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・。 @floverrk     ━━━━━━━━         ⤑      ☆   ┊  MAY31 .

    inner peace. saerom signed up for yoga in hopes of achieving something similar. but mainly, she was just seeing if it was worth all the hype. the woman couldn’t count how many people had ranted and raved about how amazing yoga was. her mother had a habit of telling her that she needed to relax more, and suggested yoga to her daughter multiple times before. but the woman was never presented the opportunity until now, and she felt like she would regret it if she didn’t do it at least once.

    plus the fact that the class was being taught by an idol was a plus.

    saerom is focusing, eyes closed and deep breaths passing soundlessly through her nose. the area is relatively quiet and peaceful ( as yoga should be ), but one sound was disturbing her particularly. the woman cracks an eye open in search of the oddly familiar sound, turning her head slightly to glance at the man seated on the ground next to her. 

   saerom isn’t one to get into other people’s business; she simply doesn’t have the time to bother with that. she is very much a woman who likes to keep her nose where it belongs until her attention is necessary. and it appears that today, a snoring man disrupting her yoga instruction was certainly enough to beckon for her attention. not because she wanted to be a negative nacy or anything of the sorts, but because it was distracting and awkward… not to mention embarrassing. she felt pity for the instructor.

   “excuse me,” she raises an eyebrow at the stranger’s words. troll? saerom rolls her eyes at the man and continues to poke him despite his swatting. mostly out of spite this time. “you are the troll, and an obnoxious one at that. now stop snoring and find inner peace.”

Oh the amount of love Dongyoon has for his boyfriend, the way he still has yet to believe and understand that they’re together, that somehow Bambam chose HIM, when easily Bambam could’ve chosen whoever he wanted in the whole world. Dongyoon was sure, his boyfriend was too good for him, and he didn’t understand how they had ended up together, but he was happy that they had. And now? Now he laid there peacefully as he dreamt of his boyfriend, and then? Then someone of course came and interrupted him, care and poked him, just as he was laying there dreaming.

beatboxing was definitely something that gray had been always interested in, but wasn't the most talented with. during his years as kt trainee, he had worked on that skill a bit, but in the end, he had focused his practice on other skillsets which was why he was just a mediocore, if not even a amateur beatboxer. so after hearing about a workshop that would give tips to beginners, he wanted to grasp on the opportunity and take his chance to learn more about it. gray was here to become a better, a modified version of himself and working on himself constantly was part of this process.

He had always thought that listening to others would define his listening skills better and come in handy later on. GRAY was someone who needed some time before being able to do something in his own style and being actually satisfied with himself, so he usually listened first before practicing for himself. This time it was just the same. The taller male seemed to have natural talent for beatboxing, his rhythm and flow were to GRAYs liking, it was a style that if refined even more was surely recognizable.

Smiling, he stood next to the kind stranger, before flipping through the pages of his notebook where he had put down a few scribbles about the lecture and the tips the instructors had given. “Hm? What do you mean? You’ve seen me before?” The older male asked, raising his head from his notes. It was not like he had a very memorable face nor had he had much exposure as KT trainee in the last three and a half years since he was under the label. GRAY was basically an unknown trainee and even if people remembered him from past appearances, to most of them he was just an old guy who couldn’t do much. That was simply his lot.

“Maybe we’ve visited the same gym or something? Anyways… could you repeat what you just did before? I want to listen to it one more time, more closely.”

Being insecure wasn’t a new for Dongyoon, but it was new being this insecure. Dongyoon has all his life been insecure about how he never lived up to his mother’s standards and only other’s standards, but lately he had been more insecure about it. Dongyoon didn’t know what had happened but something had happened and suddenly he was way more insecure than usually. Though Dongyoon knows for sure it happened after he got kicked out of KT, after that he wasn’t as confident anymore. Getting kicked out of KT was like an eye opener for him, suddenly Dongyoon learned that he wasn’t fit to be an idol yet, if his mother knew he got kicked out, oh how she would be disappointed.

@floverrk

beatboxing was definitely something that gray had been always interested in, but wasn’t the most talented with. during his years as kt trainee, he had worked on that skill a bit, but in the end, he had focused his practice on other skillsets which was why he was just a mediocore, if not even a amateur beatboxer. so after hearing about a workshop that would give tips to beginners, he wanted to grasp on the opportunity and take his chance to learn more about it. gray was here to become a better, a modified version of himself and working on himself constantly was part of this process.

And now, now Dongyoon was on his way to see his oh so loved boyfriend, the boy he had missed oh so much. Dongyoon had left his home with a big smile and his uncle had asked as to why, if there potentially was a girlfriend, to which Dongyoon just laughed at. And that smile had stayed on Dongyoon’s lips all the way over to his boyfriend’s apartment, Dongyoon was way more than happy to see his boyfriend. And as soon as he was there he was pulled by his boyfriend, a confused expression reached his face as he was told to close his eyes, yet he still did as told, he closed his eyes. Dongyoon bows his head for his much shorter boyfriend and then he feels hands at the back of his neck.

・。 @floverrk     ━━━━━━━━         ⤑      ☆   ┊  MAY31 .

    inner peace. saerom signed up for yoga in hopes of achieving something similar. but mainly, she was just seeing if it was worth all the hype. the woman couldn’t count how many people had ranted and raved about how amazing yoga was. her mother had a habit of telling her that she needed to relax more, and suggested yoga to her daughter multiple times before. but the woman was never presented the opportunity until now, and she felt like she would regret it if she didn’t do it at least once.

    plus the fact that the class was being taught by an idol was a plus.

    saerom is focusing, eyes closed and deep breaths passing soundlessly through her nose. the area is relatively quiet and peaceful ( as yoga should be ), but one sound was disturbing her particularly. the woman cracks an eye open in search of the oddly familiar sound, turning her head slightly to glance at the man seated on the ground next to her. 

“There are celebrities here? Who?” the male asks curiously, Dongyoon doesn’t know too many korean celebrities, but perhaps, just perhaps he might know one of those that are here. “Yeah those would look good on you” he begins “but if I’m honest, I think anything would look good on you” the male ends with. “Ah we really don’t have to find anything for me” the male mumbles unsure, he rarely ever buys clothes and he wasn’t intending on buying anything now.

“walk against the wind, or become the wind”

The wind blows, the wind blows hard, the wind blows harder and it will continue to blow harder, the only thing to do? It’s to continue walking, continue and continue until one has reached it’s goal, in this situation, it’s simply just Dongyoon’s house. And so, and so the male walks, and he walks, a step, one step here, another one there, it’s continuous walking, walking against the strong wind until he is either home or no longer can handle it, those are the only options.

“Its quite hard, to just continue walking, and walking, and walking, and walking, and just continue walking until one can’t walk anymore, if I am fully honest, perhaps I’d wish I could stop walking but still continue on moving, that’d be great” the male mumbles to himself as he lifts an arm to cover his face from the hard wind.

It’s quite poetic if you think about it, to move without moving, to go against something while doing nothing, that’s how people may have it, do we realize? Do we even realize.

“Why must everything be so hard?” the male asks himself, the task he was given wasn’t even too hard, it was just going out to model so he could make money, and then coming home, but coming home was so much harder than it should’ve been. The wind was too strong, it was like Dongyoon was so small, he felt so small out there in the cold wind.

“What are you doing on the floor?” a voice asks and Dongyoon looks up confused, though his confused expression soon gets replaced by a happy expression as Dongyoon sees his uncle’s face. “You’re home early” the male says sitting up, still too tired to stand up.

“A storm was coming, I read it, so I went home early today, now tell me, what were you doing on the floor?” his uncle’s says with a big smile.

As it turned out, there was a lot on display in a flea market event such as this one, where people with different backgrounds and culture as well as just fashion style in general were selling their belongings. Yeosang was amazed but also confused, especially when he ended up alone when he was searching through this one tent. He had grown used to having his clothes picked for him, that he hadn’t actually developed a proper taste for himself. Now that he thought of it properly, he felt childish.

Yeosang was debating on whether to actually try on this overly fluffy white jacket, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. With the jacket still in hand, he turned around to properly addressed the other. “Ah, did you lose someone?” He raked through his memory, keeping in mind the description the other just gave him, and hummed as he nodded. “I think I recalled someone like that, but that description is pretty vague so I might have gotten the wrong person. I can show you the general direction he went in as well, but he might not be there anymore… It was a while ago.”

With how crowded the market was, it comes as no surprise that more than one person would be missing their friends or family.

The sudden loss of Bambam reminds Dongyoon of how he lost the kid he babysitted at a halloween event a while ago, back then when he asked for help, he got help from a not so nice teenager who pretended to be way older than they were. The memory makes Dongyoon laugh loudly, but he soon enough stops as he feels stares on him, usually he wouldn't mind it, but for some reason he does today.