#rkhongbin

♫ mr mr, girls’ generation. 

what are you worried about?what are you afraid of?if you keep measuring things outit’ll be too late

“okay, listen here, punk” joohyun says, truly annoyed. she’s been listening to hongbin say that he just can’t have a solo career for the last half an hour. and she tried, she really tried to be comforting and nice and patient. but joohyun isn’t patient at all and she just can’t see a friend wasting an opportunity. she was waiting for an opportunity to make her own name and to gain recognition her whole life and she just can’t accept the fact that someone isn’t grabbing this kind of thing with everything they got because of fear. she could understand it if hongbin didn’t have any talent or if he was really ugly. but he was none of that. everyone knew that - including his company, or else they wouldn’t offer such a thing. 

“’the fuck you afraid of?” she asks, grabbing his shirt. joohyun really isn’t great on subtlety. her tone is just as angry as she is. to anyone looking from outside, she’s probably threatening him. well, and it was probably a threat. because joohyun would most definitely kick his ass if he didn’t get his shit together. “the critics?” joohyun raises her eyebrows. “people always find things to criticize. fucking forget it. if you show off your abs later everyone will forget it.” she pauses. “the pressure? you endured the pressure until now, so don’t chicken out! you can’t give up on something like this! being alone? please, when are we alone? there will be a lot of staff. learn to make friends or whatever” joohyun says and she lets go of his shirt. 

♫F(x) - Red Light

Ay- Ay- It’s a red light, lightLet’s look for the special emergency exitfilled with light in each otherAy ay, think about it, what was it that madeus stop? Red light

It was all over the news, the paparazzi were in full force trying to out homosexual idols in pop music, and two of their targets were none other than Hongbin and Taeyeon.  It wasn’t really that hard for them to come up with “evidence”, even though there was nothing solid, nothing tangible just “sources close to the accused”, but still, it was more than either of their careers could handle at the time. 

The two spoke on the phone, needing to come up with a plan before their personal lives were dragged through the mud.  It took some careful consideration and they weren’t sure if it was going to work or not but they reached out to their companies to work on the solution as a team.  Photos were staged of a late night meetup, rumors planted, a lie woven right under the public’s noses.

“KT Entertainment and Royal Entertainment confirm that idols Lee Hongbin and Kim Taeyeon are dating and are in the beginning stages of knowing each other.  The two met as members of the cast of the drama Dream High and have become close since.”

circle of life - the lion king

do i even need to put lyrics for this i mean really

< au ; high school musical (not the movie)  - hongbin plays simba and kibum’s the student choreographer >

“Okay, that’s good. Now can you put that part together with the rest of the chorus?”

“I can try,” Hongbin says, his face a mask of concentration as he resumes the starting position of the dance to Hakuna Matata. Before he does anything else, Kibum steps forward and corrects his position, changing the position of his legs and arms slightly. “Okay, I’ve got it now,” Hongbin says with a firm nod, and Kibum steps back.

“Do it slowly, okay? Think about the counts, not the lyrics,” he instructs, before counting aloud. “1....2....3....4....”

Hongbin does the dance almost perfectly, only messing up a little bit on the transition into the new part he just learned. When he finishes that section, Kibum beams and applauds, honestly happy that the actor is picking up on the dance so quickly. “That was great! Now we’re gonna work on gradually speeding it up until you can do it with the music. But for now, let’s take a break.”

Hongbin grins as he sits down and grabs his water bottle, honestly proud of himself for picking up on the dance so fast. “How are you so good at this?”

“At what?” Kibum asks as he sits down next to him, his own water in hand.

“At teaching. I mean, I know you’ve been dancing for years, but I didn’t think someone my age could be such a good teacher,” he says, and Kibum grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, this isn’t the first musical where I’ve helped with choreography. And you shouldn’t give me all the credit. You’re a really fast learner, even if this isn’t something you’re used to doing,” he replies, reaching over to give Hongbin’s shoulder a light, friendly shove.

The other grins, and they spend the rest of the break just talking, about everything from their classes and how much homework they had to how much fun it is to do the musical, even if they’re just in the rehearsal stage. 

♫ Sawano Hiroyuki-scaPEGoat 

The fallen angels I run with all know It’s our fear that makes us all human after all Our fragile little world Must reject it, respond to the Calling, screaming inside of my soul It’s my fear of loving what’s Dearest to us all

The only thing he could do for his friend was to put his hand on the shoulder to show him he was right next to him. He wouldn’t need to say a word. He knew that Hongbin needed a moment of silence and he just wanted to stay there. 

Losing someone to another person was one of the most painful things Hee Gun knew. He had experience it so often that sometimes he felt like an old man. It was sad that his friend also had to go through such sorrow. But it was part of life. Though seeing Hongbin in this kind of state was something new to him. 

Hongbin let the tears flow and Hee Gun just stood there patting the shoulder of his friend. “That’s why... I was afraid of loving her...” He buried his face into the palm of his hands. His fear had always restrained him from getting into deeper relationships. That was just natural and human. Hee Gun somehow understood him. It was terrifiying what a human was able to do for this dearest one’s. But Hee Gun thought that although it was hard, it was a part of life.

It was terrifying. He didn’t know what to do. His name hasn’t been brought up in the whole scandal, but he read the comments. Netizens thought he was going to be one of the next ones outed. How these ‘fans were finding out all of this was beyond him.

He knew one other person whose name had been brought up; Taeyeon. He knew her secret, as she knew his. Back from when they were just two lowly trainees who were lucky enough to be in a drama together. They didn’t talk all that much, but he knew how scared she had been.

Deciding to see how she was, he called her up and told her to meet him so they could talk. He was trying to appear as if he was hidden, but he wondered if anyone was actually falling for it.

Hongbin waited at the waters of the Han River. It was dark and there was festivities happening, so maybe he was okay for now. He just hoped she came.

She was scared to death.  There was no other way to describe it, an impending sense of dread had settled into her stomach ever since she had heard that her name was one of those that netizens were throwing out there as one of the homosexuals idols that they thought were going to be in an expose piece.  She thought she had been so careful, but she knew that the netizens and media had their ways to get information. 

When she got a call from Hongbin, she was surprised to say the least.  They weren’t in contact that much, mostly friendly greetings and “how are you?”’s were exchanged when their groups were on the same shows, but she agreed to meet him anyway, if anyone was understanding how she was feeling at the moment, it was Hongbin.  

{ sms ; nice guy } well, at least someone ate it! i’m glad it didn’t just go to waste

{ sms ; nice guy } but thanks! i am having fun. i really needed a vacation, i think. 

{ sms ; nice guy } a cake would be awesome!! then all the trainees could share it~ i’ve had enough junk on this trip, so i definitely don’t need to eat an entire small cake on my own >.<

Tone deaf. Can't even hold a note. You may as well not even be here -- it's been over a year now and your singing still hasn't improved. Sometimes I don't even know why I'm still trying to teach you. 

Kibum clutches at his hair, screwing his face up in frustration before releasing his hair and kneeling on the ground next to his gym bag. He unzips it and quickly pulls out his phone and water bottle, so that the only stuff left in the bag is soft things -- a change of clothes, his towel, and a small pillow he uses when he decides to sleep at the company. Zipping the bag back up, he leaves the stuff he took out on the floor as he stands up. With a grunt, he kicks the bag, sending it scooting across the floor until it's a few feet away, now near the wall.

Kibum follows it and kicks again, before walking forward and continuing to kick until it's pressed up against the wall. As he kicks and stomps all over the poor bag, he shouts out his frustration, though none of it makes him feel any better, for none of it makes his singing coach's words any less true.