Minki thought that events like those were only meant for younger, rookie groups. Knight had been around for seven years and they were still being forced to do the idol industry’s washed up, tired version of olympic games? He and the rest of the members of Knight had already done it several times before, and he was honestly getting sick and tired of it. Athleticism wasn’t something that had escaped him, he could do the challenges without a problem, but it was just how slow and tedious the day would be that bothered him the most. Most of the time they wouldn’t even be playing any sports, they’d be sitting around on the floor and messing around with each other and with fans. 

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SENT! from kjaesung ➳   six years later and i’m still absolutely livid that wolf was an actual song that we had to promote SENT! from kjaesung ➳   maybe it wouldn’t be painful to listen to if they just SENT! from kjaesung ➳   cut out half the song and all of the choruses SENT! from kjaesung ➳   i would’ve preferred dressing up as valentine candies and performing xoxo over wolf at least that song had a melody

August 3rd, Gangnam Fan Sign

It was quite obvious that Minki was exhausted. Even after spending over half an hour in one of Knight’s makeup artists’ chairs, one could clearly see the tired lines on his face. Surprisingly, it wasn’t something that could have been blamed on BC. The work and schedules they had been given for the past few months was extremely light, to say the least, compared to their earlier years. Which was to be expected, especially because they were seven years into their time as a group and had already hit their peak. When Knight’s popularity had first started to wan, Minki had been a little worried. It was always a hard transition from going from being at the top of the game, to having competition, but he figured that was what all of his sunbaenims felt. Especially Decipher and BEE. 

“You should’ve asked for help,” Hanbyul protested softly, curling his body a little more tightly around Minki. “I can imagine it was tricky.” He thought back to when he had helped his boyfriend move into his new place and had struggled with the bed sheets far too long for his dignity’s taste. “You did so well though. It really does look inviting,” he whispered against Minki’s lips, shyly basking in the other’s affection. It took him less and less time to grow accustomed to the physical proximity, to sharing his personal space with the other’s patient, loving presence and once his initial defense mechanisms had quieted out again, he often found himself almost starved for Minki’s touch. 

“Homemade. I woke up early today, wanted to make something out of that spare time.” It wasn’t like little sleep was any news, Minki knew of Hanbyul’s insomnia but usually that involved falling asleep at ungodly hours, not going to bed at midnight and being up at four in the morning again. Making from scratch also meant that the control freak in Hanbyul could have full say over how much of what he put into it and it might’ve been a little early for cherries still but these he had chosen because he knew Yuanjun was fond of them – the cake was, in a way, more symbolic to him rather than functional, as it was meant to be for his flatmate. For a moment he stood in the entryway, watching the elder retreating back before stepping closer to the pillow fort and eyeing the entrance curiously and, in the end, sitting down cross-legged in front of it. As soon as he spied Minki returning he stretched out his arms, making grabby hands for his boyfriend. 

“Do I get a tour now?” He asked, pulling Minki down on his lap to give him another kiss on the lips.

“I didn’t need help, I ended up figuring it out for myself, it’s fine, Hanbyul. As you can see, it turned out pretty great anyway.” Minki chuckled to himself when the younger male clung to him even more, his hand rubbing up and down the span of his boyfriend’s back in a slow, comforting motion. It had taken him the entire morning and a decent portion of the afternoon for him to get it properly set up, but he was proud of the work he had done. It had put a smile on Hanbyul’s face, and as long as he did that, he was happy. “Thank you.” He smiled into the kiss, his hands stopping their stroking motions against his back in favor of resting against his waist.

[ june → minki ] i would say wanna bet but look where that got me the first time [ june → minki ] but for the record i absolutely could 😌 [ june → minki ] uhhh the pleasure of knowing ur doing a solid for ur junior ? 

[ june → minki ] i am a lot stronger than i look thank u i could carry u [ june → minki ] and also can u just say i did if anyone asks 

[ june → minki ] ughhhh [ june → minki ] u just have to ask questions  [ june → minki ] i lost a bet n have to give someone a piggyback ride  [ june → minki ] now how much 

[ june → minki ] ok well first actually  [ june → minki ] how much do u weigh

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[ june → ?? ] hey how would u like to be the greatest person to ever exist™ [ june → ?? ] all it takes is one little favor 🤗

━━ ╰ * ♡  * ･ﾟ✧   PERFORMANCES WERE ALWAYS CHAOTIC. she’s up at four am in hair and makeup, and then hyejung gets put into wardrobe where they find out that the top they got for her doesn’t fit quite right, and they’re rushing to find a different one. there’s always at least one problem with the sound system before they go on and there’s a manager is running down the hall telling one of their charges to chug down a bottle of water. rinse and repeat, do it all again. she’s used to it though- even finds the process somewhat cathartic. still, that doesn’t help the fact that she’s getting increasingly annoyed by the fact that she can’t find any of her members. hyejung’s so intent on getting to the bottom of this issue that she doesn’t even notice that she’s right in front of minki, eyes wide and all as she brings herself back to reality. “sorry about that,” she says, backing up and bowing quickly to him. “thank you,  for the heads up. i’ve been looking for ages.” hyejung runs a hand through her hair, sighing. “are you trying to find your green room too?”

( to: sir bedwyr ) — hyung ( to: sir bedwyr ) — have u rly lived since 1992 without knowing ( to: sir bedwyr ) — the classic beauty that is the 7th element

( to: ??? ) — do u ever just ( to: ??? ) — think abt the 7th element by vitas…

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⟨ cherry ➝ minki ⟩ if your criticism isn’t about how i look better with blonde hair than dark hair then you can keep the words to yourself! ⟨ cherry ➝ minki ⟩ just kidding, lay it to me 

Hanbyul arrived a little late. It irked him, for once he had the luxury of spending the day with Minki and then he squandered precious time because he miscalculated how long the cake would take in the oven. Still, it had all worked out (half of it sat in a pretty gift bag he had decided to repurpose, the other at home in the fridge waiting for Yuanjun to come home) and for the first time all day he felt genuine excitement over his birthday. There was no art in getting old, celebrating that didn’t seem particularly logical to him, but his birthday followed his six-month anniversary with Minki very narrowly and admittedly, a part of himself yearned to let his boyfriend spoil him a little bit. He didn’t have to wait long after ringing the doorbell for said boyfriend to open the front door and greeted Minki with a small wave instead, quickly entering the flat. “Happy b– err, anniversary.” He stumbled over his echoed greeting, laughed softly and would’ve leaned over to kiss the other had his glance not been directed to the pillow fort in the living room.

Hanbyul inhaled quietly in wonder, set down the cake bag and hesitantly pulled Minki into a tight hug. His body slowly started reminding itself of how much it liked being held, how much it cherished the proximity and how well his boyfriend fit into his arms. “Thank you. It’s beautiful, I love it,” he whispered hoarsely and finally went for a kiss. For a moment, both impossibly long and too short, he basked in just that: the quiet, the knowledge that here the two of them were safe. A chiding you shouldn’t have burned on the tip of his tongue but he pushed it back quickly, already sensing the discussion it would bring. “I love you,” was what he said instead. “I brought us cake,” he then added, remembering that the treat probably should go in the fridge. “Mostly made it for Yuanjun but it looked nice so I wanted to share,” he explained amusedly and handed Minki the container. “I’m gonna go put this away but… give me a tour of the fort, afterwards?”

Before dating Hanbyul, Minki had never really been the type of guy who went out of his way to do things like that for his significant other. Obviously he treated his significant other with the proper respect they deserved, and he did do nice things for them. He was a good boyfriend, or at least he tried his very best to be a good boyfriend, and he none of his past boyfriends or girlfriends really had anything negative to say about him.. Or he hoped that they didn’t. They hadn’t said anything negative, nor had he heard from anyone else that they had negative feelings towards him, so he wasn’t too worried. But with Hanbyul things were different. He didn’t really treat him like he treated the people in his past relationships. He was more sensitive and gentle towards him, and he could tell that his feelings for him outweighed anything that he ever felt for any of his past lovers. No, Hanbyul was special, and he deserved to be treated as such. Minki knew that he was the other’s first boyfriend, that he hadn’t really been with any men before Minki came along, and that in and of itself was enough to make the older male realize that things had to be handled a little bit differently with their relationship, a little bit more cautiously.