entropy.

–– * @lgcjaehyun

it’s tiring. obviously, it is. there’s just so much you can actually do in a day when you spend hours training, and the rest studying. he’s not too sure how he’d ever made time to go on blind dates, though he’s aware why so many of his relationships hadn’t lasted very long.

at the very least, he isn’t like jaehyun. which he thinks is a consolation in itself. look, he loves the guy, and he thinks he’s a good pal to hang out with, but the way he deals with women is something that seungjae’s made a mental note to never copy.

–– * @lgcahyeon

the date is going well; which is a surprise for seungjae. things like dates never really quite bode well with someone like him. in most cases, he’d find himself disinterested with the girl he was out with, which for the most part, was more of his fault. he thinks she’s nice, cute and easy to talk to. so far he hasn’t felt the urge to just walk out, and she seems to laugh at whatever he says. he thinks that maybe, he could ask her for a second, even third date. 

though that isn’t to say that he’s completely taken by her. if anything (and in truth), he’s bored. he smiles as she speaks, genuinely enjoying the conversation, when he receives a text message. usually, he’d simply ignore it, but the name “ahyeon 🎀” flashes across his screen.

“give me a moment,” he says, lifting his phone. unlocking it, he begins to read the messages, expression changing the moment he realizes what exactly is going on. 

the yellow birds

                                   it reminded me of talking,                                    how what is said is never quite what was thought, and                                    what is heard is never quite what was said.                                                                                                           k. powers

@lgcseungjae. she doesn’t remember the last time she’s properly spoken to seungjae, let alone be in the same room as him: just the two of them, seungjae and danbi, together but still so far apart.

(how curious, really, how people change with passing time, with forgotten feelings. he used to be her world, and now he’s just simply in it.)

it’s late at night: the kind of late where the silence is sickening. senses are heightened, latching on to every sound and every movement (the creak of the floorboards, the huff of breaths)—maybe that’s why she’s more emotional than usual. 

seeing him makes her want to cry, so she smiles instead. finishes her stretches, wipes down her sweat—she’s packing up her belongings in silence, mind roaring loud with thoughts debating whether or not she should talk to him (a good-bye’s, at the very least, expected, right?). she’s fidgeting—stalling, that’s a better word for it—with anything: the hem of her shirt, the strands of her hair, the bag strap on her shoulder.

“s-seungjae!” she stammers, worries if she’s addressing him too casually after everything considered (it’s too late now, to back down. besides, he’s always been the one to run away after all, not her). maybe it’s too soon, or rather, not soon enough. this is what closure’s supposed to be like, right?

“it’s dark out, so do you want to, maybe, walk back to the dorms together?” her eyes focus on his reflection in the mirror rather than his frame in front of her, in fear that she’ll remember—that it’ll be all too familiar—and find herself returning to what’s comfortable. does he know? his voice, his smile, that that’s what kept her crawling back for that whole year?

she’s unsure, and she has to stop herself from clutching her chest—from gripping her shirt to soothe her aching heart. ah, she realizes, it hurts after all.

it’s uncomfortable. the air is stifling and seunjae quite honestly just wants to get out. which isn’t new for me, he’s always wanted to leave –– put the heavy tugging in his chest, the way just even glancing at her makes him feel like pure absolute shit, isn’t something that’s exactly welcomed.

there’s something at the back of his mind basically trudging at him to go talk to her. but he doesn’t want to, mostly because of his pride and mostly because he thinks that if he does, he might slip up and tell her that even after all this time, she’s still pretty (god, what he feels like a walking fucking cliche). but she’s the first to speak, and it catches him by surprise. 

“y...yeah?” he wonders if it shows on his face, how he’d expected the both of them to pretend neither existed, though he’s not too sure if he’d ever want for that to be true.

walking her home –– did he even have the right to do that anymore? were they just going to pretend the year they’d spent together never happened? 

“shouldn’t your new boyfriend be walking you home instead?” he says, and the words leave his lips before he can truly catch himself. he’s still an asshole, in fact, hadn’t that been one of the reasons as to why they broke up? god, his mind is a mess. he knows he’s not in any position to feel jealousy, but seungjae’s never been good at figuring himself out. 

lgcluccas​:  

he doesn’t remember quite exactly how they had come to the idea of playing animal crossing on their live, but now they’re there. they had thirty long minutes to use, and anything he could think of would either take too short of a time or too much.

his island felt more embarrassing than others, but he trusted seungjae’s decision to go on with it. for one, he had named it ‘PENGUIN’ after the most popular island he could think of—club penguin. none of his villagers were actual penguins, and he doesn’t really put much effort into making it look pretty. but he’s happy with it. there are many other things luccas needs to stress out over, and animal crossing isn’t one of them.

“hello!” he says at the same time. with waving hands, the younger lets seungjae start things off with a simple explanation. he presses his lips together when a hand pats his head but doesn’t do much based on it. “yes, today…” he continues. “we’ll be showing you our animal crossing islands!” luccas can’t help but immediately laugh afterward. he raises his switch from the table and turns the screen towards the phone for the viewers to see the loading screen. “ta-da!” it gives a small sneak peek of his island, but nothing too much to worry about. “i can’t believe we’re doing it but we are!”

luccas lowers his switch again and turns to the one beside him. “should we start with yours first or mine?”

seungjae claps his hand softly, his signature square faced smile making it’s way across the screen as he does so. instinctively, he pats lucass’ head –– it’s what he gets for being so cute. “everyone, leave your dodo code if your turnip prices are more than 500 bells. then i’ll visit you,” he jokes (well, half-jokes. if they weren’t on such a tight schedule, he would’ve made his way to sell his turnips ). 

he turns to lucass, and furrows his brows slightly. “do you want to start with mine? i already have my gate open for you,” he says, turning the screen to lucass. it’s also because he’s sort of excited to share how his island looks. seungjae may not look it, but he takes animal crossing rather seriously. he’s got a pinterest board full of ideas and qr codes, and makes his friends send him videos of cool islands from twitter. just like with anything else in life, he takes animal crossing a little too seriously –– yet he acts like he doesn’t care at all.

lgcjinseo‌:  

Jinseo doesn’t bat an eyelash when Seungjae approaches. He acts like it’s notthing unusual to avoid suspicion. Not many people know what’s really know what’s going on. It’s not unusual for people to ask Jinseo to patch them up. His first-aid skills have somewhat become famous among the clumsier trainees. However, Seungjae isn’t an ordinary clumsy trainee. At the words “family reunion”, Jinseo already has an idea what went down. 

“Follow me.” Their instructor wasn’t there yet, so he figured they had some time before anyone started looking for them. He says nothing as he leads the way to the locker rooms, where his bag is and where they can get more privacy. Once they get there, he simply points to the benches. “Sit.” He looks through his bag for his first-aid kit. “Anything else I need to deal with besides the lip?” He thought he’d ask while they’re here. 

Once he has everything he needs, he takes a seat next to Seungjae. “Your dad’s still not over it?” He sighs as he starts putting medicine on the cotton swab. He thought his parents were too harsh on Jinah, but he supposes some parents were even worse. At least they didn’t beat up his sister… Or at least, Jinah didn’t show any signs of it. He shows the cotton swab to Seungjae. “This is going to sting, okay?” 

it’s not like seungjae to share. truth be told, he’s aware that he’s very guarded, it stems from the fear of letting people in –– letting them too close that he gets hurt. but with jinseo it’s fine, it should be fine. because jinseo patches him up, tends to him when he asks. it’s an odd sort of relationship but seungjae genuinely does appreciate jinseo’s presence, even if he hasn’t explicitly said it.

tw: mentions of abuse

@lgcluccas​

seungjae likes luccas. he thinks the younger boy is cute, sort of looks like a rabbit, and elicits an elderly brother type of feeling from him. which is exactly why he was more than happy to pair up with him for thee vlive. 

the both of them had somehow agreed to play animal crossings during it, visiting each other’s islands whilst reading up some comments. they’re only given thirty minutes, and he’d love to use it having fun and interacting with whoever might be watching their lives. he may not look like it, but seungjae’s found himself investing a lot of time into a game. pinterest boards for ideas, secret twitter bookmarks for creator codes. he wants to bring out the best in “SKY LAND” (the name he’d chosen for his island). 

he takes a seat beside luccas, fiddling with the phone as he attempts to start the vlive. “you’re connected to the wifi already right?” he asks, turning to look at the boy, before he fiddles with it once more and presses start. the screen lights up, and they’re both going live.

( tw: mentions of abuse )

it’s getting harder. pretending like it doesn’t affect him, like he doesn’t care. seungjae may be stubborn but he’s never been a good actor, that much is apparent. 

@lgcjinseo

tw: mentions of abuse

the weather’s starting to get warmer, yet seungjae adorns his long black hoodie and thick sweatpants. still, there’s only so much you can hide. there’s a cut on his lip, and a slight bruise on the corner. if asked by anyone, he’d simply explain that he’d been goofing off and tripped down the stairs. if anything, he’s just thankful that it’s a sunday and that he doesn’t need to meet face-to-face with any staff.

he’d had a family reunion the night before, his mother insisting that he should spend his sunday with them. but his family reunions never quite turned out like a fairytale. it had started with heated words exchanged between him and his father, when words had built into fists and seungjae had once again been at the receiving end of his father’s.

no shame

you don’t like seungjae. you think his attitude is crap, and how he acts in front of you doesn’t disapprove that theory. he looks like he’s constantly faking it, and you constantly call him out on it.

red desert

tw: abuse

you notice that seungjae’s got a few bruises on his body, and they’re usually there during the days he’d meet with his father.

end tw.

teeth –– ( f )

fwbs except nobody expects the both of you to be fwbs because you’re always arguing with each other.

best years

someone seungjae truly cares for, and promises to help no matter what. if you need someone to rely on, seungjae’s always there for you.

if walls could talk

you know seungjae’s family ( perhaps your own parents are acquaintances with seungjae’s ), and because of that, know how his family is disapproving of him pursuing music and look at him with disgust.

not in the same way

one sided feelings and angst ( more plotting needed! )

talk fast

trainee life isn’t supposed to be all that great, and there’s bound to be some backstabbing. one of you backstabbed the other, and now there’s some bad blood between the both of you. that and a lot of sarcastic comments.

moving along

seungjae’s friends from uni decide to set him up on a blind date and it’s with you!!! it’s awkward because the both of you recognize each other from the company but the both of you and seungjae find yourselves laughing at how funny it all is

other plot ideas +

you train seungjae with dancing. seungjae trains with you cause the both of you enjoy songwriting. you’re senugjae’s muse for a song and he constantly bugs you.

sentence starters

( feel free to im me whichever sentence starter you’d like and we can plot out something fun from there! )

“are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“i just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”

“you shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?”

“you weren’t supposed to laugh! i’m so embarrassed!”

“i recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision i have elected to ignore it.”

“that’s almost exactly the opposite of what i just meant.”

“i tried to clean my bottle and got my hand stuck in it.”

“did you really just insult iron man in front of me?”

“no, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.”

“if i was famous i would just knock on people’s doors and be like hello, yes, it’s me.“

“people pretending to be cats is fine and cool but if some sort of huge animal wanted to pretend to be people then everyone is all, ‘please leave the bank’.”

“you would think that wouldn’t you, always with your thinking things. that’s what separates me from you, the thinking.”

@lgcmina

shit. his arms hurt, just a little. but his knees are starting to give way. he’s never been a great dancer, that much he’s aware of –– and he should’ve been more aware of before he’d decided to dance nonstop, simply just to prove an instructor wrong.

seungjae’s greed and pride will probably be both his downfall and his reason for success. but again, he’s too prideful to ever admit that that could be his downfall, so he’ll leave it as success. it’s getting late and he should’ve long been getting ready to head back, but with how wobbly his feet feels, he thinks he can’t.

he takes in a deep breath, pulls himself together and drags his body to the edge of the room, only to fall down moments later. “god, this is so embarrassing,” he says aloud, his head hurting from the fall. it’s only then when he notices a girl standing in front of him by the door.