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Nobody knows how hard we fought to get this far. Everything we’ve struggled against, all the tears we’ve shed, how much we’ve bled. But one day, they’re gonna know that we made it.

Cries several rivers because this is so bad and I had such wonderful plans for this OTL. But!

Happy birthday to the dork twins; Shino and Tali! Aka, our very own @rkars and @jacksonxrk. I love you both and (all) your boys so much, I hope we’ll be able to interact even more next year IC~

Shino; I know I yell and you and we insult each other at least once a day, but I love you so much. You’re one of my best friends and I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you for always being there and making me laugh. ...And getting me into the hell that is K-Pop. (Stop insulting my height though, brat)

               MGA season 4 episode 2

Contestant #4026 Choi Youngjae You, Clouds, Rain by Heize { 00:00-01:30 } Portrayed skill: Singing Outfit

When he had signed up, he hadn’t exactly anticipated actually making it through the first round of auditions. In Youngjae’s perspective he had done quite well sabotaging himself, but apparently swearing on camera hadn’t been good enough, and it was already too late. He had already appeared on television. Fortunately not a lot of his classmates had his phone number, but the few who did had chimed him down and the past week at campus had been hell. In between strangers hitting him up for being the one on TV as well as acquaintances bugging him about never telling them he could sing, Youngjae hoped it would blow over quickly and everyone would just forget about this whole nightmare and let it pass as a joke. It wasn’t like he was going to pass the second round after all.

A part of him did wonder though. This place was full of people of many talents, so how far could someone like him who didn’t even want to be here go? If he got eliminated in the first batch, he couldn’t care less, but now that he had made it this far, watching someone else get tossed out in his place somehow seemed like it would be very amusing. Even if his appearance had been brief, he didn’t want to appear in the first place, and since that was already too late, Youngjae was playing with the idea of going all out after all. But it wasn’t like he had many practical skills in this line of business. He couldn’t dance or rap and he wasn’t exactly a prince charming in any way. He just had his song, and he was going to sing his heart out if it was the last thing he did.

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December 24, evening

{{ cw: Alcohol }}

School was out for the year, and that should have been the end of it and the start of his days of lazing about and do whatever the hell he wanted to whenever the hell he wanted to. Not that his plans usually consisted of much else but sitting by the kotatsu and trying not to freeze to death around this time of the year, but it was a principle he still treasured in some way -- the time alone and the freedom. Not in his wildest imagination had Youngjae thought that his Christmas would be stolen away so mercilessly for some random performance he didn’t give two shits about. Forcing him back on stage for some fucked up show and putting him in a situation where he was at such a disadvantage that he was bound to make a fool of himself had put him in a sour mood and thus the only thing he could do to vent his frustrations was summon one of the few people who actually might just wish to hang out with him during the days of festivity. 

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     honestly. 

     it’s no wonder that jinyoung is always saying he’s going to kill yugyeom one day. it’s no one the older is always bemoaning the fact his roommate is the most exhausting person. and yugyeom always takes so much pride in being the cause of this complaints. he loves getting on the nerves of his hyungs. all of them, it’s so much fun to pester them so. and a lot of the time, yugyeom doesn’t really know where to draw the line-- ( luckily, jinyoung has managed to get him to learn that jokes can go to far ) --but he is learning that he can’t always cause mayhem. 

     that does not apply right now. the dancer having spotted one of the hyungs he loves pestering the most up ahead of him. now, he could be normal. call his hyungs name, and wave at him like most people would. he could even run up and tap his shoulder lightly. but no, yugyeom has a whole other idea in mind currently. a grin forming on his face as he takes off in almost a full sprint. towards the older. there is no warning given as yugyeom all but launches himself off the ground and latches onto the older’s back. laughter bubbling from his throat the whole time. 

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     the weekends use to be full of activity for the teen. he’d meet up with hyojeong most times, or with his hyungs from orion, or even just be skateboarding on his own around the area or around hongdae. just to get out of the house and do something. he might come off as a lazy teen but hyunjoon isn’t actually all that lazy. he enjoys being active and doing things, sure sometimes it’s nice to just do nothing and relax but typically he rather be doing something. and right now it was hard to do anything. it’s very frustrating. 

       plus the fact his mom had to go to work and jaewon was at the hospital for another check up with their grandparents, leaving hyunjoon alone. he thought about messaging hyojeong but he kind of felt bad for how much he was asking her to do things for him recently. given, he has a good excuse currently and he doesnt think his best friend would hold any of this against him but still. 

If there's something strange in you neighborhood,            Who you gonna call?

                Ghostbusters!

au starter for @jacksonxrk

If you wish upon a star your wish will come true.

Such a legend exists in this world. If you see a shooting star, your wish will come true.

“In that case, I want to be someone else... Just kidding~...”

They also say you should be careful what you wish for.

The sound of the bustling city was no stranger to him. Lulled to sleep every night by the car engines of Busan, it felt almost as a comfort than anything else, and likewise what greeted him the first thing in the morning was always the same sound of traffic. The same as always, never to differ. But something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

What had pulled him out of his sleep was not the usual tunes of Bigbang’s Haru Haru, but instead a yell he wasn’t awake enough to make out the meaning of. What met his eyes wasn’t the usual wide space and the tidiness he was made to keep, but rather the bottom of another mattress, and -- when he turned his head -- a room that was far messier than what he was used to. It wasn’t that bad, but it felt much more lived in than his own place did. Before he had any time to gather his wits to understand the situation, the door opened, and in came a boy that seemed to be around his own age. He was saying something to him, but Jinwoo wasn’t sure what; and this time he knew for sure that it wasn’t just because he was tired and had just woken up. It sounded Chinese. But why was he in a strange room with a strange Chinese boy?