lgcdongha

[lgcdongha]

hearing mostly compliments from minnie surprised dongha, as much as he’s trying to play it cool. he wonders whether he’s being obvious, peering over the merch he remembers drawing and marveling at its quality ( his sisters kind of destroyed the samples he received a while back, using them as toys ). he’s surprised he found his character in the legacy building of all places, most of all.

“oh, was it not finished?” he questions, playing dumb and clueless, despite knowing that it was his fault it got discontinued. dongha got busy, uninspired, wasn’t sure how to end the story. he technically had an ending, but it was so rushed and abrupt it wasn’t a proper one… and then came the discontinued announcement he had to post.

“trust me, i’m an avid reader!” and a writer who once stood amongst the names of webtoon creators. “my ears are open, i’m ready for a session of infodumping.” truth be told, dongha also purely wanted to know what readers thought of his masterpiece so far, and he thinks minnie is someone who can be 100% honest with him. even more so because she doesn’t know it was him who created the webtoon.

“give me the good and the bad… i’m pick with what i read!” he adds on lightheartedly.

secret identity.

dongha never thought he’d come across his hidden past within the walls of the legacy entertainment training facilities of all places. he caught glimpses of it before, but he managed to chalk it up to his active imagination and the unsatisfying ending that he wrote up for his webtoon—but now, that same enamel keychain of his main character is right in front of him, attached to another trainee’s bag. what a coincidence!

there’s no way he’d mistake it for any other character, or any other fandom. dongha remembers arguing with the printer vendor when they messed the test run up, needing to move to another vendor with the event deadline so close—it’s his design, clearly, and @lgcminnie has it strapped to her bag!

“hey!” he approaches, oh-so-casual, nothing out of the ordinary, showing off the little acting points he’s been racking up slowly. “what’s that keychain on your bag?” he asks, sounding curious—to be fair, he is, but probably not for the reason why minnie thinks he is. “is it from a show?” he follows up, feigning ignorance. it’s from his webtoon, after all, technically discontinued and left for dust.

[lgcdongha]

set out on a new path.

dongha’s not sure this is the right choice.

truthfully, he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing in legacy—all he knows is that he wants to be an entertainer, make other people smile like how he could make his sisters smile. that’s the one thing he thinks would make his life feel fulfilling. there’s no direct path to being a comedian here, an idol could make people smile with their songs though, make them feel emotions through lyrics and rhythm—but dongha doesn’t think he has the skills capable for that.

it’s an epiphany, when he watches a new romance show and wonders what it’s like. being an actor, maybe one of the characters. he looks at his sisters, the wide smiles on their faces as they go on a long tangent about the characters that they love, talking about how their hearts were pumping as they watched the acting of the two leads. especially when the romantic tension is high—high enough that they get flustered and yell at the tv.

he wonders if he can be like that too. get people, an audience, to become so invested in whatever they’re watching. make them feel the scene that they’re watching thoroughly, their eyes glued to the screen—bringing characters to life, that sounds like a job he’d like to do. even more so after seeing his sisters’ reactions to the on-screen chemistry they’re witnessing.

dongha thinks about his own webtoon, how happy he would have been if it had gotten licensed for a drama too. how excited he would have been, if the actors and actresses he worked with were this good—if they were as dedicated as he would have been to making the live action experience as good, if not better.

he hums, turning to his sisters with curious eyes. “hey, what if i become an actor?” he questions, head tilted to the side. “do you think i’d fit a male lead role? the love interest guy?”

his sisters scream, throwing pillows at him, before jumping at him with words of support—and all he can do is laugh.

well, it’s not like he wants to be an idol anyway. maybe this is the right path he should take. only time will tell!

[lgcdongha]

dom is a funny guy, not in any traditional or conventional sense. one wouldn’t expect such a straitlaced guy to be able to bring out bouts of laughter from dongha, but that’s the beauty of unexpected friendships. then again, there’s always the saying that opposites attract—he wonders whether this counts, and if their inherent personalities being wildly different is one of the reasons why the two of them could manage the dynamic.

he can hear small whispers around them, probably a bunch of confused food tenants confused, wondering what the hell is going on. to any passerby, it looked like dongha is probably pulling dom into a suspicious deal, perhaps even recruiting the other man into a cult. no one steps up to voice their concerns though, which is fine—dongha is just renewing the terms of their friendship, nothing shady here!

dongha doesn’t forget to add his own order to the mix though, his stomach is actually growling and he wants something sweet too—he’s half-distracted picking between hotteok and bungeoppang that he finds himself caught off guard by dom’s next request.

i want you to meet my parents.

he blinks—because he hadn’t expected dom to say such a statement so seriously, almost sounding like he’s taking dongha to meet his parents because they’re getting married or something. it draws a laugh out of him, whole body reaction really, needing to rest a hand against dom’s shoulder to stabilize himself.

“wow, really? me? color me shocked! i feel so honored!” he says in between laughs, despite feeling genuine that he is honored. that means he really is on dom’s good side, right?

“should i wear something formal to the occasion? like… you know, suits and stuff? you’re gonna have to give me a crash course on golf terms again so i can impress them with my knowledge.” he wipes a tear from the corner of his eyes, shaking his head. dom is such a funny guy. “should i invite you to meet my sisters too?”

yearly contract.

friendships—the most colourful ones—can begin from something completely out of pocket. kickstarted by common interests, or a brave and determined individual popping out from the corner of your eye demanding you be his friend, with little to no explanation. it’s one hell of a first impression, but he thinks that part of @lgcdom’s personality is exactly why their friendship has survived contract extensions ( both literally, seeing the setting they’ve met in, and figuratively ).

“my good friend,” dongha nudges dom’s elbow with a bright and toothy grin on his face, holding a brown paper folder close to his chest. he coughs, his voice dropping lower as an attempt to sound a lot more professional than he needs to be. “your performance last year had been outstanding! i wasn’t confident that project golf-dongha-up would work out like it had, but you’ve proven me wrong. swinging a stick was not as boring as management—i—thought it would be.”

slowly, he opens up the folder and takes out a piece of paper, adorned with a logo of dongha’s own design. the words ‘friendship contract extension’ is printed with bolder and capital letters on the top of the page, followed by both their names in succession and a few paragraphs detailing ‘terms and conditions’, similar to what dom had read last year. he hands the letter over to dom, pointing to a space on the bottom right corner. “please sign here to finalize the extension,” he says.

“afterwards, we can finally get some street food to celebrate!” he announces, unable to stop his excitement from escaping what’s supposed to be his attempt at a professional demeanor.

[lgcdongha]

“you’re perfectly right!” dongha nods, agreeing without much of a fight. it’s true—there isn’t much one can do on an empty stomach, especially if they’re put on a spot with no warning whatsoever. then again, they’re not exactly in a crazy situation—but there’s some pressure on their shoulders with the sudden requirement to perform! not everyone can just think of things from the fly like that! it’s fun though, not knowing what to expect, but that mindset isn’t the same for others.

at rua’s offer for a distraction though, dongha laughs, winking at her—his newly acquired potential partner in crime. “bet! maybe not now, i feel like i’m being watched by too many eyes even though i haven’t done anything… probably the post-performance paranoia? next time though, definitely. i’ll take you up on that offer immediately! or… hey, were you just offering that so you could get out of performing?” dongha raises his eyebrow, half-questioning half-suspicious. it’s all lighthearted though.

“there is a lot of choices—i’m glad i had another brain with me to choose a song instead of working through the selections all on my own!” it helps that he performed with a partner, that won’t currently help rua’s stance right now however. “have you filtered your top three choices, at least? top five? maybe if you have, you can just spin the wheel and let fate decide!”

he takes out his phone, clicking on the screen until he reached the usual website he uses for a spin-the-wheel choices generator. “we can use this!”

dongha didn't exactly read the room when he approached the other trainee, empty plate in hand as he surveys the options before him. he does feel kind of bad for startling her though, it doesn't look like she was prepared to be talked to with no warning. "check out the food first? that's smart! then you'd know exactly what you'll take once you're done with the... challenge." is that what it's called? a karaoke challenge? either way, dongha is glad he has it down the bag, and now he's free to fill up his tummy for the rest of the event!

"thanks for the recommendations!" dongha smiles, taking her suggestions into account and placing the items into his plate. "if i could, i'd take everything back to the dorms with me, honestly!" he says, acting sneaky with his plates, playing around a bit as if he's going to hide his plate in his jacket. as if, all that'll do is spill all over his clothes, he would've been caught within seconds!

"have you decided on what to sing, or were you hiding from being called upon?" he questions, raising his eyebrow deviously—it's harmless, but he has a feeling the food isn't the only reason this trainee is hanging around in this specific area. "are you nervous?" he continues to ask.

[lgcdongha]

“teach me to dance?” dongha blinks—that’s kind of new, for iseul to trust dongha enough to not mess up in front of everyone else. dongha isn’t exactly known for his dance moves, one of the great mysteries as to why he’s even still in the idol trainee path. he doesn’t mind though, since this is all just for fun and there’s no obligation to be good. who knows, maybe being funny makes for better entertainment?

“bet! show me your moves!” dongha insists, taking a few steps forward so he can watch iseul demonstrate. he doesn’t just observe though, he claps a few times eagerly as if he’s setting the mood—and also to hype iseul up himself.

“why don’t you just take the reins and i’ll be the still tree behind you?” he suggests, winking at the other, followed by a laugh. “i might just fall into a pile of limbs if i tried to mimic that… even though it’s simple. i trust in my inability to keep my balance!” truth be told, he’s just trying to get out of moving too much—if iseul insists then he wouldn’t mind doing it, but… he’s still trying to get the easy way out.

iseul’s suggestion only hypes him up even more—that does sound like a fun suggestion! “sure!” he agrees, nodding enthusiastically. “we can be loud and make the walls shake!” okay, maybe they shouldn’t go that far, but keeping the tension high is the core essence of noraebang, in dongha’s humble ( and correct ) opinion.

“let me listen to the song again really quickly,” dongha says, pulling out his phone and playing the song on speaker, not too loud that it would disturb whoever was up. he lifts his phone close to his ear, playing the song and humming along, mumbling the lyrics under his breath.

“alright, i think i got it. the dance itself though? not so much,” he laughs. “but there’s no harm in winging it! hey, hyung, what’s the point move of this choreo?” he asks, thinking that iseul would know better than dongha anyway. “should we go in there with minimal practice?”

[lgcdongha]

secret identity.

dongha never thought he’d come across his hidden past within the walls of the legacy entertainment training facilities of all places. he caught glimpses of it before, but he managed to chalk it up to his active imagination and the unsatisfying ending that he wrote up for his webtoon—but now, that same enamel keychain of his main character is right in front of him, attached to another trainee’s bag. what a coincidence!

there’s no way he’d mistake it for any other character, or any other fandom. dongha remembers arguing with the printer vendor when they messed the test run up, needing to move to another vendor with the event deadline so close—it’s his design, clearly, and @lgcminnie has it strapped to her bag!

“hey!” he approaches, oh-so-casual, nothing out of the ordinary, showing off the little acting points he’s been racking up slowly. “what’s that keychain on your bag?” he asks, sounding curious—to be fair, he is, but probably not for the reason why minnie thinks he is. “is it from a show?” he follows up, feigning ignorance. it’s from his webtoon, after all, technically discontinued and left for dust.

[lgcdongha]

trinkets.

time is of the essence. dongha has the dates of his sisters’ birthdays memorized in his head. and even when he’s distracted, he makes sure to set a yearly reminder whenever it approaches and on d-day itself. training has been taking a huge chunk of his free time lately, and while he still has enough time to catch up if he wants to prepare from now, he still doesn’t know what to give his sister, yunha.

the obvious solution is to make something from scratch, yunha would love a crocheted gift—but what? it’s why he’s enlisting a friend like @yujinlgc for help!

“it’s not that i have no ideas on what to give her,” dongha starts, wiggling his finger as if to dismiss that idea immediately. “it’s just that i don’t want to give her repeat gifts. last year i gave her a scarf—which she loved by the way!—but now i have no clue what to give her.”

he hums, looking through a few patterns online, head pressed against the desk in front of them. “would i be copyright claimed if i make a sanrio amigurumi?”

[lgcdongha]

eyes in the walls.

dongha doesn’t have an absolute stance when it comes to the supernatural. the rise and popularity in vampires and werewolves have made it a little harder for him to take them seriously, but when it comes to spirits and ghouls—well, he’s a lot more receptive to the idea. while dongha can’t see them himself—and he doesn���t know whether he wants to in the first place—dongha is curious about them regardless. which is why he finds @lgcmaylin interesting, wonders whether she can spot things that would often fly over dongha’s head.

“tell me honestly,” he says, spinning around to look at her with his eyebrows furrowed. game face on. “are there any spirits with us right now?” he questions, completely serious. maylin might think that all he’s doing is making fun of her—but he does genuinely want to know! “is there one standing behind me? can you see? wait, is it an angry one?”

hopefully not. dongha doesn’t know the first thing about appeasing a spirit. offer it his handmade trinkets?

[lgcdongha]

see the stars.

dorm life isn’t all too bad. luckily, dongha has no conflicts with his dormmates and everything is relatively peaceful, but that doesn’t mean dongha doesn’t appreciate some days out of the building. it’s been increasingly difficult to find some time to hang out with @lgcmilan, sometimes dongha would playfully complain about it, but he would never seriously demand milan’s time and energy considering how busy she is. when an opportunity arises though, he’s quick to seize it!

“look, noona…” he brings forth his sleepover bag with a smile on his face, unzipping it to let the other peek into its contents. “i come dutifully prepared! look at the amount of snacks i brought,” he takes out the three packs of snacks, revealing some unfinished scrapbooks and crocheted pieces underneath. “oh! i was working on a few clothes for dolls… so, are your mascots up for grabs yet?”

they should probably settle in one at a time first though. “so, what should we do first? climb to the roof and build a camp under the stars?” that doesn’t sound very possible, especially this last minute, but it’s still a fun idea to throw in for the potential future. “maybe not if we don’t want to be attacked by mosquitoes.”

[lgcdongha]

dongha didn't exactly read the room when he approached the other trainee, empty plate in hand as he surveys the options before him. he does feel kind of bad for startling her though, it doesn't look like she was prepared to be talked to with no warning. "check out the food first? that's smart! then you'd know exactly what you'll take once you're done with the... challenge." is that what it's called? a karaoke challenge? either way, dongha is glad he has it down the bag, and now he's free to fill up his tummy for the rest of the event!

"thanks for the recommendations!" dongha smiles, taking her suggestions into account and placing the items into his plate. "if i could, i'd take everything back to the dorms with me, honestly!" he says, acting sneaky with his plates, playing around a bit as if he's going to hide his plate in his jacket. as if, all that'll do is spill all over his clothes, he would've been caught within seconds!

"have you decided on what to sing, or were you hiding from being called upon?" he questions, raising his eyebrow deviously—it's harmless, but he has a feeling the food isn't the only reason this trainee is hanging around in this specific area. "are you nervous?" he continues to ask.

of course, rua was familiar with the love month traditions at legacy; she had been forced to partake in many of the events and activities that have happened as a result of it after all so she had no doubt that there would be another event or something of that sort happening this year as well. however, she had been considering skipping it if it didn't appeal to her because, well, she just wouldn't have wanted to participate if so. but the other part of her knew that she shouldn't miss out on anything, not to mention her mom's voice in her head would scold her for not showing up to some kind of social event because "you never know who you might meet, blah, blah, blah!"

that's why rua finds herself inside the large conference room reserved for the trainees that night, and is currently standing--read: definitely not hiding--next to the food table, a cup in her hands filled with some drink she's been nursing since she stationed herself here, hoping no one would notice she hasn't sang yet. it's not like she had stage fright or was embarrassed to (if she did, why would she spend so many years as a trainee who would do exactly that if she got to debut?) but she was just waiting for the right time! or something.

"huh?" rua snaps out of her thoughts by the presence of someone else seemingly speaking to her, taking a few moments to process the situation before smiling. "oh, uh, i haven't decided what to sing yet but i thought i'd check out the food first and see what they had." which is actually the truth so she's not lying, although she's a little jealous that dongha has already finished singing; she should really get it over with soon so she can relax in peace for the rest of the night. "honestly, i think the gimbap is pretty good," she answers with a laugh, pointing out the dish, deciding to focus her attention on the conversation at hand first. "it's so simple but you can't go wrong with it when it's good. i like the chocolate dipped strawberries too!"

[lgcdongha]

iseul’s suggestion only hypes him up even more—that does sound like a fun suggestion! “sure!” he agrees, nodding enthusiastically. “we can be loud and make the walls shake!” okay, maybe they shouldn’t go that far, but keeping the tension high is the core essence of noraebang, in dongha’s humble ( and correct ) opinion.

“let me listen to the song again really quickly,” dongha says, pulling out his phone and playing the song on speaker, not too loud that it would disturb whoever was up. he lifts his phone close to his ear, playing the song and humming along, mumbling the lyrics under his breath.

“alright, i think i got it. the dance itself though? not so much,” he laughs. “but there’s no harm in winging it! hey, hyung, what’s the point move of this choreo?” he asks, thinking that iseul would know better than dongha anyway. “should we go in there with minimal practice?”

karaoke is not something that iseul would ever shy away from, considering that he 1. loves attention and 2. also likes to sing. he goes to coin noraebang pretty regularly after practice, whether it be him wanting to let off some steam or if he just wants to do something other than practice his vocals properly. it's a place he can let loose and do whatever he wants, whether it sounds good or not it doesn't really matter.

but, in this case, he's already pretty excited about the party that when the karaoke part is revealed, he's entirely hype.

following after dongha as he's dragged forward, iseul's expression is bright as he takes in the challenge. "we should do something upbeat! something we can dance to? bang bang bang?"

[lgcdongha]

foodie.

now that he has sung his heart out—at least enough that his throat feels dry and scratchy—dongha thinks it’s finally time he indulges on all the food that’s being served for them. dongha held out his end of the deal after all, isn’t it time for him to finally relax and do what he thought he was meant to do when it was announced this event was happening? yes, dongha answers himself, taking a plate and browsing the options he has right in front of him.

he’s standing next to @lgcrua, and truthfully he doesn’t remember whether rua has done her round of karaoke or not yet. “are you also done? going to enjoy the meal now?” he questions, a grin on his face as he lifts up his still empty plate. “me too! do you have any recommendations?” he asks, falling into conversation easily, even though he’s not sure whether rua is simply surveying the food for later or if she can actually start eating now.

[lgcdongha]

karaoke.

at the promise of free food and drinks, dongha knew that it already sounded too good to be true. either way though, should there be a surprise waiting in store at the conference room, he’s more than confident that he’s capable of handling it! at nothing seems amiss at first, dongha scanning through the array of food being displayed across the table, wondering whether it’s fine to grab a serving yet or not. he decides no, telling himself to wait for someone else to start—just to be safe!

maybe it was a good thing he decided to wait, the reveal that they must sing one song at the karaoke machine occurring not too long after. he grabs ahold of @iseullgc, an arm around the other boy’s. “hyung, let’s do a duet!” he insists, breaking into a grin. “it’s always more fun to perform together instead of alone, right? do you have a song you want to sing?” he asks, wasting no time—who knows when they’ll be appointed the next performers! better decide quick!

[lgcdongha]

SIDE EVENT PLOT CALL !

helloooo everyone! it’s been a while since i posted a plot call 😵‍💫 but i wanted to use this opportunity to get more threads for minki and @lgcdongha related to the new side event that just dropped!

MINKI needs… another member of MZSD to thread with about the photoshoot (he will be struggling to believe he can be… cute)!

DONGHA needs… another trainee to thread with about the event happening in the conference room (he is vibing as always)!

please like this post or reply if you’re interested in any of these and i’ll come to you 🙏

[lgcdongha]

“even if you’ve had worse, i’m still concerned!” dongha insists, scanning through the surface of wenjun’s figure to make sure that absolutely nothing is amiss. once he’s certain that there’s no broken bones—at least to his knowledge, for now, dongha nods to himself. “okay, i believe you, hyung. but if i see you stumble again i’m dragging you straight to the hospital!” he announces, stating it as if there’s no room for arguments from wenjun’s side.

dongha rolls his eyes when wenjun teases him, but he doesn’t stop holding wenjun’s hand. he’s not a monster! besides, he did start the joke, assuming wenjun would’ve taken the bait. instead, he squeezes wenjun’s hand as if he’s pretending to crush it under his own. just to be annoying in return.

“really? donghee? that’s the best you can come up with?” he shoves wenjun a little, not enough that it’ll make wenjun lose balance though, still holding onto the older boy. “give me something… cooler, like a stage name. or a superhero name! but make it realistic still, something that still fits my face. don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how i look either!” he whines, a junior pandering to his senior, nothing new. especially with dongha’s eccentrics.

he hums, squinting at the other boy. “no way, i’m too embarrassed! my sunbae, watching me practice…? i’d trip and fall, because i’m too nervous!” he’s just being dramatic, but he does feel a little shy to show wenjun whatever he was working on. “i was just doing some silly dances while workshopping some… freestyle stuff. nothing too grande. was trying to get my game face on!”

"i'm fine dongha," wenjun quickly replies, waving a hand in front of the boy's face. "i've had worse injuries – really. i walked into a mirror once, that was kind of embarrassing. this is nothing." though he becomes more aware of the fact that he'll probably need to work on remembering his glasses at times like these. he can't keep bumping into things, especially with his debut coming up, and being so close.

he manages to stand up thanks to the hold dongha has on his hand, and he decides to laugh it off. wenjun is gonna be a sunbae, he can't look like a complete fool. even if he is one – sort of – at times.

instead, he circles back to what dongha says, and playfully he nudges the boy with his elbow. "oh yeah, i did forget about you. what was your name again? dong... hee?" he jokes. it's clear that wenjun hasn't forgotten about dongha though. despite his apparent bad memory when it came to things like his glasses, he remembers dongha quite well. they were after all, friends.

"what were you doing here? practicing?" he asks, looking around the practice room. "is it a new dance or performance? i feel like i've been so far separated from the rest of you," he sighs. "hm, can i watch? i promise i won't be a distraction!"

[lgcdongha]

invited into seojin’s studio, dongha tries to behave better than usual. no chatting seojin’s ear off, at least not when he sees seojin working on something significant—then again, he assumes that everything is right off the bat, just in case. he keeps quiet, to the best of his abilities. he does get restless simply sitting about though, standing up and walking around to explore the space as much as he can. hovering over seojin with his lips sealed, so the other man isn’t disturbed.

when seojin calls out to him and speaking to him, dongha is stood up, his gaze fixated on the wall before him, trying to figure out if there’s a slight dent on a certain spot. he looks rather concentrated as well, comedically so, eyebrows furrowed slightly as he attempts to solve the trivial mystery that won’t make any sort of impact on the world.

“i know, i’m so lucky! you’ve been so busy… if you left me hanging for too long i would’ve worn a disguise and barged into a versus schedule just to catch your attention!” he declares dramatically, as he often does, easily falling back into banter with the older boy. “i’ll dress up as one of your dogs,” he announces, as if he’s committed to the bit. truth be told, if push comes to shove, he is.

seojin’s question makes him hum, pondering on his answer. “kind of? why, do you miss your trainee life?” definitely not, seeing as seojin called it boring. “i don’t know what to do with my life, i still don’t know what i want to be!” he has known seojin for a while, so speaking candidly like this isn’t too difficult of a task for him—even though he’s still playing it off as a joke. “what do you think, hyung? now that you’re on the other side, do you think i have what it takes to be an idol?”

dongha attempts a pose, nothing too rigid—more like those silly tiktok challenges that try to emulate zara models and their unique but artistic poses ( that often comes out aesthetically pleasing, somehow ). dongha’s definitely leaning closer towards the sillier side though, lips puckered.

LIFE IS COOL ✱ @lgcdongha

It has been quite some time by now that Seojin became more comfortable with the concept of having a studio of his own. ( Instead of hogging time in the one of his other group members who had access before him. ) Nowadays, he spent as much time holed up inside it as he did in the practice room and, eventually, more than his own dorm. It certainly was of no help that he insisted on there being a comfortable couch against the wall — large enough to support him for all his dozing needs when the time called for it. Oh, and a mini fridge.

Sooner or later, the overtly social being that Seojin happened to be, extended the occasional invitation to some of his friends to lounge with him in the studio while he worked on some project or recorded something completely random and irrelevant. Having his alone time was rather sacred, but there was something to having company to look to when the atmosphere became a bit too quiet without the music filling the room.

"You're really lucky I decided to let you in here, y'know," the heel of his foot digs into the plush carpeting underneath him, serving as an anchor for his idly spinning back and forth on the desk chair that was far too comfortable. The tone his voice takes is a teasing sort — the kind he uses on his actual younger brother that he trainee shouldn't be unfamiliar with by now.

Dongha wasn't exactly too different from himself, anyway, he knew he would be able to take a little bit of banter, out of anyone.

Seojin stretches his arms above his head and exhales a rather loud yawn. "Shit—" he rubs at his eyes and turns toward his computer for a moment, rotating back to Dongha as if he had a second thought. Admittedly, he did not quite remember what he was going to say the first time. "So, how's all the training stuff going? Is it still pretty boring?"

[lgcdongha]

dongha isn’t sure what he’s doing so late in the legacy building. he’d like to think he’s the hardworking type, he does have a sort of complex related to his face. because he lacks something so essential visually, he tends to work harder on other aspects, particularly his skills. then again, he’s not entirely certain which path he’d want to go down. especially not at this time. maybe he should just be a variety star—then again, it’s not easy starting off there either.

he does wonder what it’d be like if he was an idol, what type of criticism he might receive when he debuts. dongha forgoes the thoughts, instead pouring out his energy in the practice room for no particular reason. putting in extra effort would surely get him results, even though he doesn’t know where he’d want to allocate those results in the first place. oh well—that’s something for future dongha to worry about!

someone walks into the practice room suddenly, dongha half suspects it’s a ghost and thinks he could make a living off of submitting a verified photo evidence of a ghost—turns out it was just wenjun. not that he’s disappointed. “oh! it feels like it has been so long, i was starting to think you’d forget about me.” he announces, dramatic in his speech, playing with wenjun’s heartstrings playfully. he doesn’t mean it, of course.

“are you okay?” he asks, raising an eyebrow—concerned when wenjun knocks into something. “it’s fine, you can use the practice room. you seem a little… out of it?” he approaches the other boy, holding him up by the arm just in case. it’d be bad if wenjun crashed into something else all of a sudden! “did you hurt yourself?” he wants to make sure that wenjun didn’t just injure himself—he knows wenjun is on his road to debut! he can’t be injured now of all times!

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he stumbles into the practice room with his nose a particularly bright red colour. in truth, wenjun doesn't really expect to see anyone else here at this time of night – mostly because it's late, and because the winter nights in korea are harsh. and while he's thankful for the facilities provided for him as a now confirmed member of mzsd, there were days where he missed these sort of facilities, the ones he'd frequent as a trainee back then.

"so cold, it's so cold," he mumbles to himself, as he enters the practice room. he's foregone wearing his contacts for today, too lazy, and instead had decided on wearing his glasses. only to realize halfway through his journey that he'd left his glasses back at the dorms.

and so, his eyesight is terrible. his astigmatism acting up, and everything looking like fluff. which should be fine, really; until he notices a figure in the practice room and he blinks. "huh?" he tilts his head, taking a step closer. the face seems familiar, but wenjun can't quite make it out. he blinks, rubbing his eyes and it's only when he's a meters away does he realize who it is.

the look of confusion on his face is quickly replaced with one of a smile. "dongha?" he beams, lifting his brows in surprise. it had been a while since he'd been able to see dongha – mzsd's debut taking up a majority of his time. "ah, dongha! what are you doing here?" he asks gently patting his friend's shoulder. "it's so late? shouldn't you be resting?" it's only then does he realize that he's possibly walked in on dongha while he's practicing. "oh, i'm sorry," he quickly adds, putting a hand over his own mouth. "did i disturb you? i can use another practice roo – ouch!" his terrible eyesight makes itself known when his knee bumps into a table by the practice room, and wenjun flinches in pain.