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♞ – type zero mission: fansign – ♞
[+8 Rapping, +8 notoriety]
tw: assault/violence, swearing and family dispute
It was easy to spot him in the midst of screaming fans. A middle-aged something man had no business standing by the corner of a new idol fan sign unless they were up to something no good or a chaperon of one the many teen bodies bumping against each other. But there was something peculiar with this old man, evident in his dead stare towards Viggo.
Type Zero has just about finished their fan service and is permitted to take a break before they proceed on with the actual fan signing. Quickly sticking a gum between his lips to get rid of the nicotine jitters, Viggo makes his way towards the backstage of the venue. Nodding and smiling at their fans but mostly kept his head down till he reached their designated prep room.
The corridors leading up to said room is mostly deserted except for the few occasional staff members running around and making the changes on stage. Viggo clasps the shoulder of the security assigned to him, asking the man for a bit of privacy as he meanders towards the restrooms. Viggo tugs the collar of his shirt feeling a little suffocated with the current happenings. Preferring to deal with a nagging PD later in favour of a little breather.
In a blind spot, at the corner of the entrance between the men’s room and the corridor, Viggo’s body is harshly tagged towards a corner and pressed against the cold wall. Instantly, Viggo’s hands come up in order to protect his body and was ready to hit his assaulter.
“Wait- please, wait.”
Viggo gasped as he stared at the man he noticed earlier, only this clearer view of his assaulter has him blinking rapidly. A chill runs down his spin as Viggo realises he was staring at who seems to be an older version of himself. “Who the fuck are you?” Naturally voicing his concern in English, shocked mind completely forgetting to function in the right etiquette or language.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry.” The man sobs out, mumbling in Korean as he tries to cradle Viggo’s face. But the younger’s returned reflexes has Viggo slapping the man’s hand away. “I just needed to talk to you, at once. I didn’t- don’t be scared. It’s me your father.”
Logically he knew with resemblance alone that he was related to the sobbing fellow. But to actually hear it said aloud, has his very soul leaving his body. Instantly so many things occur, even though he remains physically frozen. Everything Viggo dreamt of doing at this moment instantly flying out of the venue as all he can do is stare at the hysterical man.
“Sorry, please, I had no choice- your mother passed away after giving birth to you and I couldn’t I didn’t know what to do, please my son-“
My son, that has him snapping out of revere. Viggo violently rips the old man’s hands away from his person. Forcefully pushing him away enough to have his hysterical body slam against the other wall. In a distance, Viggo could already hear the yells and stomping feet coming their way. “I’m not your son, you delusional old fuck. Stay the hell away from me!”
He didn’t have to physically shove the man away as a set of security already has a grip on Viggo and is pushing him towards the worried Legacy staff members while his estranged father is being silenced and escorted outside the building. Far away from the innocent crowd getting organised to meet with Type Zero.
He was taken to another room by their manager, the one next to where he knows his members were waiting and probably heard the commotion from outside. “Fuck,” he curses out as he flops down against a wall, tears streaming down his face. This is their last week of promotions, literally the last thing he needed. The last thing the whole group needed.
A hand urges him to stand up, quickly a set of tissue and sponges wipes the tears and blotches out of his face. “Keep it together, Park. Just a few hours and I promise I’ll take you out of here myself. Focus on your achievements and don’t let some crazy man ruin this moment for you.” The solid and calm voice of their PD echoes through his subconscious mind, as hands fly to make sure his appearance remained pristine and presentable to be out in public again.
“Hey Park,” he feels someone patting on his cheeks lightly, “Viggo come on, buddy. Breath. You can do this.” Looking down at their manager, he feels himself slowly nodding. He doesn’t fully remember settling into his own skin but he comes back to his senses enough to act like a functioning human.
In no time, the fan sign has only been delayed for five minutes, before Type Zero is back on stage. There was something stiff about his own approach and he could feel the worries glances off his members. Once they sat down, Viggo tries to act as naturally as he can- smiling and joking around with their fans. As though nothing has happened backstage. Except if someone were to ask him what happened during the actual fan signing, Viggo would honestly respond with an “I don’t remember. I honestly don’t know."
#lgc:typezeromission#theme: fansign#no. one#-- | solo#tw: assault#tw: violence#tw: family dispute#tw: strong language
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♞ – vlive: prompt 02 – ♞
[+ 4 VARIETY ; +2 NOTORIETY ]
The dorm was relatively quiet at a time like this. His fellow trainees were either in classes or off to do what they need to get done during day time before their evening practices. With the confidence that he will not disturb anyone, he ushers the tiny pup into their shared home. Silently praying that none of his mates was allergic to dogs. Now that would be a disaster waiting to unfold.
He hushes the small pet, cradling it against his chest as he flops down on his chair by his desk. Sighing as he realizes that he won't be able to focus on any assignments due to his sudden promotion of being Vivi's caretaking for the time being. What has happened to get to this point was that when he went in earlier for a study session with one of his classmates, the other student promptly dumped the small puppy in his hand and rushed out to due to some family emergency. He, later on, gets a message that Vivi would be picked up just before the training starts up that evening.
It wasn't as though he can abandon the small creature in the middle of the streets. Besides, he had a bit of an abandonment issue himself, suddenly he feels as though the tiny pup and he shared something in common for the time being.
Viggo takes spends some time tinkering around his computer, with an eye on the pup, he manages to play around with some videos and clips that he recording during practices or time spent in Legacy. He takes a break from this by picking Vivi up while he scrolls through his email. A particular message reminding him to record a Vlive for a new year's event.
"No time like the present." Kissing the crown of the pristine white puppy. Clinking on the webcam features, Viggo decides to just roll with it and see where the spur of the moment filming takes him. "Let go'! This is your boy Viggo, hope you all are having a wonderful time with whatever it is you're up to lately. Thought I'd share a couple of new 'happenings' with me lately. First off, meet the puppy that I would be adopting soon-" Pushing Vivi towards the camera then finally setting her against him again. "jokes! She's my buddy in today's video, everyone say hello." Waving the little paw back at the recording.
"But for reals though, I'm currently working on improving my editing skills. Some of you might know this, but I like to play around producing songs and all that. Although recently, a friend of mine has lent me their go-pro so I've been messing around with filming too." Switching things up to screen share, while maintaining his own video on the corner of the screen. "Here are some of the clips and edits I've put together so far. Mostly it's just us trainees going about our day in the Legacy building. Nothing to fancy really, but hope you all will be able to see my final work soon." Viggo plays a small teaser of a choreography he had done a while back with a few editing he recently just added into the mix.
He does the necessary touch up to the video and submitting it to the company in hopes that they'll be satisfied with it. Hopefully, he doesn't get scolded at for bringing in a puppy into their dorms.
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♞ -- gig:006 -- ♞
[+5 ACTING +4 NOTORIETY + 50,000 WON]
To many receiving this basket would be a true blessing. To some, it would be a bit extra yet still highly appreciated. To Viggo, it was a tedious chore. Knowing what this basket entitles he wonders if this is really how he should be going about his life. In the blurred out days of training, he is beginning to lose his focus and will of it all. That maybe there is something else out there for him to focus on and spend his energy on.
He sits back down on his made-up bed, glancing towards the basket of perpetual doom. A little existential crisis befalling on him as he considers if he should step out before filming this little special. His mother- the adoptive one- would be so disappointed if she ever finds out the inhibitions his fallen into. His father - the adoptive one - would have pulled him aside to have words, get some sense back into him.
With such negative thoughts consuming him, Viggo picks up the soft blanket provided in the basket of unpleasant givings. Prompting mini go-pro up the side of his bed, making sure to switch it on, he gives the recording device a little wave. "For days like this, find comfort in a Vivalon Blanket. It'll save you a cost of therapy." Promptly diving for his pillows and burying himself in the massive blanket to continue on his dramatic crisis.
He would have to edit this out later before sending it off to the company. If he remembers to do that at all.
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jongsuk leaves his practice room, looking rather confused than anything else. his eyes are obviously looking for sungmin admits the chaos going on around him. he can see faint smoke and while he’s sure there is no reason to panic, jongsuk is of course worried. he knows how his hyung can get in situations like these so the sooner they find each other, the better.
who he runs into instead though is viggo. “yo- woah, dude. you know what the hell is going on,” he asks, making sure to still follow the mass outside but not without making sure he wasn’t going to lose his pal in the crowd.
“have you seen sungmin or someone from his group?”
How convenient to suddenly have the fire alarm triggered on April 1st. Truth be told Viggo would have forgotten what day it was and what it meant, except he kept getting pranked from the midnight last night. He was so close on throwing a tantrum in the middle of the dorm but ultimately decided against it so that his roommates won't kill him. He barely just got out life sentences when they won't the show last week.
Biting back a groan from escaping his lips, he turns to Jongsuk and waits for the other man to catch up to him. He shrugs genuinely uncertain of what was truly going on despite his theory, “whatever it is, I didn’t do it.” A hard plea for a trainee who everyone more or less knows smokes for a living.
“Nope just got shoved out of the training room myself. Why what’s up?”
✗ Fire Lunch ▬
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₊ ˟ this is the first concert that she’s been to, and now that she’s a trainee at legacy - allie figures that of course her first concert would have to be for dbsd. as a fan, but also as a junior, she figures that it’s her duty to support her seniors, even if it is from afar ( and extremely far, to be fair, because there’s no way she would ever put herself in front of any of them - )
but still, this experience is not turning out the way she was hoping for it to be. between the shoving that’s stressing her out and making her hunch her shoulders in defense, to the tall person in front of her blocking everything from view .. it’s a little disappointing, especially when one of her favourite songs is about to be performed.
truthfully, she only expected the ( much ) taller person than her to move over, or to find another place to stand. considering that allie asked politely, she was hoping that she’d have a polite reply in return.
this is not what she expected.
her eyes widen and she practically yelps when he whisks her from the floor to his shoulders, wondering how he managed to lift her up so high firstly - and secondly, how he managed to move so fast. allie scrambles a little for balance, grabbing onto his head and probably obscuring his vision in the process as she searches for balance. no one has ever lifted her to their shoulders, at least not since she was a little girl. but they’re in the middle of a concert hall, and allie’s absolutely sure that no one is going to be happy about this. “ i’m sorry .. what are you doing?” she asks in somewhat frightened confusion, still holding onto his head for dear life. “ i’m going to fall.”
He scrambles to keep his balance, making sure she doesn’t end up on the strangers surrounding them. Viggo keeps a firm and steady grip on her legs, making sure to bend a little to have his lower body supporting more of their weight. It’s a good thing he’s had plenty of practice when it comes to holding or carrying people around. Not the time to be thinking about that of course.
“I got you, I got you.” Tapping her leg trying to reassure her from underneath. “Calm down and enjoy.” He shouts aloud, one of his sunbaes just about to do a solo stage. Viggo tries hard as he can to peer up the stage, sort of difficult to do when she’s clinging to his head like a baby koala. That’s his own fault he knows, but if he moves to set her down then they would end up falling he was sure of it.
Later on, he would blame it on the alcohol. For now, he claims that he’s doing the Lord’s job by helping the poor fan to see her beloved idol. Seriously, he should be getting so many browny points for the big man upstairs for this good samaritan cause. Also from the company, because he is keeping their fans happy even if it meant carrying the weight on his shoulders. Literally.
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She was almost painfully tight, suffocating him in the most beautiful way possible. He could die happy in her arms, right there. He feels every twitch and ache of her body, every single one driving him closer to the edge. Holding her close, a groan ripping through him as she bites down on his shoulder.
When he feels her reaching her peak, his pace fastens. His hips start to stutter a few thursts more, before finally joining her into climax. Viggo slumps against her, much like earlier that evening his hands find their way to hold her by the waist supportively. He catches his breath for a few seconds then with the strength he didn’t know he still posses, he lifts his head to to glance down her. Placing a gentle kiss on her temple as he pulls out.
Upon seeing the evidence of what this night meant to her, his eyes fly directly to her flushed face. Searching for any regret or anger. “Alright, princess?”
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He watches the teardrop from the corner of his gaze. A sudden ache in his chest hits him profoundly like a train slamming into his adrenaline-filled body. Despite his rough actions, Viggo kisses her tears away, “Princess...” his voice deep and husky, strained as he waits for her to accommodate his intrusion. If she tells him to stop now, he wouldn’t know how to survive.
He leaves chaste kisses on every surface of her smooth skin that he could reach. Until he gets his signal to act again. He merely groans in response to her words, dropping his temple forward on her shoulder as he perversely watches her breasts bounce to the rhythm of his harsh thrusts. Her moans, sighs into the wind accompanied by the sound of their colliding bodies, is music to his ears. Viggo pulls back, looking at her debauched glory, he fucks into her with purpose and intent. A tight sensation pulls within him, Viggo is close. A hand moves from their places cradling her breast towards her angelic face. He pulls her seductive read lips with his thumb, “Samee... I need... you.” His voice commanding and willing for her to obey his orders one more time that evening.
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on the day of the final performance, king is restless. his now famous confidence is still unshakeable, but he’s a lot more nervous than last time. at this same point into the competition last season, he’d already gotten over the fact that he didn’t get the solo. they were just performing for the sake of it, then going on to music shows as legacy boys, with king their center. it’s a lot different this time. they won’t be promoting at all if they don’t win.
king can’t accept that easily. they have to win. there’s simply no other option. his team enters the room shared with other units who are not set to perform yet where they’ll monitor the performances and share reactions on camera for when the show airs on television. it’s important to stay focused, but that king isn’t too much in his head that he forgets he’s being filmed. he’s known among fans to be honest and fun, and he has to stay that way despite currently wishing for the other male units to trip off the stage and fall to their death… just your every day thoughts.
he sits between @lgcxvg and a boy from you calling my name unit. since awkward silence unit goes right after violeta unit, they’re not sitting with them right now. as bae siwoo does his introduction speech, he leans over to his teammate. “have you seen awkward silence practice? i wonder how they’ll do…” and he’s honestly asking. they haven’t seen the other units a lot since they were divided into teams. with jaesun center… it can only make king nervous. “but anyway, we’ll do great! we have the best song.” viggo might think otherwise, but king loves simon says. it’s almost as if it were made for him. it’s no wonder he’s been put in it. not that he wouldn’t do well in ycmn, of course.
He cranes his head from side to side, working out the kinks that are build-up from their endless practices. Blinking rapidly he attempts to clear his dry eyes. To be absolutely fair on King’s behalf, he’s worked their group into perfection. Viggo knows for a fact that he can do this performance in his sleep and perhaps even sleeps talk the whole song into its entirety.
Viggo shakes his head at his leader’s question. “Don’t think I’ve had the time too.” He grins, nudging his friend back. Throwing an arm over his friend’s shoulder, he pulls King closer to him. It was an honest and easy gesture, one his done plenty of times. But Viggo knows how to this would be an advantage for their fan service.
“Yes, we will. We’ll do great because we’ve had the best leader and members too.” He doesn’t ruffle King’s hair, mostly due to the fact that they were dressed and ready to perform soon too. Despite popular belief, Viggo does take this whole thing season seriously. A hundred times more than he did the first one. He puts as much time as the rest, his performance as university suffering due to this, Viggo barely manages to keep his average for the finals. But it didn’t matter at that moment, they have to win this.
♚cast a spell, we’re gods
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His eyes were practically black as they snapped towards her equally blown up gaze. “Fuck-” It wasn’t as though he was planning on stopping his administration on her, but to hear her consent so forwardly, so boldly demanding what she wants. It drives Viggo absolutely mad. Crushing his lips against hers in an almost bruising kiss, he shows his appreciation to her declaration.
In simultaneous haste, his hands act in a fluid motion. Pushing her shirt and bra all the way up, Viggo pulls back from their kiss to pay lavish attention to her breast. Distracting her from the hand the retreated away from her warm, hot, ready cavern. He pulls his sweats down hissing as he feels the cold air, Viggo suffers only for a brief moment. Nudging her legs further apart, making sure they’re wrapped securely around him, he cradles Samee’s nape meeting her lips for the nth time that evening. Then slowly, with an almost painful steadiness, he sinks into her.
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He grinds his hips against hers with practice precision. With her body practically cages by his, Viggo allows his hands to explore without the fear of dropping her. Snaking one underneath her shirt, his cold fingers burning against her warm skin. Cupping her full breast, he groans wanting to tear her bare against him. He tries to be gentle, he really does. But the blood rushing through his veins singing in loud chorus to take her doesn’t permit him to dally with time. He’ll make it up to her, he promises himself. After.
The hand supporting her by the legs moves upwards as well. Sneaking up her skirt, Viggo feels her heat. He teases her above her panties, oddly gentle as he coys out the reaction he wants from her sweet body. He moves his lips, biting down her pale skin leaving marks in its wake. Marking his territory. In a lust-filled crazed haze, he rips away the only thing of hers that guarded her from his touch. A low growl escapes him, she was so wet. So tight. She is barely ready for him. So he lets his fingers prepare her.
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she hears that familiar pet name he has for her and her heart aches. she always came off as despising that nickname, but she had always secretly liked it. why? because when he said it, she could pretend he was her prince, and she was his princess. she could daydream thoughts of them together, being happy in some kind of fairytale, the perfect relationship already achieved without the confessions and leaps of faith needed to get there. hearing that one word softens her further, lashes fluttering softly.
“my heart missed you..”
she takes his had, pulling him up to his feet gently and taking him out of sight, to an alleyway so dark no one could tell there were two people lingering in the shadows. its dim, but theres just enough nightlight that she can make out his features. she backs into the walk behind her, bringing him with her, and she reaches up, cupping his face gently, and studying each of his features. “i missed your stupid face.” she manages a soft chuckle, before she moves up on her toes, eyes falling nearly shut as she brushes her nose against his. “kiss me..”
For someone to be completely carried away by his emotions, his mind goes blank as she leads the way. From the beginning of their little dance, he has always made sure to go by her pace knowing that whatever they had needs to be treated delicately. With gentle hands. Much like hers really, she had the softest hands he ever felt.
“As you wish,” as he leans down to meet her halfway, “princess.” Seizing her by the waist, supporting her flushed body against his. She feels so good, that Viggo wants to melt in her touch. With an arm around her waist, it’s brother slowly makes it's way further down until he has a stable hold of her leg as he hoists her up. Pushing her further into the wall, Viggo groans as he deepens their kiss.
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“hey..”
his presence is warming, comforting even. it had been a while, she had taken some space and kept her distance. “it’s nice to see you outside of training.” it was, she wasn’t lying, but she couldn’t look him in the eye when she said it, opting to glance away to some tree off on the other side of the road. she shuffles her feet around, chewing at the inside of her lip. “future dreams has been crazy, don’t you think?” it had been for her, she wasn’t sure how he was handling it. future dreams had opened her eyes up to a lot, honestly. maybe she was more capable than she had initially thought. maybe she was ready to debut. maybe… just maybe.
she looks to him, finally, and she sees a puzzle piece. viggo himself is a puzzle piece, she just isn’t sure if he fits into her puzzle or not. she wanted to find out, though. “i’ve missed you.” it’s real, it’s raw, open and honest, and she manages to saw it while looking into his eyes. she confronts her fears in a couple of breaths, and her body feels like the blood in it has run dry. she feels light headed with such a confession, even though most wouldn’t see it as a big deal. “i’ve missed you a lot.”
He takes the seat across from her. By doing so, it allows him a clear view of everything that is Samee. “It’s been a bit of wild ride. A little more intense than last season.” It’s been a while since he’s seen her, so much so that she started to feel like a distant memory. A sweet dream that left an imprint on him. One that Viggo can’t forget but is afraid that it’ll slip into the days of gaps where they haven’t crossed paths. Her stunning view makes him want to reach out to her, but he didn’t want this mirage to disappear like it did last time.
When she said it the first time, Viggo genuinely thought his hallucinations and wild imaginations were playing tricks on him. But she says it the second time, now he’s looking at her. Really looking at Samee. The way she held herself and the way she’s slowly letting herself go. “I missed you, princess.” His voice comes out husky, strained. Viggo shouldn’t have been surprised by this but he is anyways. Because as he stares down her bright brown eyes, he realized just how much he misses her and just how much he was thankful for this stolen moment.
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being discreet about it would have been difficult with the cameras for future dreams everywhere, so samee makes sure to sneak the candy to him before any filming starts. samee wasn’t really one to express her feelings or show affection in any way, but viggo was becoming someone kind of… significant? maybe. she was still making her mind up about things. he was handsome, no doubt, and he had proved he could put up with her crazy side, but still… she was nervous. worried, even. what if he ended up hurting her? what if he took all her feelings and threw them back in her face? why should she trust him? she had no reason to. she also had no reason not to.
she slips the bag of sweets into his practice bag with a little note telling him to meet up with her at a cafe near her dorm around one am. it was the only time they could really meet, and it meant she’d lose sleep over it but at this point it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. she needed to just… talk to him. something.
It felt like it was ages since he has last had some alone time with her or any time for that matter. Honestly, it was rather sweet of her to do something like this and reach out to him. Viggo has been planning on dropping her some chocolates when the time comes, but he was glad she remembered him during this time-honoured event.
Quickly making his way across the street and Viggo pulls his coat towards him. The winter has been harsh this year but it was slowly fading away into spring. Chilly nights have yet to follow through on that. He spots her by a secluded place in the cafe, by the corner with high chairs, protecting them for praying eyes.
“Hey,” appearing beside her, hoping not to startle Samee, “hope you weren’t waiting long. How’s it going?”
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event: lgc:futuredreams | season two
part: performance / backstage moment.
He moves around the stage with pinpoint accuracy. His movement is graceful as it is sharp. His rap comes out naturally, as though he is born saying those words and nothing else. He could do this in his sleep. They all can. That's the result of the endless amount of practice and underlying pressure from everyone to outperform each other.
Thre more counts to the last segment. Two more 'mines' before the final verse ended. One more step to the end of their performance.
Then just like that weeks of endless practice and the performance of their career has finished. He savours this last few moments, his memory storing it in like a clip of his favourite scenes in a movie, except he was a part of that epic shot. In that second, he fancy's himself as a debuted entertainer. Though it was his goal to achieve, this is the first time it truly sunk to him how close that may be to reality. Almost at the grasp of his fingertips.
There was a different buzz. A high that could only be replicated on a similar stage. It was the start of a growing addiction. Suddenly he has an inkling of an idea on how the rest of his mates might currently be feeling. It all makes sense now.
The screaming fans were almost deafening but it was the sight of his fellow teammate all sharing knowing looks is what makes his heart soar. As they bound back towards the backstage, Viggo throws his arms around Hanuel and Hansol, them being the closest one to his reach, gaze proudly set at Dohyun’s retreating back, flashing him a private smile when he turned back. Viggo only letting his mates go when they were away from the crowd as was huddled up behind the stages,
"Well done my man. We did, it's all over." Patting each of their bums as, a reoccurring inside joke between in their team. One where King proclaimed that Viggo was only allowed to do this action after they’re done with their performance. Carrying on the joke, he adds a little squeeze at his leader's love tap, beaming brightly and showing his gratitude that way.
As for the votes... they wait...
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