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woojink This kid... How can he post about me not giving him attention when he watches videos with his headphones on when he’s with me? Hyung is hurt, Jisung-ah.

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rkxhyunjin‌:

“-since coming back”. 

Hyunjin hadn’t even realised Woojin had needed to come back, a part of him quietly assuming that Woojin had simply disappeared into the quiet anonymity of Seoul. There had been murmurings here and there that one of the upperclassmen hadn’t gone onto university right away, their school was small and word like that travelled fast in a campus that supposedly hosted most of South Korea’s brightest and most gifted. Somewhere deep in his brain Hyunjin must have put two and two together, but even after all of this time had passed Woojin’s presence still sends his mind reeling - it’s almost shameful that he cares so much about someone who seemingly abandoned him at the drop of a hat.

Brain littered with unruly emotion, Hyunjin’s features reflect mixed waves of hurt confusion and betrayal as he repeats Woojin’s words, eyes almost as watery as his voice, “Since the first day-” His throat constricts and it’s hard for Hyunjin to swallow down this truth as he repeats himself, hands white-knuckled and grasping each other almost painfully, “You’ve known since the first day? And you never-” Biting off his sentence, Hyunjin gulps down air, having trouble maintaining his composure as his brain sprints in the direction of a plausible explanation for all of this.

It finds one seated at the forefront of his brain, hovering above the memories labelled in messy handwriting ‘Kim Woojin’. Memories he’s tried to overcome since Woojin abruptly disappeared from his life. “Is this- Am I a joke to you Woojin? Playing hide and seek with the charity case you picked up in your final year?” 

“Or,” Hyunjin’s voice breaks, overwhelmed, “Do you really just hate me that much?” Left without any will to continue meeting Woojin’s eyes, Hyunjin’s gaze falls, only now realising that his hands are shaking. Biting his lip, he can’t help the bitter smile that curves at his lips, he should have just saved his breath; should have never talked to Woojin in the first place. Maybe that way Woojin wouldn’t have seen that after all of these years, Hwang Hyunjin is still a pitiful mess.

Woojin watches helplessly as emotions flicker across Hyunjin’s face. He couldn’t (and doesn’t) expect any of them to be good ones, and that’s only proven true with the sight in front of him. His mouth goes dry, feeling like he’d swallowed ash as guilt pummels him. Of course he’d be upset. Woojin knows that. Nothing ever could have prepared him for this moment.

Nothing ever could have prepared him to see a boy who he once was infatuated with direct so much intense emotions of sorrow at him.

Truthfully, Woojin deserves it. He’d left Hyunjin alone to think about all the possibilities this entire time, of course he’s going to think the worst.

“No-- Hyunjin-- I wasn’t playing with you, I cared about you. I still care about you.” Woojin shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut, frustrated with himself. There’s nothing he can say to make this okay--and it’s not okay. Woojin understands that, he truly does. The degree of his mistakes is far too intense for him to even begin to ask for forgiveness. He doesn’t deserve it. His feelings and selfishness got in the way of considering Hyunjin, and Hyunjin’s feelings.

He remembers how he’d felt about Hyunjin, and how confusing everything was. So much could have been different if Woojin wasn’t afraid of talking about the things going on in his head. 

“No! I don’t hate you!” His fists clench, brow furrowed. Maybe this location is bad--if not worse than the last one. Woojin doesn’t often raise his voice, and even by his standards this isn’t that loud coming from him, but he still doesn’t want Hyunjin to think he hates him. He opens his eyes to look at Hyunjin, memories of their first meeting coming back to mind. Hyunjin needs to know that Woojin doesn’t hate him.

“Nothing I say will make you satisfied, Hyunjin,” he murmurs, the muscles in his hands relaxing as his hands rest by his side. He sighs, eyes sad and watching Hyunjin. “I was selfish. I didn’t talk to you about how I felt. Instead I just... left.”

“I’m sorry.”

two; stuck

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rkjeongin‌:

there’s been a hole in his stomach ever since they wrapped up filming and prepared to get home. he wants to be happy for his friends who made it through, for his cousins, he really does. it kills him that he’s only able to give them forced smiles and reluctant hugs. they deserve so much better but jeongin is crushed. he feels like for the first time he really wanted to do well. more than he ever did at sopa. he was surrounded with so many people he loves, and despite his nervousness there was a sense of belonging. that he found something he truly liked.

but like always, he’s not good enough. he’s not old enough, not handsome enough, not talented enough. there’s nothing right about him. he might be cute to most people but it sure didn’t move the judges at all. he thought he chose a good song that showcased his voice, and he expressed emotion… he really tried his best, he practiced hard. his mother always says he should work harder if performing is really his dream, that it’s not a game and that if it’s only a hobby, he should study a lot harder to go to university later. and the one time he listened… he failed.

he drags himself behind woojin and jisung on the way home, wallowing in his own sadness and disappointment and barely saying a word when he would usually be bothering them the whole time. he does tries to look cheerful when they part ways, but as soon as he’s left alone with woojin, it’s as if jeongin can’t fake it anymore. the tears start rolling down, and by the time the older notices and wraps an arm around him, the boy is sobbing. “they hated me, hyung… i should just not be a singer… i’m not cool like you guys… and i’m not even talented…” clearly, he’s not thinking straight at the moment, emotions and thoughts being mixed up and intensified by the immense pressure he’s put on his shoulder for the past weeks. “i’m sorry… i shouldn’t cry… you’re not crying…”

They have a lot in common, Woojin and Jeongin. The MGAs had shown him what he loved, and made him realize just how far he was willing to go in order to be happy doing music (far enough to pursue music as a career instead of engineering, apparently). The only difference was that Woojin felt he did well. He had little to no qualms with being eliminated. He wishes he could have gotten further, but when he really thinks about it... He can’t even compare to Hyunjin yet. The performance he made was... enough to keep him sated, however.

It kept him stable enough to take care of his friends who felt worse than he does about the results.

Woojin listens to his dongsaeng vent for a moment, the ache in his chest tugging fiercely at his heart. The last thing he wants to hear is Jeongin, or any of his friends, putting themselves down. Each and every one of them has their own special talents, at varying ages and skill levels. Really, Woojin thinks every single one of them is unique. There’s Seungmin’s voice for singing (which Woojin... adores), Jisung’s creativity and the rap he doesn’t feel so confident about, the way Changbin dominates the stage with his rap like there isn’t anyone better than him. The list goes on, but Woojin would be here all day if he were to think about them. This is about Jeongin.

“Jeongin-ah. Come on, chin up, okay?” He says gently, tucking his fingers under Jeongin’s chin to lift his head slightly, arm still around his shoulder and pulling him close. “Just because you got eliminated doesn’t mean they hate you. How could anyone hate Yang Jeongin? As much as you try and tease me, your hyung, I don’t hate you. You’re talented, but you’re still young. Think of all the time you have to improve, and show them your worth, Jeongin-ah.” A gentle squeeze to his shoulder, before the hand moves back to Jeongin’s face to curl his pointer finger beneath one eye, catching the younger’s tears.

“You’re the coolest to me, you know that? I’m not just saying that either. I’m proud of you for trying, and I want to see you keep on going.” Woojin offers a smile. “It’s okay to cry! Hyung just doesn’t cry~ Seriously, Jeongin, I hope you don’t quit. Grieve, but next time you’ll be able to show them what you can do.”

“You just have to work for it, and I’ll be right there with you, yeah?”

#yji : 01 #rkjeongin #c3

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「 메시지알림 ✉ 　( 황현진➛ 김우진 ) 」：hey 「 메시지알림 ✉ 　( 황현진➛ 김우진 ) 」：i liked your performance 「 메시지알림 ✉ 　( 황현진➛ 김우진 ) 」：i liked hearing you sing again 「 메시지알림 ✉ 　( 황현진➛ 김우진 ) 」：maybe it didn’t work out this time 「 메시지알림 ✉ 　( 황현진➛ 김우진 ) 」：but you can do this

[ ✉️ from 김우진 to 황현진 ] Oh… [ ✉️ from 김우진 to 황현진 ] Hyunjin-ah… [ ✉️ from 김우진 to 황현진 ] Thank you. That means a lot. [ ✉️ from 김우진 to 황현진 ] I’ll try harder next time for sure. [ ✉️ from 김우진 to 황현진 ] I thought about you a lot during my short stay, you know.

#rkxhyunjin #texts #hhj texts : 01 #submission

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rkchris‌:

chan has been taking things a little better than expected now that a few days had passed. he is still disappointed, and he is still vowing not to watch the show or give it any sort of support which probably could have been seen as a tad bit harsh, but he needs to do this to move on. he realizes that he isn’t one who moves on from these throes of rejection very easily, and this is the only way he can really try not to think about it anymore.

he’s been outlining his ideas a bit more, wanting to flesh them out about the whole group project that he had thought of in his fit of anger that one night. somehow, it’s the one thing that’s helped push him through all of this.

all of his attention is focused on the ipad in front of him that he doesn’t hear the other’s voice for a moment. it takes him a second to realize there’s someone else in the room now as he sees the male’s presence making his way towards where he’s sitting. “ thank you. it’s fine. we’ll all be fine, ” he notes. he doesn’t mean for it to sound cold. he just doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. “ did jisung already mention the ideas that i’d been thinking about? ” he hands over the ipad, the jotted notes that he had down of each of the members of his proposed group. he hasn’t asked all of them, and honestly, some of them he doesn’t even know well, but the majority of them he knows have all failed the audition, and it honestly wouldn’t hurt them to all have something to keep their minds focused on in the meantime. “ take a look. ”

Woojin hums in agreement, willing to let the topic drop when Chan makes it clear he’s not interested in talking about the MGAs, or how he’s been feeling since their elimination. Which is fine, Woojin is... similar in that way of thinking. Even if he were upset over his elimination, he’s not the type to talk about it (he’s also not the type to talk about much in regards to his personal feelings). Rather, he wants to be there for his friends who do need to vent, and take a bit to feel upset over the rejection. He understands why the others are upset, and is upset for them as he stays by their side. Especially Jisung.

However, there is a small part of him that is relieved, because Jisung can rest and not have to worry about the MGAs.

“Hm? The group? Yeah, he mentioned it. It’s a really nice idea, and I’m surprised you thought of, well, me, when deciding people. I know I’m close to Jisung but you didn’t have to include me for that reason.” No matter the reason he was chosen for this lineup, it is very exciting to be asked to join a... band? group? He’s not really sure what they are yet. He hasn’t been in a band since the beginning of high school.

Taking the tablet from Chan, Woojin glances at it, scrolling through the information he has written about the group idea and the members he’s including. He’s happy to see some familiar names, and only a couple unfamiliar ones. Knowing Chan through small talk and the praise Jisung has for him, he trusts the older’s judgment. There’s notes about the skills of each member, and Woojin hums thoughtfully. The variation is nice, although with only a couple dancers. It makes him wish he could ask Hyunjin to join them, he might like something like this (if Woojin weren’t in it, his brain helpfully supplies).

“You’ve thought a lot about this already. It’s only been a few days since Jisung-ah told me about it. I’m excited. Count me in?”

bitter

#bitter #c2 #rkchris

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bitter

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Now that his time on the MGAs is over, he feels like he has some breathing room. The summer is a welcome break from classes, and unlike Hyunjin he doesn’t have cram school and training. The disappointment from the MGAs still lingers, but he tries to focus on the positives. Woojin can finally get a break from his hectic schedule, Jisung can take better care of himself if he’s not on the show, and in thinking about Jisung his mind also comes to Chan, the former’s roommate. He’s over at their place a lot, so Woojin thinks it’s only polite to talk to him as well about how things went.

Slipping carefully away from Jisung after he’s fallen asleep one night (thankfully, because he deserves it), Woojin pads out to the living room to find Chan where they’d left him when they went to Jisung’s room.

“Hey,” he calls carefully, letting him know he’s in the room before rounding the couch to sit down a short distance away from Chan. “I know we don’t talk a lot, which I’d definitely like to change after today, but I hope you know you’re not alone. The rest of us are with you, now more than ever.” He doesn’t know what the older boy had been thinking about already, with the group ideas, but he does want to be there for Chan, especially since he’s important to Jisung.

#c1 #bitter #rkchris

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#vis

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With @rkjeongin

Woojin’s smiling as he leaves the venue with Jisung and some of the others. It’s a bit sad, and Woojin feels silly for saying the things he did only to get eliminated. Perhaps he was too confident? Perhaps he really didn’t do as well as he thought? Ah, well. It’s bittersweet. Despite being eliminated, Woojin still has that rush of adrenaline pumping through his system, and it makes him want to just practice harder, practice more. He needs to.

Jisung and Woojin split to go their separate ways, leaving the latter to walk home with Jeongin since they live closer. Now that they’re more alone and not surrounded by all the people leaving the building, Woojin takes a glance over at the boy to see him crying. A frown tugs on his lips, and he wraps an arm around his childhood friend’s shoulders and gently pulls him in against his side. He hates seeing any of his friends cry, especially this one. Jeongin’s too young, he doesn’t need this kind of stress.

“Hey now, don’t cry. I’m proud of you, kiddo.” Woojin’s free hand comes up to wipe at the tears from one eyes, offering him a smile. “Come home with me, Jisung should be back later and we can all eat together tonight. You could invite Seungmin-ah as well? Until then, I’ll be right by your side, okay?”

#c1 #rkjeongin #( still trying to think of a name for the thread please bear with me ) #yji : 01

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MGA Season 5 Episode 1 - Interview! With Kim Woojin, and @jisungxrk, @rkjeongin, and @rkjhyxk

How did you feel when you received the news of the callback?

“Amazing. I didn’t have any expectations for my audition but when I got the callback… Wow. I’ve never been able to participate in something like this. I was with Jisung at the time, and we both turned to each other and said the exact same thing. Knowing that he was going to be there as well made it feel even better. I’m proud of him, of us.”

How do you think you did?

“Really good, actually. Really good. I feel bad about it because there were others,” he avoids mentioning Jisung by name, “who were nervous. Meanwhile, I had so much fun. I couldn’t help it. Something resonated with me today, like a lightswitch was just turned on. I always knew I wanted to pursue music on the side so I could focus on school and help my parents out, but… I think this is what I want to do more than anything else.”

Were there any performances you liked?

“I like storytelling. Maybe it’s just something that comes with writing your own lyrics. You really have to have something to write about, you know? I think it’s too hard to fake it because the emotion isn’t there. I can’t write about the backgrounds of any of my friends for example. I didn’t live their lives. I can however write about their presence in my life, and the way they are different from me. I have a beautiful array of friendships, most of them being younger than I am, especially Jeongin. But he still has his own story to tell that is far different from mine. He’s experiencing things at a young age that took me 21 years to start doing. That’s impressive for someone so young. Sure, I’ve been doing music since I was 7, but this is the first time I’ve felt like I could truly do what I love. It made me realize I made the right choice.”

“Sorry, I got a little off topic there, didn’t I? Anyways, I felt like there was something more to Nam Joohyuk’s performance. I don’t know the details, but there was something hidden beneath that voice of his, and embedded within the lyrics. I’d really like to hear his story someday.”

Is there anyone you are certain will move onto the next phase of the MGAs?

“Hmm… To be honest, me. Like I said, I felt I did very well, and the feeling I felt while on that stage was amazing. It didn’t matter that I was being judged and watched by my peers. I love what I do and the feeling I felt today… I don’t think that will ever go away. 14 years of practicing guitar and training my voice led up to this moment. I won’t let this opportunity go to waste, and I hope I can make those who love me proud.”

Is there anyone you are certain will be eliminated today?

“There isn’t anyone I’m certain about, no. But I am scared of someone being eliminated. I don’t think he’ll get eliminated, and even if we both make it to the very end I’ll still fear him getting eliminated. I want to make it to the end with him, he deserves it more than he knows.”

#rkmga5 #rkmga5callback #c3 #c4 #( it's fursuitfriday i have to meme on woojin atleast a little bit with his little bear ears in the gif icon #mods don't murder me please ) #jisungxrk #rkjeongin #rkjhyxk

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MGA5 Season 5 Episode 1 - Callbacks! With Kim Woojin, performing Drawing the Line (0:47 - 2:21) by Royal Pirates Showcased skills: singing, electric guitar

Breathe in, breathe out.

His callback was exciting, yet the first thought that runs through his mind is if Hyunjin had been as excited as he is when he got his callback. It’s a bittersweet moment, and Woojin smiles down at his phone before shaking his head. He’s got a mission now to prepare for, although the driving force of his MGA experience is Hyunjin. Hyunjin is where his motivation came from, and makes him want to go on. Woojin remembers how proud he was of Hyunjin during the last season, and somewhere deep in the recesses of his brain, he hopes Hyunjin will be proud of him.

Likely not given the context of their strained… acquaintanceship? They’re certainly not friends anymore, but maybe someday.

The preparation for his performance is spent pulling almost-all nighters with Jisung in his bedroom, the other boy on his bed while Woojin sits at his desk and jots down chords. They’re usually pressed against each other, but today it’s good enough to just be in each other’s presence. Woojin taps his pencil on the desk, considering the progression of the chords he has in his head from listening to the song to translate onto the paper for memorization. Sure, he can play the song by hearing it once, but memorizing it is another beast. And Woojin might want to change some things around to fit an acoustic style.

Only a few days prior to the recording, however, Woojin meets up with a friend from university. It’d been a casual hangout and jam session that quickly turned into Woojin’s jaw dropping as he gets an idea. Said idea has him borrowing his friend’s electric guitar for the recording, along with a mini amplifier. He’s used it before, and it’s not too different, so he feels confident enough to take it to his recording. He scrapped his ideas for the acoustic version of the song he wanted to perform, and stuck with his ear, only writing down the chords to memorize it.

Woojin is one of the ones who goes first, or close to it. He hates to leave Jisung who had been sitting next to him holding his hand, having to gently pry his hand away so he could go perform. His heart breaks a little bit for it (especially since Jisung ends up being near last to perform, while Woojin watches how his nervousness has him shaking). But Woojin has to perform. He smiles at Jisung before turning his attention to the judges--he’s unsurprised to see the same CEOs from the last season. They’d looked so cool, and somewhat intimidating when Hyunjin was on the show, but he reminds himself that he can do this too.

“Hello! I’m Kim Woojin! I’m 21, and I really love music. I know that sounds cliche to say, but I hope I can share just how much I love it today. I watched all of the last season, and I want to thank you all for allowing me here, as well as my parents for supporting me in my hopefully long journey to the end.” Woojin bows, a wide smile on his face before he sets up the guitar, plugging it into the amp and turning it on to adjust the settings. “I’ll be performing an older song: Drawing the Line by Royal Pirates. I feel it will have a more exciting feel than the songs from my audition, so please listen well.”

He strums every string on the guitar, the amp picking up and amplifying the sound to test it before he starts to sing. His voice 

You’re like strong wine, even your scent is fatal girl I’m ecstatic but you’ll disappear like the fireworks girl I can’t hold onto you

After the first verse, he lifts the neck of the guitar and lets his fingers find their familiar position on the strings, the song moving in his head and translating through his hands to make the right chords as he plays. The strings feels different than the ones he’s used to, but each strum feels powerful in a way his acoustic could never accomplish. The sound from barely ghosting his fingers along the strings are loud (but not overpowering his voice due to the volume setting on the amp), and they make Woojin ache with want for an electric guitar. It’s new, and different but still exactly the same and Woojin feels like he’s at home away from home when his fingers fall on the metal. 

You’re beautiful like a red rose But you are hiding your thorns More love, more pain The closer I get, the deeper I’ll be pierced but

You keep on drawing the line

His voice picks up and raises into the higher note as he begins the chorus, voice stable and clear. The way he plays this time around goes back to a strumming pattern rather than the fingerstyle from his audition, so that he can put more into his vocals. Down up down up.

Even if you draw the line and push me away Even if there is no tomorrow Today, I want to love you

His fingers display his dexterity with fast chord changes, moving multiple frets up or down and holding down different strings with ease. However, his voice is the true star of the show despite his many thoughts and excitement to use an electric guitar. His voice projects, loud and clear but still stable, as if he’s singing to someone far away and trying to help them listen. All of his breathing exercises at home have helped him build stronger lungs to be able to belt out the words.

A shining, shooting star, I try to catch you but you’re not easy, girl You’re like a complicated maze with no exit I can’t solve you

You’re sweet like a red apple But you have a dangerous poison More love, more pain The closer I get, the more I’ll hurt but

Woojin’s body has been moving along, bouncing gently, shifting his weight to either leg and getting into the song. The excitement makes it easy to accomplish, with large, dramatic strums of the guitar to emphasize the fact that he’s playing an electric guitar. It feels like freedom, and it’s also easy to let that feeling translate into his voice. He turns to the other contestants, shooting Jisung a large, elated smile (he hopes it can give Jisung some comfort) through his line before turning to the other side to see the other contestants and bopping along before he turns back to the judges once again.

You keep on drawing the line Even if you draw the line and push me away Even if there is no tomorrow Today, I want to love you

With one last repeat of the chorus, Woojin makes a full strum at the end, letting it ring out as he pants quietly, forehead shining with sweat and a smile bright on his face.

This is what he loves. He’d tried convincing himself that he loved what he was majoring in in university, but that doesn’t compare to the exhilaration of singing, and playing the guitar. Especially when he has a real chance at doing something he loves all the time.

Yeah, he thinks, I can do this.

#rkmga5 #rkmga5callback #c3 #c4 #rkxhyunjin #jisungxrk #wc: 1202

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Video Journal with Kim Woojin Song performed - Maze of Memories by Stray Kids

Woojin sets up his phone to lean on a stack of his textbooks, carefully poking at the screen to navigate it without making it fall. He opens up his camera, checks the angle and adjusts it before finally sitting down on the edge of his small bunkbed. The lighting isn’t amazing due to the top bunk casting a partial shadow over him, but the light on the ceiling and the one on his desk does enough to have him shown on the poor quality front facing camera.

“No guitar today! I feel like I’ll be showing that a lot soon... Hopefully! I just wanted to do something alone today, although I’m already missing the feeling of my guitar in my hands!” Woojin wiggles his fingers at the camera, smiling. “She’s just in the corner,” he comments, nodding to the left, offscreen, “so she’s still close.”

"Actually! I’ll be doing something that I don’t do very often. And that’s rapping! I know, I know. I don’t think I’ve let anyone even hear me rap, but I do rap! Not as amazingly as Jisung or...” He trails off, refraining from mentioning Hyunjin’s name last second. “I want to see if you can guess the song, so I’m not going to introduce it!”

“Anyways! Let me go ahead and get started, hm?”

Woojin makes a little, soft grunt as he leans offscreen to turn on his cd player, disc already loaded in and song choice ready to go.

Time runs Like my dreams, day and night I’m carrying them on my neck Throwing my memories outside

This is like a drama without a script It’s an ending you’ve never thought of The dust that covered my heart before Now presses down on my dreams

His voice goes low, dipping into his style for when he raps. There’s a focus on pronouncing the syllables without blurring them together. And then he lets the music play, smiling at the screen and dancing along to the backtrack, mouthing ‘I can’t rap that fast yet’ to the camera before the next set of lyrics kick in.

This is a fight for my tomorrow Right now, I feel like I’ve seen the future from yesterday I’m putting on a smile, letting out a sigh Feels like I’m taking a look at myself A momentary silence

The slower I walk, the more the wind pushes me Turn up with this wandering Give me some time to sleep Show me an answer that’s like the wrong answer

What I see right now is all a lie I go around but I’m stuck in the same time

The song then jumps into the fastest rap of the song, and Woojin quickly reaches to turn it down, leaving it as background music so he can smile and wave at the camera. “I’m still working on it! I just wanted to document my progress. I promise next time I’ll have a completed version with the fast raps and everything.” Woojin smiles widely at the camera, even as he leans in to turn the recording off. “Treat yourself to some ice cream and stay hydrated until then~ Thank you!”

#rkvlog #c4 #c3

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intertwined

For @jisungxrk​

Woojin is surprised when he gets a callback for the MGAs. In reality, he didn’t expect all that much. His love for classic or slow themes didn’t make him feel like he’d be interesting or entertaining enough for the show, despite the amount of love and expression he put into his audition. Apparently, there’s a space for everyone, and all kinds of styles.

When he tells Jisung about it, he’s happy to hear that he got a similar call and that they’d be going to the same place this time (now Woojin can walk Jisung to school, even though the location is not a school and Woojin is going to be staying with him). And that’s where they’re at now, already hand in hand as they arrive and sign in for the recording. Woojin has a small amplifier and a borrowed electric guitar strapped securely on his back, which he makes sure to notify the staff of before he and Jisung make their way to the set.

His hand grips Jisung’s firmly, fingers searching for the spaces between the younger boy’s. Woojin came in with high hopes for today’s recording, due to his desire to follow in Hyunjin’s footsteps. Jisung, however, was another story. Concern dampens his smile, brow furrowing as he glances over at the younger boy often while they’re seated. He can feel him shaking, and the strength in his grip on Woojin’s hand is almost painful, but he doesn’t pull away. It’s so easy to read him, and Woojin leans over to brush their shoulders together.

“Are you okay?” Woojin asks, looking for verbal confirmation, hoping Jisung can vent some of the nervousness out. “I’m right here, Ji,” he reminds him gently, letting him know he can give him some of the weight he’s carrying on his shoulders.

#intertwined #jisungxrk #c1 #rkmga5 #rkmga5callback

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rksihyeon‌:

it’s not often that she wanders the streets but with the way that things are weighing on her mind, sia feels like she needs to get lost a little in order to find herself.  it’s a weird kind of feeling, and one that she’s not used to feeling, but at the very least she’s on a quiet street with just herself and her thoughts for company.  the mgas aren’t something that sia ever saw for herself, but lately things have been changing for her  -  she’s slowly been growing into a person that she doesn’t recognize.  even now, she’s wandering streets that she wouldn’t normally wander all alone.

the sound of music makes her lift her gaze from the pavement, tucking long pieces of her hair back away from her eyes as sia tries to find the source of the melody.  her footsteps slow and finally she sees a boy picking away at a guitar in the front of what looks like a restaurant.  she shows him a half smile, and sia’s more surprised when he asks for a song request than letting her go on her way.  still, it’s nice of him  -  and it’ll help her escape the thoughts that plague her for at least a minute.

“ um ..” her footsteps take her a little closer to him, a soft hum under her breath as she thinks.  the song that he was playing before this was unfamiliar to her, perhaps because she didn’t catch up to songs that were from korea in the time that she was away from the country  -  she’s not really sure.  " what you were singing before … it sounded nice.“  sia smiles gently and shrugs her shoulders.  ” why don’t you surprise me? i like a lot of different music.“

Woojin smiles patiently, watching as the girl takes a few steps closer. He doesn’t want to assume that they way she seems hesitant and thoughtful in her movements mean she’s shy, but he finds her pensiveness to be rather endearing. Not everyone gives him the time of day, and the ones who do don’t always try and think of a way to engage with him. Even though in the end she doesn’t have a song request, Woojin doesn’t have a problem with picking up where he left off.

“Sounds good, we’ll see if you know or like this one!”

He shakes out his hands and strums a few chords to warm up before jumping back into another song. The male would definitely be surprised if she knew the soft, upbeat tune he starts playing, since he’d made it himself. It was more so a trick question than anything else, and maybe a way he could peak her interest into talking to him more and getting her to try the restaurant. He likes to think he’s good at this, but the participant has to be willing enough.

His head bobs along to the song, fingers stretching along the frets and strings while his other hand simply strums for the desired effect. Woojin’s foot ends up tapping somewhere along during the song until he winds down with a few quieter strums, and lets the guitar ring out before smiling back up at her.

“What do you think?”

one; precious

#precious #c2 #rksihyeon

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Street Performance With Kim Woojin.

Woojin has never been afraid of performing in public, or on stages. He’d grown up being praised by his parents for learning new chords on his guitar, and consoled when he grew frustrated because his small hands could not yet reach that F chord when he was still a beginner. His brother thought he was embarrassing when he’d randomly start dancing or singing during a family outing when a certain song would start playing, but his parents always smiled at him fondly. Sometimes, his mother would dance with him in the restaurant when things were slow, and compliment him for being a better dancer than his father.

Honestly, he owes so much to his parents. They’re the reason he doesn’t feel any fear to head out in public and let people hear his voice.

He sits outside his family’s restaurant and drums out a little beat on his thighs as he begins to sing. It’s really no surprise to everyone around him, considering most people who come around here are all regulars who are used to it and often praise him for his voice. Woojin has a way with older songs, and most of the customers are older people who often get lost with the new generation of music. And honestly, being enlisted for the past two years has left him far behind on the current times.

His voice carries in the quiet street as he sings softly to the words of an older song, eyes closed as the rhythm he taps out on the tops of his thighs guide him along. It’s a slower tune, slower than the songs of today that fills the street nicely, and doesn’t overwhelm those who walk by. Of course, there are those who aren’t interested, but occasionally he’ll feel someone ruffle his hair and open his eyes to see a neighbor that he’s known since he was very young. And really, that’s all the validation he needs.

#street performance #c3

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rkjone‌:

  ✎ … in collaboration with @woojinrk!

  as day bleeds into nightfall, tired feet carry him into the opposite direction of the shelter his apartment offers. his roommate filled up the empty space quite nicely, and with that, the silence he dreads so much, but the demons lurking in the corners of his room still remain. he had no expectations when the other moved in, yet disappointment sinks into his chest when his sleep pattern only worsens. maybe it was foolish to cling to a sliver of hope that changing up his living situation would improve anything.

  it isn’t chan’s fault.

  jisung wouldn’t dare put the blame on someone who isn’t aware of the extent of his problems, and if anything, the older’s company has made him feel less lonely in his own home. instead he blames the extra shifts he picks up at work and the sharp voice of a man who barely knows him, but still despises him for unknown reasons. maybe he took one look at his face and decided he didn’t like him – wouldn’t be the first time. there is more to his insomnia than a grouchy boss, he knows. in all honesty, he doesn’t understand why exhaustion seeps into his bones, but his body refuses to let him sleep.

  he doesn’t want to be a burden, though.

  other than minho, he hasn’t seen his friends in a week. jisung answers their texts as he normally does, but when he turns down an invitation to hang out for the third time, questions start rolling in. he dodges them with pathetic lies and excuses; anything to avoid talking about his slowly deteriorating health. he doesn’t want to worry them, not when they have their own issues to deal with. they don’t need him to add his bullshit on top of it all. and besides, he’s perfectly capable of handling it alone.

  the teenager barely registers coming to a halt, but the collision of shoulders between him and a stranger snaps him back to reality. jisung catches the insult that is thrown at him and his fingers curl into fists as he spins around, armed and ready. his agitation quickly fades when he realizes this kind of reaction is unlike him and instead of spitting it out, he swallows the poison that sits on the tip of his tongue. he watches the man turn a corner and slowly feels himself crumble. maybe he can’t do it on his own.

  there is one name that comes to mind: woojin.

  hesitation flickers across his features as he looks down at the phone in his hand. his eyes never leave the name on his screen as he finds a place to sit, and it takes him another five minutes to actually dial the number. it isn’t the first time he asks for woojin’s help, and yet there’s a sinking feeling in his stomach when the call connects. “woojin.” his voice is soft, and jisung wonders if the older can tell how tired he is by the way he breathes out the two syllables of his name alone. “hyung,” he quickly corrects himself.

  and then the words start spilling from his lips. “i’m sorry, i should’ve called you sooner. i wanted to call you sooner, but i didn’t— i couldn’t. i didn’t mean to— but you’re the only one who knows— and i— i’m sorry, hyung. i really am.” none of it makes sense, but any coherent sentence that forms in his mind seems to get jumbled before it can leave his mouth. jisung curls into himself and wraps an arm around his small frame. it isn’t cold by any means, but he can’t stop shivering. “are you home right now?” he asks, eyes flickering up to take in his surroundings. seems like his aimless wandering hadn’t been so aimless after all. “i’m in the neighbourhood. would it be okay if i came over?”

Despite the disappearance of the sun over the horizon, and the way the moon shines dim in the night sky, urging the Earth under it to sleep, Woojin’s day is not even close to over. With upcoming exams and other daily things on his to do list, his days extend much longer into the night than they would for someone with an even remotely normal schedule.

Woojin’s fingers play with the sticky notes and tabs sticking out of his textbook, flicking the tabs back and forth with his fingers idly as he rereads, or well, recites, as he’s read it so much, the passage he’s trying to make sense of in his head. Memorizing the text is one thing, but actually understanding the information is another. He sighs, right hand running through his bangs, shoving the fringe back as he rests his forehead in his palm and bends over the text. His other hand continues to flick anxiously at the tabs.

His mind seems to wander towards something that usually helps him when he gets overwhelmed from his schoolwork. That something comes in the form of bright, sunny smiles and soft, fluffy hair on a boy that is so small, but so strong in Woojin’s eyes. Woojin is usually levelheaded and can take breaks when he needs to, but sometimes that extra support with Jisung around is appreciated. It doesn’t help that Woojin has become so accustomed to his presence that not having Jisung by his side feels weird sometimes.

His phone sitting on the corner of his small, square desk starts buzzing, startling Woojin out of his thoughts as he glances over to take a look at the name on the screen. It’s like thinking about Jisung summoned him, and Woojin smiles as he reaches out to answer the call and turn it on speaker. He settles his chin in his hand and elbow on the desk, eyes softening as he stares at the phone like it was Jisung, and not a piece of technology just displaying Jisung’s name.

The smile fades once he hears Jisung’s voice call his name, so small Woojin can barely hear it even with his volume turned up. He’s quick to pick up the phone and swap the audio so he can hold it to his ear, a look of concern washing over his face even though Jisung can’t see it. He doesn’t even have time to open his mouth before Jisung starts up again, and Woojin’s chest aches with the way the younger boy’s voice sounds in his ear. It’s time like these that he regrets not reaching out to Jisung more, even though they’d texted only a few hours ago. They both have their own lives of course, but Woojin always makes room for Jisung in his life as well.

“Jisung-ah, slow down. Breathe, okay?” Woojin pauses for a moment to take a breath of his own, but he’s quick to continue speaking. “Don’t apologize. Don’t. You can always call me, Ji. I’ll always pick up, like I’ve told you,” he says, stern but soft, not wanting to push too hard at Jisung while he’s fragile like this. “I’m home. Of course it’s okay if you came over.” The fact that Jisung was already nearby was a bit strange to him, and pushes him to stand up, some shuffling around being heard over the microphone as he slips into his shoes and maneuvers his way around the small bedroom. The small, dying lamp on his desk flickers, aching to be turned off if Woojin was going to leave. He leaves it on, because he’ll just be right back with Jisung.

“I’m coming outside, okay? Be safe, please. I’ll just be at the front for you.”

breathe.

#breathe #jisungxrk #c2

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Woojin has always had a nice relationship with his family. He and his older brother, Youngjin, shared a bunk bed throughout Woojin’s entire life, all the way up until high school when his brother finally moved out. He’d had enough of the cramped space, and wanted to get away from the family. Woojin had no interest in doing so, contentedly living with his parents for as long as possible. He owed a lot to them. They were kind, and gentle in ways he didn’t realize until after he enlisted and learned true hardships.

Honestly, the worst hardships he’d ever faced were at the hands of his brother, or if he overheard his parents sounding sad as they talked about things a young Woojin didn’t understand at the time.

Since Woojin had been the second child, Youngjin got to experience a lot of things Woojin didn’t. He got to experience riding a bike, and going to an amusement park or the zoo. By the time Woojin was born and old enough to do any of these things, the bike that his parents had saved up for had been broken by Youngjin, and they couldn’t afford another one. To this day, Woojin still doesn’t know how to ride a bike. Their financial situation was also the reason they never went back to the amusement park or the zoo. A second child meant having to sacrifice those luxuries.

Despite these small things, Woojin wouldn’t do anything to change the way he was raised, however. His parents always tried their hardest, and were always patient and understanding of Woojin’s wandering mind. He never showed much interest in anything until seeing someone playing a guitar for the first time, and his parents did what they could to see him happy. He’d never asked for anything until that day, and a small, cheap guitar was a huge gift to a boy who had so little for the seven years prior to that moment.

His brother breaks that too when he says he’s going to borrow it to bring to a friends house only a few years later.

It breaks young Woojin’s heart, but at the end of the day Youngjin is still family, and the younger boy forgives his older brother. He moves on (and creates a new one).

Maybe it was the fact he’d always been surrounded by love despite the way they had lived. Maybe it was the way he was never alone despite the things he experienced (or lack thereof). Either way, the day his brother moves out is high up on his list of upsetting things in his life. They’d shared a room for all of their lives, and the loneliness that sneaks its way into his life when he goes to tell his brother goodnight from the top bunk is near suffocating.

Eventually, someone fills that space in his heart and makes it their own.

#rkship #c3 #c4

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SECOND SKILL - DANCING Improvised dance  0:14 - 0:46

Dancing has always given Woojin a way to express his love for music in a way he’s unable to do while he plays guitar. It’s one thing to go all out on his instrument, feeling the vibrations of the wood crawl up his spine and reverberate in his soul. It’s another to use his entire body to express what he doesn’t say aloud.

Even still, he’s blindsided when asked to improvise a skill other than his singing. Woojin doesn’t work on making choreography, leaving his creativity towards songmaking instead. He’s danced plenty however, enough to make him loosen up in front of the judges with a moment of pacing and trying to get into the same headspace he does when he creates new tunes with his guitar and jams out on his own. It’s really not that much different. He experiments. He can do a little experimenting through dancing too!

He makes a few gestures, trying to create a tune in his head that he’d like to dance to before he begins. The creation in his head is fast, uplifting and has a fun beat, and he tries to recreate that with his body instead of words or strings beneath his fingertips. Woojin’s movements are less complex, and more spontaneous. He tries to have actual fun with it, the way he’d do if it were a dance he’s learning or if he’s playing guitar. Except, maybe this is a bit easier. There’s no choreography to follow other than the way his heart lets his body run freely. He twirls, and grins at the judges once he’s facing them again, a rather quick change of his expression.

Honestly, he’s not sure why he wasn’t making his own dances before, or letting himself have this much fun.

He makes use of the space he’s given in the room, movements wide and popping while he smiles, his tongue making an appearance as it sticks out from between his teeth along with a quirky look in his eyes. He’s never been happier to let the notes in his head take control, despite the fact that there’s no actual music being played within the room. It’s enough to imagine it though, and Woojin’s positive he hasn’t been this happy in quite a long time. Maybe dancing is what he needed to break out of his low point, or atleast start to crack the ice.

What feels like hours of smiling and letting his body dance freely is in reality just over 30 seconds, and the tune in his head fades out as quickly as it came. Woojin flicks his head, bangs tossed out of his face with a wink he really didn’t know he had in him.

Woojin straightens up, clearing his throat with a smile. “Thank you for this opportunity! Once again, I’m Kim Woojin. The Kim Woojin we all know and love!” “우리가 진짜 좋아한 = 우진“

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