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nova iuventa ( 4/? ) –– @lgcminkyu , @lgcminseo , @lgcmiyu , @hyunsoolgc

nova iuventa bonus solo: complete !

non-event threads

a vanishing act @lgctaeha

high society @lgcsunhwa

same same @lgcminkyu

young love @lgchyoseop

teddy bear @lgcsian

sour grapes @lgcsaem

three's company @lgcsaem @lgcminkyu

miruwu just posted a photo!

happy birthday austin, texas

my miwu 💗💗💗

no, but fr

you’re like my most favourite person in the world

not a day goes by where i’m not thankful for your existence in this shitty world

thank you for staying by my side all these years

hope twenty five is kind to you

we’ll go out sometime soon when i’m w reality again

promise

i love you, miru 💗

happy birthday 💗💗

@lgcsian

( outgoing ; prettiest bffie 💋  )

"I look terrible, Miru," she wails from her bunk, phone in one hand and a brow-destroying weapon in the other. "I mess up like this all the time! I don't even know how it happened - I sneezed, and then it just..." she trails off, her cries muffled by her axolotl plushie. Eventually, she manages to regain some composure, sitting up while covering the right side of her face. "Please, just don't laugh, okay?" With a shaky breath, she drops her hand, revealing the remnants of her brow. "I keep trying to fix it and I'm only making it worse."

miru is taking the time home alone to work on his skincare, which has had a much needed improvement coming from the skilled hands of sunhwa. she's recommended many products for him, now he just has to find the time to use them, and by time he means motivation. being blessed with good skin isn't enough, she would say, so here he is using a serum or whatever it is and trying to avoid eye wrinkles. if anyone looked to close, they'd be able to tell he's in his mid twenties and that is a problem.

he's washing his face when his phone rings and he answers it to find a sobbing taeha. he pretends like this isn't a crisis and continues to wash his face. "alright," he says pushing water into his face and drying off with a towel. "it can't be that bad." he's reaching for the hair oil and dumping a bunch into the palm of his hand. he quickly moves it in his hair before picking up his phone and putting the screen closer to his face before her reveal. this he wants to see.

“i’m not.” she lies as he presses a gentle kiss to her cheek— attentive and sweet, but friendly for the two of them. and by no means romantic. “i’m just—” sian pauses before shrugging, knowing there was a long list of adjectives that couldn’t begin to explain how or what she was feeling or thinking right now. “i could go some fries. sure thing.” miru takes sian by the hand and she goes with him willingly, following the older male as she had done many years ago. 

miru keeps her close, pulling her into his side as they walk. he doesn't exactly know the best way to give sian any comfort. sometimes, he thinks, a pep talk or any other traditional way of cheering someone up, might just end up feeling disingenuous to sian. she's the type, he's come to learn, who appreciates being left alone. but in this case, miru doesn't want to leave her in her anger.

the least he can do is try to cheer her up with food, food that reminds her of home maybe, reminds her of a time when she wasn't a stressed out trainee waiting for debut at the hands of a callous entertainment label. he didn't particularly love that legacy was keeping a such short leash on their trainees, punishing them and putting them in time out like children. but it was the way it worked and he supposes they just have to be better assets, no matter how much they want to express their opinions brashly.

the taxi arrives quicker than he’d expected, but he will not complaining, because currently his stomach is filled with butterflies at the thought of finally being alone with miru. he opens the car door for miru with a smile “you first”. he follows the other into the taxi and gives the driver the address. “anything special you want to eat when we arrive? i can cook or we could order something” he places a hand on miru’s thigh, giving the other a smile.

miru laughs again, reveling in the overly sweet condition of hyoseop's words. "well, you can anytime," he says with a sigh. "take pictures or see me face to face. which ever you'd like." miru wonders how someone can be so kind and maybe it's just his experience with the world, but he's not used to how hyoseop treats him. even his friends don't treat him this kindly, often times too busy with rebuttals from his constant habit of poking and prodding.

finally the taxi arrives and he follows hyoseop inside the cab of the car, sitting comfortably next to him and looking out the window as they go speeding along to hyoseop's dad's house. he looks over to him when he asks miru a question. miru pauses to think. "um, i'm not picky," miru says with a small shake to his head. "i could eat anything. so whatever you decide is fine with me."

A frown spreads across his lips; albeit, it is more akin to a pout than anything. "How are you... enjoying the rehearsals so far, um... Miru?" Hyunsoo's attempt to mitigate the awkward cadence around those he did not know well did little to help him. He still manages to come across rather stilted, tone even apart from the occasional stumble and unintentional pause.

"then why aren't you wearing your glasses?" miru wonders, laughing a little. his arm is curled around his skateboard, making his stance appear in an awfully effeminate way, not that it ever isn't. he sighs, moving to sit next to hyunsoo, sitting a little distance from him but keeping his gaze on the other. "is this like one of those method acting things?"

he raises an eyebrow at the way he says his name. "i'm enjoying them, hyunsoo," he says with a smile. "well, i would be enjoying them more if they didn't expect me to ride on a skateboard. this thing has a mind of it's own. just putting any weight on it and it just flies right out from under you. can you explain the physics of that?" miru wonders. in his time as a student, math and physics were the things he loved most, so maybe understanding it in scientific terms will help him better.

"i know a cute little furniture boutique not too far from here. they sell all sorts of interesting pieces, leaps and bounds nicer than the generic all-white pieces you find at most name brand department stores." while it'd been true that sejun had helped tremendously, he had down so in the lifting department— he had a say, of course, but sunhwa was the one to make sure everything was cohesive in the end. "when we're done here, we'd be able to take a trip that way if you're up for it."

"well," miru says with a drink of his juice. "saem and i... you know, had a special relationship. i think his personality is cute. he's like a little hamster or something, one with like prior brain damage." miru goes back to eating, thinking about not living with saem makes him sad so he's been trying not to think about it. despite anyone's opinions on saem, he's become something like a comfort person to miru.

he sighs, reaching out to set down his fork and look up at sunhwa. "my god," he says in reaction to her question. "i don't know, maybe the late 90's?" miru laughs and leans back in his chair to sip the rest of the sparkling orange juice. "most of my clothes are at my mom's place. so some of it, i really haven't seen in a few years. there's a possibility that most of that can be given away."