advlias:

ADELIA’S FISTS BEGIN to clench, a small gesture to showcase her distaste towards this entire thing. it was bad enough to have to pretend to like the event, but she also has to pretend to like the people there as well. nowadays, she has no problem with confrontation, oftentimes telling those unfortunate enough to achieve her disliking just how much she despised their presence. here though, she is unable to do that. reporters and photographers are swarming the entire place. the air is sickeningly sweet, perfumed by sugary alcoholic beverages and expensive fragrances. it makes her want to PUKE. the sound of footsteps approaching catches her attention, but her photo is currently being taken so she cannot turn around to catch a glance at the newcomer. the sound of a far too familiar voice makes her freeze, body tensing up as realization dawns upon her. she can feel his eyes travelling over her body, and she suddenly feels extremely vulnerable. “too bad i can’t say the same about you.” she says under her breath, making sure to smile extra brightly at the next shutterbug in an attempt to hide her discomfort. “not even a little bit. what about you though? what are you doing here? got too  b o r e d  of your other toys?” her tone is vicious, borderline toxic. she turns towards him now, waving goodbye to those who just finished taking her picture. “you’re still a sight for sore eyes, i see.”

w h o a. adelia has changed, after all. of course, he wasn’t excepting a warm smile or anything of the sort, but this. in the back of his mind, he faintly thinks about if the rumor that the female changed after heartbreak, his heartbreak, and if it was true too. he’ll probably ask later. minjun was close, close enough for the female to feel his breath ghosting against her neck. despite the hostile intent coming from the female, he smiles, big and wide, fake; just for the cameras. right after the shutterbug sounds from the camera pointed at them, he pulls back, but not as quick as he should’ve. he lingers for a minute or two, smirk still high on his face. “that hurts my feelings, princess.” he icily whispers, a huff sounding from his throat in form of a chuckle. “i’ve come to say hi,” he starts, voice still dangerously low. “let’s cut the crap, shall we? sight for sore eyes, huh.” another laugh bumbles from the braces of his throat. ”were you e v e r this brave before?” he’s decided he like this renewed adelia more than ever, she was still fun as ever. “calm down, love. let’s not get too heated just yet.” minjun towers over adelia, hand reaching forward, only to stop a millimeter to her cheek; his eyes training on hers, locked, letting her tremble in anticipation. his finger stretches to brush a hair to the side, touch gently yet eyes fiery. “I've come to check up on a favorite toy of mine. how have you been doing without m e, hm?” 

a bad person? who, me? that would be correct,

to say the male was both bored & tired would be a tremendous understatement. minjun had voiced his disinterest in the gala more than once or twice, but all his rejections were shut down by the management; he knows it would cause a ruckus if he hadn’t shown up, nonetheless, it was still his most h a t e d day of work. despite his loathing, he smiles for the camera, he replies to small talk politely. the cameras are a l w a y s rolling, and he knows that. minjun most definitely cant afford to fuck up, not now, not E V E R. bombarded with questions of ‘what’s your relationship with xx?’ left and right; g o d. if he had a penny for every time he heard that for the night, he would’ve been rich enough to buy the whole company in one go. he was tired, drained. he wasn’t one for socializing and the gala amplified the feeling. he knew being idol came one in tow with having n o privacy at all. but damn. it irked him more than anything. despite being an idol came with many cons and low pros, he was still happy, in the long run. his group hasn’t had a comeback since forever, he longed to be on stage. but, not having to learn and perfect a dance routine just yet opens him up to try more and more dance styles. he wouldn’t say he was that hardworking, he just had unsettling passion for working his body to the brim while sweet melody played, it calmed his nerves, putting him in a serene state. he’d kill to leave the shit of a place and dance himself blind. teetering away from the press was hard, but he manged to do it just somehow. he needed a glass of champagne and just as he’s grabbing one, a voice emerges from his side. minjun’s brows furrow as soon the female’s words sink in, before taking a much needed sip of his drink, his features contorting in a small smirk. “what’s making you think i’ll help you?”

jade was E X H A U S T E D. after spending hours of smiling and chit chatting with guests and the press, all jade wanted to do was to go home. normally, jade wouldn’t have minded the party. in fact she was one of the few people who actually enjoyed attending the company gala, but this year… she just wasn’t feeling it. maybe it was the rambunctious atmosphere that surrounded the party or maybe it was the fact that aquarius’ comeback was coming out soon and jade was still s t r u g g l e i n g with the dance, but whatever it was jade just couldn’t seem to bring herself to have fun - nor did she try to convince herself to. it wasn’t like she was trying to be a party pooper, she just had a lot of things on her mind. her group’s comeback being one of those things. jade was not the greatest dancer, she often got by on the choreography because they were easy to follow, but this time jade was struggling… even more than she usually does. but, she knew that complaining and worrying wouldn’t help her with her problem. she just wished that this party could E N D already so that she could get back to the studio and practice. taking a sip of her water, jade tried to keep her smile from faltering. the last thing she needed was the press taking a bad picture of her and then seeing articles about her the next morning. “ughhh.” she groaned. this was the one thing jade HATED about being an idol. she was never free to express herself. what am i going to do? she thought, returning to her problem. then suddenly, like a lightbulb in her head, she remembered minjun. he was a friend, and was also one of the best dancers in the company. without a second thought, jade moved across the room and walked up beside him. “i need a favour.” @amovrcux

He told me he was afraid of commitment with thirteen tattoos on his body.

Michelle K. (via thelovejournals)

@advlias.

he knows targeting the female in such an open space was a low blow of sorts, but it was an invitation asking to be taken, he couldn’t let it go. minjun hasn’t been near adelia ever since they broke it off, but with good reason. rumor has it his sweet, sweet adelia wasn’t so sweet anymore, he was intrigued, very much so. he hadn’t any other chances to approach the female and find out on his own except for this one, where there were no exits; the press were watching, their labelmates were watching. no stunts would be able to be pulled, it was perfect. he could feel the eyes glaring into his being as he approaches aforementioned female, the corner of his lips tug up as he catches sight of adelia, more in amusement than any other feeling; his eyes trained on her figure as he rakes it into his memory, hand traveling to adjust his suit collar. once he deemed himself close enough to have a private chit chat with adelia, he speaks, ever so callously. “someone’s looking especially good today,” haughtily, yet genuinely. his eyes visibly, intentionally, wander to take in her body, knowing full well she’ll feel them boring into it. he most definitely knows he has no right to be talking to her, but rights are nonexistent in these days and age, and rules were always meant to be broken. his smirk was high on his face yet conciliatory and features controlled, complaisant. minjun tips his head to the side as he murmurs just low enough for only the female to catch, and her only. “missed me?”   

lxhyomin:

in all honesty, hyomin would stay in the dorm and binge watch some crappy kardashian show rather than attend this gala and suffer by smiling too much that her cheeks hurt already. it didn’t help that everytime she was about to take a bite of something a camera would find her and she would literally have to drop whatever it was and quickly act as if she was just picture ready. that wasn’t the worst thing though, it was the fact that she was surrounded by her fellow labelmates whom most of them she couldn’t stand. there was just something about them that repulsed her perhaps it was how fake they could be, just like her. she was finally left alone by the photographers and was about to take a bite of a donut, away from the eyes of everyone, when she suddenly felt someone’s presence behind her. “hey, do you know what personal space is?” she said, moving away from him.

the male felt even more bored as the seconds passed, a quick sigh slipping past his lips as a his features changed into that of a scowl as soon as he walked away from the blinding flashing of cameras. he knew he was probably over-reacting, but he was unequivocally disinterested, and bothered none to pretend he is otherwise. the press were annoying, his labelmates were annoying, feigning interest in this event and masquerading ever such a polished yet an ingratiating counterfeit smile was annoying, minjun was annoyed. as soon as he heard of the female’s response, another short wheeze of air resembling a groan passes through his lips involuntarily. “my apologizes, princess.” despite his ever so dry apology, the male does little to no movement to yield away from his spot. “anyways,” minjun musters a smile at her, his head moving to the side in mock invitation. “what do you say about leaving this place with me?”  

ofckimiko:

kimiko was slightly startled by the voice that whispered against her ear, but she managed to keep a straight face for the cameras, acting like it was just friendly talk between labelmates. she blinked once minjun stopped speaking, turning to whisper back in his ear, her brown curls falling down her shoulder gently. “what did you have in mind?” kimiko has always been one for adventure, and this gala isn’t going to stop her from that at all. she grins at the other boy, brown eyes gleaming as she speculates about where he wants to take her. 

a whimsical smile mantles his features at the females response, his first involuntary twitch of the lips ever since the night started. his eyes trained on her expression as he took it all in, both her words and facial expression, she was willing. where to go, he hasn’t thought about it that far along. minjun glances at the crowd before a hum travels through his throat. if they left now, they probably wouldn’t be noticed as quick. “anywhere but here.” minjun murmurs back into kimiko ear, wary of the listening ears of the press. “where would a princess like you like to spend her time at?” he most definitely didn’t want to leave the gala alone, so he hoped the female was into taking a mystery enterprise with him.

          “Boring. this is so BORING.” The blonde muttered to the air, barely audible to the person next to him. his eyes trained on the flashing lights of the cameras snapping a shot of his every move. he got mingled and lost between the large number of people present in the gala, and frankly, he didn’t even want to attend the party, and he wouldn’t if it wasn’t mandatory. despite that, he smiled ever so brightly at the press trying to catch his attention every passing second, a hand raised in greeting. Minjun sighed once more before tipping his head to the side to brazenly whisper into an unsuspecting idol’s ear. whoever it was, he hoped they would go with his plan. “HEY, why don’t you and i leave this shitty place and go somewhere fun instead?”  He questioned, caring little about his intrusive behavior as he leaned over. 

tag dump !!

hey hey, !! it’s ya boy kade (he/him) here, an eighteen year old procrastinating trashcan coming to you from the gmt+3 timezone! i’m lowkey kinda scared (yet very excited) to be here for my skills are most definitely inferior to you all, but i will try my best in overcoming the skill gap.,. ! do like this if you want to plot and i’ll come rushing into your ims! let’s get along !.

BACKGROUND! 

tw: drugs and alcohol 

born on a wintry day in 1996, 10th of December, to a single mother who was the sun in his sky, and an older sister who he grew to respect more and more as days ran

he lived his first few years in busan before moving closer to his mother’s side of the family in america 

as he grew, he learned first-hand the hardships of growing up without a father, which denied him a figure to look up to like any of his friends, despite his his mother and grandparents being well off 

his mother’s side of the family were all involved in the showbiz and entertainment, his grandparents were a set of actors and models, respectively. his mother was a rookie actress by the time of his birth

engraved into him were prestigious social skills, he was taught how to act like a well behaved son, by non other then his mother, whoever saw him could very well tell he was misun’s son. 

as a young boy, what he was taught made him hide behind a facade, and over years he learnt how to not be himself 

instead of crying over the loss of the warm fatherly love he knew he’d never receive (unlike everyone around had), he bit tongue and stayed quiet, never once mentioning to his mother

 half of him was scared to do so, never once wanting to upset his mother and dimming the light emitted brightly from her, and the other half was just unwilling to do anything about it. this is how he was taught; to be quiet and smile on  

however, naive as he was, his ‘friends’ turned him into drugs and alcohol and he unwillingly embraced them as a coping mechanism, for his sober self was too dipped into loneliness and isolation to do anything about it

he liked to think it helped him express himself, but it only made him ever more aloof

months passed and his addiction came to be, and it only made him struggle even more

that was until his mother ultimately found out about his addiction and sent him to rehab with a heavy yet determined heart

there, he spent ninety days in a program specially made for him in america, and as the days passed he tried his best to detox his system free of intoxication 

coming back to his sober self was painful, and it did nothing to aid his lonesome habits, yet, he thinks seeing his mother’s smile was worth it 

and with that, his mother sends him back to korea with his sister

he always had a fascination with dancing and singing, and being back to his hometown freed him up to take it up as a hobby, so he danced and danced his tears away

despite being born in busan and living in america for the majority of his teen years, when he speaks, a natural Seoul accent strings up his words, which naturally aided him on his way to fight for his dream

his dream being on the big stage and dancing to the loud music and cheers

the only thing he actively chased to seek in his life was to be on stage, to sing and dance and hear the applause specially for him, it was his life long dream 

and he tried his best to leave his painful past behind him, and start a clean lifestyle filled with dancing and cheers ahead

flash forward to present time, he debuted in EROS, while maintaining a good relation with his mother and sister, the only ones who truly matter to him.  

 PERSONALITY! 

being so tightly closed off about his feelings naturally caused a rift in how he displays his emotions; selfless yet unconcerned, cold and detached.

he excels in pleasing the right people but, doesn’t bother about those who have no place in his future

he quite simply feels like trying to befriend and please anyone under the visionaries would be a waste of time and doesn’t try. It’s laziness on his part.

a flirt; despite being selectively nice, it’s in him to play around with people

manipulative; just like how he chooses who to be nice to, it all comes with reason. he’s knowledgeable and smart, quick and intelligent. such traits allow him to mold people to his will

behind the scenes, he’s fairly blunt and has zero of a filter but when the camera’s rolling, he knows how to keep himself composed, and the lessons of prestige acting his mother gave him fill his every sense. 

strong minded, however, every man has his downfalls. minjun pities himself to an extent, (he hates it as he cannot accept the pity of others no more than his own; will never show his soft spots or weak points to anyone other than his mother and sister.),  he still mourns the loss of contact in his life, his inability to show care fills his mind with doubt and clouds it with hesitation and uncertainty. nights where he holds his head and thinks about how huge of a mess he is, exist.  

PLOTS WILL BE COMING SOON! (i’m currently feeling uncreative ,)