BLUE MOON

it’s honestly some weird twist of fate, right? wrong. it can’t be a mere coincidence. within his first month of becoming an mc for a spop channel segmant, the guests happen to be convex members. talk about yikes. half the time, minho is convinced they’re not allowed to mention him in interviews or anything public really. to cross paths like this? more directly than the brief cross-interaction during the mgas where they at least stood on the same stage again, he can’t wrap his mind around a single centimeter— no, millimeter even— of it. 

thankfully, he has two co-hosts to bounce ideas off of, to rely on, because, truth be told, when left on his own minho just might digress so much that the guests never get to try the drinks. alright, a bit of an exaggeration but, hey, it is him after all. after the first day of learning of the segment he was going to be part of, he went deep into the black hole of just what is a drink.

the amount of mapping out ideas he’s done for this eval is beyond most that he’s done in the past, even those he’s written his own raps to. he just doesn’t get it. a theme he struggles with out of the sheer fact that he can’t decide on a single trait, on one he thinks represents the sign, or him or anything other than a whim, really. if he wants to pick a certain song and mold it to fit one of the supposed traits— which can vary, sometimes drastically, depending on the source he looks at and who the hell knows what is or isn’t a reliable source anyway— couldn’t he essentially do anything? 

when he hears of the theme or topic— he never knows what to call it— for the month’s evaluations, he wonders if it’s because of the trendiness of astrology lately with all the retrogrades or whatever his sister told him about going on this year or as a test of their creativity, of their ability to interpret and perform. either way, he has no clue where to begin other than research, something he’s never been that good at from a young age. no matter how much he’s researched, how much he wants to improve, he tends to lose focus early on, would much rather experience or talk things out than read about them so he does ask his sister who laughs at him and asks if he even knows what sign he is— which he does, thank you very much. 

rkpcy​:

“of course i’m great at this, i’m great at everything,” he says, his faux confidence on full display. he continues to photograph minho in probably the worst way possible, arms moving way too fast, angles way too high and low, close and far. honestly, he’s not even looking at the screen of his phone at this point, and he’s sure he has way too many photos of minho in his camera roll, but does it really matter in the end? (maybe a little bit, he’ll have to go through and delete at least some of them later, just so he can save some space on his phone.) “you can call me vincent van photograph.”

he grins at his own pun, finally putting his arms down because they’ve grown a bit tired both from the way he’d been moving them and with how long he’d been holding the camera up. he’s already lost track of how long he’s been doing it. “if you can afford me, i’m all yours,” he says cheekily, finding his way to the floor, crossing his legs in front of him as he navigates his phone to view all the photos he’d taken.

as expected, most of them have come out blurry and unusable, some of them missing minho completely, shots of the ceiling, the floor, and the wall interspersed among the others. to his surprise, though, a few of them have come out okay looking at least, and he can’t help but laugh at this unexpected out come. it only goes to prove that old saying—even a broken clock is right twice a day. “bro, you’re either super photogenic or i’m really a genius photographer. am i going into the wrong profession?”

"you’re right! how could i forget?” he scoffs, hand on his chest as if unable to fathom how he’d lost faith, even if only for a fleeting second. course chanyeol’s great at everything, minho knows that well. after all, they’re both the best at this whole ‘bravado’ thing. he doesn’t even care if that’s the right word for it or not. “you know, i don’t think he’d be very fond of this art medium but, uh, wait, his art is more, uh...” how offensive is it if minho calls it blurry? moderate or very? because he admits it looks pretty nice but there’s no denying it’s not particular about fine details. the image of it gives him more of a ‘bigger picture’ type of vibe. 

“you’re kidding right? aw, come on, where’s that t-rex discount? you know, or like... a bruce discount. since you’re a special unicorn and all,” he snickers, still adamant that bruce was a weird unicorn name but there’s that one viral video with charlie and unicorns, right? damn, he got tired of that joke so quickly. he doesn’t know what’s worse, the unicorn one or the kid who bit his brother’s finger. 

rkpcy​:

he can’t help but laugh at minho’s overly dramatic reaction to his words. it’s true that they’re always hyping each other up to the point that many people seem to question the nature of their relationship, but as far as he’s concerned there’s also nothing wrong with a little teasing between friends either, even if it does happen only once in a blue moon. “i think you’re forgetting that hanzo isn’t exactly considered a cool hero in the overwatch community,” he says with another laugh. he can’t recall all the times he’s been called a ‘hanzo main’ by people in game chat and over voice as an insult. “but if you’re gonna be a villain, i think loki suits you best. isn’t he considered sexy by the general public? then again, there are people who think thanos is sexy, too…”

his voice trails off, brow furrowing in worry for those people, but he shakes it off with a grin, reaching out for his friend’s arm and latching on as he bats his eyelashes at him. “you doubted me?” he asks in his best whiny girlfriend voice, shaking his shoulders like those girls in dramas. “how could you!”

his smile slowly grows into a mischievous grin before melting into his clueless expression, eyes widening before he speaks. “but at least your three are awake and working!” he says, feigning exasperation. he rolls his eyes up as if he’s trying to roll them back far enough that he could look into his brain and see the cells inside. “out of the two that i have, one’s in a coma, and the other is always asleep. no condition or anything, he just likes to sleep. if he’s not sleeping then he’s making music, but he never actually finishes a song to his own liking.” it’s a jab at his own habits, funny because it’s true. “we gotta find someone else to borrow more cells from.”

"what do you mean hanzo isn’t considered a cool hero? sounds fake to me.” besides, he didn’t ask the overwatch community what’s cool. he knows exactly why people don’t like hanzo mains but he’s got nothing to say as a junkrat main, even if that choice was largely fueled by the fact that they’re both aussies. gotta represent after all. “hold up, did you just say loki like i’m not better suited for thor? come on, i could totally rock a hammer. ha, get it. rock a hammer.” but he damn near shudders at the thought of thanos being sexy. that’s just gotta be some hardcore josh brolin fans right? people into aliens, purple? a man— er, alien that’s into extremes? because it’s a pretty extreme solution to overpopulation and lack of resources. 

“i’d say if i had some kind of brother complex, hell yeah i’m down to be loki but those horns? the green? i think you’d look better in that than me. besides, the whole horn thing is better on maleficent these days, yeah? angelina jolie looks incredible.” not his favorite movie with her but pretty good. rolling his eyes, he tries to pinpoint why this whiny behavior seems familiar and it dawns on him with a laugh. right. the dramatic girlfriend in movies and dramas. something like that. he’s glad naeun doesn’t even tease him with things like that but something like doubt doesn’t exist that easily between them. he doesn’t believe so. 

          he didn’t know what he expected once the results came out but he can say this much— he didn’t think his name would be among those who made it. if anything, he expected chanyeol again, knew his friend deserved it and everything else in between. but seeing his name alongside another trainee’s. because heck yeah he even gets a partner out of all of it, is awe-inspiring. 

flower party

she feels a little out of place here, and while everyone is loud and bright and having fun at this party, she’s thinking about how she wants to go home and take a nap. being around so many people was never really her vibe, and she would rather be sitting at home with heejin, eating a bag of chips and watching a drama while doing her ab exercises. she suddenly remembers that she might not have all that long with her best friend living with her anymore, and the thought makes her a little sad.

yeji is taken out of her thoughts by a voice next to her, and she looks up to see minho, smiling gratefully at the familiar face. “minho! hi!” her eyes go immediately to the lei that he has, gesturing it to it casually. “i didn’t know you were a lei kind of person, but it’s a good look!”

“me?” she laughs, waving it off. “i don’t know, i think it suits you though. it’s like a juxtaposition of soft and manly.” she doesn’t really know what she’s saying, but it does fit him more admittedly than she would have expected. “i don’t want to ruin your vibe!”

"what does being a ‘lei’ person mean? but, hey, i am from down under. continent and an island. i should feel right at home here, right?” in the end, it’s more so the party vibe that he’s used to than any stereotypical island themes. from tiki huts to drinks in fake coconuts, he’s lived through a lot of it when his mother had a fondness for it. now that he’s older, he thinks she must’ve done it to embarrass him and his siblings. didn’t work but it was fun to do that kind of thing, fun to not care about image or this and that. 

wanting to be an idol, he wonders if that’s possible anymore. “i’m glad it’s a good look. here’s hoping i get a beach concept if i debut again, right?” laughing at the contrast of soft and manly, he grins at the notion of coming off as manly. most of the time, he considers himself a clown and that’s why he’d gone along with that idea for so long, hide his own feelings with jokes. a classic comedian trick, isn’t it? 

BIG_MAC                                                            2 MIN

he isn’t too sure of how he got one on his own. in passing makes sense but you’d think he’d remember when someone handed him a lei. did he accept one earlier? did he take it from chanyeol who got it somehow? yeah, that seems most likely to be honest. either way, the colorful flowers of the lei are more realistic than the ones he used to see as a kid. looks fancier too and odds are he shouldn’t just randomly have it. hell, he wonders if someone brought it in particular for someone else. 

if he could, he would’ve done that for naeun but distance is needed and he can’t risk it as much as he did before, not when he got tied to a royal girl before and it hits a little too close to home. 

* unicorn lake ,

he’s still chuckling even as he struggles to swim toward the edge of the pool again, arm wrapped around the unicorn’s neck. he may have majestically failed getting on the first time, but even if he has to stay there all night, he’s going to get onto this raft and enjoy his time feeling like pool royalty. he’s sure all it’s going to take is another good college try, but when it comes to things like this, you just never know. he’s seen enough videos online to know that much, at least.

“brain cells?” he says as he briefly lets go of the unicorn to hoist himself up and out of the water, turning so he sits at the pool’s edge. “when have i ever needed those?” he grins from ear to ear, indeed the perfect picture of acting before he has a chance to think. it’s how he’s always lived his life, and he doesn’t see a need to change now, especially when it’s brought him so many good things so far. he honestly doesn’t see anything in his life worth complaining about (though he does wish a debut would come sooner than later).

“here, why don’t you lend me your hands instead,” he says, pulling the unicorn toward him, bringing it as close to the edge as possible. it’s at his point that he notices a little pocket in the raft, a place to put a drink, probably. he contemplates going to grab a juice or something just so he can place one in there, but it’s probably better to learn how to get on it first; wouldn’t want to get juice all up in the pool, after all. “can you hold bruce—that’s his name, bruce—while i try to get on? he’s a slippery one, you know.”

“seriously, where did you even get this thing?” he’s been staring at it the entire time because are these easily found everywhere? he can’t even imagine where chanyeol bought it and if he bought it online, just how long ago did he prepare this? but it is chanyeol after all and minho knows you gotta be prepared to be feel unprepared around the gentle giant. expect to be surprised, is another way to put it.

“wow, you’ve forgotten asking me to lend you a few huh? really are missing some,” he jokes, wiggling his brows and sitting at the pool’s edge once chanyeol climbs up to do the same. 

“oh, you can borrow my hands for whatever you want anytime,” he manages to not snicker for at least three second. doesn’t even wiggle his brows this time and had somewhat of a straight face. “oh, that’s what you want. how about... i’ll help you with bruce— not a very unicorn name if you ask me— if i get a a turn later. deal?”