around in the empty refrigerator, wondering when her roommates will be coming home, && thinking about him. we all know who we’re talking about here, even if sehyeon would absolutely deny it if asked. that whole ordeal is old news && stuff that she doesn’t want to get back to, at least not anytime SOON. that chapter of her life was over && gone && the dancer has been doing what she can to move on — bettering her dance skills, focusing on her participation in extra, hanging out with friends. there’s way more to life than baek kyungjae, she would tell herself. every night before she fell asleep to the thought of him.

          when she heard a knock at the door, the dancer assumed it was probably her roommate who forgot her key && was coming home, so sehyeon shuffled on over quickly to get the door open. who she as met with on the other side made her FREEZE, a look of confusion mixed with some type of relief settling on her subtle features. 

          the fact that most of sehyeon’s thoughts are occupied by him doesn’t matter at all, because in the end, she will never not feel SOMETHING whenever she sees baek kyungjae. he was her first love — how the HELL do you forget your first love ??

          you don’t.

         ❛ you look like hell. ❜

    HE SHOULD HAVE expected that response. --- hell, he was surprised she even took the slightest of seconds to acknowledge him---let alone give him the time of day---when she could have might as well slammed the door right in his face without even a glance back goodbye ... but it wasn’t like she told him that she hated him. or that he should get lost. or that she never wanted to see him again for as long as she was alive. --- no; she just insulted him, and that in itself was enough to send a wave of relief to slither down his spine. ( he should of considered himself lucky---special, even---but right now, he was just plain grateful. )

    his eyes remained glued on hers, outlining the specks of brown mixing between light and dark in her irises. ( he particularly wanted to make note of whenever she’d glance away to break eye contact with him, whether from awkwardness or from another rational reason. ) --- she was as beautiful as he remembered. --- it was only until a few minutes of the two standing in complete silence, him not noticing his body unconsciously shivering from the prolonged exposure to the cold elements outside, that he finally took the initiative to clear his throat and attempt conversation.

    “can i come in?”

    was all he croaked out, voice too hoarse from his lack of speaking for the majority of the day. ( getting punched in the gut really takes the want for talking out of you; i know, shocking right? ) he shifted his weight from one foot from the other. his hands moved to rub up and down along the length of his arms, hoping the subtle friction would be enough to warm him up in the next couple of seconds.

    “please?”

&. if you come softly ❜ | hsh + bkj