↳ royal flush's dorm

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ Donghun did his best to keep up with the younger, though that was proving to be hard as he started rummaging through his closet once more, grabbing and putting back multiple pieces. It was cute, how he cared for fashion. Donghun was never one to think much about clothes, mostly just going for a random old suit with a t-shirt underneath ever since he started working as a manager. Casual but professional.

This didn't mean he couldn't appreciate it, however, so once June put everything together, he could only nod and smile back at him, not a hint of surprise on his face at how well everything fit together.

"I like it"

The place was indeed sort of chaotic, there were clothes everywhere, it looked like one of those comedy movies where burglars rummage through the drawers in search for something and leave everything out of place.

"Don't worry about it. I do have to go home and change though-" he looked down at himself and laughed shortly, embarrassed. He'd left in such a hurry he only really had time to put on some shoes, now extremely underdressed in an old tshirt and some sweatpants.

"I'll go home, shower and change and I'll meet you guys there, ok?" the older said as he pat his pockets in search of the car keys, waving back at June once he found them and headed to his car.

@◈ lee donghun⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ *June had almost forgotten that he owned this particular shirt, but as Donghun pulled it from his closet, he knew as well as his manager that this was the focal point of his outfit that day*
*a smile stretched across the younger's features and he held the garment by the clothes hanger, nodding*
I agree... And you know what...
*already forgetting that he'd caused his manager to age 10 years with one text, June was back in his closet, rummaging for an ankle length skirt in a similar tone of black. Once found, he held both pieces to his body, pouting his lips in extra fashion when he posed for Donghun*
What do you think? With some tights maybe?
And those shoes *he pointed with his toes to a pair of black wedge heels by his bed. It was only when he brought focus to another part of his dorm room did he also realize how messy the place was, with tops and bottoms strewn about, and things out of their places about an unmade bed*
*June smiled sheepishly and tagged on quickly* Ignore the mess

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ The manager tilted his head at the mention of a pub. There was no way he'd let them just go out by themselves, he knew how June was with drinks. Quicker than he was able to come up with something that prevented the pair from going out, the younger offered him a solution, and Donghun was fast on his step to agree to it.
"Sure. Text him to come as well then." he said, absentmindedly, as he continued to go through the other's clothes, briefly pausing to consider the options the younger had come up with. The manager quickly shook his head as neither were his taste, and ultimately pulled out a black, sleek shirt he'd found just a few moments ago.
"This one"

@◈ lee donghun⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ Out.
*June replied innocently, feeling like a rebel child on the inside from the adrenaline of it all. He really was going to hell for torturing the new manager, but he couldn't help but chase his own tail in this puppy love*
Well, I think so. Loren sent me a cryptic message about meeting him at this pub
But I was thinking of making an excuse and going to that new restaurant they opened on the other side of town
*Here June paused for breath, holding two different, but nearly identical shirts up to his chest*
Do you want to come with me?
Which shirt?

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ The pounding in the manager's chest started to fade as his eyes slowly scanned his surroundings a bit more carefully, the sensation of danger subsiding with each beat, replaced with an almost instant feeling of embarrassment for causing such a big scene. He couldn't exactly say he wasn't confused by the sudden laugh that surrounded him, but at this point he shouldn't really be surprised at anything that had to do with the group. Specially June.
"A fa- what?" his grip on the younger's wrist loosened and he took a step back, suddenly hyperaware of the distance between them, or lack of it, if we're to be exact.
Donghun had learned he must be prepared for anything at any time if he was to become a good manager, and quick thinking skills were definitely something he had been trying to improve ever since he got the job. With a short sigh, the older of the two turned his attention to the closet and rifled through it for a couple seconds, grabbing some pieces here and there before placing them back in.
"Where are you going?"

@◈ lee donghun⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ *June was dizzy with how Donghun was fluttering around him, like a hummingbird at a fresh flower, and he couldn't help but revel in the attention. There was a sick feeling to it that he enjoyed, and he played along with it a beat too long before cracking into a laugh and holding his manager's arms still*
Sajangnim... Relax... I'm not dying. I have a fashion emergency.
*he cleared his throat while lowering the man's arms, wiping his palms together for lack of anywhere else to place the energy that tingled on his fingers from the touch*
Um, so - *he motioned with a sheepish point to his open closet* Can you help?

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ At the sound of the young man's voice, there was no hesitation. The manager reached for the knob, roughly pushing the door as he almost ran inside, his vision going blurry for a split second as his eyes adjusted to the somewhat familiar place. His heartbeat just kept increasing and increasing as he scanned the room. No soul to be found. The ever increasing pulses echoed in his head and small droplets of sweat were already forming on his forehead, legs almost giving out from nervousness as he practically ran towards the room he remembered to be the younger's.
"June whe-"
The sight before him was... normal? Normal to an extent the manager had a hard time actually focusing on anything. He had been expecting something really bad, maybe a burglary? A house fire? Either way, the lack of any signs of danger combined with the confusion meant he missed the artist's expression before charging towards him, grabbing him by the sholders and spinning, pushing and pulling him in every direction, analyzing every inch.
"What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked frantically, now taking hold of the younger's left wrist as he inspected his arm.

@◈ lee donghun⁻ᵐᵃⁿᵃᵍᵉʳ There was one character flaw in June, and it's that everything was always an emergency. The secondary flaw was that he forgot that not everyone understood that his emergencies weren't always emergencies. Currently, he stood face to face with his overloaded closet, which spilled out with skirts and dresses rarely worn and tucked in the corner, and his more used daily clothes bulging in between. He had on a navy, silken robe, and briefs, and slippers, hair damp and chin in hand, contemplating on what to wear for a day out of for an apology date out with his manager. There'd been an awkward silence since June's first drunken encounter with Donghun, followed by the formal introduction, and he was determined to break it. He was going to properly apologize.
He heard his manager before he saw him, and popped his head out of his dorm room. "Sajangnim! Over here!" The moment June shouted, he ran back into his room, nearly tripping over the shaggy rug, to check his appearance in the mirror. He pinched his cheeks, fluffed his wet hair as much as he could, and rolled his shoulders back. "In here!" he shouted again for safe measure, unable to keep the nervous grin off his face.

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ No.. No he didn't bend me over. He was a whole gentleman about it.
*June groaned some more as the pieces began recollecting in his sore head*
*with Loren's assistance, he trundled to the bedroom, all the while contemplating how to approach their new manager*
I think he brought me here...
*instead of throwing his head into the wall where he wanted to bury himself, he leaned into Loren all the more, whining loudly until his head threatened to punch him in the gut and gag up all the rest of the pink lemonade he'd had the night prior*
Can I tell you something, hyung? Like something really... Private?
*as he spoke, June dragged his feet to the closet, pulling out some clean clothes to wear after the shower he had planned*
I've only kissed a few strangers before at parties, and I've only ever had one relationship before and it was in high school
But when I saw him, Donghun - *he sighed in contentment only to shake his head* No, convince me it was the alcohol. It was the alcohol. How do I apologize to him, hyung?!

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ Donghun is certain he has never run up a flight of stairs this fast. Not only is he breathless and can barely stand up straight from how hard he's panting, but he also feels the droplets of sweat forming on his forehead and on the back of his neck, though he pays no mind to them as he approaches the familiar door and raises his fist to knock. He could just come in, but privacy has always been a sensitive subject for him, so the manager remains in his spot, knuckles rapping on the door as he swiftly pulls out his phone and looks through his contact list. "June?? Are you in there?" he yells just as he hits the call button on his screen.

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ /he listens quietly, his hand still rubbing softly at the other's back in an attempt to pass some comfort as June tries to ground himself a little. he nods a little as the other explains further though his brows are still scrunched up slightly in confusion at the mess that the younger had unknowingly brought upon himself/
Aham... /Seungjoo agrees his lips twisting into an amused smile/
You sure left quite the first impression /he lets out shortly, stifling back a laugh as the other finally turns to face him. Seungjoo pushes himself up from the floor, before lowering down to slide one arm under June's and helping him lean into him for support as he holds up him/
Taking it he did not bend you over so... Did he say something? Did he bring you here?

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ It wasn't on purpose. I spent the night at Lixxie's place and then I got sad on my way home so I, uh, grabbed a bottle - *June paused to take some shallow breaths, chasing away the next wave of nausea*
Then I went to work on music - but this isn't the point - *he hooked a hand over his mouth, groaning*
I can't go into that meeting. I refuse to go.
I can't face him, hyung. I think I told him he was beautiful eighteen different times.
I think I got sick on his /shoes/ hyung!
*June hung his head back in the bowl* God, I wish I screwed him. I wish he had me bent over instead of this hangover.
*he rolled his head towards Loren again* I think I'm empty... Help me up.
*he made a grabby motion with one hand, adding on a whining 'Pleaseeee'*

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ /June's head was lowered over the bowl as he walked in and he carefully crouched next to the other, one of his palms coming up to rest against his back as the other's body rebelled against him./
You were drinking at the company?
/Loren questioned though his tone was void of judgment and more so curious as to how that situation came to be and what would've triggered it. The other lowers his head again as the most recent wave of nausea seems to pass for a bit and as he speaks, his voice is slightly muffled but mostly understandable. The older's eyebrow raises a little at the dramatic description and the corner of his lips twitches upwards as his brain starts to pain various images of what could've possibly happened as he gestures towards the other as he finally faces him./
Well, we're appointed to have a meeting with him soon so we can all meet him
/he states simply as he tried to help the other into a sitting position on the floor against the bathtub/
Don't tell me you've screwed him already? In the practice room no less?

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ *It was only fitting for June to answer by barfing up the syllable of his name. He heard the door open behind him and (knowing Loren wouldn't heed his text about walking in blind), June turned his back to him in time for him to throw up the little contents of his stomach left*
Hwugh... I uh... was drinking while using one of the practice studios to work on a song..
*June wiped at his mouth with the nearby hand towel, crossing his arms over the toilet seat to make a pillow for his head to rest on. He shuts his eyes to keep the pounding head ache at bay*
I met the new manager last night. *his breath rattled on his inhale*
*when he looked up at Loren, his eyes were narrowed into slits, both at the light and out of anger*
How did you meet the most beautiful man in the world and not tell me about it?
You said you met Donghun yesterday?
That's a whole 24 hours of meeting a god and not telling me, your friend in life and death

@♤ park seonghwa ʲᵘⁿᵉ /getting june's new text, loren's brows furrowed a little in confusion at the words. he sat up on their dorm couch, where he'd been for the past couple of hours, pulling at the earphones he'd been wearing, and he glanced back towards the bathroom door which was not all that far from where he'd been laying. granted, the couch was facing away from the door and he might've dozed off until not too long ago, but he was still surprised to hear the other was actually in the dorm, and in such a state, without him having realized. he pushed himself up and off of the seat, music still blasting off of the discarded headphones as he dropped them along with his phone onto the coffee table. without the music playing he could finally hear the other coughing from the other side as he headed towards the shared bathroom, giving the wooden door a couple of knocks as he heard the toilet being flushed/
Hwa? /he questioned as he carefully pushed the door open, peeking inside to find the other and then crouching behind him, raising a hand to pet lightly at the other's back/ Were you out?

@♤ goo gunil As soon as permission came, the door was pushed open further and he leaned onto the doorframe as his gaze fell on his bandmate. "Hope I'm not interrupting our next masterpiece?" He joked as Gunil set the drumsticks down. It wasn't a rare occasion to find the other playing around with the drumset in his shared room, working on new or old songs, or sometimes even just jamming.

"I was just remembering a little something we talked about before" He says, allowing his palm to ride up to his stomach and pat his navel, where a small piece of jewelry hide beneath the white tshirt. "You know, a little shiny and pretty thingie?"

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ Gunil's body was moving to the beat as his fingers gripped the drumsticks with ease, the soft tap of the sticks on the electric drum set sounding throughout the room. He was trying to sort out a beat from one of the songs that they were working on that didn't quite sit well with him. Frowning slightly, still not satisfied with what was coming from the drums, he lifted his head in surprise at the knock.

"Yes, I'm free, come in Loren hyung!" He called, placing his drumsticks on the desk beside his kit. "What's up?" He asked once the other had finally walked through his door.

@♤ goo gunil It had been a while since they'd been talking about this but something always seemed to come up or they would simply forget about it. Not today though. Soon enought they would be attending their first award show as Royal Flush and, before then, Seungjoo planned on getting the younger what they'd joked about as being their trademark.

With barely a knock to the other's bedroom door, he pushes it open to peek inside, hoping to find the younger "Gunie? You free?"

@♤ goo gunil Jooyeon had spent another insomniac night slaving away at a puzzle with four thousand pieces. When it was complete, it was meant to resemble a scientifically accurate image of their universe. He'd become fixated on space these days, and with lack of work at the moment, he either idled away practicing his music, or holed up in his dorm. Today was no different, but before he knew it, dawn peeked through his window. Oops. Well, he could go get some coffee at the convenience store. But it was cold, and still dark... He'd take a hyung to go with him.
There was only one that he could trust not to kill him at this early hour, and so Jooyeon saunters quietly out to Gunil's dorm room, slighting up to his bed and hovering above him. After a moment of perception, he reaches over and jostles the other's shoulder.
"Hyung... Hyung... Wake up!" he whispers, shaking more intensely.

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ Mmmmh, are you saying drunk and loose me is not enjoyable? I might take offense if i wasn't using you as a grounding pole.
//leans back to demonstrate, fully trusting that you can support my back with one arm while unlocking the door, coming back upright only when I'm pulled in/
If they're not - all the more win for them. They get a free show. Are your walls thin?
//peels the upper half of my back to look around the living room curiously, finding it deserted, but the house is eerily quiet, meaning the other 4 boys are snuggled in their bedrooms asleep - as they should be at this godforsaken hour/
Translation - can I be as loud as i want?

@✵ jung wooyoung⁻ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᵉᵉ /my gaze is directed to the building I'd shared with you until a few months ago when Royal Flush for our own place and once I face you again my brows furrow a little in confusion at the response before my expression softens in understanding as the thought downs on me a little/
Yeah, you're right
/my heads offers the smallest of nods as I lean into you a little more/
Plus~ it will be more enjoyable as well
/my hands start to move towards you once more but the gesture is halted by your own hold of my fingers, shortly breaking the atmosphere as you lead us down the hopefully empty street. my body follows along to your guidance, arms instantly reaching out to wrap around your waist once you press up to me. there is a small grin over my lips at the words and I feel the tone of your voice send a wave of electricity through my body, fingertips gripping lightly at your hips in urgency. the moment lasts barely a second though, and there is a swift kiss pressed to your lips which, despite short, should be enough to translate my eagerness/
Was part of the plan, Woo
/with that, it is my turn to tug you into the building, each step taking us closer to where our night was probably, or not, meant to end. within the safety of the four walls, my actions turn bolder, hands getting a little heavier as I pull you to me for a deeper kiss just as we reach the front door, my hand slipping into my pocket for the key, finding it at the third try/
Here's to hoping they're all out or fast asleep

@♤ lee seungjoo ˡᵒʳᵉⁿ [moving rooms]

I'm a treat.
//proposes with a flutter of lashes, being left to chuckle lowly alone on the seat as you lean to pay, my mind drifting vaguely to Yeo, which brings a little smile to my lips, and hands also drifting but very non-platonically sneak under the back of your shirt, scratching lightly at the skin until you slip out of the car and i follow suit/
//as the cab vrooms away, i spare a glance at the block that houses our dorms, knowing which exact dark window is the one that Yeosang is peacefully sleeping behind, and shake my head/
Some other day, Joo-ya. Now is not the time. And we should be sober. Definitely should be sober. But now i don't feel like being sober.
//tugs your hand, walking backwards to a more modern building across the street, where the Royal Flush dorms are located, only 3 storeys high and looking far cozier than the dorm block. after we successfully cross the empty street, i abort the tugging and press up against your torso, loosely wrapping arms around your neck as much as i can reach, and look up, the sound reverberating from my chest and into yours from the press/
Take me home, Joo-ya.

@♤ goo gunil /it was mostly a lazy day and i was pretty bored, sprawled across my bed with one of yuta's mangas in my hands as I read through the pages, though my attention was no longer on the book as my brain slowly diverged into different topics. our next release was on the talks, which was exciting and that gave me an idea. a great one at that. we'd mentioned it before while discussing the members body art but had yet to act on it. with a roll of my body I push myself off the bed and discard the book onto one of the pouffes before walking straight to your room and giving the dorm a single knock before pushing it open/
Guni? You busy?

*stretches out on my bed with a hefty sigh*

@♤ lee jooyeon ʲᵘⁿᵉ Staring at Jooyeon with disoriented startlement, his eyes tried to focus on the other man only to grab his shoulder's once he's back, one to settle himself and stop the dizziness from making him feel like he was about to topple over. "Lee Jooyeon, stop. Stop moving. You're going to make me throw up if you keep spinning in front of me like that." Gunil ordered, biting the inside of his cheek while screwing his eyes together.
"Okay, okay, thank you for the ice Joo." Opening his eyes he notices the blood running down the other's face. Hand reaching out he cradles the other's cheek gently. Lips parting, he gently begins speaking to Jooyeon with a soft voice not wanting to spook them. "Joo sweetheart, you need to calm down, okay?" He urges, pressing his temple lightly against Jooyeon's. "Reaching up, he wipes away the blood with the sleeve of his sweater, and smile's at Jooyeon encouragingly. "I'm okay, you'll be okay, but I highly suggest we both sit down before we get more injured okay?" Gunil says, taking Jooyeon's hand and leading him to the couch to sit down. Once they were sat, he ran his hand soothingly over Jooyeon's arm. "No ambulance. I'm going to be okay, I've had concussions before. We just need to relax."

@♤ goo gunil That had hurt... A lot. The tears were only just starting to well out of his eyes, but he blinks them back. With the shock of the situation finally through, his immediate instincts kick in, calculating all the words from his grandfather - from whom he'd received many a lecture before. "First aid kit. We need a first aid kit. You're bleeding." One quick look at Gunil had confirmed his worst fear - giant goose egg with an unidentified blood source. "First aid kit. Ice. Call ambulance." He's counting on his fingers now, moving throughout the dorm. With his vision still blurred, Jooyeon makes it to the bathroom, having to fish around under the sink cupboard, trifling through disorganized products, and spare toilet paper before he finds the wimpy first aid kit. "First aid kit. Locked in." The freezer was next, stumbling to the kitchen and losing a slipper. He digs out a handful of ice in his bare fist, throwing it into a plastic bag that he then wraps in a hand towel. "Ice. Check." He starts running back to the room. "Hyung! I have the first aid kit and ice! Oof!" Another loud bonk as Jooyeon misjudges his corner and rears nose-first into the door. Shake it off... Shake it off... Blindly, he extends both arms out. "I got the first aid kit and the ice."

@♤ lee jooyeon ʲᵘⁿᵉ The anticipation was building in his body, like a live wire ready to be touched only to gasp in shock as pain shoots through his chin, eyes bursting open in shock only to groan in pure at the sudden burst of pure and utter pain to his head that had his vision going black and stars floating in his vision. Whimpering lowly against the other's lips, barely even registering. Tears fell down Gunil's cheek, not sure where to apply pressure on his temple or his chin.
"A-are you okay?" Gunil asked, softly, the pain radiating all throughout his skull.

@♤ goo gunil *Jooyeon had begun with his eyes open, and he stayed that way, watching his friend shut his eyes, and lean in* *it was all he needed to know to confirm that his friend would be able to do this no matter what. So, as the last inches close between them, he shoots his hand up, palm side to Gunil's mouth, clamping the kiss short*
*what was meant to be a smooth separation, ended up... Well... Let him describe it for you*
*his hands shoots up, aiming for Gunil's mouth. As his fingers whizz through the air, he misfires his angle, hitting Gunil on the chin. The ricochet shoots his hand up, and the ring on his middle finger tangles in his hair. The knot slams his forehead down, and the pair knock foreheads. The resulting bonk sound is enough to make the hair on the back of anyone's neck stand up*
*and in the end, the backlash of that hit, forces their lips together for a brief, chaste, impromptu peck before lady luck finally plants some distance between them*

O-ow - *Joo stutters, rubbing at his forehead with the handle wearing the ring - whcih is still tangled in his hair*

(Was* crying at these typos)

(Ears* this is what I get for typing too fast -.-)