#fmdrocket

Even after all these years, it was still weird to have so many people, especially complete strangers, know that it was his birthday. It was still odd to wake up to thousands of comments flooding his social media, wishing him a happy birthday and sending him fan art and other things as gifts. He of course, after having it checked out, kept all gifts that were sent to them. They weren’t sent to Knight’s dorm for safety reasons, so fans sent them to BC’s headquarters, and Trevor would go pick them up sometime during the day. 

He held an armful of gifts, glancing around the stack of presents so he could watch where he was going, before he felt something bump against his foot. The slight blockage in his path made him stumble, and he dropped the gifts he was holding. “Fucking..” He trailed off, cursing under his breath in English as he bent down to collect his things. He glanced up when he saw a pair of approaching feet in his peripheral. “Did you come to lend a hand? I could use it,” he joked, glancing up at her.

          he collected all of his items, making sure that all of his own materials he had was with him. these were the things that he always managed to carry with him, a planner filled with all the things that he needed to do, another notebook filled with ideas and songwriting notes, and a notebook that he wrote his songs in. this was just how he worked, preferring to write things down by hand instead of on a phone or a laptop. that was just the way he worked best, he was sure some people preferred the latter. there was just something where his fingers preferred to flow lyrics out onto paper with fresh ink. he picks everything from off the table, before he’s off. 

➳ @fmdrocket 

face hidden under the shadows of a black cap, kit scans the list of titles above the ticket kiosk. most of the movies don’t leave a lasting impression, nor call out to him. a few, however, manage to spark a sliver of fascination. the foreigner. as a fan of jackie chan since he was a meddlesome young boy, the new film caught his eyes. the next is the lego ninjago movie. animation. lego. and ninjas? sign kit up. 

- was never into kpop but once she became a trainee and heard rocket rapping she immediately took her on as her one and only god

- thought she was going to cry the first time she met her but proceeded to flirt with her instead and got rejected miserably. 

- still harbors a baby crush. her heart flutters a little each time she sees rocket on tv. 

It was times like these where Samsoo was thankful that languages were relatively easy for him to pick up. Being told that Unity was going to be one of the performers for the Hallyu Concert was a big deal, and he shared his group mates’ excitement for the performances. He’d just finished sound check and was heading back to the dressing room he shared with his group members, before he took a short detour to use the restroom. After exiting the restroom, he got a little lost on his way back to the dressing room, and walked into what he thought was it, but ended up not being the one he was supposed to be in. “Oh, I’m sorry.” He bowed slightly, before picking up his head. “I thought this was my dressing room..” He was just glad he hadn’t walked in on anyone getting dressed.

      it was a little odd for the two to be currently sat where the event that occurred all those years again happened all those years ago. but, it was something that they never spoke about again, but it was always something that lingered in the back of namjoon’s mind every time he passed the said spot. it left a bit of what ifs to the about sixteen year namjoon that would sometimes pop into his head. but nonetheless, he pushed it aside, since it was just a fond little memory that sat there.