#byeongkwan comedy

[lgcbk]

⸻ LEGEND OF THE CURSED HOMSE ( ft. @lgcparker )

Byeongkwan hobbles over to Parker, curled over onto himself with a hand pressed to his lower back. "Sunbae... Sunbae..." he wheezes in a strained voice. "When's our bus get here?" he asks, peering over at the idol as he readjusts his ( you know it, lensless ) reading glasses. What bus you may ask? "To... To the retirement home? I'm so... tired," he sighs, resting an arm against the wall with a huff. What the old team lacked in youth, they'd make up for in comedy.

He decides to drop the act long enough to listen to the staff members go over the rules of the next challenge. Relay drawing? This was almost going to be too easy. "Don't worry dude, I'm practically an artist," he reassures Parker, the first person who'd be recreating his drawing in line, with a cheeky grin. "In fact, it's kind of like my special talent, you know? I'm thinkin'... Everyone knows about idol-actors, but what about idol-artists? Wouldn't it be cool to do some live demos on stage - " He's silenced by the appearance of another staff member holding a notepad, preparing to kick off the first round. He shoots Parker a pair of finger guns and a wink. "Let's show these kids how its done, yeah?"

...Champ? Byeongkwan blinks at the title with a tilt of his head. Isn't that some old horse movie? He shrugs and gets to work on his sketch, throwing together a quick drawing to relay to the others. It almost looked like a horse. If you tilt your head a little... Maybe squint. Maybe stand upside down.

[lgcseojin]

BK

"What's the matter with you?!" He asks playfully, prodding at Seojin's cheek with his pointer finger as his selection begins to play. It's a tune the two had been fans of for a while, and hype enough to set their episode off right. He kicks off a fiery rap performance, waving his arms as he spits bars over Seojin's shoulder - quite literally in some instances. Even as the song comes to a close, he's still bobbing his head and bouncing about wildly, putting Seojin's squat strength to the test.

There is no other choice than for Seojin to grit his teeth and take the challenge in stride. His eyes briefly close when he finally feels the other's weight on his back, a pained grunt of readjustment escaping him. He hooks his arms underneath Byeongkwan's knees and pulls him in tightly—a bit too tight but he needed to make sure his disdain was clear.

The entirety of his friend's performance is spent with a despondent look on Seojin's face. Although he made a show of bouncing him around and shouting some of the lyrics back at him every once in a while, the fast paced and high energy movements could only last so long before he feels his body grow tired. He internally scolds himself for his low performance, but his defense states that two months of intensive evaluations have him at a clear disadvantage. This is nothing compared to the multi-mile trek with a 50lb bag he did during his time in the army. Or so he tells himself.

When the song ends, he huffs out a sigh of relief and all but collapses on the floor. He still makes note of looking up at the machine, however, eyes narrowed to scrutinize the score. The number he reads has him baffled—not only for the comedy quality, but for the confusing outcome from what Seojin swears was a stellar performance.

"What's the score? It says... Sixty-ni—" he chokes out a laugh. "Let's say... round up to 70," With a cheeky hum, he turns to his friend with his arms crossed, lips turned up in a smug grin. Byeongkwan should know this look by now. Seojin is poised to tease him. "Not bad, but... You might wanna rethink the whole rapping thing if that's the case."

The wink he shoots him before handing him the bowl of challenges is enough to quell any mystery that he is serious—and he is not. Factually, BK is the best rapper he knows.

"Pick my challenge next, babe."

[restlessmaknae]

chasing love (chasing you)

All it takes is one masquerade, one dance and one lost high heel, and Kim Byeongkwan already finds himself chasing after you, but life always seems to get in the way.

➳ Characters: choreographer!Byeongkwan x contemporary dancer!reader/you

➳ Genre: fluff, comedy, modern cinderella au (yeah, has the ‘another cinderella story’ movie vibes, too)

➳ Words: 8.2k

➳ A/N: Dedicated to @dat-town​ 💖 I can��t believe you guessed the song based on just one hint, but I hope that the story itself will have some surprises for you nevertheless. *-* Wishing you the best birthday ever, and here’s to many more fun roleplay games, kdrama nights, intellectual (or not so intellectual) conversations, dissing and cooking sessions! Hope you can achieve everything you wish to achieve in this year! Love you so much that my love wouldn’t fit into potato boy’s pocket! 💖💖💖

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“Dude, we HAVE to go!”

Kang Yuchan’s excitement can be heard in his voice, seen on his face and read from his body language. He is the human embodiment of joy, but his best friend... Not so much. He doesn’t really appreciate his words, instead, he raises an eyebrow.

“There are so many places I would rather be than a masquerade, thank you so much,” says Kim Byeongkwan, also known as Jason, a bit edgy. His friend either doesn’t notice or doesn’t want to acknowledge Byeongkwan’s frustration.

“But you can meet cute girls, and you can also dance! How fun is that?”

“Do I have to remind you that I’m at the arts academy in the first place because I don’t have the inspiration to dance anymore? Why would I go to a party of all places?” Byeongkwan asks, very much annoyed, reminding his best friend why he’s actually studying at the same arts academy as him.

Here’s the thing: Kim Byeongkwan is a famous dancer and choreographer known by his stage name Jason. He started at 5, made it big at 15, barely finished high school afterwards, but still, he worked with and worked for big names, and he thought that his life was all set. He was doing well, he was good at what he was doing, and he was known for his talent. He didn’t get stuck at the underappreciated level, he made it big as he was making choreographies for kpop bands and soloists, and he was dancing in CFs and other promotional films for big companies like Samsung, Hyundai and Lotte.

Yet, ever since his mother died, he didn’t find his great escape in dancing. It was as if even the one thing that always provided solace for him seemed distant, almost uncomfortable. Thus, since his whole life revolved around dancing and dancing only, he really didn’t know what else to do. He felt lost and helpless, he even contemplated giving up altogether. That was until Yuchan suggested checking out the arts academy he also attended as an acting major. Byeongkwan’s agency gave in, telling him to try and find inspiration from other students and the classes he would attend there and in exchange for attending any class of his choice and not having any special application to enter, his agency would hold a talent show at the end of the semester for the students of the academy, granting two winners (one in singing and one in dancing) a place at the company and a deal for two years.

So far, the only thing that came out of this whole thing was the ruckus with him being a student with others and girls swooning over him and trying to get his number. Sure, it was cool that he made choreographies for BTS and EXO as well, but he didn’t think that so many girls would be following his every step as if he was the celebrity himself. It was surreal, he didn’t know what to do with this sudden attention.

So nope, he definitely doesn’t feel like going to a party where he can meet those so-called cute girls even though the arts academy is huge, so he’s sure that there are nice girls out there. He merely wasn’t so lucky so far.

“But dude, you might find your muse there,” Yuchan keeps on going with his prompting agenda, a grin on full display, and Byeongkwan is sure that his friend would make a great salesman. Not that acting doesn’t suit him, but he’s sure someone who can be fully convincing if he wants to. “Besides, you can wear a costume and a mask, chances are people won’t even recognize you. I can also help you dye your hair if you want to,” he suggests casually, shrugging his shoulders as if it would mean nothing to him, and it would be an everyday thing to dye his bro’s hair (hint: it’s not).

Byeongkwan rolls his eyes, not very fond of the idea of attending a party organised by the arts academy even though his friend is right; it would be a masquerade, so less chances for having crazy fangirls around.

But still, is this really where his life is going?

“Girl, we HAVE to go!”

Your best friend’s - Jinhee’s - whining doesn’t help the state of your heart, not when your hopes of going to the masquerade have been crushed. Her all too enthusiastic self only makes things worse.

“But I’ve told you, my aunt gave me so many chores, it’s impossible that I’ll finish in time. Plus, since my cousins are going to the party, it would be suspicious if I also left the house,” you point out, your reasoning shaking her a bit. You know your cousins will go and your aunt will attend a wedding, but she will be back by midnight because she needs her “8 hours of beauty sleep”, and you have to be ready with all the chores by that time. So basically, it’s a mission impossible to finish in time and to go to the masquerade tomorrow at the same time which leaves you with no choice but to leave your best friend hanging.

“But I’ve already made our clothes, and you’ve wanted to go so bad!”

This is what hurts the most; that the few things you would want to have in life are things that you can’t have because you’re still stuck with your aunt - the one who became your legal guardian when your mother died - and your evil cousins. Always having to run errands for them and taking care of all the household chores instead of them doesn’t leave you with too much time to earn money to be able to afford moving. So you’re stuck with them even though you’re already an adult, and the only reason you can attend the arts academy is because your cousins are there, so they can monitor you any time.

Needless to say, they got in because your aunt bribed the head of the academy, and you got in fair and square through an audition. You don’t know why your aunt thinks that they would make great singers because their voices are terrible, and their performance tests are always rather poor, but maybe it’s for the prestige; so that they can say they attend the famous Bang Arts Academy, previously a home to some pretty big names in the entertainment industry.

“Maybe next time.” You just shrug your shoulders, not wanting to break down in front of your best friend because it’s really not the end of the world that you can’t go. It’s just disappointing; having to say no to something you would really want to experience for yourself.

So you just sit in silence for some excruciatingly long moments, your best friend mopping over the missed opportunity to see you in the dress she made (because she’s a fashion designer, and a really good one on top of that), and to get to know that you can’t make it only a day before the big event. That’s life though, it’s really not sunshine and rainbows for you, but you’re over the point of crying over every single thing that goes wrong.

Jinhee then clicks her fingers and turns to you with her whole body. You can already tell that she has something in mind because that determined look on her face is there whenever she gets hit by inspiration for a new design or she connects the dots while reading some stories.

“Wait a minute! I might know someone who can help,” she remarks rather confidently, and violently starts typing on her phone. If it weren’t for the circumstances, you would think that she’s angry, and that’s why she’s typing so aggressively, but it warms your heart that she tries so hard to make it work.

A few seconds pass by, and you can only hear her typing before she looks up at you, all smiley.

“It’s settled. You’re coming. We’ll be back by midnight, and your aunt wouldn’t know a single thing!”

“How?” You can’t help but furrow your eyebrows in question. You’re eternally grateful for your best friend’s help, but how can she make this work? Does she know a cleaning company?

“I have my connections,” she reassures you, adding a cheeky wink to her words, and you know better than to question her. Once Jinhee puts her mind to something, she pushes through with it, so whatever that connection is, you know you can be there at the party tomorrow.

It turns out that Jinhee’s brother’s girlfriend’s cousin has a cleaning company, and they were persuaded to help you out on the day of the masquerade, and since Jinhee says they are very efficient, you believe her that they will finish in time while you can still attend the masquerade. Which is just great! You were so ready to give up on this party, but now you have every reason to be happy because the dress your best friend made is beautiful and elegant, yet it’s comfortable enough not to feel like a fish out of water, and you can spend this time with your best friend. Finally, a night you can enjoy without having to worry about having more to-dos with each passing hour, and without having to run away from your evil cousins because it’s a masquerade, so you have your pretty dress, a mask that covers your whole face and a very nice hairstyle, and your cousins probably won’t be able to recognize you.

Jinhee is bubbly, too, chatting away her excitement, and telling you about the special technique she used for the skirt part of her own dress while you two are standing by the food stall, sipping on your fruit punches. Maybe some people need alcohol to feel good, but you two are the complete opposite: you feel better without alcohol because you’re both lightweights, not to mention that Jinhee’s stomach can’t handle alcohol, so basically, she never drinks it.

You listen to her chattering with a fond smile, so thankful that you can be here because of her assistance, and it seems like such a perfect moment that you wish to capture it and store it in your heart.

That is until someone spills his drink on your best friend’s dress.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so, so, so very sorry! Are you okay?” The stranger dressed as Cupid asks your best friend who’s fuming, but it’s nowhere near as bad as it could be.

“Yeah, sure. Just be sure to be more careful next time!” She reprimands the guy whose eyes widen in fear, and even though you can’t see his face because of the mask, you’re sure his facial expressions would be equally as scared as his eyes. “I’ll go and try to clean it,” Jinhee adds as she looks at you, and you give a brief nod.

So she leaves for the bathroom, and you would think that the Cupid guy would evaporate, but he actually starts following her, asking if she’s really okay, and if he can do anything to help her. No matter how much Jinhee tries to wave him off, he keeps trailing behind her, and you shake your head with a smile, amused at the sight.

As you look back, you realise that just like your best friend left you, the Cupid guy left his (probably) friend too by the food stall, awkwardly standing there with his glass of (probably) fruit juice.

“I’m actually not surprised he did that. He’s just so clumsy,” he speaks up unashamedly, and his words seem more like a friendly call-out than anything else, but still, you let out a little giggle.

“And he seems adamant, too.”

“He is. God, he is!” The guy who’s dressed as a goblin agrees, and he joins you in laughter. His laughter is a soft and carefree one, and you find it a nice sound, especially in the hustle-bustle of the party and the all too loud background music. “He really wanted me to come, and even offered to dye my hair.”

“Maybe he just wanted to spend time with you. My best friend was the same. She even made this dress for me, so that I would have one more reason to come,” you tell him with a smile, and maybe it’s because of the masks and the fact that you can’t tell fully how he’s reacting, but you find it easy to talk to him, and to tell him such things.

“It’s cool that you have a tailor-made costume. We basically got ours at a second-hand shop because my best friend isn’t the man of deadlines, and I’ve given in to come only yesterday,” he lets you know, and you can feel his warmth despite the edge to his words, and you can tell that he’s not really angry at his friend. He seems used to that so-called best friend’s antics, too.

So you smile at him because you can imagine his friend being all over the place after witnessing for yourself how he could spill that drink over your best friend’s dress. You can’t tell how the goblin guy is feeling, but you don’t think it’s that awkward when silence falls over you. Or well, to be precise, momentary silence in your conversation, not complete silence because the DJ puts on another song, and it’s being played all too loud for your ears. But at least it’s a slower song, not one that you can imagine people twerking to.

Though you’re not too sure about that awkwardness when you’re literally pushed towards each other by a group of friends who come to the food stall to grab something to eat, and your face is inches away from his face. Despite not seeing his face, you can tell from the abyss in his eyes that he’s a warm-hearted person, and the way he takes a step back almost immediately makes you assume that he’s a considerate one, too.

“Do you want to dance?”

You find yourself saying, and you can see how his eyes widen. Sure, it might not be an everyday thing that a girl asks a guy to dance, but you’re a dance major (contemporary dance), and one of the reasons you wanted to come today was for the dance. Dancing without a routine or a fixed set of moves. Just dancing.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you clarify before he could think that you’re pushy, but he just shakes his head.

“It’s okay. Let’s dance!”

There’s something uncertain in his voice that makes you question whether he’s actually comfortable with the idea of dancing, but you would never make fun of him even if he was a terrible dancer. So you make your way to the dancefloor, stepping closer to him (this time on purpose), and putting your hands on his shoulders while he’s placing his hands on your hips. His touch is gentle yet firm, and once you start moving, you can tell he’s not anyone new to dancing.

The way your moves follow each other without even discussing anything seems like a well-structured routine though. It’s as if your bodies are connected, and you can feel how the other will move, and you react to it almost immediately. It’s pleasant this way, and once you’re confident enough about his skills, you dare to lean on him more, and use his strength to keep you steady. He sure is a dancer, you notice quite quickly, but you can’t tell what kind of a dancer. His moves are not ones of a ballerino or a contemporary dancer like yourself, but they aren’t entirely loose either.

No matter what the case might be, it’s nice dancing with him, you feel almost weightless, and while trust is a big thing when you dance with someone else, it’s not even a question that you trust him and he trusts you back. You both dance to the soft and slow melody of the song as if it was something you actually practiced, and you don’t even notice that you’ve been dancing for some time when a more upbeat song comes on, and you’re brought back to reality.

Your steps become uncertain, and soon enough, he halts his steps as well, so you look at each other and head back to the food stall without a word where your friends are already talking, and once you arrive, they can’t stop gushing about how you two were such perfect dance partners. Your friends continue to chat most of the time, but you also get to speak up sometimes, and you get to know that the guy is taking mostly hip-hop classes while the Cupid guy is an acting major. The latter can’t stop telling funny stories, and you laugh and smile a lot beside them, enjoying yourself in their company until the clock strikes midnight.

“Oh my gosh, I need to go!” You exclaim frantically as you grab your best friend’s arm.

“Oh my gosh, we need to go!” Jinhee repeats after you, and without further ado, you two leave the two boys behind as if your life depended on it (maybe it did), and you’re already in your best friend’s car, heading towards your aunt’s house when you realise that you didn’t even ask for the Goblin guy’s name, and in that big hurry of yours, you accidentally leave one of your high heels behind.

Thankfully, that’s the worst thing that happens that night since you just manage to arrive before your aunt does, and you hop into bed, pretending to sleep while your aunt is going around the (hopefully) clean house. Seeing the way she doesn’t start yelling at you to clean up again, Jinhee’s brother’s girlfriend’s cousin’s cleaning company probably did a very good job, so you’re relieved, falling into a dreamy dream about that goblin guy and the way he held you in his arms so securely.

Byeongkwan is confused. Big time. Yuchan is confused, too. Big time.

All they know is that they danced and had fun with two lovely girls, and all they have is the picture of their costumes in their heads and Byeongkwan’s mysterious girl’s high heel. That’s it. No name or department or whatsoever because even though they shared the same about themselves, the girls didn’t mention such things. In short: they are doomed. In more detail: they are very hopeless, very clueless and very much doomed.

Even though Byeongkwan would be ready to give up because what are the chances of meeting you again, Yuchan isn’t the same. He keeps on talking about his mysterious girl from the night, and how much he felt the vibe, and how much he wishes he said or asked anything that would help find her, but they didn’t get into small talks about who they were or what they did at the academy, they talked about more fun stuff, and well, now that’s a big problem. How are you just supposed to search for someone who lost their shoe? Sure, they could print out leaflets or maybe even use the speakers from the administration office, but wouldn’t that be weird?

“Dude, just ask girls to dance with you! Who cares if they get to know that they danced with Jason? I’m pretty sure they would be happy,” Yuchan suggests one afternoon after all their brancells were fixated on finding a way to find their mysterious girls from the night. Not that the girls could find them either. They didn’t even have a lost shoe to begin with, and they didn’t even seem to search for one.

“I don’t want the unwanted attention. I might make her uncomfortable, and she might feel scared showing up to me if she knows that the whole academy would know that we were the ones dancing together,” Byeongkwan reasons, letting out a heavy sigh afterwards.

Gosh, he knew he shouldn’t have signed up for that masquerade, but the truth is… He doesn’t mind the fact that night happened because you awakened something in him. You made him remember why he started dancing, and with you, he didn’t worry about messing up, and he didn’t feel like he couldn’t dance either. He just did, and concentrated on you and you only, and it was just something truly magical. For that reason, he definitely doesn’t mind going, but now for not knowing how to meet up with you again, he sure does.

Yuchan shakes his head, then aggressively starts sipping from his banana milk. He nearly chokes on it in the next second, and even though his best friend is ready to pat his back, Yuchan holds his hands up high, stopping him.

“I’ve got an idea!”

“That made you choke already, starts good,” Byeongkwan hums, not too impressed, but as pumped up as his friend is whenever he’s hit by something, he doesn’t care about his slightly savage response.

“Attend different classes to find her! I mean, you can do so, you have the right because you’re here to find inspiration, and we could both see that she’s no ordinary girl, she’s actually a dancer. Also, you’ve said that if your hunch is right, she’s probably more on the elegant side, so maybe try visiting ballet lessons first? Then, you can go onto others. I mean, you’re the dancer, you know this better than me,” he runs his mouth excitedly, his eyes wide in enthusiasm. He keeps on his hopeful smile, and this time, Byeongkwan doesn’t tell him to shut up. Instead, he bites down on his lower lip.

“You do have a point, but that might take a while.”

“Well, worst things worse, maybe she will show up at the talent show, but that’s at the end of the semester, so still two months from now on,” Yuchan points out, shrugging his shoulders a bit sulkily because he doesn’t want to admit that Byeongkwan is right, and his plan might take some time to actually work out, but who knows? It still might bring her mysterious girl back to him.

“Oh, and wait! Your mysterious girl made the costume for my mysterious girl, so she might do something like that at uni, too!” Byeongkwan mentions as he tries to remember the details from that night, but instead of a content grin, he only gets a nudge in his side.

“Why are you telling me this only now? Are you really my best friend?” The other boy huffs, clearly hurt. “I could have already started looking for that girl! Gosh, I gotta go and use all my connections to find her now that I know she might be… uhm… maybe in the design department?” Yuchan already starts standing up from the desk, but falters when he tries to connect the dots. He’s like that meme in which one guy tells the other that he didn’t connect shit. Maybe she just likes making dresses in her free time.

Anyways, both Yuchan and Byeongkwan start looking for their mysterious girls afterwards, and as much as it’s tiring, it actually gives Byeongkwan a sense of adrenaline. He was so hopeless, just wandering in the big world of his dreams and crushed hopes after his mother died, but now he has a reason to look forward to each and every day, and no matter how silly that reason is, he’s actually curious who you are, what kind of dance you do, why you like dancing… And he could go on and on, but one thing is for sure: no matter with whom he dances in the next weeks, it wouldn’t be the same if it wasn’t you.

He’s not ready to give up, but he loses more and more hope as time goes by, and Yuchan’s search doesn’t seem fruitful either even though he tries to contact everyone on SNS who might be under the design department. As for Byeongkwan, after ballet classes, he goes onto jazz and ballroom dance classes, and he tries his best not to look weird trying to fit in yet still trying to check out how girls around him dance, but it’s a bit ridiculous still.

So next up, a contemporary class it is, and even though it’s another one that’s very different from his hip-hop background and sexier choreographies, he sees the beauty in it, and he sees the beauty and familiarity in your movements which makes him feel like a fire has ignited inside of him. He knows that it’s you, it has to be you, but he doesn’t want to jump at you in the middle of the class or stare at you inappropriately, so he waits until the end of the class to go up to you.

While you’re taking sips from your water bottle, he gathers the courage to actually turn to you and speak up:

“Can I dance with you?”

At the sight of your widened eyes, he realises how stupid and ridiculous it sounds coming from him - Jason -, a mere intruder at your usual contemporary dance class, but the words have already slipped from his mouth, so what can he do?

“Why?” You furrow your eyebrow in question, putting the lid back on your water bottle and putting it back into your bag. You seem nonchalant, almost neutral, but there’s no judgement in your eyes that would keep him back from asking the question.

Though when it comes to the actual execution, he finds himself stumbling upon his words and blurting out something along the lines:

“Well, why not?”

Now, you definitely narrow your eyes, alarmed, checking him out - probably to test his intentions -, and he swears there’s no inappropriate intention behind his question, he’s just not very experienced talking to girls who have bewitched him with their dance. Read: it has never happened before, so he has no clue what to do, and the way you’re ready to leave, not impressed by his question, he knows he has messed it up.

In sheer panic, the right words finally come out:

“It’s you, isn’t it? The girl from the masquerade,” he says a bit tentatively, but his question is enough for you to turn on your heels and face him. Luckily, the others have already left the practice room, so there are no witnesses to his attempt to get the truth out of you, but it doesn’t mean that there’s no burden on his shoulders.

You let out a sigh, confused, but you stay in one place, not intending to leave again.

“There were a lot of girls at the masquerade,” you point out very much reasonably, and even though you don’t seem like you would run away like that night, Byeongkwan has this immense urge in him to drop his confession onto you, so he does exactly the same.

“But not everyone danced like you; as if they didn’t have anything more to lose, and they were so passionate that it was eye-catching. I was speechless, and dancing with you to that slow song made me realise yet again why dancing is something I enjoy doing,” he says in one-go, but seeing how you’re still not convinced, he adds that he was dressed as a goblin and his friend was dressed as Cupid, and now, he can see the twinkles in your eyes.

There are so many emotions going through his body at the sight of your realisation, and the way you’re speechless for a moment that it makes him wonder whether you have good memories of that night, or you’re just not sure how to reject him. Because dancing and talking one night doesn’t mean that you should feel obligated to continue getting to know you, and if you didn’t want to do so, he would respect your decision for sure.

The seconds that pass by seem excruciating, and it doesn’t help either that your facial expression is literally frozen, so he begins preparing himself for the worst. Thankfully, your features soften as you speak up.

“Dance is the great escape from my life ever since my mom died,” you confess bitterly, and when he catches your eyes, he can see the same kind of burning passion as he used to have. You’re desperate to hold onto something, you want something to keep you grounded and sane, and it’s dancing for you. He should have known since there are great dancers who use their bodies to dance, but there are exceptional dancers who use their heart and soul to dance. You, without a doubt, belong to the latter category.

Maybe it’s the mutual understanding or the bittersweet atmosphere covering both of you, but he finds himself opening up, something that was never easy for him, especially since he lost a loved one.

“I thought the same until my mom died. Then, I didn’t know how to dance anymore. I didn’t feel like dancing. I was lost…” Byeongkwan breathes the words out, melancholic. You give him a weak smile, one that prompts him to go on, and he’s eternally grateful for your trust; that you trust him even after just one encounter. Or maybe it’s the way your bodies and hearts connected that night that you feel so at ease beside each other.

“I was so afraid of losing everything so suddenly that’s precious to me that I couldn’t do what I loved the most. It was as if my fears had become reality, and I proved my own point, but it was a vicious cycle. I made myself believe that I was no longer able to dance well, and so I wasn’t.”

The words that were so difficult to say out loud seem almost weightless now, and as he tells you more and more, he realises how much this confession shouldn’t have been weighing down on him. Instead, he should have just said them out loud, screamed into the void. Yuchan was understanding, of course, but it wasn’t the same with him as it is with you; talking about dancing with someone who cherishes dancing as much as he does.

You, on the other hand, seem to understand him even without more details, and the empathy in your eyes makes his heart flutter. Is it really possible to feel this way when it’s the first time he met you personally? To be precise, he met you face-to-face. Sure, he doesn’t have anything against being behind a mask because dancing with you and talking with you in your costumes was enough for him to be interested in you, but now that he sees every twitch of your lips, every freckle dotting your pale skin, every shade in your dark orbs, every emotion being mirrored in your body language, it’s different. More personal. Better.

“That must have been hard. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t been able to dance,” you admit after a few seconds of silence, and your sincerity tugs on his heartstrings. He might not have thought how similar you two are on the dancefloor, but he feels strangely understood by an almost stranger.

“I didn’t either. Not until I met you.”

The words are out before Byeongkwan could think twice about them, and as much as he’s honest, he also thinks that he’s a fool because he may seem pushy or cringey or outright rude, and he would never want to make you feel this way. Instead of panic or doubt though, all he can see is that you’re clearly touched, but the moment just has to be interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. Even Byeongkwan can hear how the woman on the other side of the phone yells at you:

“Where the hell are you? I’ve told you we have an important guest coming over. I can’t blow my chances with him, or else, I might go down the drain of underappreciated models even at the age of 45!”

The boy is confused big time (Who’s that woman? Is she really a model? Why is she using such a language towards you?), but you don’t even flinch, and that surprises and saddens him at the same time. When you hung up and put your phone back into your pocket, he’s not taken aback that you announce:

“I gotta go.”

“But...” He wants to hold you up, saying that he doesn’t even know your name or any other contact information of yours, but before the words could roll off his tongue, you’re already out of sight.

Dear gosh, it really feels like chasing after you, but now, he has one more clue, and he can come back to this class next week, no need to worry about attending any other class to run into you. Or well, to purposely run into you again.

You definitely don’t expect the goblin guy to reveal himself as Jason, the famous dancer and choreographer, who caused quite a ruckus when it turned out that he would come here to attend some classes. People were wondering about the intention behind his sudden presence at an arts academy when he already made it big, and girls were swooning over how cool and handsome he was from up-close. Which isn’t far from the truth, you have to admit, but you just can’t believe it.

Sure, you know who he is even if you two don’t do the same kind of dance, and you’ve also heard about him attending Bang Arts Academy, even more so because you are planning to take part in that competition his agency holds at the end of the semester in hopes of getting away from your evil cousins and your evil aunt. If you manage to win in the dance category, you’ll be given a two-year deal and also a dormitory, so no need to wipe floors for the rest of your life and worry about the nonexistent time you could have to yourself to actually make money.

But still… what were the chances of meeting Kim Byeongkwan through the masquerade and having him confess to you that you made him feel something that he has thought he has lost? You feel sorry for him, of course you do, you can’t even imagine how devastating it must have been for him to lose his mother recently because you were fairly young when you lost yours. On the other hand, you can’t imagine that you, a mere dancer, can make him want to dance again. That’s both fluttering and scary at the same time. You don’t want to disappoint him again if you manage to dance together in the future.

Though it seems like life is just not on your side because the class he attended with you wasn’t a weekly one, it was just a workshop, so a one-time thing, and even if he would come back to the same practice room at the same time, he wouldn’t find you there because you have your usual class at a different practice room. So again, no way of contacting each other, and despite the fact that at least you know who he is (unlike him), you can’t just DM him on social media, saying that you wouldn’t mind getting to know him better, and go around searching for Kim Byeongkwan when he’s known for not attending regular classes.

So you would be doomed yet again if it weren’t for your friends who actually manage to connect the dots and make things work. Yuchan - the Cupid guy - finds your best friend on social media thanks to Byeongkwan telling him that Jinhee must be under the design department, and Jinhee responds all too enthusiastically that they should meet. When they meet, they realise that you and Byeongkwan still haven't contacted each other, so they set up a meeting, and that’s how the four of you end up around a bench on campus.

“I’m telling you, Byeongkwan is seriously the worst at these kinds of things, so don’t worry if he’s not the man of words. He tries to say what’s on his mind, but his words come out pretty savage, so it feels like being reprimanded by your mother whenever he tries to compliment you,” Yuchan blabbers as if you were lifelong friends, and while Jinhee lets out a laughter, you only smile to yourself, exchanging a glance with the said boy who feels just a tiny bit uncomfortable.

“He didn’t seem to struggle with his words around me,” you mention casually, and even if it’s meant to save him from further embarrassment, Yuchan doesn’t want to change the topic. Instead, he becomes a full-on touched, surprised and proud best friend.

“Oh my gosh, dude! That’s great! You can finally open up to people! Even though I could feel hurt by it since you don’t like to open up to me, I’m just so proud of you for overcoming-”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” Byeongkwan shuts him up by covering his friend’s mouth with his hands, and even though Yuchan keeps on talking, he doesn’t let go of him until he decides to be quiet for a moment.

You giggle at the sight, finding the two friends’ bickering funny, and the atmosphere is light and cosy, so you really feel as if you’ve known each other for years. Maybe that’s why Jinhee is prompted to let her mouth loose.

“Y/n was the same. She’s usually not one to talk about boys, but she kept wondering who this goblin guy might be, and it was just sooooo cute,” your best friend coos, and never have you felt so attacked in your life. Jinhee really did decide to throw you under the bus in front of Kim Byeongkwan, huh?

“Cuuuute,” Yuchan remarks all too enthusiastically, and you don’t dare to turn your head towards Byeongkwan for a few seconds, but instead of surprise or shame, he’s actually more amused by what he has heard. Which is fine, if you think about it, since you already know that he felt the same way about your dance from the masquerade.

“Well then, don’t get me started on Jinhee…”

“Oh, no, no! I know something better! Cookies anyone?” Jinhee tries to save herself the moment you try to tell the guys the truth about how she has been thinking of setting up a search to find her mysterious Cupid guy. A literal, physical search with leaflets and all that.

“Come on! I want to hear it!”

“Eat your cookies instead!” Your best friend retorts when Yuchan gets whiny, and shoves a piece of chocolate chip cookie into the boy’s mouth whose mood is immediately lifted. You exchange a glance with Byeongkwan, breaking into a smile when you meet each others’ eyes, and it’s so easy to forget about the fact that you have duties and classes and Byeongkwan also has a meeting with his agency that you feel weightless, happy and carefree, something that you haven’t felt for a long time.

All thanks to him.

The thing is, Kim Byeongkwan is a great guy, which makes it hard not to fall for him.

You have never really let yourself develop feelings for boys before because you know how complicated your life is, and you don’t want someone else to worry about your cousins or aunt. It’s enough that Jinhee is usually worried sick when you don’t reach out to her out of the blue while it’s really just you having to fulfill yet another long list of household chores, or when you get humiliated by your cousins for no absolute reason. It’s like she’s upset for the two of you because you’ve already gotten too used to how things are. Not to mention that you barely have time to yourself, so how could you go on dates with guys?

However, even though things are the same, Byeongkwan makes it work. Since he doesn’t have a fixed schedule at the academy and his career has been put on hold due to his lack of inspiration, he can work around your classes (because he doesn’t want to be a creep and attend every class of yours) and duties at home which just makes it easy and comfortable to spend time with him, and to look forward to each and every day, wondering what you might get to know about him that day.

He’s funny, and sometimes he doesn’t even try to, it’s just in the way he reacts so expressively. He’s considerate, always making sure that you feel comfortable beside him, and he’s looking for ways to make things easier for you even if it’s just by buying you your favourite brand of iced coffee or sending you an encouraging song when he knows you most need it. He’s playful, adamant in the smallest of things and teasing you when you least expect him to, but you enjoy it, the way he’s a bit unpredictable. And he’s a great dancer, so you find it difficult to believe that he has actually lost all inspiration some time ago (though you can understand him) because now, when’s dancing with you… He’s a piece of art. His moves are fluid, his body is a continuation of a story he tries to convey, and his heartbeat is the same as the rhythm of the song played in the background, the two matching each other like ad-libs to the main vocal line in a ballad.

Coming from two very different backgrounds when it comes to dance, you learn a lot from him and vice versa. You learn how to loosen up a bit more and find beauty in the quicker, more complex moves while you teach him how to appear a bit more stiff and make longer movements seem smoother and more natural. While hip-hop and contemporary dance aren’t complete opposites, it’s still a lot of fun and quite a challenge to dive yourself into even just the basics of the other’s dance style. You laugh a lot nevertheless, and slowly but surely, you can feel yourself falling for him: for his windshield laughter, for his gentle actions, for his mahogany orbs, for his little teasing remarks and for the way he holds you so securely when you are dancing together. Sure, it helps that your best friends become a couple in the meantime, but you also feel yourself getting closer and closer to him, you just don’t want to make a move, at least not until the day of the competition because you don’t want others to think that you were favoured. Even though Byeongkwan isn’t a part of the judges’ panel, you know how people are: always quick to jump to conclusions, to see more into things than they are.

So you prepare diligently, working on adjusting your choreography for the big day, and even though you get some tips from Byeongkwan himself, he doesn’t put the routine together for you, you do it for yourself. He’s more like a hype man, and it’s heartwarming how supportive he is, even on the day of the performance when he wishes you good luck before he gets lost in the mass of people including the contestants, the audience and the organisers. Jinhee and Yuchan cheer for you in the audience, and despite knowing that your aunt will be there because your cousins will compete, you’re not afraid to be up on the stage.

“Let us begin the big competition! Today, the judges will choose two winners: one in the dancing and one in the singing category. The two lucky contestants will have the chance to join Jason’s agency, sign a contract for two years and receive specialised training to make their hot debut happen. Lessons from professionals and a dorm room will be guaranteed. What more could you want? So let’s begin, shall we?”

The presenter’s, Park Junhee’s, voice is light and excited, but it can’t be compared to the excitement of the audience. Everyone is literally buzzing, and the more contestants show what they have, the more hyped up they are. Of course, there are some rather poor performances (yes, you mean your cousins’ performances), but overall, it turns out to be a fun night, and since you’re by the end, you have the time to get used to the atmosphere by the time you are called onto the stage.

“And now, competing in the dance category with a contemporary dance performance mixed with some hip-hop elements… please, welcome Y/N!” Park Junhee shouts into the mic beamingly, and he gives you an encouraging nod of his head when you run up to the stage and he goes back into the waiting area while you perform.

Truth to be told, your mind shuts off the outside noises when the performance begins, and you concentrate only on the beats of the song you have chosen. You become one with it, let it whisper to you, let it lead you, and you lose track of time and space while you’re presenting the well-practiced moves. Maybe you’re not perfect, but you don’t mind because you forget about who’s watching and what has led up to this moment as you stand there, and it’s such a deliberating feeling that it can’t be compared to anything else.

No wonder your performance comes to an end in no time, and the competition is reaching the final stages by the time you can wrap your head around the fact that you have just performed in front of thousands of people, and based on Jinhee’s and Byeongkwan’s excited messages, you did really well.

“And now, the time everyone has been waiting for…” Park Junhee riles up the audience as he jogs onto the stage with two envelopes in his hand. “The judges have made their decision, and even though everyone did well, there can be only one winner in each category, so let me announce them!”

They start with the singing category, announcing Sohn Jeonghyuck (also known by his stage name Demian) as the winner, and even though you have never heard of him before, his voice was so good, you were literally speechless while you were watching his performance, so you clap genuinely when he shyly gets the trophy from the grinning Junhee.

“Now, onto the winner of the dance category,” the young man continues as he opens the second envelope, and you can feel your heart beating twice as fast when you wait out those seconds that pass by. Even though the world wouldn’t end if you didn’t win, you wish that you could have a new chance in life, and this would be a good start. A really good one. It’s just that nothing has really worked out in your life before as you wanted, so you don’t dare to hope.

“Congratulations, Y/N! You’re the winner in the dance category!”

You are so dumbfounded by the news that you don’t even know what’s going on until Park Junhee comes to grab you by the arm and drags you onto the stage, giving you the trophy and asking you to give a speech. You just jumble out a few words that seem right, but you have no idea how collected they are because you’re just so happy, bathing in the newfound hope and joy, receiving congratulatory words and hugs from your best friend afterwards. It all feels too good, too much like a miracle.

“Aww, I’m so happy for you! You deserved it so much!” Jinhee says, half crying, and Yuchan has to give her a few tissues to dry her tears, but he also gives you his congratulations in the meantime.

Byeongkwan comes up to you a bit later, but you don’t mind because the moment he crushes you into a hug, nothing else matters. He has seen how hard you have worked to prepare for your performance, and he has listened to all your ramblings about how you wish your life could change for the better, and now… Maybe you can finally dare to hope for it to happen.

“Now you can’t run away from me because we’ll be at the same agency,” he remarks cheekily as you pull away from each other, and even though he’s just being playful, you know there’s truth to his words. You kept missing each other in the beginning, and it took you three encounters to actually get each other’s contacts, so you practically chased each other until you could start getting to know each other. But not anymore. Gosh, you’ll work under the same agency as Kim Byeongkwan himself!

“I don’t intend to run away,” you let him know with a smile, and he reciprocates it with his own proud, touched one.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

And you’re glad, too, for your life really takes a turn for the better afterwards. You move out of your aunt’s house to move into the dorms of the agency, and you can cut all ties with your aunt and your cousins (something that you should have done so a long time ago), pursuing your dream and going on all those dates you have missed out on with the boy who makes your heart flutter. So no matter how thorny the road was, you have your own happy ending with Kim Byeongkwan, and it’s really the best you could have wished for.

[peachybun-bun]

The Missing Yogurt

pairing; no pairing unless you count a love between park junhee and his strawberry yogurt

genre; crack/comedy

notes/warnings; none just nonsense

word count; 980 and some change

A loud sigh falls from Junhee’s lips as he closes the door and drops the bag from his shoulder, before pushing it away from the door with his foot. There was plenty of work to be done inside of that bag, but it could wait. He had other plans, and the first course of action was waiting inside of the fridge of his shared apartment.

Shoes off, hood up, Junhee trudged through the hall grumbling to himself, before finally making it to the note covered fridge and opening it to hopefully find his prize after such an exhausting day. Eyes scanning the shelves only finding banana yogurt, Jun’s brows furrowed in slight panic, before closing the door and checking the note he had left this morning stating, “Do not touch my yogurt!”

Clearly someone in the apartment had not listened. He had even underlined it and signed it. Junhee thought he was a reasonable person. He was willing to share things, including his food, but this day had been particularly shitty. He had made one simple request, and it had been ignored.

Sniffing hard as he shoved his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, Jun glanced around the kitchen, only to feel himself become more irritated when he realized his yogurt thief had the gall to leave the foil top on the counter. Inspecting it closer, Jun's eyes narrowed, before looking around as if someone were standing right next to him. The yogurt was still cold. This thief had just committed their crime.

Normally he would brush something like this off and forgive and forget, but knowing he could catch them literally red handed? The idea was just too satisfying. Taking off out of the room with purpose, Junhee checked the living room, finding it empty, before beginning to open doors one by one without knocking. “Donghun hyung!”

Startled, the older man looked up from his desk, pushing headphones off his head with a confused expression on his face, no yogurt to be seen. Junhee furrowed his brows and simply held up a hand apologetically, knowing he’d have to explain himself later, but for now there were more rooms to check.

Stopping in front of the next room, Jun considers this one and knocks twice, before pushing the door open as Sehyoon makes a sound of acknowledgement. Glancing around his room before looking at him, Junhee knew his friend wasn’t his thief before he finally met his eyes.

“Can I help you?”

Shaking his head and frowning deeply in thought, the younger man steps out backwards without a word, leaving Sehyoon confused as Jun shuts the door.

Eyes on the end of the hall, only two rooms left, Jun followed the sound of conversation and laughter, pushing a door open to find the two youngest roommates and his strawberry yogurt in the hand of Byeongkwan, who took a bite as he met his eyes. “The betrayal I feel at this moment…is so real.”

Sitting on his bed, Chan found himself unable to hold back a laugh, but he quickly rubbed his lips together as Jun glared at him, before holding up a hand as he tried to defend himself.

“Hyung...there is still banana yogurt in the fridge.”

Disgust fell over Junhee’s features as his eyes met Byeongkwan’s as he licked his lips, savoring the last strawberry yogurt. “Banana? Banana. Chan-ssi, there is banana yogurt in the fridge, did you know? I’m going to kill you, Byeongkwan!”

Among the commotion hearing Byeongkwan’s squeal, Sehyoon and Donghun had made their way out of their rooms and into the doorway of the now crime scene to find both Jun and Byeongkwan wearing more of the yogurt than what had been eaten, along with a very disturbed Chan wailing as he tried to clean yogurt off his bedding. “Why did this have to happen in my room?!”

With Byeonkwan’s head wrapped in his arms, Jun glanced around the room to meet an amused Donghun as he scratched the back of his neck, raising his brow. “There is plenty of strawberry yogurt in the fridge, Junhee. It’s just in the drawer, I bought some this morning. You’re killing him for literally just my entertainment.”

Time freezing as Jun carefully unwrapped his legs and arms from around the younger man, he cleared his throat and smoothed Byeongkwan’s hair with a slight nod as he furrowed his brows hearing his friend’s laugh at his reaction. “I may have overreacted…”

Byeongkwan finally able to move, slid from the bed and into the floor close to Sehyoon for some protection as he wiped yogurt off his face as he tried to catch his breath. “You think?”

The moment the words left his mouth he could feel the glare from his older roommates, making him sigh. “And I might owe you an apology too. I shouldn’t have taken the yogurt, even if there was more. I didn’t know there was any left, and I took it. I’m sorry, Hyung. I’ll buy the yogurt next time.”

Having been characteristically quiet, a smirk on his face, Sehyoon watched Chan pout and try to clean his bedding, before finally sighing. “It’s settled, now you two help Chan clean up this mess and apologize to him.”

Grumbling Byeongkwan and Jun nodded their apologies, before getting to work as the two oldest shook their heads and walked out of the room.

“Why did you put the yogurt out of sight?”

Donghun glanced over to Sehyoon at his words, before turning back into his room, a smirk on his lips as he tried not to laugh. He found himself unable to contain a shrug and a shake of his head as he turned the knob walking in backwards. “Just to see what would happen.”

Sehyoon signed and shook his own head with a laugh, thinking how boring his life was before he met his roommates.

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[fluffytsukino1009]

A.C.E when they have a crush

Summary: A.C.E members reactions to having a crush

Warning: None

A/N: I have to do it because is A.C.E missing hour

Masterlist

Donghun

Flirty and caring but somehow he feels clumsy and shy. He's a little bit insecure about the right way to approach you but still never miss a chance to be around you. Way too involved in anything you say, makes a lot of questions and have big reactions to all your stories. Always makes sure to know you're feeling comfortable at his presence, more likely to disappear if he doesn't feel wanted. Confess? Yeap, but may take too long until he has the perfect plan.

Seyhoon

Once again we have the Wow effect. He's just as chill and quiet as usual and then out of nowhere sends a text with a cheesy song or show up at your place with flowers. Everybody knows how much he likes you so maybe you'll have to face all his friends constantly trying to push you both together and making jokes about the "love birds". He'll wait for his friends to stop the hype before confessing and yes, the confession will be highly romantic but also private and simple.

Jun

Full time clown for you. Every now a then he tries to gets serious and have a personal talk because he genuinely cares about you but insecurity hits in and so he's back to your usual comedy machine. Loves your laugh and is willing to embarrass himself just so he can hear it. When he start getting confidence then expect a lot of gifts, any type, he just wants to give you something to remember him. Of course he's going to confess, accidentally, many times before he's capable to do it in a more proper and serious way.

Byeongkwan

Immediately turns into your bestie. When you least expect it you're hanging out with his friends and he's friend with your family, things rarely get romantic or cheesy so it may be a little bit confusing at times. Probably talks about you as a safe place or says you're the most important person in his life. Shows you off but gets too shy to straight forward compliments you. You'll know he's about to confess because he turns clingy out of nowhere, if you handle it with care then you'll have the confession of your dreams, because he has being listening to you all this time and knows exactly how to treat you.

Chan

He thinks he's straight forward man but he's not. All you know is he's flirthy... with everyone, so you're gonna listen about his feelings for you by other people first and only then you start noticing the little things. In a room full of people he chooses to be near you, always looks for an excuse to touch you and praises absolutely everything you do and say. Truth is he's possessive and jealous of most your friends but have no problem to hide it, would be nice with anyone who flirts with you and hates himself for it. Told everyone how much he likes you and asks for a lot of tips to make the perfect confession.

[dingdonghun]

📸 the last four idols in your camera roll are your roommates

Tagged by my baby @doom-daddy-top

Okay, so... Three members of A.C.E, one of which being the love of my life, and big meaty boy Wonho... This is the best possible situation.

Endless bomb-ass ramen from Wonho? Not to mention the affectionate cuddles and emotional SUPPORT??? actually, Junhee is extremely emotionally supportive and thoughtful too... Two passionate and gentle kings. Not to mention I get to hear Junhee's beautiful giggle and see his angelic smile every day. That's peak living

And Byeongkwan... 🔪 he's a lot to handle. An absolute flirt. The cute facade won't fool me, sir. As a Gemini though, I can handle myself just fine in the flirtatious arena

And of course, the love of my life, Donghun 😔 a low-key VERY cuddly boy. My Pisces king. Always needs some kind of physical affection or touch. I get to look into his star filled puppy eyes EVERY DAY? consider my mental block completely obliterated, because I will be crying every single day

Long story short, this is an amazing group of idols to live with. VERY affectionate, VERY cuddly, VERY thoughtful. And Byeongkwan is there to be the comedy genius that he is to keep us on our toes. A forehead smooch for all of them!!!

Idk who to tag 👉👈 so I'm tagging everybody who sees this

[sanstropfremir]

How do you feel about Studio Choom’s artist of the month? Both like as a concept but also the actual dances. For me they all sorta blend together but I liked SinB’s and the last half of Soojin’s with the lights and the table. I just wish they’d highlight smaller groups cause I’d love to see Hwanwoong, Byeongwan, or Sua there

i was literally just thinking about aotm when this popped up in my inbox....amazing. i love this.

so as a concept? i think it's fun and i like it! i like that there's a space outside of posting content on their group's own channels for the dancers to show off a little. i don't really know how studio choom is choosing the artists because the variety is HILARIOUS. like if you look at most of them they're all baby 98-01 liners and then there's 86er yunho......comedy. and i agree i do think they should be pulling in artists from smaller groups because i would love to see byeongkwan and sua there. or taeyang. however if they bring hwanwoong on they gotta just end the series, there's only like three people that can follow him up and one of them is enlisted.

as far as each actual dance? there are obviously some i liked and some i didn't like. i think the biggest flaw with the concept is the studio choom space itself, because you kinda half to do something with that white big blank box in order for there to be some kind of impact, especially when there's been almost a dozen aotms now. overall i think the ones that work the best are the ones that capitalize on the freedom of the space by pushing it, as opposed to just relying on the dance itself.

chaeyeon (izone) - i gotta give her a break because she was the first one but i don't particularly like this choreo, nor do i actually think it's that good; it's pretty flat. i also don't think they filmed it that well, which makes it harder to appreciate, but studio choom does get better at that as time goes on.

sinb (gfriend) - she's has ok presence but this is a generally flat performance on the whole.

soojin (gidle) - i like the idea behind the lights but that type of flashlight is too small to have any type of throw when there's stage lights blasting. again, if you want to use practicals like that it's really gotta be dark. i like her theme and i LOVE her outfit, but i don't know that she really embodies this performance; it feels very outside of her and i think that's mostly to do with her performance face.

yunho (tvxq) - i don't think this is yunho's best showing, but also i think that yunho's style in particular is incompatible with this kind of up-close showcase format. i've talked about him here, but yunho has one performance setting and that is 'attempting to light myself on fire so you can see me from the nosebleeds in the tokyo dome' and you can't really reel that in with any kind of readability to a close quarter camera situation. the vices section is much more readable and fun because he lets some of that attitude through, but he gave himself performance face for this one. i like that he brought in some set rather than just practical furniture.

yeji (itzy) - i feel like i've never watched this choreo all the way through because it doesn't have any dynamism. i also don't think the choreo itself does yeji much justice, since the moves slow down in pace in the last half and it makes her look like she's tired.

wooyoung (ateez) - this choreo does a great job of integrating character and the beat changes in a manner that interesting to watch and not particularly easy to perform. it has very complex dynamics because of the way the song is remixed and it's a real strength of wooyoung's that he can maintain the energy even though the choreo demands him to go slow-fast-slow-fast-slow-fast-slow. i like that studio choom chose wooyoung in the first place because he doesn't get a whole lot of performance time and although yes this is on brand for him and he could have pushed something more unusual, it's still nice to see.

yeonjun (txt) - i really hate the song watermelon sugar so poor yeonjun was already at a disadvantage, but i also don't think it was the right type of song for this narrative. i do like that there wass a narrative and i like that he chose a rock song for the second half, but they don't transition the songs together well and he didn't choose a good rock song. there's a lot of fun ways to blend an acoustic -> amped song that work better than this, and tbh he should have just stuck to one song rather than using two. the jacket guitar move is very fun but overall the choreo doesn't feel like it fits the concept that well, it reads very disharmonious to me.

chaeryeong (itzy) - this is one of my favourite routines! chaeryeong is one of the most effective at utilizing the emotions of the song to enhance the performance and also holding the space for herself as a performer, which i was a bit surprised by since i don't find her to be a standout in itzy. i especially liked the use of the tower cam for an above angle, which was a great way to give a different dimension to the space.

juyeon (the boyz) - the choreographer and/or performance director did a GREAT job working with juyeon's one (1) expression of slighly-menacing-blue-steel. the combination of lighting and keeping the camera in close works really well in conjunction with this type of movement and the first two outfits are so good. they're both excellent examples of how to use black to minimize and disappear body parts: the tight black of his shirt combined with the red ripping though his jeans really emphasize the uncanny feeling that he's crawling out of his own skin in transformation, and the yellow underlayer at ankle, arm, and that sliver of torso gives just enough limb definition while while implying a process of unearthing gold. i do think they flub the final transformation with that plain white and black look though, they should have gone full matthew bourne swan lake with it, honestly.

hyunjin (stray kids) - the single split second of excitement when i thought that hyunjin had chosen an actual mötley crüe song....... and then his betrayal of cutting his hair........... this could have been so much more interesting than it actually was. it's good choreo and i think he performed it well, but it's also very typical of the stray kids brand and i would have liked to see something more experimental from him, especially in this space that's removed from the group, and since he just did something more alternative with red lights!

for me the most effective performances are the ones that use the lighting rig and camera flexibility to its full capacity, like wooyoung's, juyeon's, and chaeryeong's. the interesting thing that the aotm series does is expose how there's definitely a mode of younger gen performance; there are some that are able to shake that better than others, but it's still very present that they're all performing in a way that reads as performing. i don't think that this is a problem, it's just a thing i've been noticing. part of it correlates to them being young, but i also wonder if it correlates to the prevalency of this kind of close-quarters-filmed-content-focus that's been cropping up in the last couple of years, since yunho also adopted a similar style for this specifically. i want to say maybe that it's also to do with the distance involved in performing for a live audience vs a camera (theatre vs film acting) but there are third and fourth gen idols that are good at both, so it might just be circling back around to the point i made here where there's a difference between being able to execute choreo well vs truly embodying a choreo.

[aceficrec]

Nebula

Pairing: OT5, main!wowson, side!dongjun Author: lujdlu Rating: General Audiences Summary:

In a world where everyone loves and adores idols, no one ever pays attention to the backup dancers.

What happens when a seemingly random group of boys are brought together to be backup dancers for a top idol group’s summer tour? Follow the five of them as they practice, travel, and get through shit together. Friendships bloom, relationships crumble, and things get strangely domestic - they are living together, after all.

(Alternatively titled: the backup dancer au no one asked for but here it is anyway)

Admin’s Notes: holy. shit. this is honestly, Fantastic. it’s so well written? the characterization is perfect, completely spot-on. ++a chaptered fic??? and the plot, relationship between characters, situations, everything is just amazing! the development between seyoon and byeongkwan is also something you need to cherish its so goddamned adorable ;;; no doubt this will become That ot5 fic once more and more people get involved with ace ff :) kudos to @kim-seyooned you did a spectacular job on starting this off and carrying it onwards.

Link: AO3

-admin dan

[storm-lee]

✎ 「 did you see those pap pics of STORM LEE ?? the TWENTY FIVE year old DIRECTOR is nothing but trouble. all the tabloids say that they’re +FRIENDLY, but can sometimes be -ODD, & their latest headline [ ’ PRODIGIOUS DIRECTOR COUNTERS THEIR NUDES LEAKING BY POSTING MORE THEMSELVES ’ ] isn’t exactly painting them in the best light. but who knows ?? maybe THEY will finally learn how to keep THEIR messy sh*t private !! || KIM BYEONGKWAN , WES ANDERSON+BO BURNHAM (DIRECTING CREDIT) 」||

CHARACTER NUMBER TWO LETS SEE IF THIS IS MORE COHERENT THAN JESSE’S LETS GO

tw bullying

born and raised in Hackensack, New Jersey to a korean immigrant doctor mother and a first generation american local news camera operator

grew up speaking both korean and english at home

was always a “gifted child” in school (aka now has perfectionism issues because of it)

but was always kind of the weird kid, too

like quoted movies constantly, wanted to play pretend more than anything, was kind of like a hyperactive luna lovegood growing up

got bullied a lot for it, but they somehow managed to keep the majority of their personality in tact

they broke even more out of their shell when they discovered that people could be?? not?? a boy or girl?? They found the “agender” label and fucking SOARED in the “im just gonna be myself fuck you” mentality

they chose the name “Storm” during their edgy teenage phase because they thought storms were “beautiful alluring and dangerous”. Now, they know how cringey that sounded, but they still love their name. They love watching lightning, so it still fits.

when they were fourteen, they entered a small film competition with their friends because they were bored, but they discovered that they truly loved directing? And judging by their friend’s reaction, they were good at it? Since they kept telling them what to do and adjusting the acting and yet they still loved working with them? They got third place out of twenty nominees, but it was too late; Storm was hooked on filmmaking.

They kept making little films until they were eighteen and wanted to make a film that, you know, actually portrayed kids how they were in real life? So they entered their ten minute film, simply called “Eighth Grade” into a bigger short film festival in New York.

Little did they know there was a millionaire in the audience and fell in love with their film, saying it reminded her of her own thirteen year old. She said she would contribute two million dollars to Storm for them to make a full length version of the movie. Storm would’ve been an idiot to turn her down, so they said yes and got to work. (this could totally be a connection somehow, like this millionaire could be your characters mom or something lol)

this film turned into the full length “Eighth Grade” and won every indie film festival it was entered into, praised for its raw uncensored look into what being thirteen is like in this day and age. Storm was being named “the voice of the young generation”. Storm was just honored to have people like their film so much.

but THAT was the stepping stone. Now, they were a name that producers recognized as “the young director”. They were hired to do a film called “Rushmore,” which was a start into their more quirky side, but not full on yet; it was still a bit of a low budget production.

For that film they were nominated for the golden globe for best film/comedy. They didn’t win, but there was still tons of buzz for a twenty year old directing a film that huge and that well received.

Then, there was the big one. Finally, a film that Storm could go full quirk and high contrasting color while also using their uncanny ability to, even stylized, capture how children thought. They directed Moonrise Kingdom, and it EXPLODED.

They took home the golden globe for best film comedy and the Oscar for Best Director, the youngest to even be nominated for the honor, let alone win.

Now they appear to be on a roll, directing a bunch of fun if not somewhat weird films and just fine tuning their craft more and more.

They even went through a period directing animated movies, and even though they're SUPER proud of the ones they helped create, they realized they preferred live action.

The magazines love making fun of them for being the “weirdo” of the directing community, but they dealt with worse bullies in middle school, tabloids needed to step up their game, thirteen year olds were WAY better at bringing them down than the tabloids were.

Theyre a HUGE advocate for body positivity, and love playing the extremes between masculinity and femininity. They love having some very feminine facial features like their eyes and full lips, but then has an incredibly muscular physique set with a six pack (they love the gym). Because they have no gender, they don’t feel confined to which side of them is more “beautiful.” They always try to encourage people to embrace all sides of themselves, gender affirming or not.

Pansexual with a slight andro lean, and also very sex positive.

When their nudes leaked and the tabloids went to TOWN on Storm, they released more on their own accord so the media would lose all ammunition; Storm figured they hadn’t done anything wrong, so why should they be getting all this shit? Plus, they knew they looked good

Most of the time will have their short hair in some form of pigtails, just because they think it’s cute and also plays into the whole “young director” label that got them to be in the INCREDIBLY happy place their in in their life.

even though they’re proud of their accomplishments, like 100%, they’re not really comfortable being called a “prodigy”. They’re a confident individual, but their response is always “I’m just a young person who happens to love movies, nothing prodigal about that.

OH GOOD ITS LIKE TWICE AS LONG AS JESSES RIP IM SO SORRY THANK YOU FOR READING THIS MONSTER IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR honestly wouldnt blame you if you skimmed XD

[jisungmark]

【ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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seventeen

seungcheol

jeonghan

joshua

junhui

soonyoung

wonwoo

jihoon

seokmin

mingyu

minghao

[6:16pm] (s)

stargazing (f)

sunday mornings (m)

[7:12pm] (m)

seungkwan

[7:56am] (w hansol) (m)

hansol

[7:58am] (f)

chan

[6:34pm] (skz/a.c.e chan) (m)

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nct

taeyong

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oral sex (m)

taeil

oral sex (m)

johnny

oral sex (m)

photos (f)

[6:59pm] (c/s)

yuta

kun

doyoung

hard!dom (m)

ten

[3:11am] (m)

jaehyun

[5:53pm] (m)

sicheng

jungwoo

yukhei

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[9:59pm] (m)

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oral sex (m)

dejun

kunhang

renjun

jeno

donghyuck

[8:46pm] (a)

jaemin

argument (a)

yangyang

chenle

jisung

cafeteria (a)

got7

baby mama (f)

jaebum

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hover (m)

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morning routine (f)

make out session (m)

jackson

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señorita (m)

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jinyoung

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fight (a)

youngjae

soft!dom (m)

soft sex (m)

bambam

first time (m)

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yugyeom

mirror sex (m)

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confession (f)

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faraway city (m)

monsta x

hyungwoo

obedient (m)

hoseok

tiddies (m)

minhyuk

[10:56pm] (c/s)

kihyun

[6:50pm] (m) 

hyungwon

[10:02pm] (w jinjin) (m)

jooheon

[1:03] (1) (2) (m)

changkyun

astro

jinwoo

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two halves (f)

myungjun

dongmin

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moonbin

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minhyuk

needy (m)

soft bedroom sex (m)

sanha

sf9

youngbin

lost (m)

inseong

jaeyoon

sanghyuk

zuho

seokwoo

taeyang

fluffy nights (f)

brat (m)

youngkyun

[6:19pm] (f)

chanhee

bts

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reaction to your nipple piercings (m)

makeout session with maknae line (m)

namjoon

writing a song about you (f)

morning sex (m)

ceo (m)

seokjin

you decide (1 - w hyung line) (2- w maknae line) (m)

love making (m)

rough (m)

yoongi

make out session (s)

hoseok

jimin

what are best friends for? (f/m)

late night (f)

bad boy (m)

taehyung

[6:39pm] (s)

[8:52am] (m)

good bunny (w jungkook) (m)

[11:21pm] (m)

jungkook

morning sex (m)

[2:37am] (s)

txt

soobin

yeonjun

[9:09am] (f)

beomgyu

taehyun

[10:23pm] (f)

hueningkai

pentagon

hoetaek

jinho

hongseok 

bend over (m)

shinwon

changgu

yanan

yuto

rough morning sex (m)

hyunggu 

i hate you (m)

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wooseok

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ikon

hanbin 

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jinhwan

yoonhyung

jiwon

donghyuk

junhoe

chanwoo

stray kids

make out session (s)

chan

woojin

minho

changbin

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hyunjin

jisung

[1:32am] (s)

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felix

seungmin

jeongin

exo

junmyeon

minseok

yixing

[8:46pm] (s)

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first time (m)

jongdae

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first time (m)

baby boy (m)

kyungsoo

jongin

morning routine (f)

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first time (m)

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hongjoong

confession (f)

seonghwa 

yunho 

[4:59am] (m)

[7:28pm] (m)

yeosang

san 

[12:05am] (m)

mingi

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early morning kisses (f)

wooyoung

public fingering (m)

jongho

wayv

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kun

ten

sicheng

yukhei

dejun

kunhang

yangyang

verivery

dongheon

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hoyoung

minchan

gyehyeon

yeonho

yongseung

kangmin

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junhee 

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donghun

sehyoon

byeongkwan

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[11:15am] (s)

yuchan

onf

reaction to tongue piercing (s)

hyojin

changyoon

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seungjoon

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jaeyoung

morning sex (m)

cuddle time (w minkyun) (f)

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fluffy (m)

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yuto

minseok

1team (nothing yet)

x1

[8:06am] (s)

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seungwoo

seungyoun

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wooseok

[11:16am] (m)

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hangyul

junho

dongpyo

minhee

eunsang

[4:35am] (f)

hyeongjun

dohyon

cix

byounggon

seunghun

yonghee

jinyoung

hyunsuk

[10:02pm] (f)

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matthew kim

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[killjoy-loveit]

A Priceless Reaction

A/N: Second spooky season post! I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. This is in 2nd POV, and is a pretty light read. I didn’t leave anything above the keep reading because it is only 706 words and I didn’t want anything to be spoiled.

Summary: Horror movie marathon with Chan.

Word Count: 706

Genre: Fluff, Comedy 

     “Come on, Chan!” You beg, pouting slightly. “I brought an assortment of candy and you’re just gonna say no?”

     He huffs and looks away from you. “I just don’t understand why we have to have a scary movie marathon.”

     “Because it’s October! Of course we have to watch scary movies to get us in the spirit.” Tugging at his arm to get him to pay attention, you shoot him a pleading look. The blatant refusal that had been present in his eyes when you first brought up bingeing horror flicks was fading. His will to say no to you was breaking. You saw it the minute his face changed from resolved to defeated, and you didn’t hide your excitement. Jumping up and down, you let out a quick squeal while clapping your hands.

     “This is going to be so much fun!”

     And you were right, it was fun- for you at least. A fresh bowl of popcorn was placed on the coffee table in front of you, as well as various candies spilling from their packaging and two half-empty cups of soda. Though it is necessary to note the amount of spilled popcorn on the floor, and as you can probably guess it’s due to the bowl being held at a most inopportune time- during a jump scare. This had happened multiple times through the first three movies, meaning the movie had to be paused so that more popcorn could be made; it only stopped during this movie as you had made the rule that henceforth neither of you should hold the bowl. 

     All the lights in the living room were out, causing the scene unfolding on the television screen to appear that much more creepy. Blankets held up to your chin, you reached out to grab a handful of gummy worms, slowly taking one into your mouth while your eyes remained laser-focused on the screen. Mid-bite you heard rustling to your right, but when you checked it was just Chan readjusting his blanket to be more like that of a hooded cape held together by clenched hands at his chest. This was an image that would be imprinted on your mind forever, as he was seemingly leaning forward, intrigued, but simultaneously looking like he was five seconds from bolting.

     “Something’s gonna happen.” Chan whispered as the girl on screen walked down a darkened church hallway.

     “Are you sure? It could be nothing.” You replied back despite knowing that he was right, something was indeed going to happen to that poor girl.

     “Something always happens. Besides earlier we saw the monster in this exact location how could it have left already?” 

     The urge to laugh was barely stifled, his logic was completely sound and he knew what was about to happen, yet he was still going to be scared when it happened. In an attempt to curb your amusement at Chan’s current predicament you turned your head slightly and caught a glimpse of Byeongkwan standing in the entryway. Not expecting his presence you almost jumped when your eyes landed on him. In this setting with the light from the television flashing across his face he almost looked like a ghost. Byeongkwan raised a finger to his lips, pointing at Chan with his other hand, his intention clearly to scare him.

     Subduing a smile you turned back to the movie, watching and waiting for the more entertaining scene that would be unfolding soon at your side. It happened right when the monster appeared on screen, appearing from the inky darkness of a shadow at the girl’s right. Byeongkwan’s hands clamped down on Chan’s shoulders, causing the younger of the two to jump in place and let out a screech that could rival a banshee’s. No longer could you contain the laughter that had been brewing. Byeongkwan doubled over laughing at Chan’s reaction, his hands clutching at his stomach.

     “You should’ve seen your reaction!” Byeongkwan gasped out.

     Chan turned to face him, his face showing the betrayal he felt. “Why? Why on Earth would you do that right then?” Then he rounded on you, pointing accusingly. “And you! You knew he was gonna do that. Why didn’t you say anything?”

     “Because I knew your reaction would be priceless.”

[unsatisfied-dreamer]

Starlit Nights

A scenario of going out to a theme park and you aren't a fan of height but you didn't tell him. This is a bit of a romance comedy and comfort type short story with my Bias Kim Byeongkwan. I hope you enjoy it and find good and supportive relationships. <3

Byeongkwan told you to wait by the entrance gate because he already bought the tickets for today. You hope he doesn't feel too bad because you actually arrived early and he doesn't like to make you wait. Smiling to yourself he was a thoughtful gentlemen through and through. While you waited your eyes drifted up to the sky even with the lights from the park entrance the stars were so bright and could be seen. A voice that always fills your chest with warmth butterflies calls out your name. There in front of you was someone who shined brighter than any star. Your face widen into a smile seeing his smiling face and eyes shimmer with life. "Hi Byeongi~" You held your arms out as he ran to you scooping you and spinning you. As you wrapped your arms around his neck and he held onto your waist. Laughing as you both kept spinning. "Okay Kwanie can you please put me down? We're going to be spinning enough later better save up our endurance." Byeongkwan looks up at you with his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "Fine I guess I have to put you down... after one last spin." True to his word he spun you one last final time. When your feet final met the ground again he kept your waists together looking into your eyes. You reached up to cup his face in both your hand a pressed a soft kiss onto his lips. Which he returned and then kissed your forehead stepping away but not before he grabbed your hand. Reaching into his pocket with his free hand for the tickets. "Let's get it!" You rolled your eyes laughing. "Where did you learn that? You even have me saying it now." "Come on if we don't get in there we will miss out on park time." Walking side by side. He handed the tickets to the male park attendant. After a quick thank you it was time to carry out the strategy you both planned out over chat. The one thing you were nervous about was the one ride near the end of the night. Sure rollercoasters with death drops were fine and haunted houses. Heck, even bungee jumping was alright with you. However Byeongkwan was so excited to go on the massive Ferris wheel with you that you didn't have the heart to tell him that it terrified you. All the things you weren't afraid of didn't matter. You couldn't stand disappointing your lovely and thoughtful boyfriend. If he knew of course he'd take it off the list. There was a little tug on your hand that brought your thoughts back to the moment. First up was one of your picks since he insisted "Ladies first~". The excitement of the music and crowd got you as you practically dragged him behind you. All the while he eyes grew softer as he watched how happy and carefree you were here. Normally you were pretty playful but somedays you were really weighed down with things on your plate and he wanted nothing but to take it away but he knew there was a limit. So moments like this he could help you be bursting with happiness were everything. You had become his world. You were the person who held him tightly and dearly the first time you saw his resolute and cheerful exterior crumble. No judgement in your eyes. You he was still that cheerful bright person but you understood there was sadness and a lot of pressure that could make him sad and anxious. In that way you were similar. The next day after that you were waiting beside the bed with chin on the edge next to him as he woke up. "Hey beautiful boy. I love you. More than you know. I'm glad you felt safe enough to show me how you were feeling. Byeongi, you always try so hard to give to everyone else. It's okay to take a little more than you do." With that you leaned forward and kissed both his eye lids. Still swollen from where he had cried. "Now get on out here and eat. I made my secret French toast and a mountain of bacon and eggs." With that you walked out the door turning around to smile at him. In the corner of the room was the shirt you had worn last night he soaked with tears tossed into the laundry basket.

Those memoires made it feel like he owed you. Even if you always argued he did more for you. There you sat kicking your feet next to him having the time of your life. As you both comped away on a strawberry funnel cake. Small waves of heat weaving into the air as the night got cooler. Pieces of your hair sticking up here and there looking a mess. Byeongkwan reached out and smoothed what he could. You froze for a second looked up at him through your bangs. Pulling a piece of the funnel cake off he bopped it on your nose covering it powdered sugar. "Hey!" He couldn't stop laughing and his laugh was contagious that you couldn't stay annoyed at him and began laughing with him. While he was distracted you pulled off a piece too and bopped his mouth with it. Leaving his lips covered in powered sugar. While he was laughing and distracted you dove in kissed him. After pulling back you giggled at his startled expression. "There now we're even and how else could I get all the sugar off?" Looking at you he saw you'd gotten some sugar on the corner of your mouth and brushed it off for you with his thumb. Most guys weren't nearly this fun and could relax. You really were luck and blessed to have him. It was like God gave you exactly what you had hoped for and more when you found him. The night was growing deeper. The next ride was a haunted house. Both of you had a small hobby of watching Horror movies so this was going to be one of the highlights. It was a ride through one. The story of the ride was that during a great fire. Everyone else of the great estate escaped except for Mildred. The head of staff. Not noticing sweet Mildred hadn't made it out she burned along with the great mansion. Some years pass and on nights under the full moon the mansion appears. You have to avoid Mildred or she will catch you and make you be one of the staff for eternity. Her face is said to be so burned there is no skin left. It made Byeongkwan and yours skin crawl. The creepier the better. You made it through most the ride laughing and enjoying. Except for when it sounded like the floor was breaking the cart fell down onto a track underneath. Afterwards both your hair a mess. You laughed at each other for both screaming like babies. Reenacting how high pitched you were. Byeongkwan made fun of you for screaming "Did you hear yourself it was hysterical." "Big talk for someone who screeched like a banshee." It was well down to the last thing on the list. Byeongkwan pushed you along from behind bouncing on his feet. He was so excited eyes shinning. Ready to ride the Ferris wheel like many of the other couples in line. He had looked up this park on line and couples raved about how romantic and beautiful the view was. You did your best to not think about your fears and smile along with him. Hoping your boyfriend won't notice any change in your behavior. The thing is he's really good on picking up changes in moods. As you got closer the more nervous you felt. Eventually you decided the best thing to do was lean onto Byeongkwan and play it off as you wanting to cuddle. Which you did it was the only thing keeping you from running. It was unfortunately your turn now. "Let's go it's our turn come one Y/N~ I'm so excited." Forcing a smile you followed behind him into the open sided car. It wasn't so bad till the wheel started to move and the car swung slightly side to side. Your started to go rigid. Thankfully ByeongKwan was looking at the view. "Oh my gosh, you gotta look at the view it's amazing~ Y/N?"

It was then he realized that something was wrong. You were frozen stiff and your eyes were shaking. You were afraid. He'd rarely seen it but he knew. Why hadn't he picked up on it sooner. He began to feel terrible. Why didn't she say something, why didn't he notice. "Y/n you're scared aren't you?" He stopped to sigh and shake his head, "Why didn't you say so. It started in line didn't it? I took it as you being tired." Within in seconds your effort to not cry shook you. Tears in your eyes hating the fear you had because it was stupid. Slamming your eyes shut you started to speak in a wobbling voice. "I'm sorry I know it's stupid but this is the one thing here that scares me... and... and..." Byeongkwan slide closer to you and pulled your hands into his lap rubbing the back of them with his thumbs. "Hey, you shouldn't have to be ashamed you're scared. Even if you think it's stupid. Look at me." You pried your eyes open as the tears threatened to fall. "We're you trying to impress me or something? I don't think you weak or anything. So why? Talk to me please Y/n." He had his lip stuck out in a pout which he knew would normally always get you give up information. Your throat burned and as you opened you mouth tears started rolling down your cheeks. "Hey hey Y/n. Calm down and breathe first." Leading you through a few breaths. "Byeongi you were so excited to ride this together. It was the one thing you insisted on doing and I didn't want to... to... say no and make you disappointed." Now with you chin pointed down Byeongkwan had to lean down to peer into your eyes. He gently held your face tilting it up and brushing the tears away with his fingers. "Keep that up and your makeup is going to run." He said hoping to get a laugh out of you. All he got was a sad half laugh. As a few more stray tears rolled down. He looked sadly at you for a moment. His eyes were deep and dull as he felt his heart ache thinking how upset you must to be acting so unlike yourself. "Hey, please promise me this won't happen again. You'll tell me so you don't put yourself in distress for me. I only chose this because I was so happy about seeing you up here eyes all bright and smiling and we could be alone for a little here at the park. But that back fired huh? You wouldn't disappointed me by saying no. Okay." He looked you right in the eyes and you knew from how he whispered that last sentence he meant it. All you do was nod and he gave a small sad smile and kissed your cheek. You collapsed into his side shaking from how the ride swung slightly and the thought of how high it was. He kept shushing you and turned your face so it was hidden in his shirt as your arm snaked around his waist. Gripping hard onto him as you shook and his kissed the top of your head. As he hummed the tune of 5TAR. He felt a little helpless and the only thing he could think of was to put you on his lap and wrap his arm around you. Bad as this all was now he saw how much you trusted him. Never before had you shown this vulnerability and let your guard down. Your face now was tucked into his neck and your arms snaked around his neck. You were so focused on not looking that you hadn't noticed it was time to get off till Byeongkwan stood up and walked out of the car carrying you. Pulling your face away from his neck you spoke in a small voice. "I can walk Byeongi." "I know you can but you don't have to and plus you're still shaking like a kitten. It's alright close your eyes." There was no fighting him on it and you knew it. So you rested your face against his neck. This night had some great moments and some bad moments but in the end. Maybe it wasn't all so bad. You realized maybe you should tell him the truth more and be willing to trust him with your things you aren't so proud of. Maybe tonight isn't so bad. I don't think Y/N has ever shown this much of herself and spoken so openly about being upset to me. I trust her fully maybe now she'll know she can count on me too like that. With that he pressed a kiss to Y/N's head. The end.

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