#chanmirk

( msg : 찬 ) ah, do you have the same kind of thing as trc? i heard whispers~ ( msg : 찬 ) we are doing dance for the evals~ haha. im going to die. ( msg : 찬 ) but yes~ it’s time for my cousin to show her talent. ^^~~ ( msg : 찬 ) my parents would buy presents a year in advanced if they could~ ( msg : 찬 ) chan, you know i can’t dance, let alone cutely. haha. wrong tree~ ( msg : 찬 ) do you have to dance to cute songs?~~ ( msg : 찬 ) what songs are they? ( msg : 찬 ) you’re probably like two of mine, at least. haha. ^^

prepare to see some of my favourite hoobae’s skills~ chanmi-yah, has all the moves~~  ㅋㅋ

There was a flickered glance over his phone, before he shoved it roughly back into his pocket and looked over at the younger trainee with him. They were on the hunt for pirates, of the royal variety -- to which, Joonyoung had the inside connection. A smile on his lips as he nodded his head, as if he knew something she didn’t. “I’ll get us in--Moon-hyung--he adores this hoobae,” Joonyoung promised Chanim, as his hands patted to his chest and he held out his phone again, glancing over the lit screen before tucked it away again. He was obviously impatient for a reply -- one from Moon on where they would be playing so he could take Chanmi there. His gaze drifted around Hongdae, wondering if he could guess and be correct -- he was usually pretty lucky. Decently enough. Things worked out for him. His shoulders shrugged up to his shoulders, leather jacket and beanie on his head; dressed in a state that was made to get noticed. The male didn’t much care, he was with Chanmi; it was a good sight for the two trainees to appear well and friend, and in support of their sunbaes. In Joonyoungs mind at least. When his phone finally buzzed, he smiled, a flicker over the destination and he replied back warmly. “Come on, it’s this way~” Joonyoung asserted, immediately taking steps; they weren’t too far off, proof of that being the people that were clearly whispering and heading in that area. Word spread quickly. 

going to see sunbae-nims with favourite hoobae~ chanmi-yah~~~ ㅋㅋㅋㅋ [outjoon.img.55462]

A giggle came from the girl next to him, Joonyoung’s hues darted over to her table. The map of world pasted from corner to corner in the screen, and his gaze flickered to the small piece, the tiny clay man that sat on the floor by her feet. Fallen off, knocked off, dropped aside. “What are you doing?” He hissed, low to avoid the teachers gaze as she explained the class. World history. Earth history. For god’s in training. Every one around them was someone, the problem was being important to the world below. To Earth. Joonyoung swore he would be more known than Zeus one day, and Chanmi would tell him that she was going to more beloved than Artemis. That’s how they were, in the back of class. Whether it was history, the importance of myth writing or the hassle of physical education — they cared more about who they were going to be one day instead of given the attention to the present that was supposed to lead them there."Who is that?" Joonyoung asked, hand rubbing his nose to hid the movement of his lips and his gaze flickered from the person on the floor to his own screen. Focused on the beaches, on the girls in bikini’s he said were going to worship him one day. Even if worshiping deities was out of fashion in the 21st century, the gods in progresses had ideas for how they would return to the eye of the modern world below them. "Columbus," Chanmi responded, in the same hushed tone as he fingers grazed over the screen, dragging over the countries and zooming in to watch the aftermath. Joonyoung’s attention concentrated on her screen as he watched the world continue to grow and be with one man taken from the world. One man dropped off. Playing with the course of history was a lesson in reality, which evil was necessary and which was not. For the two students in the back, it was more the amusement of seeing what would happen if they selected one important person or another, and merely, removed them from the face of the world. "Balance, Chanmi. Remember. Rule 3. Balance, how are you going to balance it out?" He questioned her, one hand clasped on the edge of her table as he leaned over more. Intrigued by how she would even out the removal of Columbus from the world. As far as he could tell, it would set the world back for years and as much as he wanted to see how she would correct it — it amused him just as much to wonder how much more damage she could do in this little game of theirs. If he were honest and he was most days, messing with the world, destroying it, priming it to collapse in on itself was thrilling. Amusing, even. His lips curled into a smile as he watched Chanmi’s fingers darted across the surface, planted new people, new animals, new devices to sway the direction of history.                           “Is killing millions of people that funny, Joonyoung?”                                                      ”Yeah, look — a war.”When someone nudged him, his chocolate hues rose to meet the stern look of their teacher, of the woman who has asked him the question and who spent most lessons asserting the fact that being a god was not about fun. It was a responsibility. A heavy balance of good and evil, of life and death, of right and wrong. “A war is fun?” She questioned, a questioning and scolding looking on her features as she glanced between both Joonyoung and Chanmi. The younger girl soon saying that she wasn’t trying to create a war, she only wanted to see if someone would rise up in Columbus’s place in the world. A test of human invention. Which would have swayed the teacher, if Joonyoung hadn’t laughed as she finished her detailed explanation and caused her to lose the concerned look. The enforcement of detention didn’t bother Joonyoung, whose gaze drifted to Chanmi more than once in the bare room; a connected look eliciting embarrassed giggles from here and amused chuckles from his.                                                                             “—you can both double your detention.”

Those who are performing at Joonyoung's party can post their performance solo's now.                                                   rkyumyum, chanmirk, rkjjong, rktiffxny

           SUNDAY, 22ND FEB, 2015                       [ chanmirk ] When he met Chanmi, Guitar had only had been a puppy. Now the creamy Jindo was reaching her full size, bouncing at the end of the leash that Joonyoung had wrapped around his wrist. A bright grin on Joonyoung's lips as he crouched down, fingers pulling at the leash until his energetic dog turned with her tail wagging and then barreled into him. Joonyoung's arms settled around affectionately as the rough tongue of Guitar's met his skin messily and caused his features to crinkle up. "Guitar, Guitar~ Listen to me~" Joonyoung spoke with little authority, but more whined desperation as he turned his head back and forth to keep the animals tongue from his skin and failing. "Chanmi is coming~ Chanmi-yah~ Remember Mimi? She's your friend~" Joonyoung talked to his dog as if she were his child, hands curled and patting her, despite having his face crinkled and eyes squeezed shut at her attacks of affection. It was only when Guitar barked against his ear that he flinched away from her, hand digging into his pocket to check the time. It was a little late on a Sunday, around seven at night, but there was no other time to do such a thing. When Guitar was nuzzling under his arm, he began to roughly scratch her sides and tuck his phone away. "You have to be good, she'll be here soon~"