BIG KID ...BIG DREAMS. On a mission to take the world by storm since 10.15.96. Won't settle for the stars, I'm aiming for the moon. â Zelo (dedication, emulation, and zeal)
hey guys so uh, iâm not gonna put this under read more because i donât want to make it too long (i might cry if i do) BUT I am dropping both junhong (zelo) and hoseok (j-hope/rkseok). iâm so sorry to everyone i was plotting with on either account (i really, really was looking forward to rping with you guys, sincerely) but i have made this decision after long deliberation.
this past year iâve tried hard to stay active but iâve had a lot of personal issues with school and mental health, and iâve had so many hiatuses i feel like itâs not fair to others who want to rp either fc. maybe in the future when iâve got my life together, i can enjoy rp again and youâll see me either here or somewhere else. i donât know to who remembers but i have been here since almost the beginning (i started off as zelo and came back as hoseok three times, and i really cherish both of them as they are the longest muses i have rped, and i will leave their accounts here as archive).Â
thank you to the admins, the mods, and everyone else iâve rped with. i wish the new members, all the muns, and rookies as a whole all the best. <3
- eevee, former resident awkward pokemon. (evelyn)
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â i feel like the warm weather came too quick this year.â or maybe they just havenât been out of doors long enough to notice the changing of the seasons. Â that too. Â seungyoun shifts uncomfortably in his heavy hoodie, looking over to junhong now that theyâre out of trc for the weekend afternoon and still have the entire night ahead of them. Â his gaze softens a little as he looks on his boyfriend, biting the inside of his cheek in thought.
heâs been missing him of late, and he knows junhong has been feeling the same if their little dates at home have meant anything at all.  but anywhere, anytime is good for him - as long as seungyoun is spending time with junhong, anything can be a date, right?  even if it means just getting a bubble tea and sitting at the park.  â wanna go get bubble tea? my treat.  honestly, who cares if weâre sweaty -â seungyoun grins and leans in to whisper in his ear, â letâs go on a date.â
junhong enjoys the nice weather. he loves spring, because that is when all the bugs come out-- and he's always been fascinated by them. but despite the nice weather, both he and seungyoun are in hoodies and though he may be sweating, it's still comfortable so junhong ignores the heat. he just nods along in agreement, chuckling, "but warm weather is a nice change too."
though an exaggeration, junhong can say he feels like he hasn't seen civilization properly in months. so his eyes are wide and bright, looking at the bustling city around them with a new love. and at the mention of bubble tea, junhong immediately perks up and opens his mouth to respond, but pauses when seungyoun leans in. he finds his lips curling at the suggestion and nods eagerly. "okay, let's."
[ â Ë â¸ roboboy ⼠] i miss getting your selcas at lunchtime ): [ â Ë â¸ roboboy ⼠] but i guess it's not so bad since we see each other at lunch every day anyway [ â Ë â¸ roboboy ⼠] ... still, i demand a new selfie [ â Ë â¸ roboboy ⼠] i gotta change my bg
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(sms) i'm sorry TT TT(sms) that's true though(sms) i'll send one just for u i'll take a new one and everything. what kind of selca you want?
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âŚ* ă ă ă you sound so happy about your long hours
âŚ* but i am a little jealous that you guys have individual practice time!Â
âŚ* ă ă youâre too tall already! Â
âŚ* i guess youâre tall enough now anyway ă ă
âŚ* okay!Â
âŚ* hm ⌠any weekend in january? i donât have much going on as far as i know. how about you?
( to: tiff noona~~)
(sms) it is bittersweet... i want them but my body doesnât ă ă
(sms) you donât have individual, noona?
(sms) i want to grow to 190cm !!! muahahahah
(sms) i am the same! a weekend in january sounds good ^^
â DECEMBER MONTHLY EVALUATION // CHOI JUNHONG â
â MISTLETOE // arranged and performed by ZELO
christmas hasnât been a big event for junhong for quite some time now. after his parents divorced, junhong spent plenty of time with his brother and mother when he could, but holidays were spent keeping himself busy. but living with his best friend has affected him in several ways, and the holidays have felt more festive. theyâd even decorated, lights strung around the apartment, a small tree set up at junhongâs insistence, and little foam christmas stickers scattered on their appliances. junhong, ever ambitious, had tried to decorate even their pet s as well with little holiday headbands but that, as expected, ended with the lanky male chasing the animals around the apartment before eventually giving up. however, a good thing that came from all of this was junhongâs restored spirit around christmas time.
his hair is styled simply, reindeer antlers perched atop his plain black hair. heâs dressed warmly for the nature of the song, and to hopefully portray a gentle vibe that he knows for certain that most people donât expect from choi junhong when he performs. in contrast to the powerful and blunt performances he is used to displaying, heâs taken another route with encouragement from his brother as well as seungyoun. so he stand on stage, looking very much like the boy next door-- and raises his microphone to his lips as the pre-recorded track blasts through the speakers.
itâs the most beautiful time of the year
lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer
i should be playing in the winter snow
but i'mma be under the mistletoe
the original instrumental seemed a bit bland for junhongâs taste, so heâd made a mix of his own using company equipment and his own voice, beatboxing woven between the sounds of the sleigh bells and the actual background melody muffled so the beatboxing shone behind his live voice. heâd practiced this song since evaluations were announced, hoping to strengthen his singing voice to get rid of wavering, and lessen the nasal quality to his higher pitched tenor.
word on the street santa's coming tonight,
reindeer's flying through the sky so high
i should be making a list, i know
but iâmma be under the mistletoe
junhong smiles at the audience and waves his hands, urging them to follow along. at first the prospect of standing on stage alone to sing had been daunting, but he quickly warmed up once he began, like he always does. his pose started off awkward before it relaxed, his body moving naturally to the rhythm although he had no choreography planned. he moves around, gesturing with his hands and adjusting his headband before he shoots one last, genuine smile as the song ends, fingers holding up a heart.Â
kiss me underneath the mistletoe,
show me baby that you love me so-oh-oh.
little does everyone know, once offstage, junhong has a full body shiver from the amount of aegyo in those three minutes. but, once a year couldnât hurt.
disbelief settles in on everyone in different ways. Â others feel it almost immediately; with seungyoun, it simmers like a boiling pot like the rest of his emotions until he explodes with them. Â it just so happens that christmas eve is spent at home, it just so happens that itâs a weekend with schedules that last less than half as long as the rest of their days in trc. Â he still stays longer, trains harder - after all, itâs expected after hearing the news.Â
heâs going to be in a music video.  they were going to be in an mv, together.  perhaps on different sides, perhaps as part of the background but he and junhong will be in it together.  and thatâs what really matters to him most.
it isnât until he gets home that the disbelief turns to an almost hysterical laughter. Â itâs a strange feeling that bubbles within him; heâs not sure if itâs excitement, or happiness, or relief, or maybe itâs just nerves. Â or, reality check - it could just be an odd mix of every emotion under the sun that seungyoun keeps stifled normally coming out in a shaking laugh as he covers his face and rests his head against the door. Â â junhong -â he calls out to the apartment, knowing his boyfriend must be somewhere within. Â â come over here and tell me this is real.â
junhong holds the announcement in his hands with no apparent emotion on his face. heâs blinking in that curious, almost childish way of his, eyes wide as he reads the notice over and over again. he looks up and catches the excitement obvious on seungyounâs face, and canât help but feel his own lips tug up into a toothy grin. but he goes about the rest of his schedule, spending longer in the gym than he would normally, and then rewarding himself by spending the same amount of time in the dance studio.
itâs a satisfying ache in his bones that junhong feels as he makes his way home, a bit earlier than his roommate. he tidies up a bit, something he doesnât get to do normally, and takes a long shower with the music blasting from his small speaker, laptop open somewhere on the bed. his hair is still damp and heâd just put on clothes when he hears his name, and the pleasant sound of familiar laughter.Â
so he complies, small towel still hung around his neck as he makes his way out to the living room, atlas trailing at his feet as he grins, wide and unrestrained. âit is. youâre gonna be public, younie.â
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âŚ* itâs okay ~
âŚ* your hours are longer than mine ă ă
âŚ* are you sleeping enough? ă Â
âŚ* i guess youâre tall enough now anyway ă ă
âŚ* yes!! do you still remember?Â
âŚ* just tell me when ~Â
(sms) this is true.
(sms) i don't know about enough but i am sleeping.
(sms) hehe never there is always room to grow!
(sms) of course i do!! and weekends are good for me hbu?
heâs been through so many of these already, seungyoun wonders if theyâll ever see the end of them. Â with every passing evaluation that comes and goes, he wonders if his grade always stays the same or if heâs improved in the eyes of trc, or in the eyes of his instructors at least. Â thinking about it takes up his nervous energy; it is the way he bounces his foot against the flooring as he goes over every step of their choreography in his mind. Â and this isnât the first time theyâve shown something that they could do like this. Â this isnât the first time theyâve shown them their dance. Â to choi junhong and cho seungyoun, it is so easy to create together.
seungyoun wonders if they see that, too.  â you have a look like youâre going to throw up.â he snorts in response, slumping back in his chair and looking back towards the evaluation room - waiting for their turn, wondering when itâll be and how much longer theyâll wait to perform.  â ⌠the eval.â he admits finally, shrugging his shoulders. â and you.â he says quieter, so no one can hear but junhong. â youâre not actually nervous, are you?â
junhong looks up at the comment, blinking in surprise. âdo i?â he lets out a soft laugh, slender fingers running through soft locks of hair as he chuckles to hide his embarrassment. his eyes follow the elderâs, fixed on the door blankly as he leans back against the chair with a soft sigh. he can hear the faint sounds of music, the squeaking of athletic shoes against scuffed wooden floors-- it sounds comforting to accustomed ears.
his head lifts again at the soft comment, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he quirks an eyebrow, âgood to know,â he laughs, the sounds low and quiet. and he sobers up at the question, turning to look at the other male with a serious expression before a grin stretches across his face. âme? nervous? when am i ever? just excited.â
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he doesnât even have to make his presence known to junhong - and thatâs the very nature of their relationship, they just know each other thoroughly without having to say anything. Â seungyounâs eyes scan the work that junhong is doing but his eyes donât linger. Â after all, itâs almost cruel to look at someone elseâs unfinished work without asking, even if they are close - even if they are connected in ways they canât speak of out loud. Â instead, his eyes catch junhongâs when he lifts his gaze to his and he smiles that crooked, toothy smile - the one that he knows junhong adores, the one he knows he canât say no to.
â who knows ~â he hums quietly, sitting back in the desk chair heâs sitting in and spinning around in it. â you might have already picked someone else to work with or got bored of me by now.  your coaches havenât said anything about it yet? that weâre always together?â seungyoun snorts, finally stopping his turn to see junhong closing his notebook - eyebrow raised and nodding to it. â are you working on something we can use? or should we come up with something different together?âÂ
and junhong is immediately suspicious-- though definitely not in a bad way-- when seungyoun smiles the way the he does. the one that is wide and shows all his perfect teeth-- the one that junhong always softens to. he chuckles under his breath and straightens up in his seat, setting the pen down neatly alongside his notebook, declaring himself done for the time being. he stretches his arms over his head, groaning softly at his muscles pulling after sitting in the same position for so long.
the younger male blinks in surprise, cocking his head even while knowing that seungyoun isnât being serious. âdefinitely not,â he laughs before thinking silently, replying, âno, not really. i guess they just assume we are comfortable with each other, right?â and junhongâs fingers are fiddling idly with the notebook cover when he pauses at the question before offering a sheepish smile, â...i donât think so. nothing is ready to use yet.â
being with junhong puts him at ease, as it always does - though seungyoun never thinks heâs been so nervous for a performance that he couldnât breathe. Â itâs a good kind of stress, having eyes on you while doing things that you love and that youâve created. Â he remembers the jitters of his hands and the nerves that grew back in december of last year when he first started at trc - itâs october. Â itâs already been almost a year.
heâs already come so far, and junhong is still at his side. Â maybe they really will get a chance to debut in a group together - after all their work, after all theyâve been through, he thinks they deserve it. Â the variable in that equation would be trc - the only wild card in their relationship, seungyoun thinks of it as a challenge. Â he just wants to prove to them, too, that they shouldnât be separated. Â he throws a smile to his boyfriend and waits for their turn, hands behind his head. Â â what are you thinking about?â
junhong has an earbud plugged in one ear, as he usually does before evaluations. but today, nothing is playing-- as opposed to when he usually play his evaluation song all the way up until he is called in. the silence rings in his ears until he caves and hits the play button on his phone again, fingers tapping against his thigh in that subtle nervous habit of his. he mutters the lyrics under his breath-- nodding his head to the beat in a self reminder.
heâs pulled out of his focus when seungyoun addresses him, turning to him and blinking quietly. he pauses his music and smiles, âwhat i always think about before evaluations,â he replies with a laugh, before continuing, âthe eval. what are you thinking about?â
by now itâs a given who heâd choose to be his partner for this - seungyounâs feet find junhong easily in the long and crowded halls of trc. Â if he had a choice, he wouldnât choose anyone else and seungyoun is fairly sure that junhong is the same. Â the reality is, they just work too well together not to choose each other. Â itâs what comes of being best friends, then being in love. Â he wonders if anyone at trc has guessed yet. Â
but thatâs not a worry in his mind - the only thoughts that race through him are about this monthâs evaluation and how itâs so similar to things theyâve already done together before. Â so he slides in next to junhong with ease, tilting his head with that too -wide smile. Â â weâre working together this month too, right?â
wide eyes scan the page, pen held loosely between his thumb and index finger as he nibbles on his lower lip. a fist props his chin up on the table, eyes unfocused as he scribbles down random lyrics-- jots down some notes here and there. his mind was focused-- yet unfocused at the same time, like it has been for the past several weeks. but he is immediately aware of the presence that shows up beside him, and he turns his head, not surprised to find seungyoun sitting there.
junhong looks up from his notebook, laying the pen down on the table with a sigh of relief and returning the elderâs wide smile with one of his own. âis that even a question?â he jokes as he closes the book and nods his head, âi would like to.â
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( to: tiff noona~~)
(sms) it has !!! TT TT sorry noona seems we have both been busy(sms) yes!! of course~ should I make it for you hehe(sms) like old times!
they read each other so well - junhongâs body language relaxes completely and seungyoun canât help but sigh and smile. Â his hand finds his hip to tug him closer, the warmth of his boyfriendâs skin making his heart flutter when he nuzzles his nose into his neck. Â junhong is always affectionate in moments like these, where the air around them is warm and heavy - all seungyoun wants to do is show him the same, so he kisses him without words, fingertips trailing up and down his bare sides. Â and when they finally break, seungyounâs thumb presses and rubs down the line of junhongâs chin - his eyes say i love you, his body posture when he sits up says i want you as he, too, takes off his shirt. Â
where junhong is always affectionate, his heart always beats so wildly.
junhong always reacts well-- goosebumps raising on his skin where seungyounâs warming fingertips ghost along his skin. and he kisses back like always, with as much enthusiasm. and in their cramped, shaky foundation of a blanket fort in their modest apartment with the crack in the ceiling-- for the time being junhong doesnât have to worry about anything else in the world. his eyes open slowly, staring at the other boy without a word, not moving an inch as his eyes fix on every single one of seungyounâs movements. and he reaches up once the fabric is gone, hands searching and a bit more insistent as he tugs seungyoun back down again, slim fingers curling into soft strands of hair.
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when junhongâs shoulders slump a little as if relaxed, seungyoun knows just how tense this entire situation has made him, too. Â and he canât think of words to apologize in the right ways, because even though his roommates are sleeping - it doesnât mean that they wonât wake up and hear whatever conversation they have. Â it doesnât mean that they wonât recognize the apologetic words of a lover when they hear them. Â
so instead, he remains quiet about it - slipping back into the darkened room only to grab a pair of shoes and a room key, then back into the hallway with the click of the door behind him.  though they both surely have to hold back from holding hands ( as much as seungyoun hates the fact he has to - ) he takes the moment to touch junhongâs shoulder, squeezing it gently as if to comfort him as much as he can. â you must be the kind of person who canât sleep out of his own bed then.â he nudges his boyfriend with his elbow, eyes flashing teasingly - but his words mean so much more. â wanna go down by the beach? i hear itâs pretty at night.â
junhong waits outside quietly, fingers tapping restlessly against his thigh as he shakes his head to fix his hair, tugs at his hoodie, scratches at his cheek-- before going still again when seungyoun returns. and junhong immediately tucks his hands into his pockets ( he would be too tempted to slip into frequent habits otherwise ), and offers a small smile at seungyoun. ( itâs okay. weâre okay. )Â
and junhong only nods, a smile curling up the corners of his lips as he reminds himself-- friendly, playful, best friends-- and returns the gesture, bumping seungyounâs elbow with his own. âyou seem to be that way too,â he replies quietly, jostling the plastic convenience store bag as they start to walk. âthat sounds great.â
he tugs at his sleeve, his hands covered in pen marks. little ink blots dot the skin, and junhong looks up when the door opens. itâs an odd concept-- junhong canât quite wrap his head around the idea of not performing for an evaluation. but as his eyes meet his coachâs, his expression goes blank and he enters the empty meeting room silently. he noted the slight surprise in the otherâs eyes-- over the fact that junhong had sought him out instead of the company hyung that helped junhong with his lyrics and that junhong often hovered around-- but the air is silent as the taller male follows him in.
and the door clicks shut.
junhong takes a seat without prompting at one of the long tables, his fingers drumming against his thigh as his eyes glance briefly at his coach, who regards him with an easy smile on his face. itâs quite similar to the one he wore when reprimanding the trainee for whining-- for complaining, all those months ago. and the one he wears when scolding junhong for focusing too much in one area-- for not improving in others.
the quiet sound of a throat fills the air as junhong breaks the silence, deciding to get straight to the point.Â
âi... still lack in a lot of areas. i still think my best skill is dancing,â he avoids the trainerâs gaze, so his voice doesnât falter, so he doesnât get distracted, âand my worst is singing,â he continues matter of factly, almost missing the way the coachâs lips quirk up at the corners. âi hope to continue improving at the company, and debuting as a rapper in a group.â
âyour answers seem well rehearsed. but mechanic, dry, and manufactured,â coach says bluntly-- and the way junhong freezes up tell that heâs been caught.
âweâll try that again. your weakest point is...?â
â...taking criticism,â he mutters quietly. he finally looks up and notes the way the elder has been observing him steadily the entire time so far, and has seemed to relax-- and junhong thinks heâs said something right as the coach nods his head in approval, as if to say âbetterâ.
âyouâre officially the oldest trainee, in terms of contract,â he remarks casually, eyes sharp as he stares at junhong, âyou must be feeling insecure. tell me honestly. what are you still doing here? what is your plan, where are you going in this company?â and a charged question hangs heavy in the silence as junhong stares blankly at the table.
why havenât you given up yet?
âi think,â he starts of softly before shaking his head, correcting himself, âiâve been slowing down-- i feel like iâve been stuck in a rut, not regressing but not improving much either. my focus is improving my rap above all else but i still dance when iâm stressed even though youâve told me not to but i--â he pauses, hands clasped together as he gnaws at his lip before he finally looks up.
âi still have a lot to show. to you, to sajangnim, to the company-- and to the world. iâm gonna stand on the stage,â heâs sat up straighter, and though still quiet, his voice wavers less.