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[deoksuvld]

when: 2020.07.07 @ 1:30 pm where: hiking to cheonjeyeon waterfall, jeju with: @seonavld

At such an hour, it was perhaps best that he had been convinced to bring a hat sufficient enough to block out the sun, although, of course, the baseball cap left the back of his neck vulnerable to the rays that were perhaps all too determined to provide an unwanted tan or burn. In most situations he would have forgone sleeveless shirts and shorts for something that better hid the tattoos that rather readily gave away his identity, but it was his hope that being off the beaten path would be plenty cover for them to enjoy but a sliver of time away from prying eyes and quick camera snaps.

The thin material of the white tank top stuck to his back by this point in their hike, plastered there by the backpack he’d volunteered to carry as it held their drinks, snacks, and other supplies such as sun cream and jackets. Fingers furled around the straps of the knapsack, the soloist looked to the woman beside him, a soft smile on his lips as he drank in the only source that could... well, quench his thirst. Perhaps that was... dramatic. But true. Endearingly, adoringly true.

Around them the forest breathed, sheltering them from the rest of the world in ways that Seoul and other modern elements could not. Here they were free to an extent, a feeling that blossomed in his breast as he reached for her hand, gently intertwining their fingers as dark eyes hidden behind equally dark lenses returned their attention to the trail before them. It was gut wrenching to know that if anyone saw them that such a sight as hand holding could ruin their careers, and despite how it felt as if it had been hours since they’d seen anyone else, his heart still raced anxiously at the possibility of being photographed together.

“I don’t know how you can hike in those things,” Deoksu commented, glancing down at her shoes with a chuckle. “A testament to your strength.”

[deoksuvld]

when: 2020.04.09 @ 9:35 am where: kmg entertainment hq what: coffee break with: @seonavld + @vldseungyong

This was what he had been waiting for, asking for, pleading for. Well, perhaps not so much so. The past few years had been slow, kind — welcoming like warm arms pulling him close. People asked few questions except as to where he was on occasion, or when they could expect a comeback, or where they could.... Perhaps there were more questions asked than he liked. And now? With a comeback? Far, far too many...

But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the attention and praise.

Leaning back in his chair, the Iksan native raised his coffee cup, prepared to take a sip while a smile curled about his lips at the simple sight of the woman across from him. They rarely had an opportunity to see one another, and when they did it often included alcoholic drinks and messy sheets. But at work? At work they were cordial and conversed here and there, so that when they got coffee together or chatted it didn’t seem all too odd.

As he took a sip of the black liquid, he could feel the corners of his mouth twitch, threatened to turn downwards as a familiar figure approached them. He should have known better than to think they’d be able to do something as simple as enjoy a coffee without interruption.

“Seungyong,” the soloist greeted the man, giving him a slight incline of his head to indicate a bow. His free hand fiddled with the cigarette carton the tabletop.