fmdjake

[fmdjake]

#〈 &. VISAGE. #/ probs have to live with warnings tmw 😭 #/ this week was lowkey the pits 😔 hope everyone else's was better!

[fmdjake]

fmdduri​:

duri couldn’t help the giggle that leaves his lips, head shaking just a bit. though, he raises a bit of a brow at the next set of words, his cheeks blushing just a ibt. he nodded his head, looking upon jake once more, “do you think they’ll have what we’re looking for, hm?” he asked, before he’s chuckling just a tad bit. truth be told, duri does look forward to it, and wonders if they’d manage to find things that they’re looking for. but, indulging in things that this is definitely what he wants, especially for his birthday; it was one way to celebrate, without actually thinking about his birthday in any sense. maybe his libido is a little high today, but you can’t really blame him for that one, right? he nods his head, listening to jake. “that’s true! we can both be the kings,” he says, chuckling happy. that was definitely a much better thing, flipping the script. “i hope we get our full on kingdom soon,” he says, a smile upon his lips. and quickly, before anyone could potentially notice, he gives a quick kiss to jake’s cheek, another chuckle leaving his lips. 

honestly, duri would be happy if jake just held onto him the entire time that were ice skating, simply because duri always liked the closeness. maybe he’s a bit clingy, always liking to be closer to the other; as close as possible at that. but, obviously, he also gave him his space at times. it’s a really nice balance, he thinks. nonetheless, he speaks upon his dreams for the future, what it holds for the two of them. in a sense, he’s very much manifesting the things by saying them out loud, speaking them into existence. he giggles happily, though, when jake is agreeing with what he’s saying. “i hope we get it soon, it would be really nice to get that part of the ideal life, soon,” he says, nodding his head a bit excitingly. it’s something that he’s excited about, something to look forward to. sure, duri really, really loves what he does - he loves being an idol. but, he almost thinks he might be a bit tired, ready for anew.

he chuckles, “there’s no need to thank me!” he said, his smile growing once more towards the other. he continues to glide carefully with the other holding upon him, before the other would let go. he looked upon the other, checking out his form once more, now that he seemed more centered. he nodded his head, “i do! it’s tradition!” he says. he chuckles again, head shaking. “i’m expecting you to get some airtime too, so you better start practicing soon!” he joked, his head shaking just a bit, another chuckle leaving his lips. 

“do you want get out of here soon, once it starts getting crowded?”

“depends where we go, but i think we can figure somethin’ out...” his teasing continues, his mind wandering into explicit territory, which isn’t great being that he’s in a public setting. the thought is hard for him to resist, though, and he’s always been one to indulge his fantasies whenever they bloom, like variegated flora in his mind. it’s also all too easy to slip back into the state of mind he was in this morning—the image of duri beneath him, flushed and glistening with sweat ever-present in his mind. sighing, he shakes his head free of the imaginings; knowing that if he didn’t, his pants would become uncomfortably tight, and it would be a nightmare trying to deal with that at the rink. so, needing a distraction, he’s glad for the kiss that’s stamped onto his cheek, and he returns it after peering over his shoulder. “i think two kings fits us better anyway, to be honest. we’re both bosses in our own right.” jake adds, shrugging his shoulders. “that’s how i’ve always seen us. we’re both successful, and independent, and we get shit done. it’s pretty hot, actually, if you think about it...” that’s one thing he’s always adored about their dynamic. duri may submit to him in the bedroom, but in their lives and careers, neither one of them takes a backseat.

licking his lips, it warms him up knowing that duri considers their futures together an “ideal” life. in truth, jake never thought he’d be able to provide that to someone; his track record bleak. ��i—i’m glad that you’re looking forward to it so much. i can tell you already that i’m lookin’ forward to it, too, and i can also tell you that i will not be renewing my contract for the group after this leg of it is over.” hopefully dropping that bomb isn’t too much of a shift in conversation topic. he’s been putting a lot of thought into it, and though he’s still got a few years to go, he’s made up his mind. being in polaris has been an alright era for him, but he’s ready to leave it behind—no plans of even agreeing to a reunion with them unless they offer fat stacks of cash.

now that he’s created some distance between them and is skating on his own, he’s learning how best to balance on the blades; position his weight in a way that keeps him upright. he laughs at duri’s quip, though, and makes a silly face at him. it’s concealed mostly by his mask, but his eyes say all. “if you’re really gonna put me up to that challenge, i’ll take it seriously...” he speaks, matteroffactly “bet—by this time next year, i’ll be able to do jumps for you. they may be on the simpler side, but i’ll learn how to do ‘em!” his naturally competitive air always makes him eager for an obstacle to overcome, and this sounds much more fun than something idol-related.

“we can head out whenever you want to, baby... it’s your day, remember? sure, there are more people comin’ in, but don’t let ‘em fuck with your day, you know? if it gets too chaotic in here and it’s ruining the mood, we can head out, and next year, i’ll make sure to just... rent the rink out for us so we can be alone.” jake smiles, skating over to him. “would you like that? a rink all to ourselves on your big day?”

#〈 &. PARK DURI. #〈 &. 580.

[fmdjake]

fmdduri​:

duri really loves being around people, that’s something that’s really for sure. though, he is slightly disappointed when people come out onto the ice. he kind of wishes he could have a little bit more alone time on the ice alone with jake. so, now it was more so like ice skating as friends, rather than anything else. since, they couldn’t be caught as titan’s duri and polaris’s jake, out on a date together to cause some huge stir and “scandal” - as much as it was ridiculous to call it as such. of course, duri and jake could do their little things, the ones that no one would catch onto. and who knew if anyone would even notice that they were both very, very popular idols and more so just two normal guys ice skating. duri wasn’t really worried about it, even if he had some wishes that he’d simply just be able to hold jake’s hand and ice skate - that really was one big con, not being able to date a man publicly, truth be told. nonetheless, he shakes it off, and goes along with it. he’s sure they’d probably be done soon, anyways, after going around a few times, and duri would be cold; that’s truly how it went, right? 

there’s a blush that moves past his cheeks, his face turning a little bit red. he giggled a bit, almost shaking his head. he leans in himself, “i think after this, we should stop somewhere for the outfit,” he states. “i think i need a visual representative of what you’re talking about,” duri says, before he’s leaning back. giving a bit of a firm nod, before he’s giggling again. though, covering his mouth with a gloved hand, trying not to giggle too loud and bring attention to them. “if you’re the king… that would make me the queen, right?” he asked, before chuckling softly. “yes, i think queen makes the most sense, to be by your side in our kingdom!” he says, chuckling happily. 

his mind shoots to the future, their life together - the kingdom they could create. he always got rather excited thinking about it, how their life is going to be, and everything in between. “rokkie,” duri starts, using that nickname he uses sometimes when it comes to jake. “do you ever think about the future?” he asked, before turning his head a bit to the other who was holding upon him. “i want to get married to you and i want to build a big house somewhere secluded. where we can have kids and more animals,” he said, with a soft chuckle. “i like to think we’re already engaged,” he teased, before he’s laughing softly. “i can’t wait for that with you. when we can finally be less exhausted and have a very nice space,” he said, chuckling softly. “i want a pool and hot tub there too!” he states, giggling once more. he nodded his head, “oh, don’t you worry!” he says, another giggle leaving his lips. “yeah, exactly that! you’re putting a little bit forward and gliding!” he states, nodding his head excitingly. 

when jake lets go, he almost wants to reach out and grab him - but, he knows he shouldn’t do that, since jake is trying again. he looks the other up and down, before nodding his head, “yes, your form is good!”

“i mean, how the hell do you think i feel?” jake teases, eyes angled slightly downward towards duri. “you need a visual representation of what i’m talking about? hell, i need a visual representation of what i’m talkin’ about... and i agree. let’s totally shop around after this; see what we can find.” his boyfriend’s libido seems sky high today, but he’s not complaining. why would he? if unleashing carnal desires, and ice skating, is what duri wants to do on his birthday, then jake’s happy to indulge him; to hand over every single thing he wants, and more. though, when duri calls himself the ‘queen’ of their kingdom, jake’s brows furrow—a shrug rising and falling from his shoulders. “i mean, if you wanna be the queen, that’s dope, but why can’t we both be kings?” he asks, licking over his lips; the chill in the air making them somewhat dry. he’ll need to remember to slather moisturizer onto them when they get back to the car. “we’re two men, our relationship is dumbly not seen as ‘normal’ by people around us, so we should flip the script and be two kings ruling their land. change shit up, y’know?”

becoming distracted by the conversation, he loses his balance a little, but clutches onto duri to keep himself steady; laughing since he almost took another tumble. though, his laughter is cut short when he’s asked if he ever envisions the future. enthusiastically nodding his head, he’s quick to tighten his grip on his sweetheart; pretending like he needs help, when in reality, he just wants to be physically connected to him somehow. though, before he’s able to add to the conversation, duri begins speaking his wishes into existence; hopefully manifesting them so they transform from dreams into real life. “i think about that all the time, too... probably way too often, if i’m being real.” jake admits, daydreaming. “on, like, every long flight i take, i sit there and i just... imagine what it’ll be like to not have to get up for an early call time, and how it’d feel to wake up next to you everyday. believe me, everything you want is what i want for us, too. it seems like the ideal life, and i mean that.”

jake knows that his track record with relationships isn’t great, and he can’t deny that he still has a wandering eye sometimes—especially on the road—but he’s never been more serious about a person in his life. duri grounds him, and in truth, it feels nice to be anchored like that. “i’m glad to hear i’m not a lost cause anymore. thanks for bein’ so patient with me, baby.” he offers a smile, and continues to glide; releasing his hold on the shorter of them again now that he’s centered. “i could get used to this, though. you said you do this every year on your birthday?” he asks, wanting to make sure he remembered correctly. “by this time next year, i’ll be a pro. just you wait and see. i’ll be skating circles around you: figure-eights, double axels, and shit.”

#〈 &. PARK DURI. #〈 &. 520.

[fmdjake]

fmdmin​:

minhee thinks jake is fucking with him, there is no other logical explanation.

he has gone the same part over ten times, not counting the first two because he thought those were reasonable requests but… he is starting to get suspicious about the other wasting both their time. it was the fact that minhee didn’t need to learn the choreography, he made it. if anything he thinks they were all capable dancers in polaris, learning the main stuff from the video he recorded, ask him for help and details. he thinks that is reasonable, but then again.. when was anything reasonable when jake is around?

“i swear to god, you used to be a better dancer back in the day.” he spits, but there is no venom in his words. he uses them to spite the main vocalist into at least putting a bit more effort into their practice. “if you don’t kick yourself into gear, i will physically do it-” he threatens, extends his leg and actually kicks jake lightly as a warning. there were so many places minhee would much rather be honestly speaking, being around his girlfriend kind of topping the charts right now, but he doesn’t say it out loud. he was an idol first, choreographer second and beating jake into shape third. what more could you really want from him? the full package polaris needs, along with ash to write their songs.

“like i said, you go on the beats, what’s so hard about going on the beats?” he motions for the vocalist to follow him, but within the first few beats and moves he stops and turns to look at jake with raised brows “did you also suddenly become musically incapacitated? i wouldn’t believe me if you said no, i tell you that.” he huffs, hand placed on his hip as he waits for an answer, obviously not having any of jake’s fucking around. 

“i don’t get paid enough for this.”

jake rolls his eyes when minhee jabs at him; a laugh falling from between his lips as his skills as a dancer are questioned. he knows that he’s not musically talented, and he’s never ever claimed to be, so having his longtime pal bust his chops for taking awhile to learn the new choreography makes him feel bad. he hates that he slows down the process for the rest of the group, but he’s genuinely as dumb as he seems when it comes to picking up the movements. when the time is right, and the stage lights are on him, and the cameras are spiraling around, he can make put his best foot forward. he makes it work, and thankfully for him, he’s not been completely obliterated by netizens... yet. his musical skills do get called into question occasionally, especially when he’s being compared to the rest of the collective, but he expects that. he’s also self-aware enough to know what his strengths and weaknesses are. jake knows he’s not as good of a singer as ash; he doesn’t rap; he’s nowhere near as proficient a dancer as minhee; and being in the midst of such brilliant artists does make him feel inferior sometimes. that being said though, he chooses not to let those demons devour his soul. he’s been an idol for so long now that he’s learned not care about what he lacks, and he seems to be doing okay.

“i mean, aging is a thing... maybe i’m just becoming an old man already?” he quips, one of his hands reaching backwards to rest on the small of his back jokingly. it’s like him to use humor to stall, or as a defense mechanism, whenever he feels backed into a corner: a tried and true tactic. “that, or maybe you’ve just gotten meaner as you’ve aged. whatever happened to the minhee that used to encourage me to be better? you’re so vicious nowadays, and threatening to kick my ass isn’t gonna make me wanna continue with this...” it’s then when he’s delicately nudged with minhee’s foot, and he tries not to let it get him mad, but it’s getting harder for him to keep his composure. he doesn’t want to lose his cool, minhee doesn’t deserve that, but he is frustrated that he’s so mixed up when it comes to the choreography at hand.

min continues to speak to him as if he’s a drill sergeant, and while jake may be used to that kind of treatment, he’s beginning to get tired. “you say ‘go on the beats,’ but i guess it’s hard for me to find the right ones. i don’t know, man. maybe my head’s just... not here right now,” he admits, pausing to take a gulp of his pocari sweat. “you’re the one who choreographed this. you couldn’t go easy on me? you couldn’t spare your best friend, and future best man, by giving him choreography that doesn’t make a fool outta him?” he teases, nudging him playfully. “seriously though... i don’t think i’ve had this hard of a time with dancing in years. d’you think i’m actually losing my edge? think i’m finally down for the count?” it’s an honest question, one that he fears the answer to. “it’d be pretty fuckin’ sad if my two left feet decided not to get their shit together now, especially when we’re on the up-and-up.”

raising one of his forearms up, he wipes away the beads of sweat on his brow; taking a deep breath. “look, i know you’d rather be elsewhere... and you’d rather not have to put up with me right now, but what can i do to sweeten the deal, or to make all this worth your time?” he asks, then shakes his head. “can’t believe you’re admitting that you don’t want to hangout with me, or help me out anymore. you got a girl and she’s your world now, and you’ve got no more room for your pal jake. i see how it is...”

#〈 &. KIM MINHEE. #〈 &. 670.

[fmdjake]

#〈 &. VISAGE.

[fmdjake]

He’ll admit it: he spent far too long deep-diving into the webtoon of the project he’s hoping to become attached to. The story, to him, felt so different from everything else he’s considered from an actor’s perspective. It’s outlandish, and controversial, and sexy, and funny... it’s got a lot going on, and he won’t lie—he’s really into it. That, and having read a rough copy of the script for the film adaptation, he enjoys how they handled the touchier subject matter; opting for keeping it as tasteful as possible as a means to not put the actors involved in “compromising positions.” However, even with all of the excitement he feels, Jake’s somehow nervous for what his supporters are going to think of him in this role. Sure, it’s the typical charming romantic lead that he’s known for, but with an edge and twist—one that he’s eager to explore despite the soft nerves that settle in his stomach when he thinks about the filming process.

Though, he’s trying not to get too excited. He hasn’t been confirmed to star in it, even though he’s sent over the audition tapes necessary and even had a meeting with the director via the phone. There was a brief mention of a possible chemistry reading between he and his costar, but it’s not been easy to coordinate their schedules. That alone makes him anxious. If he can’t show up for it, how is he supposed to know if things’ll work out on-screen? The two of them sort of need to be close, after all.

They’re meant to have a pretty intimate relationship, that’s for sure.

That being said, he’s shocked whenever he gets a phone call from his team. He wasn’t expecting one as his schedule has been laid out for him, and he’s been going through the motions with it. A lightbulb flickers over his head when he realizes it could be an update from the casting department. Eager to pick up, he steps aside from his activities and answers it—on the edge of his seat for what’s about to be said. On one hand, it could be bad news. Polaris’ schedule is difficult to work around, and that might be unattractive to them. However, on the positive end, his name alone carries a lot of weight and will amass an audience. Not only that, but he thinks he’s proven his talent through his projects. Most of his works have garnered not only large viewership, but high praise from critics. Maybe it’s not exactly a humble opinion but Jake honestly believes that he’s doing a pretty damn good job; that he’s an asset.

So, when they inform him that he’s got the part, he’s both shocked and not. He’s a little worried about the fact that there hasn’t been a meeting between he and his onscreen counterpart, but he’s not going to question their decision. He’d be an idiot of he did. Happily, he accepts the part and is audibly thrilled to do so. People around him look curiously, and he bows toward them for the interruption; slightly embarrassed. When the conversation ends, he feels a new pep in his step—a sizable boost to his ego. Biting down on his lips, the first thing he thinks to do is try to call Duri while he has a little bit of time to spare, so without delay, he begins a FaceTime call—stoked to share the results.

#〈 &. SOLO. #〈 &. 570.

[fmdjake]

fmdduri​:

his head stayed tilted - much like a curious dog - as he looked down upon jake from where he was standing. he really hoped that the other didn’t manage to injure himself, considering it seemed like a pretty hard slam into the side of the rink. truth be told, he wanted to get down and give the other a big kiss - but, that was behavior that he should save for later, rather than the ice rink. he chuckled, his smile growing a bit more. “good! i just wanted to be sure!” he said, nodding his head. “it was a very hard slam into the side, i’m just glad it happened to make you go onto your back, rather than toppling over the side… that would have probably been worse,” he said, nodding his head more firmly now. there’s a giggle that leaves his lips, “i’d put the scrubs on and everything!” he teases. “but, something tells me that that my company wouldn’t allow me to do that…” he says, before another giggle seems to leave his lips, almost shaking it off with his head a bit. 

“you’re less of a prince,” he says, “you’re more like a king!” he said, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “it’s fairly easy though, don’t worry! think of a swan and how they move, try to replicate that!” he said, his smile growing a bit more. he watches as jake begins to life himself off the ground by the side panel he slammed into, moving back on his skates a little bit, just to create more room for the other to get up. “i’ll be like your guide! if we fall down, it’ll be okay!” he says, his smile growing a bit more. if they were going to actually go down, he has a feeling that jake would either left go or let duri fall on top of him. nonetheless, duri moves slowly on the skates, simply to guide and make sure jake was alright. 

he giggles, head shaking, “you didn’t ruin my mood or anything!” he said, nodding his head a bit. “you’re just silly,” he teased, chuckling softly once again. he nodded his head, “i plan on doing more than just that!” he says teasingly in a bit of a sing-song voice, before he’s laughing softly once more. “are you doing okay back there?”

it’s difficult for jake to not be overly affectionate with duri, but he knows that he needs to be on his best behavior—the general public slowly, but surely, beginning to enter the rink with them. this also means he can’t be a moron and zoom over the ice like he just did because what’d be worse than hurting himself is causing any harm to others. that alone would likely result in an absolute disaster: lawsuits, public exposure of his and duri’s relationship, scandalizing polaris’ brand image as a whole. the mere thought of it all seems overwhelming, but he does his best not to allow these wonderings to make him anxious. the last thing he needs is to be on edge when duri needs him to be a rock. so, he reminds himself that now’s the time only for verbal displays of affection—those specifically spoken in whispers, as if they’re having a secret coded language to accompany their rendezvous. he’s just glad that he’s able to hold onto his beloved for support; their closeness quelling his need to be physically attached to him at all times when they’re in the same space. yes, he’s that whipped.

shaking his head at the idea of his lover in scrubs, he licks over his lips and leans in a little closer to his ear. “scrubs are so not sexy, though...” jake teases, giving his arm a squeeze. “i was thinking a more risqué look, if ya know what i mean...” despite needing to be covert, it’s hard for him to cease his perverted jokes. “you in some tiny shorts or somethin’ will make your legs look real nice.” all he can hope is that he’s not making duri feel overly shy. his intentions with his teasing are always innocent, albeit somewhat inappropriate. “it’s cute you think i’m a king, though. i could get into that. what would that make you though?” he asks, curious as to what his answer is going to be. “whatever your title is, you’ll always be by my side. we can create a kingdom.”

in all honestly, that’s definitely his longterm dream; the bigger picture. posting up in a house that he and duri have built for themselves somewhere secluded where they can rule. they’ll have kids, and tons of animals, and a guesthouse or two for their families. it’s the first time he’s ever thought of a game-plan like that—one where he settles down and isn’t just an american fuckboy for the rest of his life. it actually seems nice to disconnect and remain focused on the future the two of them have discussed. it seems far less exhausting; like chicken soup for their souls after two incredibly tiring careers. looking over to duri, he grins; happy to finally have someone in his life that anchors him. “well, i’m glad you find my dumbassery silly, and obviously you know i’d be happy if you did more than just kiss all my booboos.” jake jokes, laughing at himself. “this is cool, though... i think i’m getting the hang of it. you kinda gotta put your weight forward, huh? it’s weird... but i’m feelin’ better.”

with that, he tries to let go of duri’s arm for the first time since he fell, and though he’s slow, he’s not doing a bad job of keeping up with him. “does my form look okay?”

#〈 &. PARK DURI. #〈 &. 560.

[fmdjake]

fmdduri​:

a soft laugh leaves duri’s lips, head shaking at the words. he knows jake is joking, but he still played along with it. “i’m not that advanced! i’d probably break my ankle trying to do all of that,” he says, another chuckle leaving his lips. though, probably worse was him injuring his bad leg, making things worse. but, it would be fine, because he wasn’t going to do anything too crazy, he’d just be skating around, as one does. he chuckles once more, almost blushing about the idea of being ‘graceful.’ “do you really think so?” he asked, before chuckling softly. duri was always told that he’s a pretty good dancer, just for being a main vocalist. obviously, he wasn’t the leader of titan, the leader was always on a different level when it came to dance. but, he’s able to hold his own, at least. he likes to think that he tends to improve in dancing, in some way because he’s still always working hard, even twelve years after debuting. though, he was often anxious about his dancing, mainly when his leg was really bothering him or the choreography was intense - which seems to be a more common theme for titan once again. 

learning when he was young was rather helpful, not to mention doing the things to help him learn to keep balance. perhaps having a fear of falling down upon the cold ice was helpful too, as he very much would rather not hit it in any sense. though, there was a lot of talking within his head, telling him what he should be doing when ice skating, and just moving around the rink. nonetheless, he gives a little twirl, the only actual move that he would be able to do on ice, and a chuckle leaving his lips afterwards. he’s not an ice skater by any means, just a rather casual one - he wasn’t jumping into the air or doing anything crazy. duri really just liked to glide around, he never wanted to be like the olympians on television, that was for sure. there’s a laugh that leaves his lips again, “you really think so? i’m not quite sure, i think she’s still got a lot on me,” he said, laughing softly once more. his smile grows more when jake grabs his waist and kisses him on the forehead - those small things always makes him feel so loved. “go ahead! show me!” he says. 

duri stays in the spot that he was in, eyes watching the other. though, noticing what he’s doing and the start that he’s getting, duri can’t help but to raise his eyebrow as he watched. clearly, duri has some concern as to how jake is going about what he’s about to do. then, jake slams into the side of the rink, which caused duri to gasp a bit at the suddenness and jake falling to the ground. he takes the skate from being dug in the ice, before making his way over, gracefully once more. “are you okay? no injuries?” he asked his boyfriend. he holds a gloved hand out, before holding onto the side of the rink to help him lift him up. “you can’t go at it from the hockey perspective!” he says. “you need to take on the mind of a swan!” he states, before chuckling. his arms wrapping around jake for a few moments and pulling himself closer to him, “be careful.”

between his laughter and the slight pain that he’s in, jake hopes that his impulsivity isn’t putting a damper on the day that the two of them are going to have. he knows he needs to be more mindful and responsible, especially since he doesn’t want to stress duri out on a day where he’s already feeling a little off, so he plans on being on his best behavior starting now. turning his head, he watches as his lover gracefully glides over to him on his blades; the control he has over his body something that jake studies in hopes that he can mirror it when he gets back up and tries again. offering a smile to his beloved, he shakes his head. “i’m good, i’m good...” he waves him off, lifting himself up slightly so he’s seated on the ice now. “i don’t think i’m hurt, but even if i was, guess that means i won’t be working for awhile, right? means you can stay at home with me and be my sexy nurse...” he teases, playfully biting down on his bottom lip for emphasis of his lack of seriousness; hoping duri doesn’t think he’s a dumb-ass.

"you know, i honestly don’t know if i can take on the mindset of a swan, but i’m willing to try! i’m more of a bull-in-a-china-shop than a swan prince, sadly...” jake laughs, reaching a hand up to grip onto the side panel he rammed into; carefully balancing his limbs enough to lift himself up. when he’s solidly on his own two feet again, he looks towards duri. “maybe it’s smarter if i do hold onto you for a little while. i’ll try not to put too much weight on you.” with that, one of his arms reaches out to hold onto the smaller of them; using him to keep steady as he tries to skate forward little-by-little, wanting to get the hang of what it’s like to figure skate so this yearly ritual of duri’s can continue without any mistakes, or injuries, in the future. he’d hate it if his carelessness began to shine a negative light on things.

slowly but surely, the two of them are making their first lap around the rink; his sights angled down to pay attention to how his feet are moving in tandem with duri’s, trying to copy him. “i hope my stupidity didn’t ruin your mood, baby, i’m sorry. if anything, i hope i made you laugh? even just a little?” he teases, nudging him. “maybe when we get home, you can kiss all my bruises to make ‘em better?”

#〈 &. PARK DURI.

[fmdjake]

It’s the morning after The Grammy’s and he’s exhausted, but when his phone rings, Jake knows he needs to answer it. He’s spent the last few days pestering his team into finding more TV and film work for him, so the least he can do is give them his attention when they call him—even if he’s only gotten three hours of sleep and his head is already pounding from a hangover that’s barely settling in. Groaning, he rolls over, swipes the lock-screen, then places the device on speaker. When he says “hello?”, he realizes how dehydrated he is, and in an effort to remedy the situation, he reaches for the bottle of water on his bedside table; carefully taking a swig as his manager talks. He’s not really listening to them, per se. In truth, he’s only keeping his ears perked for certain keywords, and when a few of them begin to enter the conversation, Jake becomes all the more attentive—hanging on each syllable they speak since they’re being spoken with a deliciously positive inflection.

“Really?” He responds, brows furrowing with curiosity. The more he learns, the more intrigued he becomes. A movie. One of the scripts they think fits the bill is for a movie, not a drama. His tongue escapes his mouth to dampen his lips, his head nodding in agreement with everything being conveyed to him. According to his senior, it’s a role that they genuinely think he would find fun and cheeky; one that’s very much in line with his image, his visual appeal, and his stance as a rising leading man in the industry. They mention a few other options, as well, but he’s too focused on the larger project. That’s what’s truly has him feeling hyped up. There’s a dramatic shift in his energy; the exhilaration enough to get him to sit up from his lying position.

“Can you email me the script of the film, and wait—you’re saying it’s based on a webtoon? What did you say it’s called again?” He asks, and when the name’s repeated to him, he finds it a little confusing. Moral Sense... Interesting. It’s then when his manager advises him to look into it to see if he likes the feel of it, yet refuses to tell him anything specific about the plot; wanting it to be a surprise, of sorts. “Alright, well, I’ll take your word for it. If I like it, though, I want the script. I wanna have another job booked asap, but only if it’s good. I wanna continue riding the high of ‘Attorney Woo’ while they prep for season two.” It’s not been officially announced yet, but he did sign on for a follow-up if it were to be put into production. He’s just waiting on the official green light from the company and creators.

After a few short minutes, the call ends, and even though he intended on getting some more shut-eye before needing to officially be awake, he’s too pumped up to fall back asleep. Instead, he searches for his laptop and searches for the webtoon in question. Hopefully it’s as cool as they’re making it seem. He’d love adding to his résumé, and what better role to add than one in a full-length feature film?

#〈 &. SOLO. #〈 &. 545.

[fmdjake]

fmdduri​:

there was something about wearing jake’s clothes on the colder days. sure, it didn’t fit him like how he’d usually wear clothes - slightly tighter, just so his curves showed off a bit more. though, duri was always comfort in both kinds of styles, even if sometimes the clothes that were slightly baggy on him always made him look tinier than he already looked. normally, if he was going for a baggy look, it was all about the lines. but, that didn’t matter right now, considering they were just going to an ice rink, and it was cold out. he wanted to be overly comfortable and warm, that seemed to be the best option for today, he thinks. nonetheless, duri finished up in the shower, making sure all the bubbles ran right down the drain, and didn’t stay upon the tiles of the shower floor. once he’s sure, he turns the water off, before he’s stepping out, and wrapping the large towel around himself. he dries himself off, but keeps himself in the warmth of the towel around his shoulders for a moment, simply to keep the warmth. he wraps the towel around his waist, before moving to the vanity. 

duri did his best to hurry up, not take his time in any sense - just so they can leave and actually get there. so, he does his skincare routine as he usually does, just a bit quicker with all his favorite products. he doesn’t worry about fixing his hair all that much, truth be told. considering the fact he was just going to slap a cap over his head anyways. so, he moves to place the underwear and socks on, placing the towel into the laundry basket, before moving to the bedroom. there, he’d get himself dressed in the clothes that jake laid out for him. soon enough, he’d be down the stairs, placing easy shoes on, and making sure to wear one of his longer, warmer jackets for the ice skating. duri was always slightly a bit more ease when jake was driving, maybe it was also because of the fact that they simply sang along to the songs they both enjoy a lot. 

— 

a soft laugh leaves his lips towards the words, head nodding. “it’s okay, it’s probably natural to fall down. especially if you haven’t done it in a while!” he states. duri was kind of used to ice skating, since it was something that he did in the winter when he got the chance. though, it was almost more of a yearly thing and duri was good at balancing in a sense, especially since he’s very active in doing yoga. “i hope you know that i can’t do jumps or anything!” he says, chuckling softly. even though he couldn’t do really cool tricks, ice skating was still his favorite winter sport. he just wasn’t good at snowboarding or skiing, two things that he couldn’t really seem to get the hang of. so, contrary to popular belief, there were things that park duri wasn’t able to do and that involved most sports. though, there was some sports that he had under his belt, but he was never a sports kid, so it wasn’t something that he would really do. 

nonetheless, at the request, duri moves. “will you be alright without my support?” he asked, just to be sure. but, nonetheless, he skates out more into the ice rink, in some sort of graceful way. he moves around a bit, just to build a little momentum for the spin, and he’d take the spin on his good leg - there was no way he was going to do it on the other leg because he’d just ultimately end up hurting himself. “how was that?” duri asked with a happy giggle. “do you think i have what it takes to be the next yuna kim?” 

“What do you mean?” Jake quips, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Here I was expecting you to do double axels, triple axels, flip-fops, and lutzes.” His tone is laden with jest and fun, and he hopes that Duri is able to pick up on that. “Really, though—anything you do out there is gonna impress me. I know neither of us are dancers, but you’re far more graceful than I am.” It’s true in that his impulses often rule him, so having self-restraint and being more controlled in that sense is near impossible for him. He’s had to learn practice that due to his career, but even now that it’s been a long time since he débuted, it’s a difficult concept for him to put into practice. Not only is he impulsive, but extremely headstrong and stubborn; all of which making a rather complex (read: hardheaded and often obnoxious) individual.

However, when his boyfriend takes to the ice and glides around seamlessly, Jake grins; keeping an eye on him from a distance for the time being. Duri makes it look easy, but he knows that it isn’t—especially since the skates that he rented aren’t equipped for hockey like the ones he’s used to. He knows that figure skates require people to place their weight in a certain way on their feet in order to attain balance, and well, he has no idea what the method is. The lack of knowledge doesn’t help him, but he’s still confident in his approach. However, it’s then when he watches the other perform a turn, and believing it’s the most magical thing in the world, he beams; raising his hands up to clap as Duri returns to him. “Yuna Kim? Hell, you’re even better than she is! She should wanna learn how to be the next Park Duri.” One of his hands reaches out to grab onto his lover’s waist, bringing him closer to peck his forehead. “Now, watch and see what I can do. Get ready to be shook to the core!”

Headlessly, Jake dashes towards the ice; blades etching lines upon it as he zooms across with way too much speed from his running start. Only milliseconds later, he slams against one side of the rink, then topples to the ground; rolling onto his back. “Ow...” He recoils, erupting into a fit of laughter as he curls into a ball; hands on his belly as his laughs boom through the interior. He knew that he’d probably fall, but not this bad. Leave it up to him to fuck up dramatically, though. Like his stepdad’s always said, he goes from zero-to-a-hundred in the blink of an eye, and this is another perfect example of just that. Still chuckling, he finds his way onto his stomach, then pushes himself up so he’s supporting himself on his hands and knees. “Wanna lend me a hand?” He hollers, eyes wandering over towards Duri.

#〈 &. PARK DURI. #〈 &. 490.

[fmdjake]

fmdduri​:

it’s a side that duri usually keeps to himself or perhaps it was something that was always there, but no one really noticed. then again, he always hide when he was feeling a bit down because he always thought that was easier. he kind of was just his self, since his usual self is his self, and he could find happiness in the times that he’s feeling a bit gloomy. however, does know he’s a lot more open about things at home and doesn’t hide it at home. it’s his safe space, and he believes that jake would very much understand or at least catch on to something being a bit off with duri. he knew that he didn’t have to hide things from jake, but he did also worry about being a burden or any way - a weird feeling that duri really doesn’t have a right to feel since he wouldn’t actually be doing that. but, he just shakes everything off and kind of moves on. he’s gonna have a good day and he’s going to feel really happy today! that’s that!

he chuckled, head nodding excitingly at the words. “we are!” he says. duri moves to begin to wash himself, making sure to place the body wash on his loofah. he wasn’t going to be washing his hair, since it was already washed, thanks to the routine that duri has for his hair. of course, always choosing his own body wash - unless jake was away, then he’d choose his - something of lavender, a favorite scent upon his own skin. he made sure it lattered up and the suds were nice upon the loofah, before he would latter it over himself. he nodded his head, his usual smile pressed against his lips. “let’s order in from the place in gangnam! i love being in the kitchen the most, but it feels special ordering in on my birthday!” he said, a soft giggle leaving his lips afterwards. “i’ll go back into the kitchen for tomorrow’s meals,” he teased a bit. “my favorite dessert,” he teases, before he’s laughing just a bit. 

head shaking a bit as he continues to laugh softly, his smile from ear to ear. it was something to take advantage of, since the schedules are something that can get filled up pretty quickly and intense. being away from jake was his least favorite part, always counting down the days that they can be in the same place again. somedays, he wished that he could be living a normal life, just so they can be together everyday. but, this was a dream and something that duri loves doing, plus he knows there’s still a few years until it’s even entirely possible to actually retire from the industry or at least until times could potentially change and he wouldn’t have to hide or potentially retire. but, he’s also ready for that life, another dream of his. he gives jake a quick kiss back, before he would step into the water himself as jake left. he’d let the water and soap run off himself into the drain. “just lay out your clothes for me!” he says, giggling happily. he makes sure all the water and soap is off him, as well as making sure all his washing was done. he moves forward to turn the water off, before stepping out.

he moved to place a towel over himself to dry himself off. before he’d move to do his morning skincare routine.  

Jake thinks it’s sweet that Duri likes to wear his clothes, so when he’s asked to layout a second outfit from his own collection, he grins; wondering what he has that’d look good on him. They’re different sizes, but similarly proportioned enough for it to work. That, and it isn’t as if they’re going anywhere swanky, so an oversized look for ice-skating—especially in the colder weather the day is providing—is definitely appropriate. The only selfish downside is that the slightly larger size of clothing that Duri will have to wear will conceal his body’s curvature, but that obviously isn’t a dealbreaker. Jake just likes being able to study the outline of his lover’s flesh, but there’ll be more time for that later. For now, he gets to work—throwing together ensembles that would look good on both of them even if they’re solely from his side of the closet. When he’s pleased with the result, he turns his attention to the mirror in the bedroom; connecting his hairdryer so he can tame his wild mane, then styling it quickly before deciding that he won’t bother doing much to his face. He’ll be covering it with a mask anyway, so it makes more sense for him to do a deeper cleanse later.

It doesn’t take him long to get ready, but he knows that Duri will probably take more time than him, so he sits on the foot of his bed and checks his emails as he waits; carding through the schedule updates, the back-and-forth with his manager about upcoming auditions, and so forth. He doesn’t want to be bogged down by work right now, but clearing his inbox will take that edge of stress away for the remainder of the day. His priority is ensuring that he and his man have a fantastic time together, and that Duri is as fulfilled as he’d like to be since its his birthday. Though, when it is time for the time go, they stow away in the car and make the trip to the rink—listening to their favorite songs and singing along all the way; making such sweet memories.

—

After they arrive and are equipped with their skates, both of them wander out towards the ice; Jake’s hand glued to the small of Duri’s back to keep him balanced, even though he knows that he doesn’t need the assistance. He just wants to be connected to him somehow. “You’re gonna have to forgive if I fall on my ass... I have a feeling you’re gonna skate circles around me,” Jake admits; shaking his head. “I wanna see what you got, though. You should skate out there and do a turn for me.”

#〈 &. PARK DURI. #〈 &. 450.

[fmdjake]

Receiving a nomination for Best Actor in a Lead Role at the Base Awards was a decent boost to his ego, and while he wasn’t sure if he would actually take home the win, he’s a little miffed that he lost, especially to someone that casting executes would call a similar “type” to him. In the film industry, Jake and Juyeon are often considered for the same parts. Both of them are classically handsome, they’re around the same height, they’re high profile idols who draw a large audience, and their charms make them strong contenders for a drama’s leading man; particularly romances. So, in many ways, it can’t be helped that he clearly resents the victor, but despite this, he tries not to let the utter disappointment show on his face. There are cameras everywhere, and it’d be a bad look if his fans picked up on any annoyance. In truth, it’s not even that he thinks Juyeon is undeserving of the award—if anything, it’s more that he believes that not winning means he could’ve performed better; that if he worked harder, he’d’ve had the chance to walk away with the gold. In that instant, he wonders if he should head home and watch “Twenty-Five Twenty-One” to see what exactly made Juyeon’s performance the superior one, but at the same time, his heightened sense of pride is convincing him that that would be a bad idea.

For one thing, he wouldn’t want to pick up on any of Juyeon’s habits. Being accused of copying him would be a career killer, and he doesn’t want to be that dude. Not only that, but what if, in his opinion, Juyeon sucks and he has to live with the knowledge that he lost to someone that— again, in his opinion—isn’t as good as he is? Shaking his head free of that plan, he raises his hands from his lap to clap along with everyone else; wanting to be seen as a good sport even if his thoughts painted him out to be everything but. For the first time in a long time, he’s feeling a competitive edge rearing its ugly head within him; one that he thought died once Polaris took off and started to truly succeed. A part of him is questioning if this sensation is merely because he’s gotten so used to winning that, now, the rare losses are quite shocking and more bothersome. That, or maybe it’s because his group is doing better than he is as an individual. Nowadays, Polaris is a household name... but is Jake Lim?

Feeling more powered up than ever, he plans on contacting his management first thing in the morning to discuss his future as an actor. He knows that’s the only way he’s going to pull himself out of the confines of his group, and above all, he’s the only person who can vouch for himself. He’s not one to buy into New Years’ resolutions, but from this point onward, he’s adamant on launching himself into stardom as a solo act. The newly-lit flame within him is burning brightly, and while it may only be fleeting, he’s going to use all of this new energy to get himself a new role; hopefully one that’ll only continue to put his names in people’s mouths for all the right reasons.

#〈 &. SOLO. #〈 &. 555. #FAMEDBASEAWARDS #/ no one read this omg it's so bad i'm so rusty 🤣

[fmdjake]

fmdhyoseol​:

when hyoseol had joined dimensions entertainment all those years ago, it was for the love of dance. the money that eventually came trickling in was an appreciated added bonus. it allowed him to live a comfortable life and take care of those he cared about. his parents had a nicer place to live, and would be able to retire early. his two sisters had their university paid for because he wasn’t about to let them go into debt. his family was taken care of. and he frequently donated to the dance studio he trained in back in canada, wanting to make sure the facility ran with ease and their instructors got paid well. lastly, he quietly donated to various causes that he held dear to his heart. if he was going to have all this money, hyoseol wanted to do something good with it, and gift giving was one of his love languages. it  all worked out nicely.

over the years, there had been some funky pieces that hyoseol had the opportunity to purchase or be gifted  to wear, and over time, his style had evolved to include more color or pattern choices. the shoes were safe, in his opinion. colorful and loud but not crazy by any means. “yeah? i think i might get them…” he mentioned, trailing off as he continued contemplating, looking at the shoe from all angles in the mirror embedded into the wall. they’d look nice with his usual choice of dark pants, he’d get wear out of them.

as jake detailed the things he was interested in purchasing, hyoseol nodded along. “why don’t you just go back to the shop you got duri hyung’s watch in? get a matching one or something. that’s a couple-y thing to do, right?” he jokingly suggested. the tone was teasing but also he figured the older would probably enjoy something like that for sure. at that point, he was settled on purchasing the shoes, putting the pair back in the back nicely. when the other male made the sock comment, hyoseol gave him a brief unimpressed look before slipping his own shoes back on. “have you ever seen me wear funky socks?”

turning his attention elsewhere for a millisecond, jake pulls his phone out of his pocket and checks his lock-screen; noticing a few text messages from duri that have gone unanswered. he’s not wanting to be rude and spend this trip on facetime, but it’s hard to resist the urge. it isn’t as if he doesn’t like hyoseol or minhee, or that he doesn’t want to spend time with them, but he sees enough of them as it is during work obligations. seeing them outside of such schedules has him feeling a little exhausted, but he knows that outings like this help with the morale of the group—especially when their youngest member isn’t involved. ash isn’t exactly known for being a beaming ray of light that accentuates the good vibes. if anything, he has the opposite effect. counting his blessings, jake takes a moment to be thankful that it’s just the three of them. breaking free from his thoughts, he types out a few quick replies to his boyfriend; not wanting to be a dry texter, but also not wanting to spend longer than two minutes on the catching up process. they’ll have more time to talk once he returns to his suite for the night. that is, of course, if duri’s still awake.

once he’s done, his device goes back to its confines, and his attention is set back on his junior—their conversation about clothes, shopping, and style engaging enough to keep him engaged. though, he shrugs whenever hyoseol mentions going back and picking up the watch he was talking about. “i don’t know. for one thing, i don’t want to be obvious about our relationship. i’ve come to learn that people online are absolutely terrifying, and like, their sleuth-like behavior gives me chills.” he admits, shivering at the thought. “though, i guess if duri and i did get outed like that, it’d give us all the more reason to get the fuck outta here and live normal lives. i’ve already been looking at homes for sale in bumfuck-nowhere-america.” he half-jokes; the real estate app on his phone being one he’s been frequenting a little too much lately.

though, when the funky socks comment is made, he looks at hyoseol; near about rolling his eyes. “dude, i don’t know what the fuck you’re gonna wear next. the stylists give you weird shit to cover up all your tats, and your fashion’s always been ‘experimental’ to say the least,” he teases; using his fingers to make quotation marks as he speaks. “i’m just glad they don’t put me in that shit... no offense. you can pull it off, but me? i’d look like shit.” it’s then when a yawn roars out of his mouth. “is there a place to get coffee around here? i think i need a boost... after that, maybe you can come gift shopping for duri with me? gotta get him somethin’ special.”

with that, a thought crosses his mind. “what about you, though? do you have anyone to get gifts for? family doesn’t count.” the jabbing continues, and this time, he uses a fist to nudge his group-mate; letting him know it’s a rather lighthearted query.

#〈 &. KIM HYOSEOL. #〈 &. 530.

[fmdjake]

fmdduri​:

duri didn’t want to sit with his own thoughts for too long. simply because he knows that if he sat with his thoughts for too long, he’d most likely end up getting a bit sad. considering the fact that he did feel sad today. so, he was really avoiding being by himself today, if he could help it. he just hopes that jake will be okay with the fact that duri is a bit more clingy than usual… or potentially a lot more. but, he was going to do his best not to be too clingy because he didn’t want to be annoying or anything like that. though, he thinks jake would understand if he told him entirely about why he was feeling this way. but, at least, when jake had told him about himself and his mom, the things that they do, he felt happier, more at peace in a sense. plus, it made him think of the memories he can remember, as well as all the memories that his uncle and aunt were really sure to make for duri. even though duri had feelings of sadness, a gloominess that lingered in the back of his mind - he really was really, really happy and the sunshine that he always showcases, but there were those feelings of sadness that he simply just hid. nonetheless, he seemed to shake that off.

his priority was to go ice skating, complete the tradition that he does every year. so, that had meant that he needed to get the shower and shower. he was rather excited to go ice skating, mainly because he wasn’t doing it alone and got to go with his boyfriend; luckily the two having the day off. duri doesn’t go iceskating as often, sometimes he does in the winter when he has the time - something that he tends to enjoy. even when he isn’t at it regularly, he still does pretty well and never falls. he just happens to really know what he’s doing on the ice skate, it’s like roller-skating, just with blades instead of wheels. he made his way to the shower and had stepped in. he was ready to feel the warmth again, especially since he was no longer in the bed, and duri was always his coldest in the morning. 

he nodded his head, a bigger smile upon his lips. “it’s the perfect temperature! it’s just hot enough,” he says. it was like a few goosebumps had gone up his spine when he felt the water hit his spine, combating the cold that was over his body currently. he’s sure to soak underneath the water as long as possible, not even noticing currently that there’s still shampoo in jake’s hair. nonetheless, his eyes watched the other, that soft smile upon his lips. usually, jake would wash him, and duri would usually scrub him - just something sweet that two would do while in the shower together. he’d rather that, but he knows they’re on a time crunch, so he’ll forego it for now. “ah, i’ll do it myself. since we’ll on a time crunch, i gotta make it quick!” he said, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. nonetheless, he moves to grab what he needs, before lathing up his body, before he’d wash it off. 

this is one of the first times that jake has seen duri in a state that isn’t typical of him. it’s not as though it’s a bad thing, but he can’t help but worry about him a little. that feeling is foreign. he’s not someone that usually cares enough to stress about another person’s mental state, but this time, it’s different. the love that he has for the man parallel to him as grown so much in such a small window of time, and if he’s being truthful, it gives him whiplash. however, this time, he’s not running away from it, or purposely putting an end to their dynamic out of fear of not being present enough. instead, he leans into it, even if its uncomfortable. it’s a challenge for him, and throughout his life, jake’s never backed down from any obstacle. so, even if he may not be the most sensitive person, or even the most gentle at times, he still wants to prove to himself that he can be a good lover; that he can give duri the type of romance he deserves. so, all he does is nod his head when the other speaks, and carefully, he brings him closer again for one last kiss before adding conditioner to his hair; letting it sit as he begins to scrub his body down with his personal loofah.

“we’re gonna have a good day today!” he states; his voice echoing slightly since they’re in the shower. looking down, he watches as the bubbles and suds coat his frame, and of course, he takes a nice long gaze at his lover; appreciating the figure before him. “we’ll go skating, and then eat a nice meal, and then have our bath... sounds pretty fuckin’ sweet to me.” when he’s finished, he begins to rinse off again—ensuring that his physique is free of soap and his hair is ridden of conditioner. “is there anything you wanna do for dinner? maybe we can order in so you don’t have to cook? there’s that kinda bougie place in gangnam that’s super good. unless you wanna spend time in the kitchen. i know it’s one of your happy places.” jake teases him, leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek now. “you can have me for dessert.”

it’s a lame comment perhaps, but he doesn’t care much. indulging in sexual activity is something they need to take advantage of when they’re together. polaris’ schedule is so chaotic that it often has him anywhere but in duri’s life, and that eats away at his soul. sometimes, he wonders if just giving his career up and living simply is worth the downfall it’d create in the fandom, and in the company, and more and more, he’s beginning to think that it is worth the chaos. it’s dramatic but true. if he could have more days like this, he’d happily pay to terminate his contract. it gets exceedingly tempting every day. though, in order to disrupt his impulsive thinking, he leans in and steals a kiss from duri’s lips, then leaves the shower; fetching his towel to dry off.

“are there any specific clothes you want me to set out for you?”

#〈 &. PARK DURI. #〈 &. 535.

[fmdjake]

𝖏𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖒— base awards ‘23  // outfit by 𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓.

            there’s nothing jake loves more than looking good, and well, it’s no secret to him that he excels in outfits that are simply 𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖈. while others may feel the need to show some skin, he knows that a simple, well-tailored suit will bring out his best qualities: symmetrical features and overall balanced proportions. though, because it’s a red carpet event, there needs to be some added flare to provide an extra layer of wow, so the 𝖐𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖑𝖞 chrome boots were selected for that purpose. they also tie-in to the glistening silver accent buttons that are carefully placed all throughout the ensemble, which is head-to-toe balmain. fashioned with a waved, yet masculine, hairstyle and light makeup to perfect the rare imperfection on his complexion, he’s ready to break the internet. he knows it’ll be over when people notice his 𝖐𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘.

#FAMEDBASEAWARDS #〈 &. EDIT.

[fmdjake]

*   ╱   𝖊𝖝𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖞.

as submitted by jake lim / all shared opinions are her own.

idol you would like to work with: jung hyojung. idol you would like to treat to a meal: yoo haru. idol you would like to befriend: tak hyunbin / ben. idol or group you are most looking forward to in 2023: pass. most charming idol: song hayi. favorite dancer: kim minhee. favorite singer: park duri. favorite rapper: pass. favorite idol song to sing at noraebang: pass. most beautiful idol: park duri and jung hyojung.  funniest idol: kim hyoseol.

#famedbaseawards #/ jake passing some q's... 🤣 so like him.

[fmdjake]

fmdduri​:

a giggle left duri’s lips, head almost shaking a bit. that was truly classic jake, but that’s just something that he very much loves about jake. duri’s definitely the chef between the two of them, then again it seemed like he was the chef around most people. but, it’s always something that he enjoys, something that he tries to actually do when he has the time. though, it was often hard because of schedules, but he always did his best to have food that wasn’t just from out. he nodded his head at the words, “watching videos is a really great way to learn!” he said, his smile growing a bit. though, duri had always took the more hands-on approach when it came to learning, as well as reading - those had always been duri’s preferred methods, himself. there’s a chuckle that leaves his lips, nodding his head. “i’ll have to think on the easy things and then test your skills, see if you learned anything from the video!” he said, a soft giggle leaving his lips. he obviously goes into thinking for a moment, trying to figure out what would be an easy recipe to learn and cook. there’s a lot, surprisingly, but he’s trying to decide which would be the easiest for jake. “ah, how about… tteokgalbi or carbonara?” he suggested. “i just don’t want you to do anything complicated!” he said, before he’s chuckling once again. that would probably be best for both their sakes. he smiles and blushes at the kiss, as well as the words. “i love you too and i’m glad you were born too.” 

a soft smile is placed upon his lips as he listens to the other, nodding his head along. duri liked this, always getting to hear more about jake and how he grew up, he liked these stories, truth be told. he chuckled softly, “ah, i can see you as hockey player! you like the rough and rugged stuff!” he says, chuckling once more. “i once almost did soccer! but, i already had all my music classes going on, so i never ended joining because it would just be too much,” he says. not to mention all the other hobbies that duri has had, but he was always someone that just like doing things. but, he knew his limits of when he was doing way too many things, which was why sports was never something that was added onto his roster. but, he was active in other ways, so he didn’t need to do soccer. he smiles sweetly once more, “ah, that’s so sweet! it’s really cool you both found something you enjoyed together,” he says. “i would do things with both my uncle and aunt, they were always really fun! i’d always do creative stuff with my aunt and my uncle would take me to soccer and baseball games… i never knew what was going on. now that i take him, i still don’t know what’s going on,” he said, laughing softly. 

he chuckles, shaking his head. “i can’t wait to meet your mom! i really look forward to meeting her,” he says, his smile growing, leaning in closer to jake. “ah, do you really think so?” he said, chuckling once more. he frowns a bit, once he’s removed from jake’s lap. but, he understands, it was time for duri’s birthday tradition and they had to get there before it got crazy - just so they can spend the time together. for now, duri stays underneath the covers, wrapped a bit. he nodded his head, “i don’t mind at all! please join me the post-skate bath later,” he said, his smile growing some more. he smiled into the kiss, watching the other has he walked away, baring all. duri stayed within the warm bed before awaiting for the time to go into the bathroom. he’d make the bed after showering, that seemed the most logical to duri. once jake called out to duri, he got up from the bed, before making his way into the bathroom. he steps into the shower, behind the other. he places a soft kiss to his bare shoulder, stepping more into the warm water, feeling warm once more. 

“i’m here!” 

as he waits for duri to join him, jake’s mind is overflowing with thoughts related to the topics he and duri were talking about. he’s thinking about the few times his mom tried to force him into the kitchen to cook with her, but each and every time, he would get sent away because he was too enthusiastic, and would make a gigantic mess of the kitchen. since childhood, jake’s been an impulsive individual; careless even. he doesn’t think before he acts or talks, and that often results in chaotic circumstances. he’s hurt many feelings without intending to, and he’s broken lots of household items in a similar fashion, and even though he’s in his late-twenties now, it’s not much different. that, in and of itself, makes him wonder how he’d do making dinner all on his own. would he succeed, but leave his work station a disaster like always? would he fail and end up ordering out to remedy the situation? he honestly has no idea what to expect, but of the two dishes that duri mentioned to him, he feels like carbonara would be the simplest. maybe. it’s also just... damn delicious.

even though he just got done eating breakfast in bed, his stomach growls at the thought of the rich pasta dish, and in order to distract himself, he reaches forward and pumps a generous amount of shampoo into the palms of his hands, then begins to lather it through his hair—the suds immediately making the steam around him smell delectably fragrant. shifting thoughts, he hones in on the last time he went ice skating, and tries to remember what he did in order to not fall on his ass. there’s rules and techniques in order to remain upright, and to be more in control of movements, but all of that information has been discarded from his memory. hopefully he doesn’t make an absolute fool of himself in front of duri, but even if he did, it’d be great for laughs. maybe he’ll leave with a “bruised peach,” but it’ll be worth it if duri smiles.

it’s then when his boyfriend enters the downpour alongside him, and he steps aside to allow him more space beneath the water—watching as his body begins to glisten. “mmm, hey...” he coos, immediately placing a hand on the small of his lover’s back to pull him closer; placing yet another kiss onto his temple. “the water feel good? does it need to be warmer, or cooler?” he queries, realizing that he still has shampoo in his locks. once duri’s soaked enough, he begins to rinse everything out, and when he’s done, he looks over to him again—offering a smile. “do you want me to wash you and scrub you down, like usual, or do you wanna make it quick and do it yourself?” it’s become a ritual for them to bathe each other, so to speak, but he realizes that they’re on a time crunch to get to the rink.

#〈 &. PARK DURI. #〈 &. 500.