#yibora

something like FRUSTRATION becomes apparent across yibo’s focused features —— though for once, he doesn’t seem to be aggressive about it. it’s an innocent ( ‘tleast, as innocent as CHOI YIBO may get ) fatigue and a very human tendency to grow not only bored, but tired of doing the same thing surreptitiously. long fingers run UNCEREMONIOUSLY through strands of dark hair, and the rapper’s head tilts slightly to its right; his nape pointed downward to study the white soles of his shoes.

how june could remain so OPTIMISTIC, yibo is left to wonder.

❛ what’s this, the THIRTIETH time?  ❜  it comes in a laugh, his face softer than it may ever appear along the strikingly hard infrareds under which he performs,  ❛  no worries, we got all day, i guess. and it’s not an easy routine. you wanna take it from the top, bug?  ❜

She was strict when it came to dancing, she knew what areas she lacked in and dancing was one of her main flaws. Like her weight had become a topic to many, her attempts at dancing had as well, and she’d made it her priority to change both. So when the male offered to help her out, she was determined to do a good job with a  load of patience-- as that’s not only what the male needed to help her, but what she needed to try the same dance moves over and over and over. So after a few hours of trying the same thing, and spotting her mistakes in the mirror, she’d called for another time. 

❛  did you expect any less of me?  ❜  though these words are as  SMUG  as speech may come, the raven-haired of the two offers a somewhatbashful expression in  SHARP  contrast to that onstage confidence he’s mastered.  ❛  noona, please … i’m glad you enjoyed the performance. it ain’t ‘specially often i get to have a member of the 2k fam in the crowd.  ❜  a slight bow of the head follows, though not in such a  FORMAL  manner that it fails to suit his character.

         glistening in the sheen of the hard work and excitement that had lead up to the show, yibo graciously accepts a towel from one of the PDs, gliding it along his forehead and leaving it to hang from his head rather unceremoniously. it’s as though the regal and godly stage persona had melted right from his skin; a layer shed to reveal the far more  HUMAN  character beneath the lyrical deity he’d personified less than half an hour ago.  ❛  ah, you should hang out with me back here for a lil’ bit, i won’t be leaving the venue for  AT LEAST  an hour, an’ it gets boring as shit by myself, y’know. i’ll have t’ make it up to you and slide into a krokos concert, one ‘a these days.  ❜

“I expected nothing less. You always kill it on stage. it’s like a crime scene and you just totally murdered the stage if that’s a good  way to put it.” she started laughing by the way she worded it. It is true though, she enjoyed watching Yibo’s performances and admired his passion and talent. “Of course, expect me to watch you in the crowd. You’re too amazing that I have to take some time to watch you.” she grinned and watches the male bow in front of her, which is a very unusual sight, “ Yibo that is so not you. But wow.”

“I’d be glad to! Plus I don’t really want to get back in my group dorms. It’s very...how should I say this...messy than a crowd mosh pit. If you know what I mean.” she nodded, noticing how tired the other looked, “You should go get some rest too. And oh, change your shirt, it’s soaking back there.”

         ❛  fffffuck, are you serious?  ❜  it sounds similar to a whine, though the utter  DISAPPOINTMENT  in his tone weights it down to the earth’s core itself. however, nothing can stop the slight protrusion of his lower lip, long lashes nearly closing off his field of vision as chaeyeong comes closer to where he is; and with the candle’s dim flicker, he can see a warm hue illuminate her face.  ❛  no power means i can’t charge my phone —— and no light for you to look for yours. great. how the hell ‘re we s’posed to get outta here, then?  ❜

         a hand brushes the inky fringe from his forehead, only for the strands to fall right back in place.  ❛  i’m on like  3 PERCENT  ——— that might be enough to call for a cab, or an uber or somethin’? or, we can just sit here an’  WAIT  until the lights come back on. god damnit … you got any ideas?  ❜

Did it look like she was kidding? She was dead serious. After trying to turn the lights on for multiple times in two rooms, she figured the power was out and only God knows when it would be back on. To her luck, it could be back on right in that moment, but both weren't realizing it because they were too busy of thinking how they were supposed to get out of there. Though she assumed some kind of noise would come out of it, right? Or at least some lights would turn automatically on. ❛We still have this candle.❜ Which wasn't that helpful. He was right. It didn't bring enough light to her to search for her own phone which she miraculously dropped on the floor in a panic when the lights turned off. Great. The situation was great.

A deep sigh passed through her lips and while her back leaned against the wall, she sat down carefully on the floor. She didn't want the candle to turn off. ❛I suggest we wait.❜ That was her only masterplan. There was a chance the uber or taxi wouldn't pick up. ❛Or should we call 112? This is kind of an emergency. Two young people locked inside and not a single light working.❜ Yep. Definitely an emergency.

the FASTEST and perhaps easiest way to fluster the ice cold trap god is, in its SIMPLISTIC GLORY, to compliment him. not in a shallow way, as these often fly high over his head —— but a meaningful way, whereas the substance of the tiniest sincerity may bring him more embarrassment joy than EVER WOULD HE let on.

         the fair-skinned artist only stares at jinwoo for a fraction of a moment, before that ridiculous smile sets in; yibo reluctant to ever showcase the bright expanse of his teeth and gums when his hands lack the freedom to cover them. UNFORTUNATELY, his fingers find occupancy along the convex curve of his monitor’s mouse, so the best he can do is turn his head away so the grin would not be noticed. ❛  ah, you think so? i been working on it all day in here, haven’t seen the light ‘a day since ‘bout 6 in the morn.  ❜  he says this while laughing though, an testament to the fact that it is no complaint.

         ❛  i have no clue what i’m gonna use this beat for, though … hell, i’ll figure somethin’ out.  ❜

They’re both the same age, although Yibo is older than him by a month. They’re both rappers, yet he can’t help but idolized and admire the other’s work as a solo artist. He always looked up to the other, even if their concepts are far different from each other. Sometimes he’ll get a little jealous on how the other is more considered and known as a rapper, unlike him whom people only view as a rapper in a cutesy group and not really taken seriously despite how hard working he is. Thus, he still looks up to the other and hopes that someday people would take him seriously and recognize his talent more other than his image like Yibo.

He smiled, making two of his dimples visible on both cheeks as he watched the other work, listening to the said beat, whilst bobbing his head to it. “Yibo, this beat is hot. It’s definitely your style.” he nodded, grinning as he continued to listen to it. “You don’t know what to do with this one yet? Perhaps include it on your next album or mixtape?” he suggested. “This is so good!”

 ❛ DABINAH …you know i’m a rapper, right? a TRAP rapper, of all things——i don’t really try to be … “ PRETTY”, you know, it ain’t exactly my style. ❜confused laughter parts from plush pink as a long-fingered hand smooths through bleached tresses, the blonde-brunette a combination of embarrassed and flattered. ❛ but, ah—thank you, i guess? i don’t really see myself as a visual, to be honest. ❜   

“Yeah, yeah a trap rapper, hippity hop or something, I know. But still, I just can’t help but think that. Like wow... you really don’t even have to try.” She seemed to be amazed by the not too much older’s looks. Though she shouldn’t be because handsome boys come and go, but maybe it was the fact that he was a rapper. Dabin was almost tempted to pinch his cheeks, but of course she had more self restraint and knew better not to. “Why not, huh? You should just embrace it. Ah! You’ve heard of that show called Show Me The Money, right? I feel like if you ever went on it, you’d be deemed as a pretty boy rapper. I’m... not exactly sure if that’s a good thing or not... but I would welcome it anyhow, ha.”