rkseok

[rkseok]

hey guys so uh, i’m not gonna put this under read more because i don’t want to make it too long (i might cry if i do) BUT I am dropping both junhong (zelo) and hoseok (j-hope/rkseok). i’m so sorry to everyone i was plotting with on either account (i really, really was looking forward to rping with you guys, sincerely) but i have made this decision after long deliberation.

this past year i’ve tried hard to stay active but i’ve had a lot of personal issues with school and mental health, and i’ve had so many hiatuses i feel like it’s not fair to others who want to rp either fc. maybe in the future when i’ve got my life together, i can enjoy rp again and you’ll see me either here or somewhere else. i don’t know to who remembers but i have been here since almost the beginning (i started off as zelo and came back as hoseok three times, and i really cherish both of them as they are the longest muses i have rped, and i will leave their accounts here as archive). 

thank you to the admins, the mods, and everyone else i’ve rped with. i wish the new members, all the muns, and rookies as a whole all the best. <3

- eevee, former resident awkward pokemon. (evelyn)

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[rkseok]

spring is thriving; therefore, so is hoseok. every year, he gains a renewed energy from the warm weather and all the plants coming to life even in the building populated chaos of the city. it's the prime time to enjoy walks along the river or through the parks, and a bonus is bringing mickey along as well. so the small dog trots alongside them in his little angel hoodie (courtesy of his older sister). and hoseok couldn't be more content in that moment as he watches petals fall, eyes sliding over to gunhee standing beside him.

hoseok knows that gunhee is aware of his love for plants, for flowers, for life in general. and he's grateful to him, for agreeing to come here together. so as mickey snuffles at the path around their feet, hoseok stares up at the beautiful trees, a soft sigh falling from his lips. he almost startles when fingers appear in his peripheral vision but he relaxes when he sees it is just gunhee.

"thanks," he grins, ruffling his own hair a bit. hoseok smiles at him, and theven fondness is subtle but he nods and beams, "hope so. i like them too." and he blows the petals off of gunhee's hand and watches it flutter onto his shoe and laughs, "it likes you too."

—sakura addiction.

he almost can’t believe that they’ve lasted a month.  that this entire month has been filled with nothing but waking up to the thought of seeing hoseok smile and know that he’s the one who caused it - it’s almost surreal.  scratch that - it is surreal.  but he wants nothing more now than to spend more time with him, as much as he can.  the first thing he learns is that dating as a trainee is hard.  but they still manage to get by, they still manage to make plans - like their plans to see the cherry blossoms.  gunhee knows just how much hoseok likes to see living things grow and bloom - seeing him now, under the blossoms with his eyes staring up at them almost makes his heart stop.

he reaches out, he wants to touch, and his fingers -

simply grab a petal from his hair, gently, so as not to startle hoseok and not to bring attention to themselves.  “ … it seems to like you.” his smile is thin, and gunhee holds up the petal in the cupped palm of his hand.  “ i think you’re lucky.”

[rkseok]

/   txt  . hobi☆   /   are you free later? we could have lunch or .. something.  i dunno?  /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   i mean, if you want to - /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   i’d just like to see your smile  deleted  /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   or we can just hang out over the weekend.  your call  /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   … i’m being weird aren’t i? sorry ;;

( to: #1gun!~ )

(sms) lunch sounds great! (sms) or we could do both??? (sms) not at all gun don’t worry.

[rkseok]

I SWEAR I DIDNT FORGET ABOUT THE PLOT CALL I'll get to it before saturday I pinky promise. thank you all for being patient with me jx bc jkwjfhks

[rkseok]

hoseok can’t do anything but stare at first, blinking at him blankly as if he heard wrong. the words repeat in his head, over and over, chasing each other around as his eyes widen slowly in realization.

“will you go on a date with me?”

it feels like his face is a billion times hotter as his mouth opens and closes-- his brain is trying to catch up with it as he finally nods his head enthusiastically. and he’s unable to help the huge grin that spreads across his face, and he reaches out for a tight hug. he hadn’t known he’d been hoping for this-- until that moment.

and currently, hoseok is flitting around his older sister’s apartment, between the living room and his room, leaving a flurry of items in his wake as he gets ready. hoseok hasn’t been on a date in ages-- so he doesn’t know what to do or what to wear, or how to act-- and the normally tidy and composed jung hoseok jut continues to leave a disaster everywhere he walks. the knock on the door only throws him into even more of a frenzy though luckily-- he’s managed to throw something acceptable on and tame his hair.

he takes a deep breath before he opens the door-- and the bright smile that greets gunhee is genuine as he steps out and shuts the door quietly behind him. and seeing his face-- just like that, calms hoseok down.

“hi. where are we going?”

—closer.

the fact that he’s meeting hoseok under different circumstances than usual is something that makes all of the muscles in gunhee’s body ache with a tension that he doesn’t know how to express.  ( and if he’s honest, it’s only because he can’t believe that it’s happening to him. )  going on four years of unrequited feelings, up until the last few months of awkward tension between them since his birthday party back in june, and now - somehow - sphere has placed in gunhee a courage with enough flame to at least stutter out an invitation he isn’t sure he could have before.

he stumbles, but the look on hoseok’s face when gunhee asks him on a date for his birthday almost knocks the air straight from his lungs.

and hearing hoseok accept his invitation with that sunny smile gunhee realized he fell for almost four years past and about three months too late is almost enough to make his eyes well up with tears of gratitude.  for once in his life, everything is going right ( and he won’t let the rain clouds that follow behind him darken his days anymore. ) 

it is only when he approaches hoseok’s door that gunhee starts to panic because he has absolutely no idea what they’d even do on a date, much less their first and especially not one as special as a date for his birthday.  steps start to slow and he can feel the anxiety start to seize him, but he forces himself - coaxes himself - to take it one foot at a time.

at the very least, he can knock on his door and let hoseok guide him where he will.

if it’s with him, gunhee wouldn’t mind going anywhere at all.

@rkseok

[rkseok]

hello friends i am, for the millionth time, ALIVE ONCE MORE.

i have dropped all old threads (bc let’s be real they are prbly like years overdue) and am looking to start fresh like spring (since it’s finally spring-- get it?)

so yes like this (whether we’ve plotted before or not) so i can get some new threads going for this lil tulip pls pls thank you! <3

ps. what did the tree say when spring finally arrived?  “i’m so releaved.” ah it’s good to be back

[rkseok]

( ♫ - TALK ME DOWN )

the pen taps against the corner of his desk, eyes narrowed and lips slack as he continuously jots lyrics down and scratches them out again. a glance at the clock– 3:30 am. he gives up with a sigh, the clatter of the pen softened by the thick pad of his notebook as he slumps back in his chair, eyes closing.

he can’t sleep.

the dark circles have been making themselves more and more prominent underneath his eyes for the past few weeks, and they didn’t go unnoticed. he can’t help it though, and for an individual like jung hoseok– who laughs like the sun is always shining, who waters his plants religiously, who can see the bright side in every single situation, not having enough sleep is taking a toll on his psyche.

he doesn’t know how he can though, all things considered. his phone remains dark no matter how messages he sends, no matter how much he wants to see the phone light up with an unread message– it remains stoic. endless sighs leave his lips and it becomes a routine– he simply can’t figure what else to do about it.

no matter how much he tries, his thoughts chase each other in circles and leave him more confused than before. the harder he thinks about it, the more his brain hurts and he’s never felt like this before. he can’t explain it– an odd feeling of emptiness. his hands fidget uncontrollably, fingers tugging at each other as his lips pull into a small frown.

before he realizes it, he drifts into an uneasy sleep.

and he dreams about the same thing, the same subject that plagues his mind even while he’s awake and has too much time to think. the same face, the same smile, the same laugh. they’re in gunhee’s apartment this time. it’s like old times– when things were simpler, when hoseok was happy all the time and he could always tell what gunhee was thinking. they are playing one of their favorite games together, some old racing one. hoseok’s loud voice fills the apartment as he whoops and hollers as the race ends. he’d lost a while ago, but he cheers gunhee on all the same. he always does.

a fist punches the air when gun crosses the finish line, and his eyes are crinkled into half-crescents as he turns to gunhee– and loses his breath. there’s an easy grin on his face and his hair is soft– unmarred by one of his caps or beanies, slightly overgrown bangs falling into his eyes. his mouth is moving, eyes still fixed on the screen, but hoseok can’t hear it. he continues to stare– as gunhee’s eyes finally drift over to meet his, the smile still lighting up his face.

and the first thing hoseok does is lean in without a second thought, hand coming up to rest on the side of gunhee’s face, thumb resting against his jaw as their lips press together– softly, effortlessly, and hoseok can’t help but think this– this is what he was trying to figure out.

a gasp catches in his throat as his eyes fly open, jerking awake in his seat, and he can’t breathe. his eyes blink rapidly as if they can stop the wetness suddenly and startling pooling at the corners but they begin slowly anyway– and he only notices when one drop, two drops hit the paper and stain the ink. and he looks down, incredulous little hiccups as he tries not to cry making his chest quake as he rubs at his eyes vigorously until the last page of his notebook swims into view, the last lines not scratched out by his sleepy hand– and everything falls into place.

you’re there but for some reason, i can’t reach you, stop–

the tears spill over. 

but the laugh that bubbles from his throat leave him feeling lighter than he has been in weeks.

he wipes at his face and takes a deep breath, picks up his pen, and continues to write.

[rkseok]

model behavior :: ksj + jhs.

it’s not something hoseok is used to-- and he is uncharacteristically rigid as the stylists fuss about, following every single instruction promptly. his hands fidget as he sits and waits, already changed into the plain shirt and dark jeans that were given. his eyes flit to the other trainees, some who seem to be at ease and others that were probably just like him. after all, one of his weakest skills, and he knew it, was anything directly or indirectly related to modeling and posing in front of a camera.

he had a strong feeling he was going to be terribly awkward.

he did feel slightly relieved however, to find seokjin right before the shoot would start. maybe he could get some tips too, so he didn’t look like a cardboard cutout during the shoot. he sidles up to him and slings an arm around his shoulder lightly, a grin on his face as he chirps, “it’s nice to you around all the time again!”

[rkseok]

 ( NOVA MONTHLY EVALUATION – DECEMBER ) – KIDNAP THE SANDY CLAWS // cast: SEUNGYOUN as LOCK, SOYEON as SHOCK, and HOSEOK as BARREL.

it was exciting, hoseok thought, being able to perform with the trainees in other companies. it opened countless doors of opportunities for creativity, and of course, hoseok was happy he could finally collaborate with some of his friends he barely got to see because of their busy schedules. cho seungyoun, his beloved dongsaeng, was of course one of these people. and although the song that was suggested was not one that hoseok knew of personally, he was more than happy to agree. he was all for fun twists, and with halloween being one of hoseok’s favorite holidays, the idea was accepted warmly.

the dramatic makeup was not something jung hoseok was used to. although he’s had it done several times in the past (courtesy of a certain older jung who has always loved to use him as her guinea pig), it’s been a while since the last time and hoseok nearly scares himself when walking in front of a mirror. but it’s not a look he hates, and hobi was always open to new things. he fusses over the two younger trainees before their turn, like the proper older brother he is. he hasn’t known soyeon for too long, but he hopes he’d given off a friendly impression. after all-- he’s always had a soft spot for his dongsaengs.

he forgets all about his bold makeup and outfit when the three of them are on stage. instead, he goes over the lyrics religiously in his head. one of hoseok’s insecurities has always been his ability to speak english, especially after living in the united states for a year. it’s not that he thinks it’s terrible, but his accent is something he is mindful of. so he’d practiced the pronunciation over and over, pushing it closer to where he wanted it to be before he was satisfied. 

he puts on his best smile (it’s natural, even without the one drawn onto and around his mouth) as the song begins, and does his best to remember the dynamic of the three characters they’d practiced for several weeks. he throws in some adlibs too, based on the personality description he’d researched with help from seungyoun.

kidnap the sandy claws throw him in a box bury him for ninety years then see if he talks

his acting skills are put to the test as he tries to add a sinister tone to his movements as well as his voice. singing has never been his strong point, but he knows that he’s not terrible at it, and he enjoys it as well. this song was a good fit for his singing style, and he emphasizes his parts with his loud voice.

he'll be so pleased by our success that he'll reward us too, i'll bet

it’s a little harder than usual for hoseok to focus, but he pins it on the odd nature of the performance, even though it was definitely a fun project. he bounces around on stage, interacting with the yougner two just like they’d rehearsed-- the jovial, playful atmosphere had to have been apparent to anyone who watched.

 kidnap the sandy claws, chop him into bits mr. oogie boogie is sure to get his kicks kidnap the sandy claws, see what we will see lock him in a cage and then throw away the key!

they come together for the end with a flourish and hoseok looks at the audience a last sly smile before the trio bows and exits the stage.

[rkseok]

when life gives you yogurt :: kha + jhs.

there aren’t may foods that jung hoseok dislikes. unlike his sister, he isn’t known for having a black hole for a stomach, but all the same he is not a picky eater and enjoys his food just as much as the next person. but, as he’s spooning yogurt into his mouth, he has to physically control his facial expression-- making sure not to grimace. it’s been well over a year, hard as it is to believe, since hoseok joined the company and he’s been through his fair share of odd diets. he likes to believe he can handle a lot, considering the fact he can’t stomach much lately anyhow.

but the texture of yogurt is just gross, in one man’s humble opinion.

in the corner of his eye, a figure catches his attention and he can’t but let out a soft chuckle. his offensive yogurt is forgotten, half finished and still in his hand with the plastic spoon sticking out of the top, as he makes his way over to the younger trainee. “the yogurt doing you any justice, kid? how ya holding up?”

[rkseok]

( sms ⇢ seokpan ) knOCK KNOCK IS ANYONE THERE

( to: princess jiwendy)

(sms) HELLO YES SEOK IS HERE

[rkseok]

( to: #1gun!~ )

(sms) yeah we need to deleted (sms) yeah i want to deleted (sms) yeah i did. we should meet up soon.

/   txt  .  hobi☆   /   did you see your face when i told you? don’t make me laugh   *deleted /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   i know you’re trying to cheer me up but   *deleted /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   you don’t have to cheer me up /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   … yeah.  i promise. /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   did you need to talk to me about something, or …?

[rkseok]

the night air is cool, sweat drying on his skin as hoseok exits the trainee building, towel slung around his neck as he catches his breath quietly. he reaches for his phone like it’s a habit, fingers itching to check his messages-- but knowing that his messages are more than likely left unanswered. he pauses, stares up at the dark, starless city sky and sighs, plugging his earbuds in and stuffing his phone into his pocket. the ride back to his (noona’s) apartment is routine by now, and the music drowns out any chance of him drowning in his own thoughts.

all of his days have been quite routine for the past month or so.

he stops by the neighborhood convenience store, smiles and jokes with the elderly owner good naturedly as he buys his usual nightly fix of energy drink and forbidden snacks.

on the lift up to his apartment, it’s almost like he subconsciously gives in and checks his phone absentmindedly-- nearly drops it when he does a double take at the name lighting up his phone. he stares at it-- blinks a few times to see if it will go away before he finally swipes the message, biting his lip quietly.

can i come over? we need to talk.

his breath hitches as his thumbs hover over the glass screen, eyes blank, mind blank before he finally takes a small, deep breath. he types and deletes, adds emojis and punctuation and takes them away-- wonders how texting him became so nervewracking.

yeah. come to noona’s place. i just got back.

—this is it.

he can’t keep avoiding him forever.

it’s been a little over a month of “ missed” calls and unanswered texts; he can almost hear the desperation hidden behind hoseok’s joking words and reminders to call him back.  but he never does, and gunhee can feel his heart sink at each frowning emoji sent, a quiet where are you or what are you doing hidden in a string of no replies.  this is something that’s gone on for long enough; even that is something that gunhee can admit.  the guilt looms over him like a blanket and eats his skin, leaving him bared to the wind to feel harsh, stinging pain whenever hoseok texts about something good, or even just about his day.  right now, he is the dark in his own days, and gunhee lets his guilty conscience swallow him whole.

three years he spent swallowing his feelings like swords to destroy him from the inside, all to ruin it in the span of one night and drunk behaviour.  his tongue too easily slips when he’s lost every inhibition, every caution that he places on himself to guard whatever shred of the heart he has left.  everything he’s built in castle walls to defend himself from another siege of heartbreak crumbles with the words i always like you at the wrong time.

paper hearts can only survive so much.

but this is it.  this is the moment when he bites the bullet for hoseok’s sake, because he doesn’t deserve all the things he’s done.  gunhee looks at his hands stained red and knows he’s killed something between them.  he just doesn’t want to face the fact that he was the one who let it die.  the phone in his hands shakes when he texts hoseok first this time.  

can i come over?  it’s so simple and doesn’t offer any explanations, but gunhee knows that he won’t even bother to ask.  he knows hoseok so well.  finally, the words he’s been dreading to say for over a month - he shrivels up and withers on the inside when finally they’re out in the open.

we need to talk.  

[rkseok]

( to: #1gun!~ )

(sms) you don't. that's not true. (sms) you're amazing so please don't look down on yourself like that. (sms) ..promise?

/   txt  .  hobi☆   /   it’d be nice if you didn’t lie to me   *deleted /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   then why did you look so bothered when i   *deleted /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   how can i believe? i’m always fucking up /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   what do you want me to say? /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   do i even have the right to anymore   *deleted /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   … yeah

[rkseok]

( to: #1gun!~ )

(sms) you never bother me, gun. (sms) you can believe that, it’s the truth. (sms) no wait- don’t do that deleted (sms) what if i want you to text me? would you?

/   txt  .  hobi☆   /   … bothering you? /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   i don’t really know anymore   /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   you told me a long time ago to stop feeling sorry for my feelings but  *deleted /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   i’ll stop texting then.  don’t want you getting in trouble at nova.

[rkseok]

( to: #1gunie~ )

(sms) no no its okay

(sms) what are you sorry for?

/   txt  .  hobi☆   /   oh … sorry /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   must have sent that on accident /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   my phone is probably fed up with my stupidity  *deleted /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   i just want to tell  *deleted /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   i just want to talk  *deleted /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   i just got some news .. meant to text jb  /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   i wanted to text you but i don’t have that right  *deleted /   txt  .  hobi☆   /   i’m sorry

[rkseok]

HI NEWCOMERS, welcome to rookies~ i hope you enjoy it here !

haven’t had the best track record with this but pls ( LIKE ) this to plot, bc i’d really like to get some new threads going. ( and expect a message asap, a goal i’m setting for myself so i don’t forget. )

i also have a plot page here that has not been updated in ages, but if a thing catches ur eye please feel free to let me know and we can tweak it or smth. thank!