two of hearts

prompt.

she’s young; it’s exactly what blaqk notices first. for it, he’s not immediately inclined to approach. her gaze is certainly set in his direction but he’s uncertain if he is the focus. she seems lost in thought and blaqk is beginning to wonder if she’s trying to place him. perhaps she doesn’t know his name but she may have come across previous promotions and advertisements. awkwardly, he lifts a hand and waves to her, as not to disturb the other customers of this quiet bookstore. he doesn’t speak but hopes the movement will break her doll-like gaze upon him and help to discover whether the girl even knows who he is or has simply been spacing out the entire time.

prompt.

blaqk was lucky the boy had been paying more attention than himself. eating concrete would have been embarrassing in its own right but he did not think his stylists would have appreciated him ripping or staining clothes he had sworn wouldn’t get dirty on his short trip to the corner store. the day had been long and while they had assistants on set to get the boys anything they needed, blaqk had wanted a short escape from the bustle. the perfect opportunity came as one of the other members became the crew’s focus and blaqk had hurriedly left with permission. 

prompt.

“i always trust you,” blaqk replied, easily and honestly. in the months they have known each other, there had yet to be a moment in which blaqk felt his privacy or his image was on the line. if she told him aliens had starting invading the earth, there was no doubt he would believe her. however, personal trust did not translate as well into trust in her strength. he was not large by many means but he was still concerned of taking her down with him if he happened to slip on the ice. if anything, he trusted her but he did not trust himself. nonetheless, blaqk still pushed his hand towards her, believing in his friend to guide him onto the ice and to teach him something he had never done before. “please, forgive me if we both eat ice.”

love. romance. commitment.  it wasn’t that blaqk was opposed to dating. in fact, he would be very open to the idea if he met the right person but his career made the opportunity difficult. throughout the six years of his career, the idol had experienced his fair share of rendezvous; however, he quickly learned he was not keen on passing flings as many idol relationships had a tendency to be. for it, nick’s advice on how to woo one of the idols he only knew in passing was quickly laughed off and the musician’s focus changed paths.  “rather than focusing on me, why aren’t you trying to get someone for yourself? let me help. i’ll even give you tickets to one of our events, if they’re a fan. i’ll hook you up. i’ll make you their little knight.”

prompt.

blaqk was not a dancer. while his musicality gave him enough grace to find a beat, his moves were unrefined and suited primarily for laughs on variety shows. he was fairly decent at body rolls but those moves were reserved for their performances, primarily of those given only to their fans. however, if he was to feature on velvet beauty’s instagram in order to promote the brand, he wanted it to have a punch. in the end, he decided a short playful dance with the owner and creator could do the trick. but as he held daeun’s waist, swaying their bodies to the soft piano playing through the speakers, he began to regret his choice. “i’m sorry. i thought if it was a slow song it might be easier. should we try something faster?”

“no, people usually are more drawn to my height and undeniably amazing looks,” he replies with a raised eyebrow. “at least i haven’t really had anyone come up to me and be all ‘hey dude, your accent is hot, wanna bang?‘ so…“ he shrugs, but then a smirk spreads his lips. “why, do you perhaps find my accent sexy? are you one of those people who lose it when someone happens to have the good ol’ cockney accent?“ he laughs a bit, before shaking his head. “jokes aside i usually try to speak with a less… heavy english accent, makes people understand me more. but i like challenging you a bit too much, so you’re stuck with this.”   

“ah, that damn height,” blaqk teased back, smile never slipping from his face even after he was accused of finding daniel’s accent sexy. 

if he were being honest, there was an appeal to it. now, whether it was sexual appeal or the novelty of the accent having its own attraction was yet to be determined. it had been quite some time since blaqk had been intimate with anyone outside the industry so accents were few and far between. he couldn’t determine yet if the accent would be sexy or awkward. 

“i like listening to it,” he finally admits. “and as much as i want to say ‘i hate you’ for making it more challenging, it helps. i mean, i mostly interview with americans, so i don’t have to worry too much about strong accents but, if i ever decide to vacation in your old ‘neck of the woods’, maybe i won’t be helpless.” that was a thought. maybe he could pitch the idea to their management as a short series abroad for the group. “i’ll be sure to try some fish and chips when i go,” he laughed, trying to mimic daniel’s accent over the food but very much failing.

prompt.

while not the best of friends, blaqk would call daehyun, at the very least, a friendly acquaintance. his interactions with daehyun were brief, to say the least, reserved to quick greetings and the few chances he and the roommates all managed to find time to play a few rounds of multiplayer games together.

he and daehyun weren’t close, but blaqk held a positive view of him, if only for the reason of trusting jisoo and karin’s judgement. he and jisoo were still reconnecting but karin, he trusted her with his life. for it, blaqk easily accepted daehyun’s offer to share. the scent of the treat had been what had lured him into the kitchen, after all. it smelled divine and while he knew he wasn’t supposed to cheat on his diet, what the company didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. raising the food to his lips and taking a bite that he swore to himself to be his only one, blaqk finally thought to ask, “did you make this?”

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Duckie was not a person who liked to sit idly around the house - or idly sit anywhere really. So after an hour or so of hanging out in Blaqk’s apartment watching television on their day off, Duckie’s already itching to go out. His position on the couch is upside down - only done so as to alleviate his boredom though it didn’t help all that much. He glanced up at the bassist - mustering what he hoped would be a good enough excuse to get out of the house.

“You know what would go really good with this show? Some snacks,” he said, clambering to make himself right-side up. Damnit, now he was dizzy. “We should go out and get some.”

being the homebody he was, a protest was on the tip of blaqk’s tongue but he knew duckie well enough to recognize when an excuse was just an excuse. blaqk was perfectly content sipping his soda, nestled under some blankets, and doing absolutely nothing on his day off. he wasn’t against occasionally spending a whole night out but duckie always seemed much more energized than himself. he should’ve known it would only be a matter of time before duckie was dragging him out. 

pouting his lips for just a moment, blaqk rose to his feet and stretched his arms above his head, satisfied by the pops of his joints. “what are you craving? i know you said snacks but chicken sounds really good right now.”

          NOW IF THERE WAS ANYTHING THE CHILD adored more than hanging out with those he offered pieces of himself to, it would be the surrounding animals. it didn’t matter the tales behind the creatures, he watched all with eyes that would make the full moon sky jealous of the stars which reside inside. which is why junjae had leapt onto the older male’s request eagerly, wishing to bounce on the balls of his feet as he looks around the store.

❝  – hmmm, ❞  he glances over at the name and then at the approximate age which had been offered for the canine. ❝  – no he’s still a baby! so he probably hasn’t been trained yet to answer to his name. what were you thinking of naming him? ❞ 

honestly, blaqk hadn’t considered a name yet. he just thought the dog had been cute and an acceptable size for his apartment and, maybe even small enough that the managers might allow him to bring the dog on set - occasionally and if his new friend was trained enough. peeking at the dog once more, the musician couldn’t help but to call for his attention, clicking his tongue to get the toy poodle closer.  “i don’t know. something cute? teddy, like teddy bear? it matches his big brown eyes. or... benji? cute. we’re going with cute. do you have any ideas?”