lost in heaven.

HYUNJIN :: CEREMONY MV TEASER 1

HYUNJIN // BBMA'S 2024 INTERVIEW ♡

The Christmas gala was everything the trip had promised: glittering lights strung across the ballroom, soft carols weaving through the air, and a steady hum of conversation punctuated by the occasional chime of crystal glasses. The space glittered with an almost cinematic charm, but Wonyoung’s focus was elsewhere. Tonight, she wanted nothing more than to blend into the crowd, letting the warmth of the festivities mask the unease beneath her polished exterior. The luggage incident still lingered in her mind, a thorn in what should have been a perfect getaway. She hadn’t forgotten the tone of Hyunjin’s voice during their argument. Never mind that their silver suitcases were practically twins; it was the memory of that moment—the clash, the tension—that stayed with her. She hadn’t spoken to him since, and she had every intention of keeping it that way. But the gala, for all its grandeur, felt like it was shrinking by the second, conspiring to pull her closer to him. She reached for a flute of champagne from a passing server’s tray, but before her fingers could close around the glass, a sudden movement jolted her. The fragile peace shattered in an instant as the drink tilted, its cool contents splashing against her arm and cascading down the front of her dress. Her quiet gasp broke through the murmur, sharp and breathless. Blinking, she lifted her gaze—and froze. Of course it was him. Hyunjin "You’ve got to be kidding me," she said, her voice low and steady, though laced with unmistakable exasperation. She flicked droplets of champagne from her arm, a delicate motion that somehow betrayed her frustration. "Of all people, it had to be you." Then she saw it. Just above them, nestled innocently in the archway, a sprig of mistletoe dangled in plain view. The festive detail seemed almost mocking, its timing too perfect to be real. The universe clearly had a twisted sense of humor tonight.

while it had not been entirely one’s fault that the abrupt brushing of another against him and the attempt to step away resulted in the collision — hyunjin is partially to blame for the lack of assistance he offers to wonyoung when gaze flickers onto her state, borderline soaked in the fragrance of champagne. an apology sits on the apex of tongue, and yet, never comes. not when scorn is hinted beneath her words. forget it. “as if i asked to be the one,” he clicks against the roof of his tongue, tsk’ing in frustration that is equal in measure. hyunjin’s stare sharpens, half—heartedly drifting in accordance to the girl’s own, looming at the mistletoe which has long since hovered over the heads of two. “you a fan of traditions?” the question is laced with the option to run from him while wonyoung still had the chance of doing so, of which he hopes she’ll take — cheating the evergreen charm of its own custom.

seungmin: Hyung seungmin: i think i need to stop ordering on amazon...i don't think i ordered two halloween costumes, but i have two sitting in the dorms right now and i need help and idk where 'lix is.

HYUNJIN⠀›⠀… kidding. what costumes have you got so far?

IN: jiiiiiiiinnnnnieeeee IN: lets go do something! IN: we haven't hung out in a while solo 👉🏻👈🏻 IN: I miss you

HYUNJIN⠀›⠀but sure, innie. anywhere you want to go in particular?

changbin: I'm grabbing food once i leave the gym before I get home, you want anything? changbin: or just me to be home lol

HYUNJIN⠀›⠀but bring me some fried chicken or pizza?

HYUNJIN | ESQUIRE x CARTIER 2024

And it seemed as if today was the day. Café, of all places. Eyes shifted from his phone to his now company. "Luck for you. Nightmare for me." Forced smile failed to reach his eyes. "Can I help you with something? Or did you walk over here to bask in my greatness?"

pft, past tiers slips a sneer. “you’re not as great as you make yourself out to be, yoon keeho.” the utterance of name is soft, and cooed with sweetness, even if tone drips with venom. the title rolls off hyunjin’s tongue like it belongs. he hates it. “… you can help me by moving aside.” then — a pause — before, “because standing in my way still isn’t going to earn you the cuddle you want so badly.”

weaving in and out of the dense crowd, darting into any sliver of empty aperture she could find, aeri was diligent in navigating the pair to a slightly more open swath of space in the hopes that it might be more comfortable for her company. when she finally paused, it was still quite cramped despite her best efforts, but it would have to do. “have you ever considered that maybe you’re not tipsy enough?” she counters his earlier proposition, hands now planted on his shoulders in the hopes that she might shake some of that obvious tension away, “loosen up! we're supposed to be having fun.”

this is hyunjin’s idea of fun. or—usually, it is. but not this time, not when eyes that don’t belong will find themselves on aeri, or where bodies have crowded into one space, ultimately forcing proximity between him and aeri as they find their spot. “not tipsy enough?” hyunjin retaliates her hand—placement with palms that find their way onto her waist, fingers lightly digging into the hipbone there; a hold that is possessive in nature. then, he leans in, until even the loudness of the background noise fails to drown his voice out, “it’s for your own good that i’m not.” — tipsy. loosened. having fun.

As Felix wandered through the sleek halls of the art gallery alongside Hyunjin, the soft echo of their footsteps was a soothing change from the normal chaos of work. He stopped in front of a pastel painting, the soft hues drawing him in. “I like this one,” he said softly. It was moments like these, away from their high-energy schedules, that made Felix appreciate the simple joys of exploring and appreciating the beauty around them.

he shuffles through the set of pictures, steps trailing mindlessly to where the other stands, stopping just right beside him. their likings are wired similarly, too, the way hyunjin’s mesmerized by the myriad of delicate tones on a canvas just as much as felix is. “yeah,” he echoes, before leaning in to squint at the tiny tag hanging off of the corner. “what do you think of taking it home with us?”

hyunjin - skz talker ep.67

HYUNJIN | 240808

it's strange, that he doesn't feel like moving from his seat, neither is he in the mood for getting on the dance floor despite it being his usual routine whenever he's in a club; lover of the spotlight and eyes on him. maybe, it's because the same worries that've been vanquished from aeri's being has fallen onto hyunjin's shoulders instead, becoming entirely his to bear. it's not like he has the heart to leave her to go alone, either, which is exactly why the sigh that escapes past tiers is heavy, bordering on defeat. “fine. you owe me one.”