rock on.

When Seonghwa finally allowed them to take a break Joohyeon collapsed on the couch in the back of the practice room sure that he was never going to move an inch again. Sam settled near him and started chatting about something – Joohyeon was admittedly not paying a lot of attention. How could Sam even talk after Seonghwa just drilled them on three of their hardest routines?

His phone went off in the middle of Sam’s explanation about what was going on in the dorms. Joohyeon reached under the couch and pulled out his bag so he could grab his phone from one of the inner pockets.

“Who’s more important than my story?” Sam asked curiously when Joohyeon was reading the texts from Kurt.

Joohyeon looked up then feeling a little guilty. “S’just Kurt.” He said. “I thought you were done with your story.”

Sam just grinned knowingly and reached over to ruffle Joohyeon’s hair. “It’s fine.” He said, leaning over to read the texts himself. “Have fun on your date.”

Joohyeon let out a loud groan feeling his face heat up. Of course it wasn’t a date, friends could go out to dinner together. Sam didn’t know what he was talking about. “It’s not a date.” He grumbled kicking at Sam’s legs as the elder passed by (and missing miserably). He turned his attention back to his phone so he could type a response.

[text: kurtree] yup (＾▽＾) [text: kurtree] just tell me where and when

Kwangchul grinned at his phone as he shrugged his guitar case over a shoulder and entered the band’s van.

[ text: little kiwi ] uhhh, seven-ish? [ text: little kiwi ] there’s this new place located near the kbs building called atrio [ text: little kiwi ] it’s italian [ text: little kiwi ] place recently changed owners so maknae’s friend owns it now or something [ text: little kiwi ] are you home?

“What’s got you looking so chipper?” Jihoon raised an eyebrow at the younger before gesturing at the other’s phone. “Got a secret lover?” Only the leader and Kwangchul were left in the van, as the other two members of Figment of the Radio had gotten dropped off back at the dorms. Jihoon had an individual schedule, and Kwangchul was waiting to get dropped off back at the Roommate house.

“Why does it have to be a lover? It could be a friend. In fact, that’s who I’m texting. A friend.”

“All right, all right. Whatever you say, Kurt.”

He furrowed his brows at the leader’s noncommittal response until the van stopped, signalling it was time for the elder to leave the van.

“I'm just saying it’s been a while since you’ve looked that happy texting someone other than us. You know, since...”

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It was already halfway through November, and Figment of the Radio was already beginning preparations for their year-end concert. It was after one of the band’s practices when Kwangchul found him pulled aside by one of the members (to which Kwangmin had given a curious look). “Hey, hyung, actually... I have a favor to ask of you.”

“What is it?” This was rare. Seunghyun rarely acted like the maknae he truly was, never made requests or asked for things.

The younger rocked on the balls of his feet before taking a business card out from his pocket. “A friend of mine asked me to pass this on to you. He found out you were on an SBS program and was hoping to somehow, I don’t know, promote through you. Since the cameras follow you practically everywhere, right? I don’t know, take a roommate with you or something.”

Kwangchul raised an eyebrow as he turned the business card over in his hands. It seemed to be a business card for a restaurant, and if the card’s design was any indication, a nice restaurant. “Does this mean I’ll get a free meal,” he joked before stowing the card away.

“Actually, yeah. He was hoping you could go tonight too, since tonight’s the restaurant’s grand opening. Think you can make it?”

“Maybe. Possibly.” Kwangchul grinned before quickly tapping away at his phone.

[ text: little kiwi ] yoyoyo [ text: little kiwi ] you free to grab dinner tonight?

“Evil villain. I’m at the Joker level.” Jake shook his regaining what was left of hi senses. “I don’t even know why I’m having this conversation with you.” He realised that all the roommates were black holes. No matter how hard he tried once he said something to them, they’d suck him into their unnaturally strange world. He found himself talking to them longer than he’d like.

He turned around toward the line of cars that had stopped. “Oh whatever. They’ll be angry so you should move.” He got back in to move his car. He fore saw the tragic incident in his head. ‘Roommate member run over by angry driver’. Then again he’d be a witness and had did not want to take part in anything that time consuming. 

“That’s a pretty high level.” Kwangchul raised his eyebrows before letting out a whistle. He shrugged his shoulders before pointing at himself with a thumb. “Clearly, we’re having this conversation, because you’ve been won over by my super hero charm. I’m talking you out of your evil plan right now, no? Aren’t you charmed?” Batting his eyelashes, he opened his palms by his chin like a flower.

He balked when SnarkyRoommateIdolBoy.jpg seemed to listen to him and returned to his car. “Oh, have you given up on your evil plan then, Mr.Joker-Level-Villain? Good.” He stopped shouting to salute the other male, a serious expression on his face as he did so.

Quin didn’t respond for a while he just let Kwangchul’s words sink in. In his own mind he’d already convinced himself that the situation was pretty hopeless. But Kwangchul’s optimism wasn’t unappreciated it was a nice break from his own pessimism at the very least. It was the part where the younger male said that he never hated him that made him finally drop a few tears. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did hate me.” Quin said. “I wouldn’t blame you if you still hated me.” He didn’t blame Sébastien for it either. He tossed the coin up in the air and caught it a few times. “I don’t like burdening you with it.” Quin mumbled mostly to himself. He’d never been good at sharing his problems with others – he was too emotionally damaged for that. Damaged or maybe he’d just never had that capability He didn’t know anymore.

Alarmed by how Quin had teared up, Kwangchul panicked and suddenly pulled the sleeves of his jacket over his hands, dropping his bag in the process. Reaching out, he placed them over the older male’s eyes before clicking his tongue. “Well, guess what? I don’t. So. There’s that.” Laughing softly, he retracted his hands and watched as the other male played with the coin he had given him. “Well, you -- you know me, if I didn’t care then I wouldn’t have asked.” He shrugged his shoulders before bending down to recollect the plastic bag that had fallen by his feet. “Consider yourself that I’m listening instead of rambling on about the new StarCraft update that came out the other day.” Grinning cheekily, he reached over to poke the other male in the side before his expression softened. “I’m joking, really. You know, I... I think I’m thankful for our past. Whatever it may have become.” His voice was softer now as well, and he looked away to face forward once more. “Whatever happens with you and this Wrong Person Dude, I’m sure things will end up okay too.”

Oh. “Oh.” Joohyeon said. he wasn’t sure if the cameras were already recording or not but he didn’t want to act too surprised just in case they were. Even though he actually was fairly surprised. Not in a bad way – that would make him a bit of hypocrite. Well, he could be hypocritical in other ways and he knew it. Just not in that particular way. “I’m not.” Joohyeon said. It was probably his turn to share. 

He leaned in a little closer, having to go to his tiptoes in order to reach the height of Kwangchul’s ear. “It’d make me a little bit hypocritical considering I’m gay. Well – asexual I guess.” Joohyeon settled back onto his heels and shrugged slightly. “It’s not a problem for me.” He said lightly. Did friends stand this close? Maybe he should move back. Or would that just make his words look empty? Joohyeon didn’t know why his brain chose that moment to go into overdrive but he chose to push it off to the side and just not deal with it. He was a pro at not dealing things.

Kwangchul's shoulders relaxed after the other admitted, “I’m not.” He would have been satisfied with how things turned out even if that was all Joohyeon had admitted, but then the shorter male stood on the tips of his toes to whisper a response back into his ear as well. Then, it was his turn to exhale a single syllable in response, “Oh.”

“you know, the only type of camping i’ve done was in grade eight when our grade went on this three day trip?” yura spoke to the roommate, trying to not fall flat on her face as they were collecting looking around in hopes to collect some sticks just as backup incase the fire died down. “and it wasn’t in tents it was in cabins with like beds and everything.” she huffed, pushing the loose strands of hair in the field of vision away. camping was just not her thing, even if she was canadian. “so hopefully i make it out alive.”

Kwangchul pouted petulantly as he shook his head. “I told you to just leave stick collecting to me, and now you say something like this? Princess, I swear to God...” His voice trailed off as he added another stick to the bundle of them already in his arms. “Nope, nope, you’re not dying on my watch. I mean, how would that make me look? Bad, that’s what.” He stuck out his tongue before picking up another stick and pointing it at the ground in front of the other girl. “Watch out, there are some particularly large rocks in front of you.”

Quin hadn’t expected for Kwangchul to actually give him a won. But he probably should’ve… Quin closed his hand around the coin. He knew that Kwangchul was trying to help but his kindness only made Quin feel worse. He didn’t think he deserved it. “I’m sorry.” Quin said. “I don’t know that I’ve ever – I’m just sorry.” He wasn’t sure what his apology was for. But he figured he might as well offer it. He felt tears start to gather and he blinked them back. “I don’t think so, Kwangchul.” He said. “I’m pretty sure he hates me.” He trailed off. “I shouldn’t be – You probably don’t want – “ Quin let out a long sigh. He didn’t know what he was saying anymore.

Kwangchul blinked blankly, taken aback by the other’s sudden apologies. “I’m not sure why you’re saying sorry to me,” he began carefully. “The only person you probably should be apologizing to is this person you’ve called ‘the wrong person.’ I bet he wouldn’t appreciate it if he knew you named him that.” He laughed softly before absentmindedly reaching a hand over to ruffle the older male’s hair. “Do I know this guy? Probably not, but uh...” His voice trailed off as he scratched the back of his head. “He probably doesn’t hate you. I don’t think anyone could hate you.” Quieter, barely audible, he continued, “I never hated you.” And it was true, because even broken-hearted, he had felt nothing but love and longing towards the older man. It was why things had hurt so much, and why he didn’t think he’d ever be able to be in a relationship ever again. He didn’t want to be left in that position ever again. “Don’t assume what I want or don’t want, hyung.” He frowned, glancing over at the other male once before continuing to face forward. “Thanks for being brave enough to talk to me. I guess I should give you more than a won. It’s not easy to talk about things that bother you, you know?”

Quin had never found silence as awkward or as intimidating as others seemed to think it was. And he was kind of glad for the reprieve short as it was. Kwangchul’s concern actually only made it worse. He was a good person and Quin had hurt him. Sure, he hadn’t intended to, but what did intent matter when it had already happened? He still didn’t want to draw the younger male into his problem. But the only person he’d really talked to was Cullen, and he was still processing what had happened. He found himself responding honestly and in a soft voice, “I just got feelings for the wrong person.” He smiled, though it was more of an empty gesture than anything. “Karma has a funny sense of timing.”

Kwangchul opened and and closed his mouth, still facing straight ahead after the other’s softly spoken reply. It wasn’t a dilemma he had expected to hear from Quin, but he had -- quite literally -- asked for it. “Well, here’s your won for the thought.” He shrugged his shoulders before reaching out to press the coin into the older male’s hand. When he was done, he pat the other male on the back before finally facing him. “I’m sorry to hear that though,” he mumbled, hesitance lacing his words as he considered how he was supposed to be feeling after hearing his ex had fallen for another. Honestly, he was taking it better than he expected, genuine sympathy evident in his tone as he continued speaking with more affirmation. Maybe the two of them really were back to normal, whatever normal could be between them. “I don’t believe in karma, but I’m sure things will work out for you and this ‘wrong person’ in the end.” He turned his head to face forward once again. “Why is that person the wrong one anyway?”

She more she spoke to Kwangchul the more she kept getting surprised, but it was a good surprised. She hadn’t been serious about him making her food even though she was hungry, but she wasn’t going to tell him no. With a slight nod of her head and a slight giggle to along with it she said, ‘Very hungry.” A large growl from her stomach sounding right as she finished her words, she only laughed more at herself. She took a few steps towards where his was going, still taking everything in. She found it so amazing since her house was nothing like this. “No, I’m not allergic to anything, but I don’t like fish if that counts.” 

“I guess you could say that.” She replied, not really wanting to get into the topic of people asking her to model all the time but So Min always declining because she couldn’t believe she was model material. Shook her head at him, and skipped the rest of the way to the kitchen area, “It’s not cheating if you never said I couldn’t guess a range instead of just one number.” She pointed her finger at him as she spoke and ran her other hand along the counter edge. “Mhm, I guess I should have said I’m 20 in Korean age then, huh?” She hopped on to a chair on the near by table, “How long have you been here?” She asks, her chin in the palms of her hands. 

Kwangchul laughed as the other girl’s stomach punctuated her phrase for her. “Sounds like it,” he commented with a roll of his eyes, back still facing the other as he walked into the kitchen. “Lucky for you,” he began as he opened the door of the fridge, “All I have in the fridge is some salmon.” He turned to look at Somin, a blank expression on his face as he observed her reaction. After maybe a minute of staring, his mouth broke out into a toothy grin as he pulled out a package of pork instead. “Just kidding, how does tonkatsu sound? I think I have a tin of crumbs in the pantry, and I’ve been trying to practice my frying skills.” Honestly, he was neither a bad chef nor a good chef; still, that was why he had been trying to expand his repertoire of dishes -- especially since he started living in the Roommate house.

“I guess you could say that,” he echoed, furrowing his brows at the other’s vague answer. It sounded like there was more to it than just “that,” but it seemed like the other girl didn’t really want to delve into the details either. Which was fine with Kwangchul, because he usually didn’t care for prying anyway (although, there were exceptions). Shrugging his shoulders, he shot finger guns at the other. “You’re a clever one, aren’t you? And it’s up to you. I get confused by the whole Korean age versus international age sometimes anyway.” He shrugged his shoulders once more before rummaging around the pantry for his tin of bread crumbs. “Not that long, just since... August? Yeah.”

Hey, so remember when I made that Read More/OOC post asking for discography pages? Yeeeah, here y’all go! It’ll be helpful for all the idol/musician characters, I guess?

“I wasn’t uncomfortable with it.” Joohyeon said, aware of how strange that sounded coming from someone who’d just spent upwards of fifteen minutes hemming and hawing around it before finally just coming out and saying it. It was true though. He didn’t really care how Kwangchul chose to refer to him as long as it wasn’t something like ‘that one stupidly annoying kid’. He was just confused by the phrase. But then again since when was that a new state for him? Joohyeon spent most of his life vaguely confused.

He only got more confused when Kwangchul motioned for him to come closer. He ended up obeying, curiosity over what the other male wanted getting the better of him.

Kwangchul let out a bark of laughter before shooting finger guns in the direction of the other male. “And yet you were hesitant. Why was that?” Because if Joohyeon hadn’t been uncomfortable, Kwangchul couldn’t really understand what had made the other think twice before sharing the words he had spilled forth during his drunken stupor. Embarrassment? Second-hand embarrassment? Now, he was curious once more, but for a different reason than he was originally upon waking up with a blank space in his memory.