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Impressive. She said his improvisation attempt was impressive.

Oh hell yeah, Kim Seyoon just got ★ praised ★!

His natural response involved a huge grin with a full flash of teeth but out of a desire to avoid looking smug, Seyoon just smiled. Still, his eyes glowed and he sat up straighter. If this was a movie, there would be a bright ring of light radiating from his body as he preened in silence. If he was a puppy, his tail would be wagging so hard that it threatened to collapse this chair.

"Thank you for the feedback, I will work hard on my pronunciation!" Seyoon accepted the page and ran his eyes over its content. With everything written out, what was communicated earlier became clear. "Can I practice reading this out loud and you can tell me if I am saying certain words wrong?" He offered excitedly. "Oh, or maybe you want a break." Seyoon recognized he should not work his mentor too hard since she had two other trainees and her own idol career to take care of.

"Let me pour you some water..." He set down the pitcher and searched around for cups that he could have sworn he saw somewhere in this room. "Are you liking the workshops so far?" Seyoon asked, feeling like he might as well make conversation. "It must feel different from all the other idol-related duties." Aha, the cups! He'd found them. With water poured and the cup pushed over to Ichika's side, Seyoon sat back down. "Am I your most difficult mentee~?"

Ichika let’s Seyoon finish speaking with a nod, her bubbly mask falling away to reveal a more pensive look, and takes a moment to write down a few notes for herself. She had no reason to be upset by the way Seyoon stumbles over his words. It’s clear he didn’t fully understand him but truthfully she can’t say she’s disappointed. This is a learning experience and she isn’t there for berate her charges for what lack. 

“Your pronunciation can use a little work, but overall, you did very well up until the point I joined in.” She’s not the type to smile if she doesn’t mean it or if she doesn’t have to, but her voice still maintains an air of soft understanding and something akin to admiration for his genuine efforts because, above all, Ichika cannot stand people who take light of such situations. She’s not there to babysit anyone. 

“Even if you don’t understand everything, being able to improvise in the moment is impressive. I’m assuming if this was in Korean and you flubbed up a little, you would have been able to catch yourself, but seeing as this is a whole other language, you did well enough.” It’s then that tips her head to one side and observes her student for a moment, for a small moment offers the smallest smile. And means it. Even if he is a strange one, she is at least happy that he tried. 

“One moment.” Turning he attention back to her notebook, she tears a page from the back and spends a few minutes carefully writing out what she had said in both Japanese and Korea and pushed it across the table. “A lot of shows will use scripts for MC’s so let’s try this way, and perhaps if you get more confident, we will try to do some more improvisation.”

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Seyoon didn't like the word sacrifice. Though viewed positively under many circumstances and often praised, that word to him meant loss. Of course, he was willing to trade time for potential success, so he happily trained and worked hard at every opportunity the company gave him. Freedom, however, was another matter.

Could he survive a restrictive lifestyle, scrutinized by the public? Was he even capable of not fucking around?

"Aw man, I would hate to get kicked to the curb~" He chuckled, whining half-heartedly as he imagined himself sitting in a cardboard box on the streets. "Nice to know you think I am talented though, hyung! I actually loved singing back in the day." Seyoon could recall his peaceful moments in Canada. "I used to sing on the roof and atop tree branches, getting ridiculously tanned in the summertime. Back then I didn't try to entertain anyone other than myself but could really feel the music." A part of him still felt like he was a better singer back in those days. Sure, he didn't have proper training then and lacked refinement, but he sang from his heart.

"Perhaps I did have a dream when I first came to Korea." And along the way, it just got lost. He started loving other things more than singing, like drinking and partying. Like the company of beautiful strangers. "I guess I'll do some self-reflection and see if I can behave..." He stretched. "But admit it, Max hyung, knowing what you know about my lifestyle, you'd totally shake in your boots if the company put me in your group!"

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Leading the guy towards the studio he was preparing to burry himself in to do homework, he doesn't expect an immediate response from Seyoon. When he does speak, he hums to acknowledge that he's listening, holding the door open for the younger to walk in first.

He pauses at the questions Seyoon fires at him, giving it a moment to consider. Max doesn't respond until the door is closed though, humming thoughtfully as he sits down next to the trainee.

"Well- you're talented. If you didn't got what it takes you wouldn't be here," he begins. "Some people get lucky. They don't even want to be an idol all that much but their talent fast tracks them to debut anyway." It's something he's seen happen before, something that had happened to himself back in his old company.

"I will say that- you'll just have to realize for yourself what this means. You'll have to make sacrifices for this Seyoon-ah. You can't go around as you please, party and get away with it. There will be people pointing fingers and scrutinizing your every move. The moment you become a problem to the image of the group or the company- you might very well get immediately kicked to the curb. You gotta be aware of that when figuring out if you want to be an idol- or a public figure in general."

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Oh, Miss Mimi was really upset indeed. Unusual - Seyoon was far more used to the flirty, cute, charming Emi he'd met at the bar. Just as he imagined she'd be more accustomed to the also flirty, cute, and funny (self-proclaimed) Seyoon. For such seemingly carefree people, they sure liked wearing masks.

"Want my jacket?" He grabbed his hoodie off the couch and draped it around her shoulders. "Haven't done laundry in three months. Pleasant scent not guaranteed." Seyoon grinned to show that he was just joking. Fortunately for Emi, that hoodie was clean because someone else had been suckered into washing his clothes over the weekend. "You pick what to order then," he tossed her his phone. "I'm going to try to make you that tea..." Back into the cabinets he went.

Chamomile. Seriously? That was all his old lady had? Great. What boring taste she had. Though considering the hour, perhaps something without caffeine was the right move.

"Did a coach yell at you?" Seyoon started shooting questions while the kettle boiled. "Are you struggling over the career paths and wondering if you'd be better off just trying to become some rich person's sugar baby? Did you run into a messy, apologetic ex?" Those were some of the issues that he would be personally bothered by. "If it's the last one, just forget about it. No point fretting over men - we are not worth the attention."

she knew it was late, and it probably wasn't the best idea to just head to his apartment, but frankly, she'd rather do that than be alone with her thoughts for the rest of the night. she gnaws on her bottom lip as fingers clumsily text a roommate to let them know she'd be out a bit later than she originally thought before she's walking to his place.

it's not long before she's slipping into his door, her bottom lip uncharacteristically trembling for the love of everything she can't figure out why she feels so bad. it shouldn't matter. it doesn't matter. it never mattered, after all, she had gotten what she wanted-- right.

right?

his words pulled her away from her thoughts, dark eyes widening a bit at his concern. they were close, probably too close considering they frequently slept together, but to see her crack was... not quite what she had in mind, and she shakes her head slowly. "ah.. uh. no. i'm fine... j-just cold." she murmurs, probably a bit too quietly.

it wasn't a lie. she was cold. she was always cold-- damn anemia.

"we... we can order something if you want."

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WORKSHOP 002 - SOLO (257)

Admittedly, Seyoon was surprised he was placed in this Japanese hosting workshop. The other three workshops based on what he'd heard from his friends, were all singing and performance-related. As a trainee working towards debuting as an idol, he thought those would be more relevant to his career.

Oh well. It wasn't Seyoon's business to question the company. If they wanted the Canadian to pick up Japanese for some reason and believed this sweatpants-wearing guy with messy hair could one day present as a good host, then sure. He shall give it his best shot.

Language was the most difficult part. Seyoon focused on basic sentence structures and looked up common phrases and greetings. It would be impossible to become fluent in any language over three months and surely the company knew this, so he mostly aimed to sound good in whatever little he did manage to learn.

During free time or whenever he was too tired during dance practice, he'd sit in a corner and watch some videos on current idols and observe how they hosted. Bright, enthusiastic. Fake smiles and giggles all around. Seyoon was already great at all those things and could probably think of better jokes for bantering. What he needed to learn was how to speak clearly and conduct himself with more grace.

He hauled his ass off of the floor and straightened his back, observing himself in the mirror as he paced back and forth.

Right...well...he'll get it someday. Fake it until you make it, fake it until you make it!

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SARANG:

(...) Her face lit up at the sight of the cats and Sarang couldn't help but coo over them. "They look...." She paused again, trying to recall the word for cute. "cute...my aunt...has...dog." That wasn't too bad right? She didn't linger on it, instead, going to the some of the many photos she had. "Miss...them.." And her aunt. It wasn't as if she couldn't visit but she lived in the dorms, there was training or school, the feeling wasn't the same.

At least he wasn't the only one stumbling over his words. Seyoon wondered what Ichika would think if she walked in on their diligent effort at conversation in foreign language. Would she facepalm from the fact they were talking with all the grace of a five-year-old or give them an A for effort?

Sarang looked so cute, though, cooing over the stray cats - Seyoon was fond. "What a handsome dog." He always wanted a puppy, but his parents did not allow him one because they were worried he couldn't take good care of it as a child. Once he was older, he had younger siblings, and since they ran around wildly and were affectionate, Seyoon pretended they were the puppies he never had.

"I miss my family too." He forgot to speak in Japanese for a second and was quick to correct himself. "My grandmother." Seyoon raised his arm so Sarang could see the bear elbow patch on his sleeve. "She...did this." He had no idea how to say sew. Elbow patches were old-fashioned and in this city where everything was shiny and cool, Seyoon was occasionally embarrassed to wear his favorite cardigan. He still wasn't ready to let it go, though, it was one of the last items he had that reminded him of home.

"Are you having fun at the workshop? I am struggling!" He stretched, back to Korean for a moment. "I thought after all the anime I watched, I'd be really good at this, but nope!"

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Hooray, he was forgiven!

Though to be honest, Seyoon expected that from his angelic, patience-of-god-himself brother. He took Yoojoon's hand happily and brought it up to his cheek for a quick nuzzle. "Don't blame yourself, this is on me." There was no shame in admitting the truth. "And yes, let's focus on debut!"

Seyoon picked up his phone to scroll through the three songs they were supposed to work on for Team Unknown again. "We are doing acapella for this song here, eh?" He was talking about the Can't Let You Go Even if I Die song. "Should be interesting." He liked acapella. Back when he was singing for the church, he did it all the time with his buddies.

"Can you imagine loving someone this much, though?" He mused, going through the lyrics. "All the control they must have over you." Seyoon would personally never give away so much of his heart, to the point he would not be able to survive without the other person. For him, a safe relationship would be one he could easily walk away from.

A swirl of emotions stirred within him, each one blending into the following like colors on an artist's palette: relief, gratitude, happiness, or perhaps a mixture of all three? He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He sensed that something was troubling Seyoon, yet despite his best efforts, he couldn't break through the barriers his brother had built.

In a way, this realization saddened him. He had hoped to be someone Seyoon could rely on to offer support and understanding. But blood indeed was thicker than water, and they didn't share the same blood.

"You're not too messed up to debut," Yoojoon responded, fidgeting with the letter in his hand. "Or messed up at all. You're just going through some things, and it might actually help to talk to someone outside of all this." Despite the gravity of the situation, Yoojoon managed a small, hopeful smile. "Thank you for apologizing. It means a lot to me. I've been struggling with how things have changed between us and have blamed myself a lot. I'm sorry, too, if I've done anything to contribute to that."

Reaching out his hand as if to bridge the gap between them, he continued, "Let's focus on debuting together."

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matthew plays "i dare you" on teen vogue

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He started to smile until those hard words hit him, taking his mind away from the brilliance of the burning cosmic dust to picture the aftermath of a disaster.

Seyoon's gaze sharpened.

Deep down, he knew there wasn't a vengeful spirit waiting for him among the trees, and what truly haunted him was his guilt. The emotion was useless. It could not bring back what he had lost and served as nothing but a hindrance in his life. Seyoon acknowledged if he could just shift his perception and see what happened slightly differently, he could free himself from this tedious cycle of panic and dread.

But who would he be without his guilt? Was he ready to find out? In a way, remembering was his method of atonement and while the guilt weighed heavily on his chest and kept him up at night sometimes...it was also a reminder of the love he used to be capable of.

Seyoon clasped his hands together and made a wish, hoping the stars could tell him which path he should take at this crossroad.

"Alright. It is getting late." He let Rowon walk ahead so he could give the cupcake smear by the cliff one last look.

What a night. Rowon learned of his secret...and Seyoon also got to make an interesting discovery about his precious hyung. Let's just say...It took one to know one and by stabbing him with such a powerful accusation, Rowon also revealed the fact that he had a knife.

Yet Seyoon still chose to follow the other closely, carefully tracing Rowon's footsteps all the way down the mountain. Perhaps he was enamored - beginning to realize the truth but continued to see what was dangerous as beautiful.

Or maybe he was just scared of the dark.

FIN.

  it’s not hurt that he feels.

  nor is it anger, or apprehension.

  when seyoon tears away from him, everything – all of a sudden and all at once – goes hush. the adrenaline buzzing in his head cuts out. the anticipation blazing from within extinguishes like water to candle. it feels colder. bitter, almost. the night rescinds its invitation, and the vast sky, once a measureless beauty glimmering with wishes, opens up and engulfs him whole. he recognizes this as disappointment.

  it’s not a feeling that he experiences often. he doesn’t – shouldn’t – hold any expectations for others, and yet –

  he stands up without sparing seyoon another look, and for a minute, he remains there, eyes cast over the cliff, considering, calculating. what was he expecting? what did he want? confirmation, a small, very quiet part of him answers. why? what for? companionship. someone to be on your side.

  the hollowness settles.

  rowon resumes business as usual.

  and as fate would have it, a brilliant streak of light shoots across the sky – then comes another, and another, and another. “seyoon.” he reaches out to get seyoon’s attention without drawing his eyes away. “look.” it’s the first time he’s seen a meteor shower in real time. there’s nothing that spectacular about it, but for some reason, he finds himself enamoured.

  “if one hits, it would us take years to rebuild,” he muses, watching a streak disappear into the horizon. “people would get hurt. homes would turn into rubble. but even when we know the truth, we continue to see it as something beautiful. it’s all about perception and what we want to believe.” a pause. his gaze trails over. “your secret is safe with me.”

  he picks up the plastic bag he’d brought along.

  “let’s call it a night.”

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"Y-yoojoon, it hurts..." With pale cheeks, lips pressed into a thin line and a slightly trembling hand over his left hip, Kim Seyoon was one bead of sweat away from a flawless, drama-worthy display of agony. "Right here. I must have pulled a muscle or something..."

As an outsider, this was a perfectly acceptable situation. In fact, some might even empathize with the poor hardworking trainee, whose unceasing effort at practice cost him physically.

Seyoon would play that card, except Yoojoon lived with him and should know with absolute certainty that his hip pain was not from anything career-related. In fact, for as long as he had been a trainee, Seyoon never got injured in dance practice and his voice never died after a long vocal session. It was as if God himself wanted him to succeed at his supposed dream of idolhood and only punished him over actions of depravity.

"Can you massage it out for me?" He wailed pathetically, unfazed by his younger brother's stern dad face because he'd seen it many times before. "I think I am dying."

whiny. feat. @seyoonlgc

When it comes to practice, Yoojoon always adopts a strict and no-nonsense approach; with every movement and expression, he's meticulous and thorough, knowing that every moment counts toward improvement.

Not only does he need to master the dances and lyrics for Team Unknown, but there are also numerous other routines to learn and perfect for upcoming trainee performances.

He's lost track of how many times he's repeated the same sequence of movements, how many times he's listened to the same melody, but his perfectionism keeps him going.

The only thing that breaks his concentration is the whiny presence of his brother beside him. "What's the issue this time?" he asks, hands on his hips as he turns to face Seyoon, his expression resembling that of a father scolding his son.

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Damn, look at her go. That switch from calm to bubbly - Seyoon was truly impressed. See, he always knew his Ichika nee-sama had this side and that proved his feedback on his friend's fanfic being ooc to be accurate.

Unfortunately, this was no time to celebrate his victory, for Seyoon quickly realized he had no idea what she just said. It was not on Ichika, of course. Seyoon was well aware she even slowed down deliberately to assist him. Learning a language was just difficult...Especially since he was starting at practically nothing.

Well. The show must go on, and he absolutely refused to panic and give up!

Now, out of her entire sentence, he did manage to latch onto a keyword - birthday. Why would Ichika mention the word birthday as he started to talk about his favorite season-

The air was still chilly, but her cheeks felt hot. "H-happy birthday," whispered y/n, unable to look into Ichika's eyes as she offered up a small homemade cake with soft green pistachio icing writing out 03.19.

Ichika's birthday was March 19th...and March 19th was....spring! Maybe that was why she mentioned it? There's always only one truth.

See, sometimes it paid off to be a weird, fanfiction editing pervert.

"Yes, my friend!" He also recognized that Japanese word from anime. Power of friendship and all that. "I am sure on Ichika's birthday, the sky was blue a-as it is today..." He wanted to describe the sky more but legit couldn't come up with a word other than blue and he already used beautiful. Couldn't just keep repeating beautiful, now, could he? "And the sun must have been out and that's why your smile is..." Fuck. "So...full...sunshine." Did that sentence make sense or nah?

"The song we are introducing today has a similar...energy." Hare Hare was all about the clear sky and sunshine - a great serotonin-boosting song. This was his best attempt at a natural conversation leading to it...In foreign language.

When she saw the names of the trainees she had been assigned for her workshop, there had been no alarm bells. But there should have been. Kim Seyoon. That name has completely slipped through the cracks and truly been left forgotten in the aftermath of her breakup and subsequent wallowing. For someone who tried to keep their emotions and image in check constantly, the influx of sadness, depression and perhaps a few poor choices had overcome most of her senses, pushing away minor memories into far corners of her mind. Oddly enough, catching a trainee writing an explicit fic about herself and her groupmate should have possibly been burned somewhat deeper into her psyche— however, the moment she saw Seyoon, she remembered him. 

Out of all the company’s trainees, what had she done to be with this person again? 

Truthfully she was pleased that he was joined by two others, but per the workshop structure, one on one lessons were expected to happen… and even if he was a weird pervert, he was still technically her student. 

And so when one such meeting arrived, she even found herself feeling somewhat for the way he stumbled over his words. Was it enough to forget his antics? Sadly no, but even dogs who did bad things needed to be trained. 

Sitting cross-legged across the table, the idol took a few notes as she listened, only passing when it became clear that she was supposed to participate. Her cool, neutral expression quickly changed into a bright smiling mask, voice open and clear, though somewhat slowed down for his convenience. “Hello! I’m Crystallis’ Cool Matcha Leader, Ichika! Oh is it? It’s mine too! My birthday is in spring, after all! Seyoon-kun, perhaps this is why we’re friends.” They are not friends. But she giggles all the same, fake and overly sweet. 

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WENJUN:

(...) using both his hands, he cups seyoon’s face, frowning. “you didn’t shave, and you’re eating kimchi covered in ashes for breakfast. what’s going on? are you alright?” he takes a better look at seyoon, notices the dark circles and his brows only furrow even more. “seyoon… did something happen?”

"Babe, don't worry, I ate the kimchi BEFORE the ashes started going in," Seyoon promised dryly. "I am not that crazy." He rolled his eyes. Yet.

He gotta give it to Wenjun though - the guy's got some boldness. Normally, people walk away from uncertain situations. Ya know, avoid those loose canons so their pretty faces won't get exploded on. Here this one was, walking right up to the loose canon...taking the cigarette away from the loose canon, and now touching the loose canon?

Wenjun, no. Bad.

Seyoon considered grumbling over his lost cigarette, now understanding perfectly how his dear Seunghyun must have felt, discovering his whole stash missing. In the end, though, he decided to not waste his breath. "I am fine," he said because that was the universally acceptable answer to this lovely question. "Just peachy." He blamed his initial shock for not dodging Wenjun's hands fast enough and now that he already got caught, he figured he'd just...allow.

It totally wasn't like Wenjun's response about him being here for Seyoon too placated him or anything.

"Okay okay, don't frown, I'll tell you." Seyoon lifted the hand that wasn't used to hold the cigarette and smoothed his thumb over Wenjun's knotted brows. "I guess the best way to summarize is...I've been having a couple of shitty months." How should he explain his mental state? "Right, so you are an orange. Okay? You and Yoojoon and most other people are oranges. Juicy, sweet, round, and adorable lil oranges. This world loves and appreciates oranges." He wished he had one for reference but no. "And I am...a lemon. Born a lemon, raised to be an orange but still ultimately a lemon. Sure, we are all bright yellow and summery looking...Might look cheerful on a kitchen counter next to a bunch of other fruits but if you take a big enough bite, you'd realize we are sour inside." Great, he probably wasn't making any sense. Should have grabbed some coffee before he started this.

"The point is, I don't want to be a lemon. I want to be an orange like other people."

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A part of Seyoon was indignant.

He knew exactly why Rowon behaved this way and found it utterly unfair! In his mind, this guy should like him no matter what - whether he was in a floofy hoodie or slutty tank top. If any of his regular chicks were in this practice room, they'd be sighing wistfully over his biceps of steel.

But then again, would he still like Rowon if the guy shaved his head plus eyebrows, gained sixty pounds and decided to abandon his calm, mysterious vibe to become a fun-loving twerk instructor?

Fine, fine. Seyoon tossed his hoodie back on and shook his hair so it was fluffy again. Then he returned to Rowon's side to take up on that water offer by pressing his lips against the uncapped bottle. What? He curled his fingers into a fist that could in reality knock a bitch out and gave Rowon's chest two feather-light boops in silent demand. You want me to drink myself?

Extra cuteness for extra pampering. It was, as always, an equivalent exchange between them.

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  sometimes – fine, most of the time – rowon sees what he wants to see. he has these scripts in his head, stage directions, and a whole cast of characters shoved into neat little boxes, so when anyone does anything outside of this perception of them, he simply … does not see. seyoon is no exception to this. deep down inside, he knows seyoon works out. he’s seen him going into the gym a few times, and those are the days when he’d decide it’s good weather for a run and promptly change direction.

  “water?” rowon offers, holding out a bottle while diligently maintaining eye contact. usually, he’d throw out praises and words of encouragement throughout practice. and usually, during breaks, he’d go over to squish seyoon’s cheeks, pamper him with massages, buy him food, feed him –

  but this is not super cute fat cat seyoonie.

  this is … kim seyoon, person.

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Not making money for seven years. That was a terrifying thought. Max was right, there were many jobs out there that required less investment. Seyoon could not imagine how this guy managed to tough it out here for all those years without the ability to see into his future and be certain of his success.

He must have really wanted this. Being an idol.

Did Seyoon want it just as much? Half as much?

He tried to think about it.

"Max..." Seyoon's brows furrowed. "Do you think I am idol material? Do you personally think I got what it takes?" He tilted his head, uncertain if he was asking for motivation or a genuine opinion. Perhaps it didn't matter. "It's hard...for me." Seyoon made an attempt to articulate his thoughts. "I can't tell sometimes how much I want something because...I...haven't...really wanted."

And that was true, wasn't it? Seyoon had carefully kept himself from desiring anything beyond the superficial level. It was an amazing way to stay safe from disappointments, which he'd learned he could not handle.

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"That's true. You gotta be thinking big though. Right now I'm really not making that much money," he reveals, just as transparent. "I haven't really been making any money for the last... seven years, really." A laugh leaves his lips, the reality of his situation settling in further as he thought about how long he had been holding onto this dream and grinding towards this goal.

"I feel like there's more lucrative careers that require less investment if you're just in it for the money but that's just my opinion, man." Not wanting to sway Seyoon in his motivation or drive, he simply pats his head once more. "but you would be a great cat, not gonna lie." there's a teasing lint to his voice as he continues to ruffle the younger's hair, fond expression in his eyes.

"I hope so for you too seyoon-ie," he simply says, not wanting to get the guys or his own hopes up now that keeho was gone. "I hope so too."

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HEAVEN. @lgcxsarang

This workshop was the best! Each time Seyoon looked up from his Japanese notes, he saw a lovely girl.

"Good morning, Sarang!" Seyoon greeted smoothly in Japanese. He was improving slowly but surely, and the basic phrases were beginning to feel natural on his tongue. "What a beautiful day we are having." He skipped to the window, humming as he opened it to let in some fresh air.

After his eventual debut, he probably won't have workshops like this anymore. He'd be stuck with the same few stinky men at all times and no longer have the opportunity to worship the ethereal beauty of the female trainees. Sure, guys were capable of being good-looking too, but women just hit differently.

Like, could he just debut with the girls? No? Fine, fine, he'll just really treasure this workshop opportunity then.

"Do you..." Seyoon searched his brain for the right words. Sarang was shy and he didn't want to scare her off. Therefore, he was trying to come up with a light, happy topic of discussion...in Japanese. "Want to see...um...stray cats...at my part-time...chicken job." In the end, he decided to just present her with his phone. After getting off work last night, he got surrounded by the strays in the area and snapped a couple of pictures. For strays, those felines were pretty damn photogenic.

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Fortunately, Seyoon had not committed cold-blooded murder.

Yet.

But if that was Haemin's only hard limit, then his standard was a bit on the lower side, eh? There were plenty of crimes just as heinous as murder, and Seyoon's remaining 5% morality did not want to think about being forgiven for any of those. "People are going to take advantage of you, hyung." He crawled onto the couch as instructed. "It's dangerous to have a soft heart." Kindness felt like a gift that only benefited others in modern society.

"I chose something old and comforting," Seyoon said. He had no intention to actually watch a movie. This couch was decently sized and comfortable enough for plenty of other activities. "Want to sit closer?" He picked Haemin up and set him back down over his lap. It was not a difficult task because while Seyoon had a baby face, he also had biceps that were hard as rocks.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Haeminie." He took his eyes off the screen, calculating how much time he'd given the cook and considering if he should wait a couple more minutes for proper digestion. "Can I spend the night?" Or not because he clearly had no patience.

Haemin chuckled softly at Seyoon's reply as he dished up food for the both of them. It was very on brand and probably very true. He didn't think that the other would stop being a cutie any time soon. "Well, it depends on what you do," he said opening up a bottle of wine and pouring two glasses, handing one of them to Seyoon. "I don't think I could forgive cold blooded murder but other than that I think I could forgive. It might take some time but I would come around eventually." He smiled and and gestured towards the food. "Let's eat! Let me know how it tastes, okay? I won't get mad if you don't like it."

The food tasted fine and it Seyoon made for fun company as Haemin ate, drank, and laughed. It had been a while since he'd had company over for dinner and he was enjoying himself immensely. "You know, I'm kind of happy you didn't have any plans today," he admitted with a faint blush, "it's been ages since I've just hung out like this with someone. So... thank you for coming, I really do appreciate it." He reached out to brush his fingertips over the back of the other's hand briefly before beginning to collect their dishes. "I'll join you on the sofa in a minute, okay? Make yourself at home, Seyoonie."

After a quick clean up he sat himself next to his friend with a quiet sigh and looked at the screen curiously. "So what movie did you end up picking? Something you'd seen before or something new?" Haemin tilted his head inquisitively at Seyoon. There were so many options so he really hoped it was something they could both enjoy, or at least laugh and comment on as they watched.

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STAR POWER @lgcyushin

A care package from Canada did wonders for his mood. Seyoon had his stepmother's gift on today - an oversized hoodie in this soft, creamy-looking yellow. It reminded him of banana flavored ice cream and smelled like home.

The only problem - the zipper had a tendency to misbehave and must be treated with the gentleness of a father with his newborn daughter. Anytime he went even slightly heavy-handed, the whole bloody thing would get stuck.

"Come on," he grumbled, straightening his hoodie before tugging at the zipper again. Of course, it continued to refuse cooperation.

Mid-struggle, he did become vaguely aware that a good-looking person had entered his field of vision. See...His eyes were trained to find all the hot people within a certain radius, and even when distracted, they still managed to do the job well.

It was Yushin, here to provide helpful advice for Blue Hour probably. What a babe, Seyoon thought as he continued to yank at the goddamn zipper. Nice of Legacy to provide eye candy. Perhaps he should try to smile and wave at the guy after...ya know, it would not hurt to appear friendly. He wasn't ever scared of attempting interactions with the idols because what were they gonna do? Say eff off, peasant and step on him? To be fair though, depending on the idol, he might not mind being stepped o-hold on, was Yushin walking towards him?

Seyoon's head snapped up as he looked around to double-check that he was indeed the only person standing in this corner.

Huh? Was this his y/n self-insert fanfiction moment?

[seyoonlgc]

Yeah, he was free. Always for dear Emi.

When Seyoon received the text, he was on his knees on the bathroom floor, scrubbing the toilet so clean that he could see his reflection.

You might wonder, my god, why was Kim Seyoon cleaning? This must be a sign of the apocalypse! And look, no. His messiness was reserved for people who were close to him like his unfortunate dormmates. This apartment he kept pristine because though it might have his name now, it did not belong to him.

He told Emi they could meet here and sent her the location, only regretting the decision after he buzzed her up because he recalled they hadn't got much of anything in this house, food and beverage-wise.

"Yo, do you want a cuppa tea-" He looked up from digging around in the cabinets.

The hell? Why did Emi look pale and unhappy?

"What's wrong?" He walked over at once and warmed her hands between his toasty palms. "Did someone...die?" Shit, was that an insensitive question to ask?

all i'll ever be w/ @seyoonlgc

she lets herself wallow. she's not sure really how long. she's not even sure why she's so bothered. and yet there is a stinging behind her eyes when she finds herself walking to the dorms. it's not very cold out, and yet she finds herself hugging her jacket to her a bit tighter to herself. she feels like she's freezing.

he had let her down easy. even if she was already on the ground.

somehow that made it worse.

there's a lump in her throat before she realizes it, and a cursing under her breath when she's pulling out her phone, fingers numbly typing. she wasn't sure he'd even answer, it was sunday after all, decently late, and she was sure had better things(or people) to deal with than her.

pretty boi yoon➝✉️: hey, u free?