#[ hyunki | starters ]

[lucidrims]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . hyunki coming thru for @faeriemists

            whistling  away  while  walking  down  the  hallway,  hyunki  was  taking  everything  in  -  with  it  being  his  first  time  to  step  foot  in  the  university.  it  was  dismissal  time,  as  the  halls  were  almost  deserted.  hearing  a  very  familiar  voice  in  the  distance,  the  male  could  tell  that  it  was  his  fiancé  talking.  '  next  time,  you  don't  have  to  bring  me  around.  i  have  friends  who  can  do  that  since  i'm  quite  popular.  '  he  hears,  making  his  eyebrows  furrow.  knocking  on  the  door  and  pushing  it  open,  revealing  the  pair,  and  if  his  jaw  could  reach  the  floor  -  it  would, ��"  aeri  ?  "  confusion  written  all  over  his  face,  staring  at  his  fiancé  and  his  ex-flame.

[bejoomi]

january so far has left much to be desired. well, one good thing came of it: his contract with studio delta was renewed for a year. that's one topic of his overthinking that he can put to rest.

there's plenty more to be upset about, though; like being in love. that was actually a great thing about two months ago, but now it mostly feels pitiful. circumstances have changed; he's been reminded that he is in love with a very human, very traumatized boy who is finally going to therapy and now needs space. joomi gets it, really. trauma is complicated and their relationship is complicated (...maybe) and starting therapy is exhausting. he isn't mad at jinyoung in the slightest. it just...doesn't make him any less sad.

maybe it's a good thing that he's historically operated under some kind of gloomy raincloud, because most people haven't noticed much of a difference in him, unless they saw how happy he was in october and november. not many people saw that, thanks to training, and joomi is actually relieved.

he doesn't want to talk about any of it. he feels exhausted too, really. he'll blame the holidays, too, and his birthday, despite all of it being far emptier than he let himself hope for.

the good thing that comes with the holidays passing is a little less financial stress. all presents are paid for, any other unforeseen christmas or new year related circumstances have been avoided. that means he has some disposable income again, most of it still spent on feeding his friends, but some of it spent on other things, like art from the artist he met at the christmas market. he thought about her art a lot since then, and when he had the money, decided he'd like to buy something for his and sua's apartment that is slowly growing less bland by the day. the woman was kind enough to offer to have him pick it up to save him on shipping, and he was happy to oblige.

he knocks, and to his surprise, hyunki appears at the door. he saw him at the artist's stall at the christmas market, too. okay. definitely not a coincidence. he nods and offers a soft, close-lipped smile. "that's me." he steps inside, then pauses a moment, before risking a somewhat personal question slash assumption: "i'm guessing the artist is your mom? i really love her work."

✧.* @bejoomi

for a twenty year old boy who had his own place, hyunki found himself lounging at his mothers' home, the one he'd grown up in since he was twelve, frequently. sometimes he came to bother his moms or sister who all still resided in the home, sometimes just for dinner, or times like today where he just felt like being there with his rare free time, still enjoying the down time while university was on break.

all of the family was spread out through the apartment doing various things. his eomma had been watching "the masked singer" reruns with him in the living room before being drawn away by his mom calling for her partner, leaving hyunki alone on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a look of distaste for the person currently performing under the mask. he couldn't remember who it was, but he wasn't a fan.

he was mid raising his hand to put more popcorn in his mouth when there was a knock on the front door. hyunki turned the television down before setting his bowl of snacks aside and making his way to the front door. there was a recollection of his moms mentioning a visitor for the day, someone who lived nearby coming to pick up a commission. though a smile spread on his face when he looking through the peep hole and pulled the door open.

"joomi!" he greeted happily seeing his friend. it hadn't been long since the pair had briefly seen each other at the christmas market, but it was always nice to see a familiar face. "are you the one picking up a painting?" hyunki inquired, stepping aside to welcome the other into the home.

[besiwoo]

king of hearts starter for @behyunki

"it's us again," siwoo says, smiling at hyunki. their last performance together had ... less than lackluster feedback from the judges if he's being honest. and while siwoo was one to usually have snide remarks ready at the back of his mind, he didn't quite blame them this time. still, he at the very least knows he's able to work well with hyunki – their previous chemistry with pink venom had helped prove so.

siwoo sifts through the accessories, thinking of what might fit best. "something hearts related for your calling card," he hums under his breath. this, siwoo thinks, is something i can get used to. it's no secret that siwoo quite enjoys fashion ( from the way he'd dress himself, always careful to try and look his best ). "a heart bracelet or brooch would look nice," he says, "since we don't have the budget to go with my personal favourite, the alexander mcqueen locket, we'll need to get a little creative," he jokes. he tugs at the collar of hyunki's outfit and smiles, placing the brooch subtly against his chest.

"what do you think?" he asks, guiding hyunki to the mirror. "you look really good. if i was an audience member, you would've stolen my heart," he continues, patting his friend on the back.

[thewildfl0wer]

Tomando tranquilamente un trago entre sus manos, en la soledad de un bar de lujo que no tenia mucho público, Hyunki vio a un joven que le hacia extrañamente familiar. ¿Dónde lo había visto antes? Solo sabia que fue hace mucho tiempo, mientras estaba en el país mediterráneo. 

—Oye! Ragazzo!— Llamó al joven hombre, la forma en como lo miraba hacia que Hyunki sospechaba que el entendía lo que estaba diciendo.— Ven, ven amico, te invito a unas copas, pareces un turista perdido, la noche esta algo aburrida con tan poca clientela—

@waideweik​

[refulgence]

a starter for @cvvalier​​​ !

awkward is awkward ― no if’s or buts about it, unfortunately. which is why hyunki jumped at the opportunity to be the one to pass on the message, only he could make something good out of a negative; even if he disagrees with the latter entirely. surprising even him, it seem’s his father doesn’t approve too much of starlings fashion choices ― another thing hyunki will be the first to disagree with also. hands clutching the two plates of food he’d plated up for the both of them, hyunki wanders back off to his bedroom after the stern telling from his father with only a crumb of a plan in mind. pushing the door with his hip, hyunki announces himself just in case, with the gentlest of ‘boos’. “hope you’re hungry, my love,” he coo’s, shimmying the door shut again the very same way. “my dad wants me to tell you something but you’re eating first, no ifs or buts.”

[mvxnn]

a new beginning , @nobilitylost​​ ; minsu

      ❛ Have you had a good day ? ❜ It's still strange for Hyunki to speak without hearing himself. But it seems like the only means of communicating with those who don't know sign language. He had mastered reading lips after his accident ; though at times he still worried people would be uncomfortable talking to him. Minsu though , Hyunki never had to worry about. Hyunki always felt normal or at least as normal as he could feel considering. He opened his bag to pull out two bottles of tea , hanging one to Minsu before opening his own to take a drink. ❛ I'll be glad when we get a bit of a break though. ❜

[moxle]

time to backtrack

it’s been a while, hasn’t it? @yoonsmols

the last few weeks had not been so easy for him. while having to juggle finals, yule ball fundraising, transfiguration meetings, and making sure that his friend (that he just realized he’s in love with) was okay after a traumatic incident, it’s been... very stressful for him, to say the least. he’s surprised he was able to get through all of that in one piece while looking divine for the ball. 

besides haejin, anais, and the rest of the yule ball committee, he hasn’t been able to keep in touch with much anyone ever since things had gotten busy for him. the last time he was able to talk to hyunki, one of his best friends, was after the whole buzzard incident happened. so when he spots the other at the ball, he knew that he had to come and meet him. sure, his date will make a face because of that, but that ultimately didn’t matter to him in the end as long as he got to keep in touch with him. 

“hello?! look at you! you look amazing... as usual,” he says with a bright grin. “you finding everything good so far? i and the other guys worked really hard for tonight to be awesome.” 

he looks around the both of them to make sure that no one was around to hear him say something more private. with everyone looking distracted, he lowers his voice. “how have you been holding up with everything?” he asks curiously. “i know it’s been a while, so we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but i just wanted to ask. i’ve been worried about you, dude.”

[ephcmeral]

      "Funny thing about that..." Henry chuckled, hand rubbing the back of his neck, "I didn't do that!" // @busanbunnie​ + sc

[blackswcns]

*✧·˚. muse: hyunki *✧·˚. wanted: open to anyone *✧·˚. plot: you and hyunki went to an overnight band camp back when you guys were young. years have passed and hyunki swears he recognizes you in a bar.

throughout the whole night, hyunki kept his eyes on them. their face was so familiar, yet not at the same time. his distraction from his friends was noticed. they kept nudging his shoulder and teasing him for catching out the other from down the bar, telling him to go buy them a drink if he was so interested in them. for awhile, hyunki waved the matter off, telling his pals to knock it off and he wasn’t that interested. but as the night went on, his stares became more and more obvious. “okay... be right back.” he told his friends before picking up his drink and heading their way.

once he approached them, he placed his hand on the back of their bar stool. “i know you.” he said, a slight slur in his voice as he got a better look at them. “but from where?”

[themoonlitwitch]

It was about night time when Hyunki set himself up along the beach. His guitar resting against abdomen and case opened on the floor. He liked the aesthetic of it. He held the instrument like a lover, tender and gentle as he started to pluck at the strings. The vibrations danced with the melody of his voice as they were carried away by the cool breeze of the ocean. He noticed the passer by that came by, glancing over and offering a small smile as he continued to sing.

[mxgnvmxpvs]

Muse: Sun Hyunki, 21 Open to: male only ! Plot: Your muse won a contest for a private show with Hyunki and somehow your muse thinks he looks very familiar..

Hyunki hooked the face mask over his ears as he began to set up his webcam. The site he used for his shows had recently held a contest for its subscribers to enter and win a private show with any of the top ten most popular cam stars, him being one of them. The images used of him never showed what he looked like, most cropped at the neck or right above the usual mask that adorned his face to keep his privacy. The only time anyone would see his head in frame would be if he had a cap, glasses and mask ( which he was usually too lazy to do ).

Letting out a quiet hum as he signed into the designated chatroom, Hyunki slid on the pair of fake glasses he always wore, tousling his hair a bit as he waited on the lucky winner to join. After waiting a minute or so, another user popped in and the cam boy gave a small wave to the camera as he leaned in, resting his chin against the palm of his hand. “Hey, congrats on winning a show with me.” He cooed, a soft sultry giggle falling past his lips. “Why don’t you turn on your camera so we can have some fun, hmm?”

[lucidrims]

˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . hyunki coming thru for @dunkdazed

            what was supposed to be a great night is slowly turning out to be an even better one after being informed that he and his friend group would be joined by others - including an individual who stirred all sorts of feelings in him. upon seeing said individual approaching their table with his own group of friends, a grin comes forth. being the friendly person that he was, hyunki stood up from his seat, greeting the newcomers with handshakes, saving him for last. " nice to see you again, hyung. " he teasingly remarked, reaching with his hand out for a shake, wanting to laugh at the already annoyed expression on his face.

[pnwhccl-moved]

           Henry snorts, lounging back against the pirate's bed with a look of amusement. "What's wrong, Princey?" Coos Henry as he shifts to scoot closer towards Eric with a playful smile. "You look all cute and soft right now." Continues Henry, pressing his chin onto the elder's shoulder.  "Come on! Tell me what's wrong, hyung!" Whines the spy, wiggling around with a pout. >> @pastelpaint

[besiwoo]

celebration after episode 4 of next gen. starter for @behyunki

he's drunk – on both happiness and alcohol. it's the first time his team has won something, the first time he's received some sort of praise on next gen. and it isn't like siwoo's unfamiliar with praise ( growing up the way he had, he was surrounded by it. though whether they were genuine or not, would be a different story ). still, the feeling of winning... of being looked at, it felt good.

it had started off as him inviting hyunki over for some celebratory drinks, nothing too fancy. a simple; "we should head over to my place, as a celebration." but it would have been a lie if siwoo said that he hadn't noticed the glances, the subtle stares – it would have been a lie if siwoo had said that he'd never reciprocated. that he didn't find something fun in the way he let his hands linger a little longer on hyunki, anticipating what kind of reaction the boy would give.

it's cruel, on siwoo's part. but it's fun too – and siwoo's always been one for fun.

this time though, he's genuine in his invitation for a few drinks. really, siwoo isn't the type to make friends quickly, yet he'd been able to form a friendship with hyunki easily. still, he finds his cheeks going red, tipsy from the alcohol that he'd been pouring. "hyunki," he says, and he's leaning closer to the boy, "do you think you did a good job capturing the hearts of the audience?" he says in english, his accent peeking through again. "i think we chose a good brooch for you," gently, he taps hyunki's chest, allowing his hands to stay there a little longer than necessary.

[mvxnn]

       ◗     a new beginning , @engulfedintheflames​ ; emmy

Did you want to go try that new food truck today ? Hyunki smiled as he signed , tipping his head towards the sidewalk to show the direction. I heard they have a bunch of different things.

[blckvoidarchived]

♡ → ❝ OPEN.

         it’d only been three days --- just three ! since he’d picked up a bottle of liquor. but hyunki could feel it, that overwhelming feeling of anxiety. truly and overbearing feeling that had quiet literally consumed him for the past twelve hours. it was making him feel insane, or like his heart was going to explode  ---  was it ? he couldn’t really tell anymore. the feeling had finally landed him in a drug store, luckily considering over the counter drugs rather than the alternative. the only healthy instinct he’d ever act on, mark that in your calendars !

           his goal ? any over the counter sedatives ; nyquil and the likes. a few of which were clutched in his hands and brought to the register. it was in that specific instance that he stopped breathing, that was it, he was done for. on the road to passing out, and items practically thrown to the counter as oxygen struggled to fill his lungs. he was breathing, that much was clear externally  ---  he was really just hyperventilating, panicking. he was having an panic attack, without even being aware of it.