lgcseungjae

[lgcseungjae]

blushing

–– * @lgcjaehyun

it’s tiring. obviously, it is. there’s just so much you can actually do in a day when you spend hours training, and the rest studying. he’s not too sure how he’d ever made time to go on blind dates, though he’s aware why so many of his relationships hadn’t lasted very long.

at the very least, he isn’t like jaehyun. which he thinks is a consolation in itself. look, he loves the guy, and he thinks he’s a good pal to hang out with, but the way he deals with women is something that seungjae’s made a mental note to never copy.

that’s exactly how he finds himself sitting opposite the boy, sandwich in hand as he stares at the bright red mark on his cheek. “so,” he begins, taking a bite, “what happened? slipped and fell on your cheek?” he asks, but there’s a sort of teasing tone in his voice. “or did you sleep and fall into some girl’s right palm? that would’ve been funny,” he laughs.

[lgcseungjae]

message received

–– * @lgcahyeon

the date is going well; which is a surprise for seungjae. things like dates never really quite bode well with someone like him. in most cases, he’d find himself disinterested with the girl he was out with, which for the most part, was more of his fault. he thinks she’s nice, cute and easy to talk to. so far he hasn’t felt the urge to just walk out, and she seems to laugh at whatever he says. he thinks that maybe, he could ask her for a second, even third date. 

though that isn’t to say that he’s completely taken by her. if anything (and in truth), he’s bored. he smiles as she speaks, genuinely enjoying the conversation, when he receives a text message. usually, he’d simply ignore it, but the name “ahyeon 🎀” flashes across his screen.

“give me a moment,” he says, lifting his phone. unlocking it, he begins to read the messages, expression changing the moment he realizes what exactly is going on. 

hurriedly, he presses call, disregarding the girl opposite him and the date he was on. “ahyeon? ahyeon, it’s me. are you there?”

[lgcseungjae]

90s heartthrob hyunjae

[lgcseungjae]

lgcdanbi​:    

the yellow birds

                                   it reminded me of talking,                                    how what is said is never quite what was thought, and                                    what is heard is never quite what was said.                                                                                                           k. powers

@lgcseungjae. she doesn’t remember the last time she’s properly spoken to seungjae, let alone be in the same room as him: just the two of them, seungjae and danbi, together but still so far apart.

(how curious, really, how people change with passing time, with forgotten feelings. he used to be her world, and now he’s just simply in it.)

it’s late at night: the kind of late where the silence is sickening. senses are heightened, latching on to every sound and every movement (the creak of the floorboards, the huff of breaths)—maybe that’s why she’s more emotional than usual. 

seeing him makes her want to cry, so she smiles instead. finishes her stretches, wipes down her sweat—she’s packing up her belongings in silence, mind roaring loud with thoughts debating whether or not she should talk to him (a good-bye’s, at the very least, expected, right?). she’s fidgeting—stalling, that’s a better word for it—with anything: the hem of her shirt, the strands of her hair, the bag strap on her shoulder.

“s-seungjae!” she stammers, worries if she’s addressing him too casually after everything considered (it’s too late now, to back down. besides, he’s always been the one to run away after all, not her). maybe it’s too soon, or rather, not soon enough. this is what closure’s supposed to be like, right?

“it’s dark out, so do you want to, maybe, walk back to the dorms together?” her eyes focus on his reflection in the mirror rather than his frame in front of her, in fear that she’ll remember—that it’ll be all too familiar—and find herself returning to what’s comfortable. does he know? his voice, his smile, that that’s what kept her crawling back for that whole year?

she’s unsure, and she has to stop herself from clutching her chest—from gripping her shirt to soothe her aching heart. ah, she realizes, it hurts after all.

it’s uncomfortable. the air is stifling and seunjae quite honestly just wants to get out. which isn’t new for me, he’s always wanted to leave –– put the heavy tugging in his chest, the way just even glancing at her makes him feel like pure absolute shit, isn’t something that’s exactly welcomed.

there’s something at the back of his mind basically trudging at him to go talk to her. but he doesn’t want to, mostly because of his pride and mostly because he thinks that if he does, he might slip up and tell her that even after all this time, she’s still pretty (god, what he feels like a walking fucking cliche). but she’s the first to speak, and it catches him by surprise. 

“y...yeah?” he wonders if it shows on his face, how he’d expected the both of them to pretend neither existed, though he’s not too sure if he’d ever want for that to be true.

walking her home –– did he even have the right to do that anymore? were they just going to pretend the year they’d spent together never happened? 

“shouldn’t your new boyfriend be walking you home instead?” he says, and the words leave his lips before he can truly catch himself. he’s still an asshole, in fact, hadn’t that been one of the reasons as to why they broke up? god, his mind is a mess. he knows he’s not in any position to feel jealousy, but seungjae’s never been good at figuring himself out. 

but his heart softens and he feels like an absolute shit head for even saying that. “sorry,” he apologizes, looking up at her reflection from the mirror. he grabs his bad and turns to her. despite being an annoying excuse of a human, it wasn’t like seungjae was going to let danbi walk home all alone. he couldn’t do that. for as much as being with her hurt him, wanting her to be safe, to be happy, weighed of more importance on his heart. “i’ll walk you back,” he says, “like old times,” the words slip out of his mouth once more, but he tries his hardest to show no remorse. 

[lgcseungjae]

dodo code

lgcluccas​:  

he doesn’t remember quite exactly how they had come to the idea of playing animal crossing on their live, but now they’re there. they had thirty long minutes to use, and anything he could think of would either take too short of a time or too much.

his island felt more embarrassing than others, but he trusted seungjae’s decision to go on with it. for one, he had named it ‘PENGUIN’ after the most popular island he could think of—club penguin. none of his villagers were actual penguins, and he doesn’t really put much effort into making it look pretty. but he’s happy with it. there are many other things luccas needs to stress out over, and animal crossing isn’t one of them.

“hello!” he says at the same time. with waving hands, the younger lets seungjae start things off with a simple explanation. he presses his lips together when a hand pats his head but doesn’t do much based on it. “yes, today…” he continues. “we’ll be showing you our animal crossing islands!” luccas can’t help but immediately laugh afterward. he raises his switch from the table and turns the screen towards the phone for the viewers to see the loading screen. “ta-da!” it gives a small sneak peek of his island, but nothing too much to worry about. “i can’t believe we’re doing it but we are!”

luccas lowers his switch again and turns to the one beside him. “should we start with yours first or mine?”

seungjae claps his hand softly, his signature square faced smile making it’s way across the screen as he does so. instinctively, he pats lucass’ head –– it’s what he gets for being so cute. “everyone, leave your dodo code if your turnip prices are more than 500 bells. then i’ll visit you,” he jokes (well, half-jokes. if they weren’t on such a tight schedule, he would’ve made his way to sell his turnips ). 

he turns to lucass, and furrows his brows slightly. “do you want to start with mine? i already have my gate open for you,” he says, turning the screen to lucass. it’s also because he’s sort of excited to share how his island looks. seungjae may not look it, but he takes animal crossing rather seriously. he’s got a pinterest board full of ideas and qr codes, and makes his friends send him videos of cool islands from twitter. just like with anything else in life, he takes animal crossing a little too seriously –– yet he acts like he doesn’t care at all.

“ah, don’t be too surprised when you get here,” he says nonchalantly, “i just fixed it up a little,” a lie –– he’s easily spent more than a hundred hours on the game. “let’s read the comments while we visit each other too!” he squints at the screen, “lucass... would you want five seungjaes or one five year old seungjae?” he reads aloud. 

[lgcseungjae]

@LGCENT just posted a photo!

my best friend!

#lgctrainees #lgcent #leeseungjae

[lgcseungjae]

reunion 

lgcjinseo‌:  

Jinseo doesn’t bat an eyelash when Seungjae approaches. He acts like it’s notthing unusual to avoid suspicion. Not many people know what’s really know what’s going on. It’s not unusual for people to ask Jinseo to patch them up. His first-aid skills have somewhat become famous among the clumsier trainees. However, Seungjae isn’t an ordinary clumsy trainee. At the words “family reunion”, Jinseo already has an idea what went down. 

“Follow me.” Their instructor wasn’t there yet, so he figured they had some time before anyone started looking for them. He says nothing as he leads the way to the locker rooms, where his bag is and where they can get more privacy. Once they get there, he simply points to the benches. “Sit.” He looks through his bag for his first-aid kit. “Anything else I need to deal with besides the lip?” He thought he’d ask while they’re here. 

Once he has everything he needs, he takes a seat next to Seungjae. “Your dad’s still not over it?” He sighs as he starts putting medicine on the cotton swab. He thought his parents were too harsh on Jinah, but he supposes some parents were even worse. At least they didn’t beat up his sister… Or at least, Jinah didn’t show any signs of it. He shows the cotton swab to Seungjae. “This is going to sting, okay?” 

it’s not like seungjae to share. truth be told, he’s aware that he’s very guarded, it stems from the fear of letting people in –– letting them too close that he gets hurt. but with jinseo it’s fine, it should be fine. because jinseo patches him up, tends to him when he asks. it’s an odd sort of relationship but seungjae genuinely does appreciate jinseo’s presence, even if he hasn’t explicitly said it.

tw: mentions of abuse

he rolls up his sleeves and shows a bruised arm. it’s not too bad, at least not as bad as it could be, but it’d be nice to have some ointment rubbed on it. “thanks,” he says, smiling at the older boy.

“no,” he forces a laugh, but it’s not loud, just... lethargic. “still wants me to be a prosecutor or work for a big company... or whatever... that isn’t music,” he sighs, his eyes falling onto the floor. he turns to jinseo and attempts a smile. “hey come on, i’m a tough guy, i’m not gonna ––” but the moment he feels the swab against his lip he lets out a sharp yelp and scrunches up his nose. “okay, well. that stung,” he pouts.

[lgcseungjae]

dodo code

@lgcluccas​

seungjae likes luccas. he thinks the younger boy is cute, sort of looks like a rabbit, and elicits an elderly brother type of feeling from him. which is exactly why he was more than happy to pair up with him for thee vlive. 

the both of them had somehow agreed to play animal crossings during it, visiting each other’s islands whilst reading up some comments. they’re only given thirty minutes, and he’d love to use it having fun and interacting with whoever might be watching their lives. he may not look like it, but seungjae’s found himself investing a lot of time into a game. pinterest boards for ideas, secret twitter bookmarks for creator codes. he wants to bring out the best in “SKY LAND” (the name he’d chosen for his island). 

he takes a seat beside luccas, fiddling with the phone as he attempts to start the vlive. “you’re connected to the wifi already right?” he asks, turning to look at the boy, before he fiddles with it once more and presses start. the screen lights up, and they’re both going live.

“hey everyone,” he greets, waving his hand, “it’s me seungjae and the very adorable luccas!” he pats the younger boy’s head affectionately. “today we’ve got something fun planned out!” 

[lgcseungjae]

✧∘ ––– coaching memory. ┊ dated : 2018.                   “ so, i think, i might give up. ” 

( tw: mentions of abuse )

it’s getting harder. pretending like it doesn’t affect him, like he doesn’t care. seungjae may be stubborn but he’s never been a good actor, that much is apparent. 

he’s aware that his father looks at him like a child he should’ve long disowned ( but doesn’t for image purposes ), and that despite the money his mum secretly puts into his pocket every month, she prays that one day he’d decide to turn back and walk the route his father had already paved out for him.

maybe it would’ve been easier for him, if that were the case. 

his mind is nowhere near focused during training, instead the pain he feels on his right arm is unbearable. a family dinner had ended like any other, bruises on seungjae’s body for speaking out and a cut on his lip. 

it’s bad enough that he has to dance, even more so worse that his arms are aching and his legs feel like they might just give way. the class ends and seungjae’s barely made it through. as the trainees walk out, he finds himself slumping down onto the ground, groaning as his body hits the floor. 

pain relief patches, shit, he needs to get his pain relief patches. 

his eyes meet his reflection in the mirror and he realizes then how pathetic he looks. a cut lip and a bandaid over his cheek. the usual “i fell down the stairs” excuse. he closes his eyes, and briefly –– no, he lets his mind linger –– wonders about what would it be like if he’d given in. if he’d given up, and just became a prosecutor like his father had hoped. 

“seungjae,” a voice calls out to him, distant at first until he realizes that it’s his coach. the man looks at him, and on instinct, seungjae sits up, only to groan. “are you alright?” he asks, though it’s probably clear that seungjae isn’t. if anything, he’s far from alright, far from being fine.

“coach,” he begins, and he thinks he might cry –– fuck, seungjae doesn’t want to cry. he hates crying. the last time he’d cried in front of anyone was ... shit, he can’t even remember. he takes in a deep breath, and instead lets out a strained laugh, the only way he really knows how to cope. “it’s tough.”

the bruises may heal, and though he’d said long ago that he’d readily give up anything if it meant achieving his dreams, the thought of it ( of losing family, and his dignity ) hurts too. “i think... no one... no one is on my side.”

it’s the reality of it all that comes crashing down to him that feels too heavy. that in that moment, he could feel himself breaking, the cracks that he’d longed covered up with bandaid were beginning to show themselves, like a cabinet that could hold no more. “i want this. i want this so much. i told myself i’d do anything to make it happen. i don’t even like dancing,” he laughs forcefully, “but everyday, i tell myself i need to get better. that i’ll do whatever it takes to learn, to beat everyone else, to be the one on top but ––” he can’t think of a coherent sentence, his mind a jumbled mess. “i don’t know anymore.”

god. he wants to cry. he wants to let it all out, emotions he’d let seep into himself for so long. it’s a horrible feeling. his coach crouches down, the both of them now at eye level. he says nothing, instead listens. seungjae appreciates that, he didn’t need advice, he simply needed someone. 

“i’ve never wanted anything so much in my life,” he says, voice softer. “but no one...” he blinks and the image of a vase being thrown at him is what he sees. “no one is on my side.”

he pulls at the sleeves of his hoodie. it’s summer but wearing a tee would make the bruises visible. he wonders if his coach knows, or realizes it at all. “so, i think, i might give up,” the words leave his lips, and the moment that they do he feels a pang in his chest, like he’d lost a battle he didn’t even know he was a part of. 

his coach takes a seat beside him, and softly, very gently, he hums under his breath. “what is that you want to do seungjae? what’s your dream?” he asks.

seungjae doesn’t even need a minute to think. “to make music. perform.”

“then why are you giving up?”

“because,” he begins, “i just said –– it’s too hard. i can’t –– i don’t know if it’s all worth it.”

“seungjae, this is your life to live. not someone else’s. not your mum’s, not your brother’s, not your dad’s.” 

seungjae remains silent for a moment, lets the words hang in the air. “it’s not that easy,” he replies. 

“if this is your dream, why are you giving up?”

“you don’t know my life,” he spits, but he regret it seconds later. he’d said it out of anger, out of frustration. “i-i’m sorry,” he apologizes. “i didn’t mean it like ––”

“i don’t, you’re right. but i know you. you’re not a great dancer seungjae, you and i both know that. but you never complain, you bother the other trainees and i’ve seen you stay behind longer after training hours just to get routines right. it���d be a shame to see you give it all up.”

he remains silent. 

“seungjae,” his coach continues, “if you think no one is on your side, you’re wrong. i wouldn’t be here right now, coaching you or any of these other kids if i weren’t on your side.”

his coach gets up and takes a look at the clock by the ceiling. “i should go. and you should too,” he says, gently patting seungjae’s back. “ultimately, the decision is up to you. but i just think it’d be a shame. because i know how badly you want this too.”

he watches as his coach leaves, and seungjae stays there, silently. it’s only when he gets up to grab his bag does he realize that the older man had left a few pain relief patches for him. he smiles.

[lgcseungjae]

lgcminju‌:   

@lgcseungjae

when people online say netflix and chill, she’s pretty sure this is not what they mean. she sits with her knees to her chest, blanket over her legs as her eyes are glued to the screen playing a horror movie trying not to scream ( it may be netflix, but it’s definitely not chill ! ). and she wonders how she even got to this point, what made her agree to this when she knows she’s scared of horror movies. but she can never say no to a cute boy, and seungjae may be one of the cutest in the company, so what could she do? she thinks it’s for a worthwhile cause, unless a ghost comes to kill her while she’s sleeping in which case no boy is worth that.

minju wonders if it’s too late to ask to switch to to all the boys i loved before, but she’s not sure if she can handle the whiplash that comes from watching cute, boyish peter kavinsky in the film and then seeing noah centineo’s caveman style on his recent tik toks. it’s just a bit too much for her.

“oh my god don’t go in the house! don’t go— oh noooo….” she sighs as she watches the main character follow a shadow, one hand going up to cover her eyes as she peeks through her fingers. “why do they always go into the houses! if you see something creepy you have to run the other way! i’m not going to be able to sleep tonight and it’s going to be your fault.” minju turns to look at him, pouting in frustration when she gets a sudden idea! 

“can you hold something for me?” she sticks out her hand, looking at him and waiting for him to take it for a second before pulling it away. “just kidding!” she wasn’t really kidding, but she’s too nervous to say otherwise. holding anyone’s hand seems like a lot, but holding his hand? crazy. so she changes the subject. “do you think she’s going to die?”

it’s sort of his guilty pleasure –– horror stories. he finds it amusing, even more so when the main characters are just so gullible. somehow he’d convinced minju to watch a classic horror with him ( hooray! ), and they’re both huddled in front of the laptop, seungjae’s eyes glued onto the screen. as minju screams for the main character not to follow the shadow, seungjae does the exact opposite. “go! go! follow it!” he cheers on, beaming at the prospect of a jump scare. 

he turns to minju momentarily and lets out a small laugh. “you have to run towards it! you gotta figure out what it is!” he states, pouting just slightly as he does so. but he’s mostly doing it to tease minju. he does wonder though, if he’d do the same if put into that sort of situation. maybe he’d just turn away, just like minju said. the mischievous smile on his face only grows wider as she complains. teasing minju –– another one of his guilty pleasures.

biting on his lower lip, his attention shifts to minju once more when she sticks out her hand towards him. he can only look at her and smile, turning back to look at the screen. “hmm...” he hums under his breath, “if she walks into the basem ––” at that moment, the character does just that. “yea, she will,” he nods his head. 

with his eyes still glued on the screen, his hands find hers and he grabs hold onto it, lacing their fingers together. “should we watch something else? to all the bros? all the men?” he attempts to remember the title, the only thing he does remember is that it starred some guy shaped like a dorito.

— tokyo love hotel

[lgcseungjae]

SASSY HYUNJAE speaks out

[lgcseungjae]

lgcyeoreum‌:

( ... )

She sat herself on the chair next to him, and lightly touched the piano keys with her fingers. “Oh, I always wanted to learn piano.” She sighed as she softly pressed the key closest to her, releasing a soft note. “Oooh, I have an idea!” Her face was lit by a warm smile and excitement was evident in her voice, “You should teach me the first bit of the song. After you play it for me, of course.”

it was only natural, he thought, for his chest to flutter ever so slightly around yeoreum. after all, she was sweet and quite frankly, seunjae found her very cute. he was no stranger to this feeling, he was well aware of what it was like to be attracted to someone, and a part of him was enamoured by yeoreum. still, the both of them were trainees, and more than that, she was someone he truly cared for. despite ... this thing between them that they both shared, seungjae’s never had a great track record when it came to girls, and losing yeoreum was something he didn’t want to risk.

“then you’ve come to a great teacher,” he teased, smile making it’s way across his lips as he spoke. but despite talking himself out of ever trying to pursue anything yeoreum, he did indulge himself with the moments he could share with her like these. he turned to look at her, feeling the stress moments ago fade away. 

he found it cliche, but he wondered if his smile would ever be as bright as hers. “alright, you’ve got yourself a deal. but promise you won’t fall in love with me,” he teased. he placed his fingers against the piano before humming to the melody of the music. it was only a few seconds, but his eyes were focused as he did so, fingers gently pressed against the keys and gentle melody leaving his lips.

the song comes to an end, and bashfully, seungjae turns to look at the girl. “that’s... all i got so far,” he admits. “it’s supposed to be a love song but i feel like... like it’s missing something, you know? it sounds empty at some parts,” he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck.

the line

[lgcseungjae]

reunions

@lgcjinseo

tw: mentions of abuse

the weather’s starting to get warmer, yet seungjae adorns his long black hoodie and thick sweatpants. still, there’s only so much you can hide. there’s a cut on his lip, and a slight bruise on the corner. if asked by anyone, he’d simply explain that he’d been goofing off and tripped down the stairs. if anything, he’s just thankful that it’s a sunday and that he doesn’t need to meet face-to-face with any staff.

he’d had a family reunion the night before, his mother insisting that he should spend his sunday with them. but his family reunions never quite turned out like a fairytale. it had started with heated words exchanged between him and his father, when words had built into fists and seungjae had once again been at the receiving end of his father’s.

it’s only when he spots jinseo does he walk into the practice room. he lifts his cap and takes a seat next to the boy before rolling up his sleeves. he wasn’t sure how much more of the heat he could take, but taking off his hoodie would mean exposing his bruises, and he wasn’t a big fan of that idea. “family reunion,” is all he says, words hanging heavy in the air despite the light tone he’d used.

[lgcseungjae]

i am once again... asking for plots... (insert pleading emoji) because i suck at plotting and i am so sorry about that!!! under the cut are some random plots i have! pls feel free to hmu on ims or my twitter @aoapinks where i reply 12898279 times faster! or to just like this post and i will shamelessly hit you up!!! i also have a discord too if that works for you!

no shame

you don’t like seungjae. you think his attitude is crap, and how he acts in front of you doesn’t disapprove that theory. he looks like he’s constantly faking it, and you constantly call him out on it.

red desert

tw: abuse

you notice that seungjae’s got a few bruises on his body, and they’re usually there during the days he’d meet with his father.

end tw.

teeth –– ( f )

fwbs except nobody expects the both of you to be fwbs because you’re always arguing with each other.

best years

someone seungjae truly cares for, and promises to help no matter what. if you need someone to rely on, seungjae’s always there for you.

if walls could talk

you know seungjae’s family ( perhaps your own parents are acquaintances with seungjae’s ), and because of that, know how his family is disapproving of him pursuing music and look at him with disgust.

not in the same way

one sided feelings and angst ( more plotting needed! )

talk fast

trainee life isn’t supposed to be all that great, and there’s bound to be some backstabbing. one of you backstabbed the other, and now there’s some bad blood between the both of you. that and a lot of sarcastic comments.

moving along

seungjae’s friends from uni decide to set him up on a blind date and it’s with you!!! it’s awkward because the both of you recognize each other from the company but the both of you and seungjae find yourselves laughing at how funny it all is

other plot ideas +

you train seungjae with dancing. seungjae trains with you cause the both of you enjoy songwriting. you’re senugjae’s muse for a song and he constantly bugs you.

sentence starters

( feel free to im me whichever sentence starter you’d like and we can plot out something fun from there! )

“are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“i just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”

“you shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?”

“you weren’t supposed to laugh! i’m so embarrassed!”

“i recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision i have elected to ignore it.”

“that’s almost exactly the opposite of what i just meant.”

“i tried to clean my bottle and got my hand stuck in it.”

“did you really just insult iron man in front of me?”

“no, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.”

“if i was famous i would just knock on people’s doors and be like hello, yes, it’s me.“

“people pretending to be cats is fine and cool but if some sort of huge animal wanted to pretend to be people then everyone is all, ‘please leave the bank’.”

“you would think that wouldn’t you, always with your thinking things. that’s what separates me from you, the thinking.”

“can i sell my feelings on ebay. i don’t want them anymore.“

[lgcseungjae]

and scene

@lgcmina

shit. his arms hurt, just a little. but his knees are starting to give way. he’s never been a great dancer, that much he’s aware of –– and he should’ve been more aware of before he’d decided to dance nonstop, simply just to prove an instructor wrong.

seungjae’s greed and pride will probably be both his downfall and his reason for success. but again, he’s too prideful to ever admit that that could be his downfall, so he’ll leave it as success. it’s getting late and he should’ve long been getting ready to head back, but with how wobbly his feet feels, he thinks he can’t.

he takes in a deep breath, pulls himself together and drags his body to the edge of the room, only to fall down moments later. “god, this is so embarrassing,” he says aloud, his head hurting from the fall. it’s only then when he notices a girl standing in front of him by the door. 

“fuck,” he says out loud this time, “this is so embarrassing,” he groans. “hey... could you help me up? and then could you walk away and pretend this never happened?”

[lgcseungjae]

lgcjiao‌:   

a loud ringing is enough to disturb any type of normal practice they were having. a break from the normal routine - jiao didn’t know whether to be excited or afraid. she settled for excited for now, finding her way to some friends who looked as confused as everyone else. they were older trainees, girls jiao had known enough to loop an arm around theirs and walk closely. “fire alarm? has this ever happened?” she asked, brows furrowed as smoke quickly began to cloud their path. excitement quickly grew to concern, her feet picking up their pace before immediately coming to a halt. 

she pauses as the other girls slip from her grasp, leaving her behind with a face she can barely make out through the smoky haze. jiao would never admit it, but her stomach drops at the sound of the familiar voice, her lips instantly turning into a frown. 

she refuses to even utter one syllable of his name. “what?” jiao squints her eyes at his frame, ignoring the irritated mumbles the pair receive as they are obviously disrupting traffic. “are you insane? just… keep walking.”

and despite her words, she pauses before beginning her hurried pace - unconscious waiting for him to follow along beside her. 

it’s expected –– sort of. the way she acts around him, the disdain he feels present. and he understands. seungjae’s never been a great guy, that, he’s pretty aware of, but he’d done some fucked up shit to jiao before, stuff he truly regrets yet is unable to apologize for. it’s not pride, or at least, not anymore, but he had lost his timing, and was now trying to make up for it in different ways. still a shitty thing for him to do, he’s aware, but seungjae’s never been the poster boy of moral ethics.

he smiles, at least, attempts to, but he doesn’t leave her alone. instead he follows her as they both walk on, slapping the smoke away with his hands whenever it got too hazy. the least he can do for her, he thinks is to try and protect her from whatever kind of emergency this was. and then... slowly attempt to not be an asshole. still not as good as an apology, but again, seungjae’s suddenly unaware of how to act around someone he’d once called a good friend.

despite having been a terrible friend (and continuing to do so), a part of him still cared for her, and another had deeply regretted throwing her under the bus like that, all for a little bit of self gain. 

“are you alright?” he asks, as they begin to reach the specified location. “just...” the words i’m worried, settle at the tip of his tongue but he opts not to say. “i’m worried,” well, fuck. he says it anyway. 

if it’s alright

[lgcseungjae]

lgcyeoreum‌:  

Even in her free time, she likes hanging around in the company building. Yeoreum can be found seeking out an empty practice room, taking full advantage of the company’s wide array of instruments and amenities. She has always loved writing music but ever since coming to Seoul, she has devoted herself to the craft with fervent passion. She clung to it like a lifeline. In many ways, transforming thoughts into melodies felt like home. 

On this particular Sunday, she was scouting the corridor for another practice room to haunt when she heard a distant melody play from one of the rooms. She began to follow the sound, enchanted and curious by the music that floated through the near empty hallway. When she finally found the room that housed the pianist behind the melody, she pushed the door slightly–just enough to allow her to peek through.

 It was Seungjae. She isn’t really surprised, since she always knew he had talent. A slight blush crept to her cheeks as she watched him play. She also always knew that he was sort of cute. She waited for him to finish before knocking. She couldn’t wait, however, and let herself in. She had a wide grin on her face, and her voice betrayed her excitement. “Hey, um hi! A wild Yeoreum appears, huh? I guess you’re probably surprised why I’m here,” she stumbled awkwardly through her introductions before finally getting to her point. “Just want to say that the little thing you were playing was great, and I loved it. I hope this isn’t weird.” 

when seungjae gets focused on something –– really focused –– he finds himself in a tendency to ... not exactly think of anything much else. it’s only when he hears a knocking on the door does he realize that somebody else was around. though, as soon as he lays his eyes on her, he smiles, natural as he does so and he greets her with a wave. 

it’s yeoreum, someone he’d found himself enjoying the company of, and would enjoy more time with. though that’s a little secret he’d much rather keep to himself. she’s cute, that much is certain, and she’s not very far off from seungjae’s type. if anything, she probably is it. 

“hi, i didn’t see you there,” he greets, turning his chair to face her. “i actually didn’t know anybody else was listening,” awkward laughter leaves his lips, as he rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. 

though her compliments have him smiling wider, it’s always nice to hear that –– to hear of someone enjoying your music, especially when you weren’t too sure if it was something even deemed enjoyable in the first place. “really?” he asks, and he can feel his smile growing wide. “no! it’s not! i... actually really needed to hear that,” he continues. he grabs a chair and places it by his side, “here, take a seat. i could play a bit more for you if you want! though... it’s still just a work in progress,” he adds sheepishly.

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