↳ male trainee rooms

@✵ shim jaeyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ .
Was everyone here nice by default or were they just faking it? Khaotung wondered if there were acting classes available he could take. Then again, he should probably try to focus on the upcoming vocal evaluation, which he had been slightly panicking over. He was confident in his own skills, but performing for an audience still left him nervous, even after years of doing so.

Jake shrugged and brought him back to the present, his offer to help Khaotung making him raise an unconvinced eyebrow, “Do you know how to cook?”
Maybe the question had sounded too much like an accusation, but Khaotung kind of wanted to see how far he could take it, when Jake’s front of friendliness would crumble.
“Maybe chop the onion, if you know how to. Otherwise, don’t worry, I’ll do it.”

@✵ khaotung rattanakitpaisarn ⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ .
"Khaotung" He repeated to himself with a short nod, almost as if to memorize the correct pronunciation "Alright"
He added shortly, the smile ever present as he leaned further onto the surface, chin resting over his arms.

The other turns away again in search of something to continue with the task at hand and Jake uses the moment to observe him. He now knows his name but still knows nothing else about him, though guessing by the name and the slight, yet barely there, accent, Jake assumes Khaotung is likely not Korean. Or not fully at least. A brief analysis of the other's face and figure doesn't get him far regarding his age, but if he had to bet, he'd probably say around his age, maybe a year older or younger, but not by much. Not that it mattered much and he'd surely get a chance to ask.

As he is still eyeing him, Khaotung turns to face him again and Jake's eyes raise to his in expectation. At the others's words, he turns to look down at the cutting board where he finds the requested vegetable, pushing himself up on the seat so he can reach it, before handing it out to the other side where Khaotung is. Jake's smile widens at the offer and he pushes himself back up on the stool "If it's not too much work?" He poses in the form of a question before shrugging his shoulders "Otherwise I don't mind just making something quick for myself" He then gestures to the onion now in the other's hands. "But if you want, I can also help you prepare it so that it is a fair trade!"

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@◈ park jaechan⁻ᴹᶜ "Because it's my personal information too and I feel as though I'm losing my damn mind right now. I need to tell someone, I feel like everything is imploding because I don't know if I can go to work day after day only for him to not love me anymore. I don't know how to breathe without him. We've been dating since we were teenagers." Heeseung gasps wetly and buries his face into his knees. He knew this would happen, that Jaechan wouldn't believe me. Why would he, he thought Heeseung was a monster.

This is what Heeseung gets for secluding himself... He gets to be alone. "Y-you can leave if you want, I'll leave you alone from now on. Just, help me protect Jake by not telling others, you don't have to, but I don't want him to be hurt." Heeseung whispers, refusing to look at Jaechan. He didn't know how to get someone who hates him to stay, but at the same time, he didn't want him to leave either.

@✵ lee heeseung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ .
Jaechan couldn't move, even as Heeseung sat against the wall, fake tears covering his face, as Jaechan had made himself believe. A part of him couldn't quite yet discard what Heeseung was saying, but it just didn't make any sense. As he stood there, basically frozen, all types of scenarios crossed his mind, but he could never forget the many hours he'd spent watching Jake's streams, and how he seemed to be so genuinely kind-hearted. Even at the few live events Jaechan had the opportunity of attending, there was nothing that indicated that was the type of person he was.

"Let's pretend I believe what you're saying," he said, no longer wearing a distrusting expression, but rather something in between discomfort, sadness and confusion.

"If you love him so much, how come you're just sharing all his personal information with me, without any consideration for what he wants?"

@◈ park jaechan⁻ᴹᶜ Heeseung's shoulder's curled in on themselves when Jaechan stepped back. He probably sounded like a raving idiot, but he was the only person Heeseung had. He didn't want him to leave, didn't want him to leave Heeseung alone with his thoughts.

Whimpering slightly, Heeseung's eyes stared down at the ground cursing the moment he dreamed of dancing, of singing. all of it lead to this. The utter heartbreak. "You probably don't even know what I'm going on about. The only one's who do are Jakey and I." He admitted, back up against the wall and then sliding down on it until he was sat on the floor, knees to his chest.

"Jake and I met as trainees at our old company. He was fifteen, I was seventeen. We became such best friends despite always being put against each other. We weren't step-brothers then, just best friends. We were then told to practice together, and we just, we liked each other, we liked each other so much. At a showcase for our families, our parents met." Heeseung sighs miserably into his knee's, silent tears soaking the material of his jeans. "We decided that since we couldn't be together we'd stay together like this, making music and loving each other the best way we can." Heeseung turned his head, staring at the door that Jake had walked through this morning with his suitcase in hand.

"It's why I'm so mean to you. You can love him freely for anyone to see. It's not possible for me, I'm jealous of you." Heeseung whispered.

@✵ shim jaeyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ .
*Please don’t call me.*, Khaotung thought, *I’d much rather if you didn’t perceive me at all.*

He chanced another look at the trainee, his own body betraying him as he glanced at his profile, eyes trailing down the slope of his nose, and landing on the easy smile he was directing at him. Khaotung had heard the name Jake around before, but he hadn’t quite put a face to the name yet.

It seemed he was once again out of luck, as the other had sat down and was now watching Khaotung cook, not looking like he was going to leave any time soon.
“My name is Khaotung.” He introduced, brushing the chopped mushrooms to the side of the cutting board with the blade of the knife.

He went to grab the onion he’d washed, but found it had been left over by the sink, closer to where Jake was currently sitting. A warm voice resonated in his head, reminding him to be kind to others, especially if they needed something.
Khaotung felt himself sigh— *Yes, mom.*—and placed down the knife, turning to Jake again.

“Can you pass me that onion? And…” He gestured toward the cutting board, “do you want me to make you some?”

@✵ lee heeseung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ .
There was so much information being thrown at him that Jaechan didn't even get the opportunity to study Heeseung's expression. He couldn't focus on anything that was being said. The two of them were a thing? They *loved* each other? And now Jake's going on dates with other people, and sleeping with them?

"What?" he said, taking a step back as he let his arms fall by his side.

Nothing made sense. None of this sounded like the Jake he knew. Though, and this was something he thought of often, you can never really know anyone, let alone idols. You can only know what they choose to show you.
There were only two options: either Jake was extremely good at hiding his true intentions, or this Heeseung guy was a complete maniac. And Jaechan refused to believe it was the former, so rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms in disbelief.

"Okay okay, you got me for a second there. What do you want?"

@◈ park jaechan⁻ᴹᶜ Heeseung winced when Jaechan pulled back knowing he'd see how horrible he actually looked. He attempted to wipe some of the tears from his face, but the action just made his face scrunch up in pain from how tender his skin was and the fact that more tears continued to fall in their wake.

"Jake, Jake... said we needed space. He wanted to try going d-dates with others. We don't date others. We just, we sleep, sleep. We just sleep with them." Heeseung shuddered out, shoulders shaking beneath Jaechan's hands. "Why is he doing that? We love each other, so why is he... why, he's going to leave me. He promised, Jake promised me we'd be together. We'd make music and be together. We'd sleep with others so no one else noticed." Heeseung's entire face fell and he hung his head, the shame in admitting the fact that his step brother and him were in love to someone else so much lower than the way his heart felt like it was going to stop beating.

@✵ lee heeseung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ .
He was ready. He'd spent the whole drive there thinking of what he wanted to say, and how he wanted to say it. However, everything quickly went out the window once the door flew open, his hand left hanging in the air as, before he could even get a word out, he got pulled inside, the sound of the door slamming behind him making him jump in place, unable to react to the way Heeseung's arms quickly wrapped around him.

"Wha-" was all he could say before being interrupted, in a breath as he just then realized how broken the other's voice sounded. What the hell was going on? Was this some type of trick? Did he somehow know Jaechan was shutting this whole game down and decided he'd play with him one more time? Jaechan thought it over, and it truly didn't make any sense. How would he even know?

His hands travelled up to meet Heeseung's shoulders, finally relaxing and taking a deep, yet quiet breath as he slowly pushed the man back to properly analyze his face.

"What happened?"

@◈ park jaechan⁻ᴹᶜ Heeseung waited at the door, teeth digging into the skin of his thumb to slow his heart rate. His cheeks puffy, his skin blotted and his eyes bloodshot from all the tears that had fallen since Jake left this morning, he looked like a mess. He had no one, management wouldn't understand, the other trainees weren't his friends, the only person he had was Jake and he left him to sort through this by himself. He knew it was dirty, forcing Jaechan to come here under false pretenses. but he needed someone.

He heard footsteps outside the door, and he anxiously shoved his face against the wood to look through the peephole. He exhaled a sigh of relief when he saw Jaechan, who looked composed for the time of the day, if not a little annoyed. Heeseung threw open the door, grabbed Jaechan's hand, and pulled him in. He pushed the door closed and wrapped his arms around the other man, loud sobs escaping his thin frame as he clung to Jaechan, the anxiety finally having a place to release. "I-I sorr. sorry. No-no one else." Heeseung managed through his tears.

@✵ lee heeseung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ .
Jaechan's hand was raised, just a few centimetres away from the door, as he pondered whether all this was worth it. Jake barely knew him, he probably wouldn't even be able to recognise his face. What if Heeseung did tell him? Then what? Nothing would change, idols get stalkers all the time and more often than not nothing's done about it. It's not like he's ever done anything that serious either, that time he followed him a bit longer was the first time anyway, and he regretted it more than anything.

With a short sigh, he knocked 3 times on the door, softly. It was getting exhausting to have to keep changing his plans and drop everything whenever Heeseung felt like it, just so that he could make fun of him and sometimes even threaten him. This was basically harassment, and Jaechan was getting sick of it. This would be the last time, the very last time he allowed Heeseung to boss him around just for his own entertainment.

@◈ park jaechan⁻ᴹᶜ ( *psp psp* )

@✵ khaotung rattanakitpaisarn ⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ .
The other didn't immediately face him as he continued preparing some vegetables for the meal, but once he did, Jake took the smile as genuine, having no reason to believe otherwise and just naturally trusting the best in people. He slid into one of the stools and leaned his arms onto the counter as his eyes analyzed the selected ingredients before falling back onto the boy as he began the chopping process. "Late lunch? Me too" He responded brightly with a nod.

There is silence for a short moment, aside from the sounds of the knife, and Jake keeps his eyes down on the mushrooms as he considers what to get for himself. He had been intending to grab some microwavable food or something quick, but maybe something fresh would be healthier and more tasty. Would the other mind if he offered to help and make it a double portion?

His thoughts are halted as the other, rather bluntly, asks him for a name. Jake is only mildly surprised though he quickly recovers as he realizes they've never really interacted and he doesn't entirely remember the other's name either, so this is better than risking pronouncing it wrong or even saying the wrong name. "Oh, I'm Jaeyun, or Jake, either is okay!" He introduced shortly before motioning vaguely back at him. "What should I call you?"

@✵ shim jaeyun⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ .
Khaotung had been making time on his phone, hiding away in the otherwise empty bedroom until he could no longer hear any noise from the rest of the dorm. He’d been waiting for an opportunity to go get some food without being interrupted. He’d had enough interruptions in his routine the past week alone.

He checked the time again—it was already past lunchtime—and he still hadn’t had anything to eat yet. His stomach hurt, screaming at him to get up and put some food in it, and Khaotung finally gave in to hunger, pushing himself off his bed and turning the knob on the door.

He peeked out of the room, checking to see if the coast was clear, and a small smile made its way onto his lips as the empty hall stared back at him. *Perfect.*

It was too late for him to cook an elaborate meal, so Khaotung decided on putting together a packet of instant ramen noodles and some stir fried veggies, figuring some healthy food was better than none.

He grabbed a few vegetables he’d gotten the past week, when he’d gone to the mall, and started on some boiling water for the noodles.

Cooking brought him a sense of peace, a feeling of control he enjoyed. It was an exact science for him, doing A led to B, but only if he did things the way he was supposed to. And nothing would come out differently as long as he did everything right. He liked that certainty, liked knowing the outcome of his actions.

He allowed the corners of his lips to inch upwards as he washed the vegetables, finding himself humming along to a quiet, slow tune—a song he’d been working on for the past few weeks.

His peace came to an abrupt end as he heard someone knocking on the door, and he froze, hoping the other hadn’t heard him—being shy would get him nowhere, but he’d rather not be asked about his music before his first meal of the day.

The boy who walked in was wearing an easy smile, which was explained the second he asked Khaotung about the food.

Khaotung had half a mind to tell him to off, before he remembered he shouldn’t pick fights with the people in his dorms, if he wanted any resemblance of peace of mind.

He tried to smile back, but ended up pressing his lips into a thin line, closer to a grimace than any sort of friendly expression.

“Lunch.” He replied, picking up his knife, and starting to chop mushrooms into thin strips, a bit louder and a bit quicker than necessary.
He kept chopping as he turned to the other trainee, trying to remember his name, but coming back empty, “Who are you again?”

@✵ khaotung rattanakitpaisarn ⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ As soon as the stream cut off, Jaeyun let out a long sigh as he pushed the gaming chair back from his desk and let his body slide down it a little, remaining like that for a few extra minutes as he regained the energy it took to interact with the viewers and keep them entertained. He had grown to enjoy streaming, but being forced to fill in the blanks and silence for long hours, especially with his shy nature was a task in itself. It was only once he felt his stomach grumble a complaint that he finally pushed himself up from his seat and made his way towards the common area of the dorm. He'd been gaming for the last few hours and had forgotten to bring in snacks so he hadn't eaten since breakfast. Luckily, the moment he stepped out of his shared room he was immediately hit with the scent of food from the kitchen. One of the other trainees was probably cooking something for later, or maybe even a late lunch. It smelled good, though he'd never been a picky eater so most things usually smelled good to him as long as it was good food.

As he got to the kitchen, much as expected, he was met by someone facing away from him, but who he recognized as one of the newer trainees, working his way around as he prepared something. He'd seen the new guys around but hadn't had the chance to interact with them much yet, so maybe this was a good moment. He gave the door a short knock to announce his present, "Hey..." a small smile made its way to his lips as he offered the other a soft greeting before gesturing towards the food he was preparing "What you cooking?"

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@✵ kang yeosang⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //chases after your lips, my hands sliding down your sides, appreciatively panning around your waist and resting against the round plump of your , gently kneading with just of my fingers/
You know i love hearing that. I can't wait to see and feel and *taste* all of you.
//squeezes your to underline my words/

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *pulling back for a moment to greedily consume the sight of you beneath me, one hand reaching down to cup the curve of your cheek. Fondly I lean back down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, fingers getting to work at ing your button down*
Trust me, sweetheart, I'm going to worship you. Every inch of your body will feel my lips by the end of the night.

@✵ kang yeosang⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //cackles from my predicament, before yelping out at the smack and then suddenly I'm flying only to crash on my in the plush sheets/
//arms quickly rise to greet you, wrapping around you to keep you close and kiss back, mouth nipping at yours hungrily as i inhale your scent/
Mmmm, yeah? Show me how much you missed me

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ *walks into our dorm room with you over my shoulder, free hand reaching up to land a solid smack to your cheek. Once I reach the bed, I throw you down onto it and crawl over the front of your body until I'm covering you, lips finding yours in a heady kiss*
Missed you baby.

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ .... ded I'm starting a new thread

@✵ kang yeosang⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //busts down the door, hailing in the room carrying the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke from the bar, ripping my shirt off on the way to the bed/
You ing little minx.
//shirt discarded, i crash on top of you, grabbing your face/
Making me leave the bar early, it was happy hour you know.
// a stripe along your jaw and across your mouth/
Sorry i smell like an ashtray, Joo smokes like a chimney.
//mutters quickly, before slotting my mouth against yours aggressively, dipping my tongue in to taste/
Show me how much you missed me.

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@✵ kang yeosang⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ Close your mouth, you'll eat a fly.
//grins up at you, poking a finger under your chin to pick your mouth closed, but also to use it to guide you closer to my face, a smirk blooming where your lips just left mine as i use the same hand that is now on your neck to keep you close and make sure our lips touch just barely while i talk; low voice almost purring, fully enjoying the weight of your arm around my waist/
You like this outfit so much - you should see me without it, Sang-ah.
I can't wait to get back home, so I can spoil you *and* myself.

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ I don't want better ones, you watch, when us two get famous, I'm going to have these in my ears for all those fancams and pictures the fans will take of me.
*I yell out excitedly, allowing you to take your time dressing. I'm sat on the bed, reclining against your soft pillow, fingers scrolling through my phone. Litting my eyes once you come out, there's a dazed smile on my face, tongue swiping over my bottom lip as I give you a once overr*
You're stunning, I almost don't want to take you on this dat now, kind of want to tangle you up in this bed with me now.
*grinning, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and make my way over towards you, hand on your waist*
You're gorgeous Woo, you always are, but this, you look so breathtaking.
*leans in to press a kiss to the corner of your lips*
Can't wait to take you on a date and spoil you.

@✵ kang yeosang⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //makes a weak noise of protest at being mushed and pushed around, but quiets down fairly quickly, muffled in your mouth; then blink, shellshocked from the whole ordeal when you pull away as if you didn't just manhandle me and make your promises/
Yah, we'll get you better ones when you debut, are you crazy!
//huffs and finally rolls out of bed, hips and waist cracking like a glowstick, shaking my at you in passing, only for it to get swatted, before disappearing in the bathroom/
//after a few moments of bustling about in the room, pulling out clothes, rushing around in only a pair of boxers and half buttoned shirt, i finally present myself, deciding to go in all-white this time, an unusual change of style for me, usually clad in black or dark colors/
There, thoughts, opinions? It's a special occasion, so I'm dressing for the part.
//twists to the sides, white shirt tucked into white jeans, thin dainty chokers twinkling around my neck, pitch black hair and boots a stark contrast to it all/
Aren't i innocent as ?

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ That's so considerate. *I softly murmur to myself, pointer finger trailing over the edge of the red ear piece, tears stinging with the oncoming surge of emotion that fills him at the fact that the first thing he'd ever been given towards his debut had been towards his number one supporter and friend. He was so touched, that he grabbed Wooyoung by his cheeks, and pulled him in quickly to press a hard kiss to the other man's lips, one hand tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling away with pink cheeks after a moment, Yeosang cleared his throat and offered the other a lopsided smile.*
Thank you for such a thoughtful gift, I'll use them for the rest of my career if I'm able.
*laughing, at your commentary on the candle, I nod my head with a scrunched-up nose*
The good news is that the movie doesn't happen for a while, so you don't have to worry about rushing.
You go get ready. *swats your hip in amusement and grins at you playfully*

@♤ nakamoto yuta Seungjoo's lips twisted a little in amusement at the other's English, his attempt at both foreign languages coming off a little broken but enough to get by. Or at least as long as he kept someone who could understand little bits of Japanese around, which was also why the two roommates ended up talking more often. As the other asked about the bus, the taller male squinted a little at the number of the bus "Yeah, I think we can" He stated back, thinking through the second question for a couple of questions. He was not typically one who enjoyed physical activities such as running or working out, so he'd avoid doing so whenever possible, but without much time to think it through he simply shrugged off with a scoff "Why not?" He let out as he picked up the pace, watching as the short line of people disappeared into the bus. He then brought one of his hands up to gesture toward the people at the stop, knowing the driver wouldn't see them but hoping one of the other embarking passengers would say something so that they wouldn't miss the bus and their little jog wouldn't be worthless.

@✵ kang yeosang⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ //ruffles my hair while you go through the box, trying also to rub the sleep away from my eyes and wake myself up/
Well, you need to have a pair, now that you'll be on stage with Janus, even if you're not singing. And I think they suit you... got your name on them.
//points to the hanji "Yeo" hieroglyph on the red ear piece; then rolls my eyes at you/
Why do you need to light a candle, just think of me, regardless.
Okay, anyway. Enough mushiness. Weren't we late or something?