“Last time I dropped you on purpose,” He thought it was obvious that he didn’t want her stickers with the very bold, very bright reminder on his shirt that he was a zombie in this game and he was supposed to be chasing her around. ( even though some of the stickers were really cute, and maybe he wanted them a little, she couldn’t bribe him a little better than that? )  “Or do you not remember trying to cripple me?” Hansol breathes in, wishing that he had picked up that zombie sweatshirt instead when a particularly cold breeze passes through and he tenses his arms as if it would keep him any warmer.

 He should have just ignored her, –the cameras that were following them all around had already caught him smacking the back of the neck of a non-participant ( apparently a friend of one of the main cast holding onto a giant inflatable baseball bat had it coming to her standing in broad daylight like that, ) and despite her immediate gushing afterward, he still felt the pain of embarrassment making him want to sink through the cement and forget all about this game after all. 

With Angel? She was wearing the same kind of flouncy outfit as the last time he had tried piggybacking her up a hill with an excuse that her high heeled-shoes and gravel weren’t a match made in heaven. She was wearing some skirt last time too, – something he was used to seeing them wear on stage with just the right amount of skimpy and cute to make his dick stir a little. But he was being courteous then, carrying her more than half-way up and trying to save her from leaning in too close by mentioning that he could feel her panties underneath. “Still got the scar? Starshaped?” he can’t help the laugh that bubbled up from the back of his throat, and shoving his hands in his pocket does he begin to remember the throb of her heel against his kneecap. Yeah no, he wouldn’t want a repeat, not when he had to suspend most of his energy trying to catch people, especially when he was already over it. 

the mirage headquarters were almost dead at night. or so it seemed, as all of the trainees seemed to have vanished into the floors and walls of the building. the only room alive was the particular one that glowed white and yellow, illuminating the long hallway leading to it. maybe because it seemed as the only welcoming room in the building, maybe because notes that slipped past that small crack between the door and the floor and mixed into a melody had suah’s feel moving on their own accord towards it. she was drawn to the glow like a mosquito. 

around seven short strides later she was opening the door boldly and leaning forward only to scan the room for a presence. “hello?” speaking to what seemed to be four walls empty, she moved further into the bright area. suah quickly found her initial thought of someone simply forgetting to turn the music and the lights off wrong, since with every step it was more and more obvious that there was a presence sitting around the corner – someone who used to be rather familiar before the debuts and the busy schedules. “hansol?” 

suah wasn’t sure whether she was intruding or not, or whether the fact that she sat down in front of him without an invitation wasn’t too much of her. they were friends at some point of their lives. though, the same fact that they were but not are made her feel uneasy, as there was no recollection of how to approach and speak him in her mind. “isn’t it a bit late to hang out here?” a smile cracked, a look around the room was the best she could do.

These days dance and memorizing the choreography had become a priority, and he would have to choose it over and over again if he were to continue to grow and mature in a group where dance had been incorporated into their lives much longer than in his own. He could have fun some days, --blasting some feverish girl-group song, so catchy and many times more difficult than others he’s seen in his lifetime. These new upcoming girl-groups, they were coming after the men with their cute painted nails and vibrant skin tight shorts with a vengeance. It almost made his heart quiver whenever the thought would cross his mind. However fun like that for Hansol was rare without his group mates to give him a proper push outside his boundaries. Alone on nights like these, he could only ever fall into routine; and as difficult and mind numbing as it was, it was what life had become for most idols that had been around for as long as Mystery6. 

Her presence goes unnoticed for a moment,--she’s small, and her footsteps are light, -- possibly drowned out by the sound coming from the small radio that repeats the unplugged version of the song they’re currently working on. He works on his hip movement, trying to get them in sync with his arms and the subtle change from a harsh snap to a soft; gentle, sway would prove to be difficult without the company of a second body to get that perfect angle. When he does notice her, he’s surprised--covering his sweaty face with the palm of his hand. Glass covered both the walls and ceiling and with two entrances; if one weren’t accustomed to such a room, they would have thought that they were seeing double at first sight. He was surprised that he hadn’t noticed her despite using the room more often these days--more so embarrassed that it was an 후배 that he hadn’t seen in quite some time despite being label mates. 

“Su-ah,” he smiles, combing his fingers through his hair and dipping his chin subtly before rubbing a thumb under his eye. “Yeah, it’s late, -- but you’re here too,” his voice quiets a bit when he finds that her gaze leaves him to travel the room instead. “Did you come here for me to play for you?” he assumes, clearing his throat a bit and reaching down to turn off the radio at his feet. It was only when Hansol was nearly drained that he would ever decide to touch the fall-board of the piano that sat in the far corner of that large practice room opposite him. He couldn’t touch that composition piece despite the want to finish or the desire to drown himself in some melodic and lyrical coma until his body would come down from the high. Some weeks out of the year, Mirage would give that to them though, --spoon feed them extra time to appease their contracts; their worried, exhausted, parents and home towns. And while they were grateful, --it could never be enough, and they could never re-integrate so quickly in such sparse of a time. He could play for her, after all, it was the least he could do after falling off the map with her for so long.

And Hansol had thought that this was going to end up more of a pain than what it was worth. The line to get the t-shirts, the buckets of water bottles that left a stale taste in his mouth after being left out in the hot sun for too long, and then there was the crusty bag of peanuts they were given with little brains drawn on them. ( which didn’t make him want them any more just because he was a zombie,) He thought it was going to be a literal train wreck, but he couldn’t just sit there when their company was being so lenient ( and he did get a free t-shirt and a trip out of this so he’d keep his complaining for after he caught some of the main cast. ) 

“You must really hate winning,” luckily enough for Haesoo, there was still the fact that Hansol couldn’t right out capture him without his that logo being shown from the gate. How he would have loved to invade some personal space, hurt some of that pride after Haesoo would learn that he’d already lost before the first hour of the event had even ended. But Hansol wanted to hurt more than just that pride, he wanted to make it cut just a little deeper, -rub salt in the wound, when he’d hunt him down fair and square. 

resume! and profile! are now live. the resume has two parts, personal canon discography and then hansol’s discography with mystery6!  

the personal discography includes active links to performances, studio music videos, as well as episodes from any show/contest/feature that he had made an appearance. 

the mystery6 discography includes full album, official music video as well as dance practices. 

links that are crossed out  are secret, shh, didn’t promote yet, hush hush links.

edit: also guys if we haven’t plotted yet and you want to, hit me up! let me know, i’ll come at you like wildfire!  if you’re too shy to come to me, you could always start with anons to see if our muses mesh well or even send in a meme that i reblog,  i’m always accepting, so no worries.  🌵

BOLD what applies to your muse

⟨ BODY ⟩

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Toned thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thigh brows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Narrow shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

⟨ HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet ) ⟩

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 172 cm. 173 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

⟨ SKIN ⟩

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

⟨ EYES ⟩

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

⟨ HAIR ⟩

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Buzz cut. Undercut. Bald. A bit below the jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Orange blonde. Golden blonde. Redhead. Dirty blonde. Blondette. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Copper. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

⟨ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ⟩

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angelbites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). Hip Piercings. No piercing.

⟨ COSMETICS ⟩

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. 

⟨ SCENT ⟩

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Alcohol. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood.

⟨ CLOTHES ⟩

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports tshirt. Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts.Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors.

⟨ SHOES ⟩

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Barefeet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

( ‘ He can’t help but to smile when that familiar voice calls out to him once again. It’s one of those things that makes him truly feel as though he’s living the life of an idol that even his stare had become something that they would call so painful. Surprisingly, he feels a bit of a shock, and a swimming embarrassment rise to his cheeks this go around. She was just so good at stealing away his attention in those fleeting moments and with that, his ability to know what to say, that the only thing he could really do was hide his bubbling smile. )  y-yah, how could i forget ! 

하나 : from @rytsangmin

둘 : accepting !

The first time Kwon Sangmin and Yoo Hansol meet, they exchange glances. Hansol sits impeccably still when the coordi-noona uses a pencil to darken his brows from a light auburn to a midnight blue in order to reflect the purple flashing lights that would sub sequentially drown out his features if a hand were too soft.  He could feel the adrenaline rush peppering kisses of electricity through the hands he held tight in his lap. It wasn’t the performance he would remember, but the sting of electric before and the sweat and the drum of his heartbeat after. But her hands were shaking with what could possibly have been her own anxiety. Hansol looks up, and in that moment, –just past the tip of the stiff angle brush, the cold chill of a glare is shot from a man standing in the doorway. Hansol hadn’t the time to find out if it were a look meant for him, before a taller shoo’s the other in the opposite direction. 

He watches for the first time G-Zer0 live and in person. Seoul Gayo,– his group members ( a few already self proclaimed fans ) tap his shoulder to pay attention to the stage. As he watches, intently, the intro ( the voice ) is something deeply familiar and rooted in his memory. After both ‘Blood, Sweat, and Tears’ and ‘Fire’ had unfolded,  He realizes that the same icy exterior was the same impression that left him curious. Left with the thought of what Sangmin , a man that seemed quite put together and just as reserved stepping down from the stage, would look like crying; he wondered also who were the members of G-Zer0 really, and why had their sound felt achingly familiar?

@rythansol :

【 ◈ 】⑆ Music blared in half on headphones as the vocalist laid in his leader’s bed, happy for the member to be out and about somewhere else where Dohyun could claim the warm and comfortable bed for his own in secret. Fuzzy warm white socks nuzzling little piggies bracing against that wall followed by denim-clothed legs as the expanse of them trailed slender and long down the wall.

His unaware host proved to be most welcoming as he’d help himself to hidden snacks and drinks. Maybe he’d blame the chips within his grasp on the maknae if the leader wonders who got into his stash… a faint chuckle escaping the male as fingers tapped quickly too the screen of his phone for the dreaded flappy bullshit of a game. The soles of his feet thudding hard to the wall in time with the beat of his tunes. This game sucked and yet he felt addicted, that body wiggling with a bit too much energy as another track started it’s intro and lead into verse one, an idea dawning on the singer as with an evil smirk he’d back out of that screen to pull up another game. Voice-activated Flappy. “CHEER UP BABY. CHEERY UP BABY. 좀 더 힘을 내 “ The words fell from his lips in more of a scream than a melody as he actually pushed himself off key. “ That grip tightening around his phone as that slender but built body bounced along the mattress in attempts to follow along with whatever choreography he’d memorized with some fun ad-libs, “Just get it together and then baby cheer Uppp!” Fuck he lost, those hands pulling the phone closer to his mouth as he started straight up screaming just to get the bird across this tiny ass gorge… damn these game creators.⑉

It wasn’t extremely often that Hansol would be completely awake around this time of the night. Where getting any rest was difficult in it’s own right, finding a peaceful moment was a different story. He’d more often than not find himself falling asleep in the strangest places. Most times it was on shoulders or zoning out during performances that despite being loud and crowded; the comfort of his group members surrounding him allowed him to become complacent. Today was one of those days where he was tired enough to slip into the quilted padding of the room’s desktop chair instead of straight to the shower to scrub off the sweat of a busy day. 

Instead of sleeping however, Hansol finds himself doing a few searches on Train to Busan, --knowing that their next promotion for Hades will end up clashing with the premiere for the movie. Unable to find the time to make it and see the first viewing in support for a few of the actresses he did quite enjoy watching, he had felt the tug of disappointment on his heartstrings. 

He didn’t know when the irritation began, or rather, when he had started looking up the likeliness of Nam Euntae to Anri Suzuki and finding himself irritated not even halfway through Suzuki removing her tan trench to reveal her white fishnet stockings and classic bright red harness bra. It was an annoyance that he couldn’t ignore past that initial two minute fourty second mark that he could when the banging of feet against the wall began, and that was when Bliss’ Cheer Up, the screeching version, had started. 

Dohyun would find the perfect time; just the right moment to screw with him. It was something he didn’t understand, -- just how one could come up with the amount of energy to be so loud and offkey, and right after having gone through the same wringer that he and the rest of their group mates had suffered through not even two hours ago. Paired with a scheduled practice that he himself would succumb to in only another three hours from right then, Hansol couldn’t grasp any ounce of understanding. 

하나 : from @rytkyeo

둘 : accepting !

Hansol remembers Yong SeongKyeo primarily as number six.  여섯 had been the sixth to date Hansol that spring; the first to successfully thread fingers with the junior, and the first male to be seen with him. Yoo Hansol was the man who would only accept confessions during his free period. ( also known as: the time between earning his red belt and swim team prep before the summer months with a schedule that would be filled with soccer and a nationalist’s anxiety. ) SeongKyeo was a short and stocky freshman at the time, and compared to Hansol who seemed to be finally growing out of his own baby fat and standing taller, Kyeo’s cheeks were a soft plump and ruddy pink, with a deeper voice than his peers to boot. It was inevitable that they became the talk of their classmates quickly after they had been spotted with interlaced hands first near the footlockers, and again between their third and fourth period classes the same day. However, what would stain Kyeo during his next three years in that school, couldn’t touch the junior who would only become distant with test prep and evaluations in his senior year.

Unexpectedly, Hansol was the one to ask Kyeo out. He had been with men before, if not only to satiate the hormones that were spiraling and the volcanic anger that was not eased with any breathing techniques shoved down his throat. He couldn’t be rough with a woman,–not then, not when his mother would smile with a sweetness only a bloody lip could yank out of her in those days. Kyeo would be the blank slate he would paint over with the bleeding purples and crackling yellows of his inner turbulence. In those few short dissolving moments with Kyeo, Hansol discovered that being ‘mean’ felt good.

TAGGING: @rytrihwan​ @rythaesoo @rytara @rytangel​  ( & whoever wants to do it;

1.  박효신_숨

2. 나얼_ 바람기억

3.  에일리_heaven

4. 보아_only one

5. mystery6_on and on

6.  지코_bermuda triangle

7. re-FUSE_꿈

8. the weeknd_montreal

9. 슬리피_ 바디로션

10. mystery6_ 기적

Bonus. solar_ 픗사랑