lgckiyoung

[lgckiyoung]

hello!! i’ve been contemplating about this for a while now and decided to drop kiyoung. his muse just won’t cooperate with me anymore and i’d hate to hog his faceclaim in the group. i apologize to those who i have plotted extensively ;; this place has been nothing but welcoming and fun for me. if you want to remain in contact, feel free to follow my twitter here! 

thank you so much for having me during my stay here! stay awesome, everyone 💕

[lgckiyoung]

lgcxking‌:

“yeah, i’m sure, do you need me to sign a contract or what?” king asks annoyedly. he hasn’t dated anyone since that one girl, sarang, and it was more out of a dare than something he ever treated seriously. he feels like it doesn’t even count in the end. the other one was sohee, and we all know how it ended, not to mention it was never serious either. he just… doesn’t do romance. just because everyone in this company goes in and out of relationships every couple weeks doesn’t mean kiyoung can harass king to spill some truth that doesn’t exist…

unless…

“what the fuck-” the younger mutters in english, squinting to look at the picture. “out of all the people there that day…” it’s embarrassing to be seen like this. not that he’s ashamed of miso or her brother, but he can understand why it could be misunderstood as something more than it really is. because they’ve always been pretty clear that it was just… physical, nothing more. “you do know miso and i are friends, right?” it’s not a secret, even if they try to keep it lowkey at the company. sometimes they don’t even need to try when miso gets pissed off at him and ignores him for a few days. but in general they don’t want people to think there’s any form of attraction between them. apparently, it failed.

he tilts his head slightly at the sudden english that splutters out of king’s mouth, although the hand holding his phone remains unmoving. did he... curse? honestly, kiyoung wouldn’t be surprised if they were really dating. king can be quite charming--at least before he opens his mouth, that is. and miso is just as attractive as king is, although he’s not on familiar terms with her yet. 

but did it stop him from being attracted to her before? no.

kiyoung merely nods at the younger’s defense. “i know, i remember seeing her in front of our dorm before,” again, it’s just his good memory--nothing more. “i was just wondering about your relationship, since you two seems really close than to just be friends. but i apologize for being presumptuous.”

he could’ve gone to the agency and show the managers this picture, but kiyoung cares too much about king to get rid of him as a competitor with such an... underhanded way. “you should be careful about going out with her in public, though. a picture is worth a thousand words. take one in the right angle and the right moment and you two could have a ‘dating rumor’ on hand.”

“again, i’m not going to publish this or anything.” he puts his phone down and taps the ‘option’ button on the screen before putting it up for king to see once more. “see? i’ll delete it right now. feel free to check my phone for any back up pictures.”

with my own two eyes

[lgckiyoung]

tag, you’re it

@lgcezra

that morning’s incident left a rather huge gash on kiyoung’s pride.

to be fair, he couldn’t exactly control his own reflexes when it comes to the things he fear. how is he supposed to remember that the agency had put a couple of cameras everywhere for the competition when he’s too busy trying to hold back his bladder? as much as he’d like to get over that embarrassing fear of his, it’s simply rooted deeply in his being.

well, at least he managed to reach the training room safely... he shouldn’t have to worry about meeting another of those ghosts, right? 

wrong. 

in a hindsight, it was definitely his own fault for drinking too much before practice started. drinking water is said to calm people down after a distressing or traumatic event but kiyoung might have overdid it a little by two bottles. not to mention how cold the air conditioning in the training room can be... now he’s just suffering by his own two hands.

kiyoung gazes around the room. is there anyone he can ask to accompany him to the bathroom? maybe a familiar face--at least someone he’s comfortable with enough with this secret, in case something happens again on the way there and he comes up with another poor reaction--

ah, ezra. perfect.

he makes a beeline towards the spot where ezra is standing at, grip too forceful and too invasive on the other boy’s sleeves. “hey, ezra. let’s go to the bathroom.” 

[lgckiyoung]

lgcyonghwa‌:

“A little,” said Yonghwa with a sigh. He didn’t want to be out of breaths and was trying his best to stay fit in order to keep his vocals steady. However, he wasn’t as naturally talented a singer as he was a dancer. In order to do well, he really had to work for it. 

When the words ‘top three’ was mentioned, Yonghwa found himself momentarily thoughtful. He smiled, but it wasn’t one of his usual bright, cheery smiles. Instead, it was an expression that held a mixture of contentment and acceptance. “Top three would be amazing!” He tried to inject some excitement into his voice because indeed, at his experience level and performance skills, getting to the top three would be awesome. However, since there was only one solo offered, the top three didn’t feel like a victory. 

Look at him, getting greedy. Little newbie, wanting to step over his sunbaes and climb all the way to the top before he was ready. Patience was a virtue and Yonghwa used to have such an abundance of it in his first trainee year. What happened over the past few months? Did being in that family concert make him crave stardom more? 

“What are you going to give me if I do get there, hm?” He turned his face towards Kiyoung, eyes glowing. “I want a reward~” Yonghwa insisted cheekily, the way he used to each time they had an exam coming up. “How about I make Dohyun write me a song about how I am the best and then have you sing it for me?” He laughed, imagining the scene. It would never happen, of course, dear Dohyun didn’t write songs for people who asked and Kiyoung would likely die blushing before he could actually get out any of those embarrassing lyrics. 

“Just kidding, I’ll behave.” He threw his hands up in mock surrender. “How about for now you just get me another banana milk? This one is empty.” Yonghwa was reluctant to lose his pillow, but he was also thirsty. 

if yonghwa thought he could fool kiyoung with that smile of his, then he’s mistaken. kiyoung didn’t spend nearly his entire highschool and trainee period with yonghwa to simply believe the mask he puts when facing the world. it’s not necessarily a bad thing, but he just wishes that yonghwa could put it off for a moment and just... show his true feelings.

but kiyoung knows better than to force someone to do something they’re not comfortable with yet, so he waits. it doesn’t matter how long because they have all the time in the world.

yonghwa’s next question has him rolling his eyes, though. “what, do you want a kiss?” he asks before he could stop himself. crud- that was a slip of the tongue... let’s shrug if off as a joke. “you’re doing combo punishments now? i think if you’re going to ask dohyun to write a song, you should let him sing too.”

“and why don’t you get another yourself? i can’t move if you don’t get up.”

⤷「picturesque」

[lgckiyoung]

week five and kiyoung is about to implode.

and listen-- he’s not one to exaggerate things, but with the way the situation is looking now, it might as well be the truth. kiyoung is already at the point where he started wearing items that would supposedly aid his luck with in the competition. even his grandmother’s voice keeps ringing in his head; you’ll be fine, your voice will blow them away, stop overthinking. 

maybe she’s right about the last part, but it has already become a defense mechanism for him. to think about the worst possible scenario and finding a way to counter or prevent it from happening. he’d even say that it’s what got him through his trainee days for two years? now.

yonghwa’s question brings him back to the present time. the weight of the other’s head upon his lap is a comforting one, grounding him from the worries that already began to pervade his mind. it reminds him that he’s not alone in this situation--that yonghwa is just as worried about his own performance as he is and kiyoung would be a disgrace to all bestfriends in the entire world if he fails yonghwa here.

“i think you need to work on your breathing technique,” his head is bobbing slightly along to the beat of the song when he says it, only taking a break to take a sip from the banana milk yonghwa had offered him. “it’s high enough, but it sounds like you’re running out of breath at this point of the song. am i right?”

he offers no response to yonghwa’s question, instead sighing as he slides the headphones back to the original owner’s head once the song has ended. “you improved a lot. i’m sure you’ll land a spot in the top three.”

INTERVIEW SEGMENT.

Q1. how are you feeling?

“nervous, mostly.” he did try his best. as much as kiyoung hated the concept of resigning to the will of fate, there was nothing else he can do anymore but to practice hard and pray that his efforts are enough to land him on the top ten spot. “but i gave it my all, and hopefully that would be enough.”

⤷「picturesque」

It was week five and after many long sessions of practice, one would have thought they’d be feeling more relaxed. For Yonghwa, however, it was the complete opposite. The closer it got to performance day, the more thoughtful and quiet he became. He spent less time running around to cheer people and more time sitting in the corner, listening to audio recordings of his vocal sessions, checking for any last-minute imperfections. 

This day was the same, except he was accompanied by Kiyoung. Since his best friend was the calm type, the two of them sat together in peace, with Kiyoung seated straight-backed against the wall and Yonghwa’s head resting on his lap. “Listen to this part for me?” Yonghwa hit pause on his audio device and tucked his headphones over Kiyoung’s head. “Should I be slightly higher for that part?” Or maybe he was just getting paranoid. Better safe than sorry though. 

“I can’t believe we are already five weeks in,” he mumbled to himself, raising his binggrae banana milk to Kiyoung so the other could have a sip too. They had been friends long enough to share drinks like this, so he thought it was no big deal. 

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His voice… f*ck I think I just went to heaven

Why is he so formal ㅋㅋ he looks like the arrogant type…? Is he seriously thinking he can debut as an idol with that personality? ㅋㅋㅋ

Beautiful voice but… I still have mixed feelings about him? Kiyoung-ah, fighting! Can’t wait to see more of you on stage!

if he debuts as an actor they’ll only have him play high schoolers  ㅋㅋㅋ he looks freaking young but he’s twenty-two?! what does he eat… he’s adorable, like a cute bunny TT

i got bored halfway through. next.

[lgckiyoung]

lgcparkdohyun‌:

“Worked hard to have to styled as casually messy.” He joked, before pulling back and frowning at his friend’s last comment, hurt coming and going like a wave of the ocean–why did people think he was going to mess things up? Instead, he smirked and rolled his eyes, “I know how to behave myself appropriately. Don’t you worry your pretty little head.”

Dohyun let his eyes sweep the restaurant once more, stopping in on the staff and managers table–knowing that it was definitely an area to avoid for the evening–though he was sure that nothing would get by them, “I’m going to DBSD’s table. Out of all the Idols–they seem the most interesting. Join me?” He asked, offering his quiet friend a chance to join. So he wouldn’t be stranded awkwardly.

he doesn’t notice the frown that flashes by dohyun’s features--even if he did, kiyoung is not one to notice that his words might have a sharper edge than he had intended. he’s mostly concerned about his friend’s reputation... they might be trainees fighting to debut, but dohyun is his friend first and foremost. he really can’t help but to be a nagging mother. “i’m sure you do. just remember that the managers are still watching us.” he says while patting the other’s shoulder.

DBSD table... sounds like a good idea. you don’t get to interact with a senior group under relaxed circumstances everyday. and he wouldn’t be completely alone, too. someone as considerate as dohyun would never let the table’s atmosphere go awkward. 

again, he’s thankful for his friend’s reassuring presence.

a small smile creeps up to his lips at the thought, and he nods. “...sure thing, let’s join their table then. i have a feeling they’re going to like you, dohyun-ah.”

recipe for disaster

[lgckiyoung]

LEGACY HALLOWEEN 2K19: cardio experience

wednesday, october 9th wc: 465 w

contrary to popular opinion, do kiyoung loathes halloween.

it’s a western tradition, to begin with. why would you celebrate halloween when you’re a korean who lives in south korea and not the united states? the country has their own fair share of local traditions and holidays that are just as interesting, as fun to celebrate as halloween. 

but most of all... he hates the horror-themed everything that comes with the occasion. the scary pranks, the horror movies marathon that seems to be favored by cinemas and local tv channels alike, the costumes... he doesn’t understand the logic behind wearing scary costumes while going on your daily routine. what if an elder gets scared to literal death because they saw sadako shopping for baby diapers in the supermarket?

think about the children, about the elders, about those with a weak heart (like him, although not in a literal sense).

so when he came to the agency to train on one particular wednesday, kiyoung nearly cursed out loud at the sudden ghastly laugh that greets him the moment he opened the door to the training area. more so when he saw the carved pumpkins and spiderwebs and ripped white cloth strewn all over the place.

“you have got to be kidding me.”

he didn’t mean for it to slip out of his lips out loud, or sound so exasperated when there are staffs and other trainees nearby. kiyoung actually thought he was safe when monday began with people walking around in fictional superheroes getup--and tuesday when he had to be especially cautious on walking and training lest he steps on a candy. why couldn’t they just go with the non-scary route until the end of the month?

today’s going to be difficult to endure, huh... he thinks to himself, swallowing the sudden lump that formed in his throat. he still needs to train for the competition, so escaping is definitely way out of question. it’s just decorations, right? there doesn’t seem to be any trainees wearing any scary costumes too. it should be fine.

or at least, that’s what he thought before he sees a long haired lady approaching him from down the corridor.

kiyoung doesn’t remember what happened then, aside from the lady’s extremely pale skin and black eyes as she raised her head slowly to face him. but he does remember standing there frozen, unable to move or even breathe as the lady gives him a bloodcurdling grin before passing by to continue on her merry way. 

maybe he should’ve left after all, considering he couldn’t even stand upright without having his legs shake violently for the next couple of hours, even resorting to half-crawling and half-staggering against the wall of the corridors to get to the training studio.

well, at least he didn’t scream.

[lgckiyoung]

lgcyonghwa‌:

Geez, why was it so hard to set Kiyoung up with a cute date?

Yonghwa considered himself an excellent matchmaker and with Kiyoung, he never had any luck. His buddy was either lacking in confidence or had an extremely high standard for girls. 

Since his bestie refused to turn on the charms, Yonghwa decided to take it upon himself to keep the ladies happy. He smiled and waved, making sure he looked at every single one of them so no one would feel left out before returning his attention to Kiyoung. “You make a great companion to all of the parties,” he said firmly, not allowing his bestie to put himself down any longer. “Also, why don’t you like her? She is really cute.” Yonghwa gave another careful glance towards the one who had been looking in their direction. 

“Wait, I got it, is it because you are into the sexy kind?” Can’t believe he never thought of that. So far, everyone he had tried to set Kiyoung up with was the cutesy type, just because that was the most popular among the teenage boys in their school. Hmm, sexy. Were there any girls who gave off really strong sex appeal but did not come with any trouble? 

They paid and started walking out of the supermarket. “Just give me a hint, Kiyoung-ah. Other than being sexy, what else do they need? Do you need them to be smart too?”

another trait of yonghwa that he learned over the time; the boy can be rather stubborn.

it’s not that he doesn’t appreciate all the uplifting talks and words of encouragement the taller had put him through, but being in a relationship is really on the last of kiyoung’s ‘to achieve’ list. maybe even not in the list at all. he never sees the point of dating someone based on their looks. relationships are supposed to be based upon feelings, right?

kiyoung heaves a sigh when they finally step out of the supermarket, grocery bag in tow. “i’m not interested, yonghwa-yah,” he doesn’t usually add any suffix to yonghwa’s name, unless he’s trying to coax the other into doing something--or in this case, stopping. “i’m completely content with the way things are right now. i already have you and dohyun to keep me company and that’s more than enough.”

“and please, what do you consider as ‘sexy’, anyway?” he’s probably going to regret asking, as they are about to enter the crowded mess that is seoul’s underground line during rush hour. but what’s done is done anyway. 

my first and (not) last

[lgckiyoung]

FUTURE DREAM TRACKER

TRAINEE ENTRANCE AND RANKING: ( x )

SOLO PERFORMANCE: solo (wip)

PREPARATION PROCESS: thread w/ @lgcyonghwa (waiting for starter)

[lgckiyoung]

FUTURE DREAMS PROJECT: trainee entrance 

monday, october 7th wc: 625 w

gif credit: ( x )

ever since the competition was announced, kiyoung has been more nervous than ever.

which shouldn’t be a surprise, considering his tendency to overthinking. what if i picked the wrong song? what if i overestimated myself? what if it doesn’t suit the color of my voice like i thought it does? and all that stuff. but this was the first time the boy actually admitted to himself that yes, i am nervous as heck.

of course, trust him to not even curse in his own thoughts. he’s already nervous enough about his circumstances, and knowing that he’d disappoint his grandmother with his vulgar choice of words would only make it worse. it’ll almost feel like that he’s going to get cursed for filial impiety.

which brings him here, behind the doors that leads to the studio meant for the future dream project. his features are as calm and collected as they can be–aside the slight frown and occasional lip biting–and gaze steely towards the closed doors. to those who aren’t familiar with kiyoung, they could mistake his gesture as one that emits indifferent confidence; a first impression that seem to always follow him wherever he goes.

but hidden under the comfort of the pockets of his pants, a pair of hands are trembling and cold with sweat.

even kiyoung wonder sometimes at how he managed to make himself look so cool when in reality his legs are shaking like a leaf in the wind.

dark hues shifts towards the other trainees around him, hoping to find a familiar presence in his surrounding. he could easily spot yonghwa standing not far from where he is, but the taller boy seems preoccupied with a conversation that kiyoung chose not to interrupt. there’s also a couple of his housemates, dominique, dohyun, and some other trainees that he had not yet acquainted himself with.

had not but should have, to be exact.

the door to the main studio opened before kiyoung could come up with any more thoughts. the lights are almost blinding to his eyes that are already accustomed to the darkness of the backstage. he hears his name being called, and steps into the colorful set stiffly, mind already overwhelmed by the sudden influx of new information that needs processing. where should he go first again? should he bow?

kiyoung does the latter anyway, bowing to the cameraman as he makes his way to the center of the studio. ‘no harm in being polite, i suppose.’ he thinks to himself. fortunately his brain had calmed down enough to realize that the pyramid of chairs with blue lighting is supposed to be the seating area, and that it was already ranked by the courtesy of the agency.

and to his jotting nerves, he finds his name on the eighth place.

he had expected this before, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. the fact that even in his current condition, he’s still not worthy of the top five spot… he’s facing some serious competition. but he should’ve known from the moment he saw king, dominique, and yonghwa in the waiting room.

kiyoung takes a deep breath as he takes his seat on the eighth chair, back straight with hand perched upon his lap. it’s going to be okay. he’ll work thrice as hard than he did for the family concert. it’s almost fortunate how the company banned the joining participants from working part-time, because kiyoung is sure he wouldn’t have time for anything other than practice, practice, and practice with the new routine he’s coming up mentally.

still, a small part of him is still worried about the outcome of the competition. maybe he should start carrying the ‘lucky items’ that his grandmother suggested him before..

INTERVIEW SEGMENT.

Q1. how are you feeling about being here?

the hands upon his lap seems to tighten for a moment before he answers. “i have to admit that i am nervous, but i also must say that i am very excited to give this competition my best.”

Q2. how did you feel about the rank the company gave you? 

“...to be perfectly honest, it’s disappointing.” he’s picking on his nails now, although his gaze are still firm as ever when he looks upon the camera. “i know i will be facing some serious competition, considering i’m still in the eighth place. i will do better and give it my all.”

[lgckiyoung]

lgchyunjin‌:

he cozies up to kiyoung, a natural thing for him to do with those he gets close to. especially within this dorm, sorry you don’t really have a choice ! okay, they do, but hyunjin has spent his time over the months, years warming up to them. but yes, he does respect space. that sort of goes out the window when its a tad cold, or in this case, when there’s a ( horror ) movie on the screen. he wasn’t sure if kiyoung even liked these genres. 

“oh, a thriller movie, there’s something weird happening in town” which it is. but it did teeter the line among horror, and he eyes kiyoung from his peripheral, as he offers up part of the blanket. “i’m only in the beginning part still. you didn’t miss anything too much,” no, just the intro premise that basically details all of the terrible things that are going to occur. it’s not his fault that the timing plays out not in his roommate’s favour.

“um, say… i know we haven’t had much time to watch movies in our free time, but what were your favourite genres again?” hyunjin murmurs, as the scene plays out, a deceptively plain talking scene that wouldn’t give anything anyway plays. he’s actually scene most of this before, when he was younger. yes he really does enjoy horror movies, even if they don’t quite give him that jolt they used to, unless there are extremely well crafted ones. 

kiyoung doesn’t flinch when hyunjin scoots closer towards him, instead raising his arm slightly to accommodate the younger’s body to fit better with his own. he’s used to his grandmother giving him forehead kisses even when he’s in senior year of highschool, and he supposes he already lived long enough with hyunjin to be accustomed to his presence. it’s rather endearing, actually.

the soft smile upon his face falters at the mention of ‘thriller’. “i-is that so--” his voice cracks at the last vocable and kiyoung immediately clears his throat. now he wishes that he had missed everything. “are you a fan of horror movies, then?”

good grief, if there’s anything he hates other than dirty surroundings, it’s horror movies. kiyoung sees no point in them other than overused jumpscares and scary make up to instill fear in the viewers’ eyes. sure, there are a handful of horror movies that actually has a solid plot and three-dimensional characterization, but he feels like the count is getting even smaller year by year. heck, if he was to be offered to play a role in a horror movie that fits the aforementioned criteria, kiyoung might actually think about it instead of turning it down right out.

....okay, maybe he’s getting a little ahead of himself. but there’s little harm in careful planning when it comes to his future, isn’t there?

“if i have to choose, i suppose it’s historical drama.” he watched some of them with his grandmother before. some history-based kdramas are actually quite good. “and maybe mystery such as sherlock holmes or the da vinci code. what about you?”

home is far away

[lgckiyoung]

lgcyonghwa‌:

“What article?” He leaned over, peering curiously at Kiyoung’s phone. “Let me see that.” Yonghwa tried to keep his voice casual but in truth, he was nervous. What if the fans thought they were horrible? They were still trainees, after all, and had nothing on the actual idols. What if the fans thought their addition ruined the concert and were disappointed with the show?

With some nervous energy racing through his system, he stole Kiyoung’s phone. He read fast, his shoulders relaxing as he finished the article. Only then did he glance up at Kiyoung, a smile tucked at the corner of his lips. “Look at you, lead vocalist.” He handed his bestie his phone back because he knew the other must be dying to have a read himself. “This is a reliable source, right? Not some person’s blog post? I can’t even believe this is happening.” He collapsed on the table and played dead. Yes, the news had murdered him. 

usually, kiyoung behaves better than snatching an item right out of someone’s hand, but a different case goes when he’s nervous like this.

his first instinct is to skim the article, brows furrowed, until the mention of his name appears in his reading line with ‘lead vocalist’ following after. the press likes his performance.

the press likes his performance.

“...i sure hope so.” he doesn’t feel the wide smile stretching the corner of his lips as he read through the remaining article. “you’re one to talk, mr. naturally-talented-dancer.”

he too, can’t believe that it was happening. kiyoung turned to face the boy, raising his clenched fist in the air as an open invitation for a fist bump. “we did it. a small step but we still did it.”

can’t believe

[lgckiyoung]

@LGCENT just posted a photo!

Hello, this is Do Kiyoung and Kwon Ezra from Legacy Entertainment. We have been practicing non-stop for the concert and although it was extremely tiring, the lessons our seniors taught us definitely helped us improve our skills. With that, we’d like to ask you to please look forward to seeing more of us on stage! Peace out ✌️

#lgctrainees #lgcent #dokiyoung #kwonezra

[lgckiyoung]

LEGACY FAMILY CONCERT 2K19: interview

saturday, september 21st  wc: 384 w

gif credit: ( x )

Q1. please introduce yourself.

“hello. my name is do kiyoung,” even when sitting, the boy still forces himself to do a proper bow towards the camera. “i have been a trainee at legacy entertainment for two years, and i am currently focusing on my dream to be an idol. thank you for having me here.”

Q2. can you tell us about your preparation for the dream concert?

he listens to the question intently before he speaks. basic courtesy, kiyoung. “well, to start, we didn’t practice alone. we had our seniors to help us out with everything. i really am truly grateful for their help. as they have been performing the songs for years now, they would know how to do it best.”

Q3. did you experience any difficulties back then?

“…a lot, actually.” the words slip out of his mouth before he could stop it–not that it’s supposed to be a secret or anything. it’s clear that he always had difficulties with the dancing coaches. “as you probably know, i’m not exactly the best dancer compared to the other vocalists. it had always been my worst subject and it hasn’t changed.”

“b-but fortunately, i managed to overcome it all thanks to the support and guidance of the seniors.” he bows once again, as if the aforementioned senior was actually standing behind the camera. “they really helped me.”

Q4. what was it like to work with your seniors?

his eyes shifts downwards to the wooden flooring of the training room. honestly, he’d rather not remember his training session with seo haneul… but that’s mostly due to his own lack of skills. “they were… kind. and supportive.” turns his gaze back towards the camera. “jaehyuk-sunbae especially was a lot of help. he was very patient and was the one who taught me how to overcome my dancing problem.”

Q5. lastly, do you have any message you’d like to give to the fans?

this time he takes his time to come up with an answer, opting to find the right wording so he doesn’t end up blurting another ‘confession’ that he’d rather keep to himself. “we have been practicing non-stop for the concert and although it was extremely tiring, the lessons our seniors taught us definitely helped us improve our skills. with that, we’d like to ask you to please look forward to our performance soon.” he ends the interview with another bow. typical of kiyoung.

[lgckiyoung]

lgcdominique‌:

call it silly if you will, but the knowledge that someone didn’t like him set off alarm bells in dominique’s brain. of course there was no way that he’d get along with everyone on the planet, he knew that rationally, at least. part of him still wanted to form himself into someone kiyoung would enjoy being around, both for stupid validation and for the knowledge that it would save him icy looks and snide remarks that reminded him far too much of another place and another time.

“d-did i ever do anything to you?” his voice surprised even himself and for a moment he wanted to cower, curl up into himself and disappear, giving the older trainee no reason to disapprove any further. “is it s-something i said? because if it w-was, i’m really sorry. i promise i didn’t mean to! korean is very hard as a foreigner, i’m not a fast learner,” he admitted quietly, eyes locked on the ground. “if– if it’s not a hassle… would you… mind telling me w-wha– what i did? just so i won’t do it again. please.” he inhaled deeply, mustered all the courage he could find in his body and looked up to kiyoung’s face again.

he wouldn’t have expected for dominique to suddenly call him out. at least not here and now, where there’s only the two of them with a--no matter how slim--chance that they might even have to spend the night together locked in. he had expected the younger to be non-confrontational, but apparently dominique is also capable of surprising him as well.

yet even with the question already voiced out loud, kiyoung finds himself staring speechlessly instead. there’s calm all over his features, but deep inside, the boy is actually panicking. he didn’t make dominique cry, did he? people had constantly complain to him for his...unapologetic streak when it comes to interacting with others, but who would have known that dominique took his words to heart? he had pegged the younger to be more... carefree.

....no, this one is on him. he shouldn’t blame others for his own inadequacy at analyzing the situation. who is he to criticize dominique for his lack of tact when he himself couldn’t maintain a civil conversation with others?

“....i made you feel cornered, didn’t i?” he released a deep sigh. making mistakes is common; apologizing is a virtue of few, his mother used to say. “i had no intention in upsetting you, but the deed has been done anyway so i apologize.”

a bitter smile cracks upon his lips when he looks at dominique in the eyes. “you’re not entirely wrong, but i suppose i was slightly jealous of you.” there’s a pang of hurt in his chest, but kiyoung continues, “for one, you are younger than me and yet more experienced. not to add the fact that your lack of tact is blatant compared to the other trainees in the company--at least to me.”

kiyoung doesn’t mince words; but he feels like he won’t be able to communicate with dominique properly if he doesn’t clear this up now.

“are you familiar with the formal and informal form of speech in korean?”