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ten’s exhausted. but, when is he not? he’s sat with his back against the mirrored wall of the practise room, a bottle of water clutched between his hands and his head leant back, trying to catch a breath in between practising the choreo, despite already knowing it so well he could dance it in his sleep. his body aches, and his stomach growls, nudging some guilt forward in ten’s mind. he ignores it, pushes it away, and takes another few gulps of his water, before capping it and stretching his legs out, letting himself slide a little down the mirror until he’s pretty much laying on the floor with his head resting up against the wall, chin tucked down against his chest in a very unflattering way.

then, the door opens and his eyes flit over to see who it is. he relaxes when he spots seungcheol, smiling a small smile and pushing himself slowly back up to lean against the wall. “hi cheollie.” ten replies quietly, falling into an easy calmness - seungcheol always makes ten feel a lot less wound up like a spring. “i was practising the dance, yeah.” he pats the floor beside him, indicating for seungcheol to sit. 

you can lean right here.

@tenrk 

in an unsurprising turn of events, seungcheol actually really loves their debut anniversary song. it’s kind of funky, vibrant in a more boyish way than their debut and first comeback title tracks. honestly, he’s a little worried about the oldest members doing such a youthful concept ( not that they’re old! just not as young as him and ten… god, he’s always digging himself deeper holes ), but inside, he’s really excited. the choreography looks incredibly difficult to him from the few sessions they’ve had so far but at the moment, he’s focusing on the lyrics. he likes to learn every word, not just his own, to help him follow the beat and melody when he dances and later, when they perform it live. ( though he’s not sure how many opportunities they’ll get to perform this for an audience. after all, it’s not going to be a regular promoted comeback and who knows what sphere have tucked under their sleeve. ) 

“hey!” he greets with a bright smile, entering the practice room to find ten already here. he drops his bag at the side, abandoning his printed lyrics to approach the younger. “how are you doing? are you practising the new song?” he bites his tongue, stops himself from offering to leave if ten wants to practice alone. he needs to stop doubting himself. surely ten won’t mind him being here. right? “I’ve been trying to learn the whole song. I’ve got my bits down, I think? I keep accidentally doing yien’s in our bridge, though.” he laughs softly, running a hand through his hair. 

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rktaeyxng‌:

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“so, here’s what i got from that face shop photoshoot that i did earlier,” taeyong begins excitedly, dumping out skincare product after skincare product out of the tote bag that they had so graciously gifted him – after having distributed the products among the rest of the members, taeyong bounces into his shared room and shoves ten almost all the way against the wall near his bed, “there’s all these new facial cleansers that they’re really pushing – see, like this one, it’s one with aloe vera and it’s supposed to feel like there’s snow on your face or something…”

he’s definitely not ungrateful that he has this opportunity to represent an entire company – in fact, he’s incredibly grateful that this is even happening to him, out of all the people that they could possibly choose. sphere must’ve pulled some strings or something of the sort to get taeyong this opportunity, because he can still barely believe it. he digresses – he just thinks sometimes, skincare companies have these elaborate campaigns that have key words written in them that can seem a bit silly. “there’s a matching aloe vera moisturizer, too – if it’s not five celsius on the surface on my skin, if it doesn’t feel like the summit of mount fuji is a layer on my skin, then i’ll…” he thinks about saying rebuke it, but that’s incredibly rude to say about a brand that he actually likes, “still keep using it… because it’s still the face shop and i like them and i represent them…”

had it been anyone else in the group who got the contract with the face shop, ten might be jealous, but he really can’t feel anything negative in relation to taeyong - he loves him too much. that being said, he’s not so fond of the way taeyong shoves him almost into the wall, since he’s pretty sure he’s not about to be smooched, like he usually is when shoved up against a wall. with a pout he leans his chin against taeyong’s shoulder, eyes on the avalanche of products that spill from inside the tote bag. “woah, that’s a lot.”

"not sure why i'd want to feel like i had snow on my face, but it sounds interesting anyway." he picks up a packet of something out of the pile, frowning as he tries to figure out what exactly it is. "i'm proud of you, y'know. going out there and being all famous and stuff. they picked the right person to show off all their skincare products - you've got amazing skin, i'm sure someone out there wants it. not in a 'skin you and wear your face as a mask' type way-... i just mean- ... yeah." pausing for a second, he looks up from the little packet, then bursts out laughing. "come to think of it, maybe i'll steal your face in your sleep. better be careful lee taeyong." he jokes, prodding taeyong's cheek.

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you're such a fun and kind mun and i love the way you write for tenrk! i hope i'll get to plot with him in the future ~

thank you so much that’s so sweet i’m glad people enjoy him! please don’t hesitate to message me for plotting (that goes for any of my muses!)

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rkseokwoo‌:

When Seokwoo had bought the handful of facemasks, he knew who he had in mind to try them with and he was hoping he would have the chance to. The smile which had broken onto his lips when he’d overheard that his first target had been spotted in Sphere, in one of the studios, had remained even as Seokwoo made his hasty way through the halls. Two wrong turns in excitement had deterred him from seeking the younger male out, a gut feeling that he would be right on his instinct on arrival. His bag was clutched onto, finding it the easiest way to smuggle the items into Sphere without anyone knowing what he was doing, and now the best way to transport them to where he needed them. 

His steps faltered when he peered into the right room, spotting the familiar figure and excitedly biting onto his smile. It might have been his eagerness or the decision that this would be a secret operation in skincare, but he didn’t pause to knock. Instead he pushed open the door, slipping in, and closing it quickly behind him. “Ten! Ten!” Seokwoo whisper-yelled to get the younger’s attention, his sneakers squeaking on the floor with the haste of his steps and his hands fumbling to draw his bag around. “I got something for us to try!” He added, boyish laughter slipping out as he unzipped the bag–just enough–and came to a stop in front of Ten. The glints of mischief and delight sparkled in his eyes as he glanced from Ten and then to the handful of facemasks and the new moisturiser he got; collected with the face wash and cleanser, and various other hidden products as it went deeper.

“Want to try them with me?” Seokwoo continued to whisper. “They’re the new kind.”

ten's feet hurt. he's been dancing for what feels like years now, shirt sticking to him from sweat. he's been choreographing his own things, which he's technically not meant to be doing. he's supposed to be dedicating every second of practise to their anniversary song, but there's only so many times you can sing and dance the same song in close succession before you begin to hate it - and he really doesn't want to hate his own song. so, he's been taking breaks from the 'adore u' practise to work on his own things, just so he doesn't go completely insane.

that being said, even working on his own stuff can get tiring. so, he's taken a break, bottom placed firmly on the practise room floor. his thumbs press hard into the soles of his feet, trying to work out the aches in them. no matter how much stretching he does, it seems that after so much dancing, he's just going to have to deal with pains here and there.

he's about to consider taking a really quick nap in the corner of the room when the door opens and he hears his name being called. head whipping round he breaks into a smile - seokwoo. it had been a while since he'd seen him, and the appearance of one of his favourite hoobae's distracts him from the pain in his limbs almost instantly. "seokie!" he exclaims, not bothering to stand up but simply beckoning the other over. as seokwoo shows him the gold-mine of skincare products he has stashed in his bag his eyes widen. "hell yeah i do!" he struggles to stand, grabbing onto seokwoo's arm and pulling himself up, eyes glued to the contents of his bag. he remembers the 'pampering night' he'd had with taeyong once in the dorm, where there'd been wine and candles and gossiping, and envisions a somewhat similar scenario with seokwoo.

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event: ‘adore u’ part switch recording location: incheon beach date: july 20th // 6:45pm

the waves lap at his toes as he sits with his legs outstretched towards the ocean. it’s peaceful. they’re taking a break from recording to have a snack and rest their tired bodies, but they’ve got a take or two left to do before the light starts to fade over the horizon. it’s nice to feel the wind on his face and the sun on his skin after being cooped up inside practise rooms for so long. 

he usually only gets to go out when the sun is bright and warm when he goes to grab lunch from his favourite little cafe near the training building. this, being outside for pretty much the whole day, being able to bury his toes in the sand and smell the ocean breeze, is enough to lift his spirits to the point he feels like he’s floating. 

things feel rather dull these days. of course, preparing for their anniversary single takes up their time, but with just one song to focus on it can get tiring pretty quickly - he and jihoon have shared that thought a lot recently. it had gotten to the point that they’d hidden themselves away in one of the sound proofed vocal rooms and screamed till their voices went hoarse. 

turned out to be great stress-relief.

his eyes trail over to taeyong, not to far away, and he smiles to himself. eyes trailing over each and every member he finally turns his eyes back to the sea and sighs, feeling more content than he had in many months. he’s doing better mentally, at least for now. having taeyong around helps - he’s not sure how he’d have coped without him. he’s had a little more time recently to see his friends in the evenings on weekends, or take time for himself to walk around and enjoy his freedom - even if their manager doesn’t like him being out on his own so often. 

ten needs his freedom, his time alone, outside practise rooms and dorms. he’s not getting himself in any trouble, simply seeing important people, or walking through a park at midnight with a triangle kimbap and banana milk. life right now feels slow, and though slow irritates him, it seems a lot better for him than fast right now - promotions for their comeback had taken so much out of him and battered him right down to rock bottom - it had taken a while to build himself back up. 

things seem to fluctuate, and though ten suffers during promotions, he takes the time to heal and come back to himself and his loved ones in the months between. he just wishes he didn’t feel like taeyong was the only person he could really turn to in times of need, and though he knows the other boys are there for him without question, it’s hard to let himself open up to people. 

he’s trying, though, and that’s all that matters right now. 

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rkohsehun‌:

sehun couldn’t wrap his head around how anyone could hate someone like ten. he was nice and sweet, but he’s probably being biased because they were good friends and they are together in a group. but maybe that’s just him not entirely getting the idea of hating anyone. he says he hates his brother all the time but he knows that’s just a front for most of the time (or when he’s being annoying, which, in his terms, is all the time). but he doesn’t know the whole story, and he knows it’s a little too personal to pry so he shrugs instead, giving ten a small smile. “well then, they’re missing a lot. you’re a fun person. it’s their loss,” if there’s anyone who can understand how kind encourage words work its magic, it’s sehun.

“yeah? I was pleasantly surprised to meet someone i was eye level with. he’s a nice hyung. I’m glad you’re with him,” he grins. it was years ago and he’s still partly surprised but very happy to have hit it off well with johnny and it’s been a while since they last hung out. now that he thinks about it, it’s been a while since he’s been out with any of his friends. it’s a little sad. he should really do something about that soon. “and of course you’ll be the troublemaker,” sehun winks back and laughs. ten has always been one of the playful members (he thinks they’re all very playful and quirky in their own way). it’s endearing, in a way, and he likes how this dynamic actually works for everyone.

“don’t tell the others, but I actually enjoy being babied,” sehun grins, although he knew that that little information isn’t exactly a secret. everyone’s probably lost count on how much he whines for something or anything. at this point, he’s just glad no one’s hit him for being too whiny. “ah, that does looks delicious. I’ll have it then, or anything you’ll be getting,” he replies. he pauses, however, at the idea of pushing their beds together. everyone knew how much they love snuggles. they’re like little kittens, always up for some nice, warm hug. specially when sleeping. he’s almost positive that it’s become normal for the members so see them in each other’s beds in the morning, curled up and sleeping soundly with their limbs tangled together because it was warmer that way. pushing their beds together doesn’t sound too bad when he thinks about it. it meant a bigger bed and that they could all cuddle together without worrying about someone accidentally falling off.

“that sounds awesome, actually,” he beams, nodding his head eagerly already and forgetting about food. “do you think they’ll allow us to do that? or if taeyong hyung would mind? because I’d be down for it! then you can both baby me more and we’ll have a bigger bed! hyung, you’re a genius!”

ten shrugs, thinking of his family back in bangkok - he’d rather they didn’t ever want to see him again, so he doesn’t have to think about seeing them either. “it’s okay, i hate them too. it’s mutual.” he assures sehun with a easy laugh. he’s long since gotten over his bad relationship with his father and brother; they ruined his childhood, sure, but they’re not able to touch his adult life, and he’s going to do everything he can to keep it that way. 

“he’s... yeah, he’s the best thing that happened to me in a long time - him and convex. my two more important things in life, well... and my mum’s family.” it’s been a while since he’s seen his younger brother and sister, and he worries that they’ll forget him soon. he makes a mental note to ask to have dinner at home with his mum soon, so he can see them again, even if only for a few hours. “we should definitely go for a double date.”

he orders their food when the waiter stops at their table, trying not to worry about just how much he feels like he’s ordering. at first, the bed idea was just a joke - despite him having thought about it multiple times before, but when sehun responds so positively, giving the idea the green light, ten beams. “i don’t think they really care what we do to the room as long as we don’t break anything or put a hole in the wall. i’m pretty sure it’s big enough to fit all our beds pushed together - the bunk bed comes apart. i checked.” 

their drinks arrive before their food, and ten sips at his glass of ice water, straw tucked between his teeth and elbows on the table. “we should ask taeyongie if he wants to - i’m sure he’d say yes.”

‹ dinner date ›

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jacerk‌:

“more pressing worries? like what?“ jihoon asks, keeping the conversation going. he was pretty good at multi tasking, he learned that while he was still a trc trainee, a solid three years ago, he thinks, not really sure. however, maybe he was tired and that was the reason he struggled with the whole multitasking, but he enjoyed ten’s company right now. he wouldn’t leave him just to do this stupid maths homework.

“uni, maths, differentiation.“ he answers as ten sits up to look at the question, shrugging ta the statement. “i enjoy it, it always makes sense.“ jihoon adds, because that was the only reason he choseto do this subject, it was one that he could always study by himself and he rarely needed to show up to lessons. he always handed his work on time, always went to tests, everything was going smoothly for him, apart from the mild stress of doing so much at once, being an idol and uni. he needed to have a back up plan.

“its not that bad. i just haven’t been able to go to uni as much, but its good. the teachers are pretty chill about attendance.“ he explains, leaning forward with a small sigh and looking over the question again “it was my best subject at highschool.“ jihoon laughs, remembering how he never really studied for it, it was always learn in class and don’t bother ever again. so doing university work without being there during the lectures, really was going against his school ethics, but he adapted and studied with yien most of the time nowadays, the only other member going to uni.

“like how to seduce liam hemsworth.” he jokes, though his voice remains entirely serious. with a wistful sigh he shakes his head and closes his eyes, “i don’t have any ideas yet, though.” things with jihoon have changed a lot since they first met, from jihoon wanting to murder him, to them comfortably chatting, ten’s head in jihoon’s lap. ten’s no longer worried that jihoon will strangle him in his sleep, so he’d like to think their friendship growth was a noteworthy one. 

“i guess. i suppose i didn’t like it for that reason though. i like arbitrary, thoughtful, deep things. but then i’m dramatic, and emotionally driven.” he shrugs, grimacing still at the maths equations. “sometimes i think i should’ve stayed in uni, just in case, y’know. is it too late to go back?” he half jokes. it’s not something he thinks of often, but it is something he has thought of more than once. he misses the structure, but he’s sure the stress might kill him. 

“must be hard juggling uni and being an idol. i didn’t even attempt it. i dropped out as soon as training for convex started. “it was one of my best too, though i didn’t actually are about it. i liked art, and dance class most. anything expressive.”

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rkxjinki‌:

goodness, he’s blushing at ten’s words— he? aged like fine wine? far from it. the laugh that spills from his lips is more in shock than agreement. perhaps a dry wine would suit the singer. 

though those thoughts were far too dark to dwell on right now, making sure he could catch up with his members in the routine was imperative. and ten was undoubtedly sharp in his gestures, jinki always watched with childlike awe when his fellow member danced.

but that doesn’t stray away from the worry he carries for the younger. he knew of the … eating limitations, to say the least. jinki made sure he could sly an extra slice of protein filled chicken for ten, though that was done through ( not so ) subtle motions. his hand tepidly made it’s way to his friends shoulder and he patted it reassuringly.

“you’re doing well. i know there’s a little voice that tells you that … well isn’t enough, it needs to be perfect, but know that voice doesn’t dictate everything else, okay?” but that’s easier said than done, for that he knew far too well. it prompted him to let out a sheepish laugh and a hand slid back to rub the back of his neck, timidly averting his gaze. “i’m being a real old man, huh? i promise i won’t smell like one too!”

ten appreciates that jinki cares about him and his well being - he knows having other people checking on him is for the best, but he can’t help but worry about being a burden on people, so he tries not to let them see when he’s struggling. he’s been doing much better in the past few months, especially since their promotions had ended, though he knows the nearer they get to their anniversary, the worse the stress will be. 

he’s not entirely sure of what he should say back, because part of him is agreeing, and assuring him that he does know that, the other half though, well it’s still pretty loud, and telling him that he does have to be perfect, and he certainly isn’t there yet. so, he simply forces a smile and nods slowly. “i’m... trying to not worry so much about... things.” 

but the air seems to release some tension as jinki returns to his ‘i’m old’ agenda, and ten rolls his eyes. “maybe i like old men.” he comments with a playful wink, then laughs and moves to the stereo, starting the music up on loop again and slipping the little remote control into his pocket. “you’re really not that old, hyung. if you keep saying you are you might just speak it into existence if you’re not careful!” 

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jacerk‌:

“i hate this dance and i hate this song.“ is literally the only thing jihoon has been saying for over an hour and he’s starting to get annoyed at himself. he can’t even think what must be going through ten’s head, he probably hated him by now. it wasn’t rare for jihoon to be like this, having listened to the song non stop, it’s gotten beyond the point of even wanting to slam his head against a wall. with other comebacks they had more than one song to listen to, and it was rather refreshing, but this.. this was pure torture.

“i can’t do this anymore.“ he says, one last time before he’s headed to the stereo to shut off this song and maybe play something else. “have you listened to me gustas tu? now that’s a bop.” he mutters once the music has stopped but he doesn’t play the song he just mentioned. he doesn’t think adore u is a bad song, but he’s listened the shit out of it by now. instead jihoon crotches down, fingers pressing against his temples as he can already feel the headache getting beyond bearable. maybe he looks like he’s having a mental break down, but he’s just tired. for the first time in his life, he is tired because the past few weeks haven’t been easy on him and he’s kept quiet. 

it’s almost like a mantra - jihoon crying out his hatred for their anniversary song. ten doesn’t exactly disagree right now though, when his heads spinning with the lyrics and he’s practically dancing the choreo in his sleep. he hasn’t said anything each time jihoon’s grumbled about the song in the past hour or so, and he’s not going to now, he thinks. let the boy lament, he deserves it, ten thinks.

he’s sort of thankful when jihoon goes to turn the music off. his head was really beginning to hurt. “even the best of songs can get annoying if you listen to it enough.” he simply comments, walking over to his backpack and tugging out a bottle of water. he slides his back down the wall until he’s sat with his knees against his chest on the floor, uncapping the bottle and taking a gulp. “you look like there’s more than just the song bothering you though.” it isn’t an immediate observation - jihoon’s just looked a bit more stressed or down over the past few weeks, and though ten hasn’t asked, of course he’s wondered. 

he’s not going to pry though.

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junerk‌:

he wasn’t the best when it came to keeping up with his sunbaes. he wasn’t a fan of chaos or she’z really, he just liked lee seunggi and a few indie artists. really, he wasn’t the most studied idol in training, but if he kept up with anyone well enough, it was convex. one of his best friends was a member of the group, so he couldn’t help but keep an eye on them. so far all of his sunbaes that he had met had been kind to him as well, including zero. 

running into him in the sphere building, it was rare, but he was happy about it, bearing a friendly, warm smile as he laid eyes on him. “hey sunbae!” he greets excitedly, bowing out of respect. “congratulations on convex’s successful promotions! you must be pretty happy and proud.” june would’ve been happy and proud if the group he had debuted in had won first place on a music show. 

“do you guys get a break now? or are you onto more promotion preparations?” in all honesty, june wasn’t certain how it all worked still. even within their own halls things were pretty secretive and tight lipped. he never got to see how promotion prep worked, or how long it took, nothing. convex was kept pretty separate from the trainees, as any sunbae group would be. still, june was clueless about the process, and he couldn’t curb his curiosity. 

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ten, admittedly, is awful at keeping up with people who aren’t in his immediate circle, or aren’t his fellow group members. he’s sure he’s met most of the trainees at some point or other, but he’d be really surprised if he remembered all of their names. of course, ten’s never anything but nice to them, because he remembers just how stressful being a trainee was, despite him being a normal trainee only for a few months before being put in special training to prepare for debut. he was a lucky one, and he’s fully aware that many of these other trainees have been preparing, and fighting for their places in the company for years. 

he’s difficult to find, usually, as he rarely spends time in the company canteen, usually just staying in the practise rooms to keep working, having brought everything he might need in his backpack. today, however, he’s let himself go for a walk to clear his head, all the practising and stressing getting to his head and making his brain pound on the inside of his skull. 

he’s stopped by a lone voice in the previously almost empty corridor. his head raises from where it had hung, his eyes on the floor, and he looks over at the trainee, who’s name he thankfully remembers. june. he was signed from the mgas the previous year. breaking into a smile he bows back just enough to be polite, though his muscles scream at him. “thank you! yeah it... it’s a very validating feeling.” he’s not sure how to describe it other than overwhelming relief, as if a weight was yanked off his shoulders. having physical proof that there were people out there supporting him really helped keep his morale up. 

ten laughs, shaking his head. “no rest for the wicked! i can’t really... go into detail of course but we’re always working on new stuff. it’s nice though; you never get bored. i would like to sleep a bit more though.” the laughter that follows his words is laced with what he’s sure is crystal clear exhaustion - but he supposes that comes with the territory of being an idol. you’ll never be fully rested. “how about you and the other trainees? what are you guys up to?”

sunbaeeeee.

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rkxjinki‌:

jinki was especially enamoured by the choreography. he was sat in the side of the room while they worked out the intricate nature of moves they could perform, and maybe it was the caffeine brimming throughout his body, but he was rather excited to see what could come up.

seeing ten’s face pop up only made his own smile grow wider. his fellow friend was incredibly intrinsic when it came to performing dance moves with their snaps and pops, he yearned to move like him. he might never reach that level of skill, but he could still take time to make sure he delivered performable moves that are to the liking of fans and their coaches.

“hey!” jinki chirps happily, a bright smile spreading across his features. “i don’t even have to ask if you came up with good stuff, huh?” his arm playfully drapes around ten’s neck and he cradles him in close. “i hope you’re truly doing okay, though.” the words are uttered quietly in his ear before he pulls away.“let’s do this! whip my old butt into shape!“

there’s beads of sweat trailing down the sides of ten’s face, and he’s trying his hardest to ignore the familiar, yet ever bothersome ache in his limbs as he pushes through with practising. this month is relatively busy - their performance at sbs summer concert only followed by more preparations for their anniversary release. 

he’s got to keep crisp, sharp, and have his moves perfected for when they begin filming, so he’s really been pushing himself these past few days. eventually, however, he decides to let himself take a breather with the other boys, letting himself collapse beside the nearest person to him, who happens to be jinki. easily, he leans against him and takes a swig of his water bottle. 

jinki’s perkiness, and bright smile seems infectious; ten can’t help but smile back. “we all did. kibum and yixing are more experienced than me, hyung.” despite him feeling he’s improving, and getting better at choreographing and honing his skills, he knows he’ll always be a step behind yixing and kibum, who had prepared to be idols much longer than he had. 

the quieter words make him stiffen a little, then sag. “i’m trying. i promise.” he is, it’s true, he wants to feel better, it’s just hard, especially when he knows there’s no way he could get any professional help, no way he could admit to their managers that he’s struggling and needs to see someone about it. he’s disposable, and he can’t risk them getting rid of dead weight. 

with a laugh, he takes another swig of water then sets his bottle down and pushes himself back to his feet, holding out a hand to help jinki up. “you’re not old, you’re just aged. like fine wine.”

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yutark‌:

When Yuta had first met Ten, he’d thought that the human’s infatuation would die down over time, slowly fade as he came to terms with the truth of what being food for a vampire was. He’d seen it happen a number of times, watched the lights in their eyes shift from utter fascination and want, to dull, empty holes, staring at their own mortality the longer they were around him; drained, bit by bit, of their affections for him. It was different with Ten, whose fervour seemed to only increase the longer they were around one another; every whine in discontent at separation and pout forming on his lips at the loss of contact between them. Sometimes Yuta liked to tease Ten, test how far her could go, how long he could go for, how deep the well of Ten’s love for him truly plunged. 

He hadn’t found the bottom yet. Not of Ten’s attention, nor his devotion.

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ten often wonders whether yuta only keeps him around because he sees him as a pet, as well as a regular, easily caught meal. he’d like to believe he meant more to yuta than a mere pet, or a bag of blood for him to regularly feed from. it wasn’t as though he could bring himself to ask though, as he feared the answer. it could be a good one, that would make him feel a lot more secure in himself, and his place in yuta’s life, or it could shatter this illusion he has of them being a loving couple - of yuta keeping ten in his life because he had feelings for him. 

ten’s just a human though, so he knows the prior is the more likely answer. 

so he pretends he doesn’t care to ask, that he’s happy enough just living as things are, with nothing said aloud, everything rather dubious. he has to be okay with it, because really, yuta is all he has now. he pushed away everyone else just to be with him. he wonders what his family would say if he came crawling back.

it wouldn’t happen, but he takes the time to wonder once in a while. 

he smirks at yuta’s words, laughing softly. he takes his time to reply, making sure he’s chewed and swallowed before he does. “you should still take me out. no dinner’s perfect without being ravaged on the table.” he pictures it, and a light flush adorns his cheeks as his skin heats up, mind running wild with such little prompting. 

ten watches yuta, as he put the apple slice between his teeth, and chews on his bottom lip for a moment, eyes heavy-lidded. leaning in he takes the end of the apple slice between his own teeth and nudges the tip of his nose against yuta’s, the corners of his lips quirking up a little as he tugs it from yuta’s mouth and devours it in seconds. the apple, already boring, has only become more-so, ten’s attention on yuta’s lips and fingers now. “how much more do i have to eat?” he whines softly. 

— mine, always (au)

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event: practising ‘adore u’ choreo location: sphere building // practise room date: june 12th // 2:34pm

ten’s been wracking his brains for a day now, and he’s come up with nothing choreo-wise so far, and it’s starting to agitate him. this is his area. he’s a dancer, and he loves to choreograph things himself, so why is he finding it so hard to get something down for adore u? he knows the few seconds he needs to fill, but finding something to fit the start of it is difficult. 

at first, he wanted to work on it on his own, but now he’s beginning to think he’d have a better chance of coming up with something if he just worked with the other boys. surely if they all work together enough they can figure something out. he has a tiny idea here, a tiny idea there, but putting it all together and filling in the gaps - that’ll take outside help. 

he sits himself down, back against the mirror to take a break. tugging a water bottle out of his bag he takes a few gulps, then replaces it in his hands for a carton of chocolate milk. ripping the straw off the side, unwrapping it, and poking it into the foil-covered hole on top he wraps his lips round the straw and closes his eyes as he sucks. 

ah, chocolate.

he thinks over the past few months as he sits there, wondering what the fans are currently thinking of their songs, their performances, their vlives. he wonders what they think their personalities are like, and he wonders how many fans he himself has alone. recently he’d been pondering making a secret twitter account, and he’d long since stopped using his personal one. he just wanted to immerse himself in their fans world, and since he was able to speak multiple languages he could get a good insights into both korean fans opinions of them, as well as international fans. 

he’s not sure that he’d be allowed, though. so, he knows he’d have to keep it a heavily guarded secret. he already knows he’d pretend he was a simple taeyong fan from seoul, just like many other fans were. from his brief scrolls through some searches on twitter he’d already seen a lot of fansites opening for taeyong, as well as the other members of course, but he particularly liked looking at taeyong ones, seeing the pretty pictures people took of him. 

if he wasn’t in convex, he thinks he’d probably have become a taeyong fansite too, just to follow his best friend around and take pictures of him. he sort of already does that anyway, though most of his pictures stay tucked in a shoebox under his bed, or are given to yuta as presents. pretty polaroids of the sleeping kitten are his favourite. 

he watches kibum and yixing across the room, heads together as they work on the choreography together. smiling to himself he leans his head back, eyes closing to listen to adore u playing on the stereo in the corner of the room, on replay, so it sticks in their heads. 

ten thinks it might be one of his favourite songs they’ve made so far. 

so, he listens, and thinks of the existing choreo, hands moving on their own to subtly follow the moves in his head as he tries to think of something fitting to put in the few seconds the performance teams been given to fill. it’s going to be a lot of work, but together he knows they’ll come up with something - he has faith in his group. 

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jihoon most definitely does not enjoy being squashed into a suitcase, he can say that much, but none of the members seemed to care much. after all, it was a weird party trick they made him do, and sehun even shoved him in cupboards. maybe it was a curse, but he was getting used to it by now. afterall, it wasn’t everyday you met someone who could bend that much.

ten’s explanation almost makes him sigh. maybe ten and seungcheol weren’t that different afterall, but who was he to make accusations like that. however, he thinks a bit before saying anything, and instead, just focuses on the maths problem he has been struggling with for a while now. he would definitely have to message some course mates to get this one done “why dwell on it? its been a while now.. it gets old.” he adds soon after.

the whole throw up comment makes jihoon frown. was he really that heartless? it made him think, placing his pen down on the book and leaning back as he closed his eyes. he really, really wants to say that ten is overreacting, its at the tip of his tongue, but he knows what happened last time he said that, about this same prank. so instead, he sighs and runs his hand through the older boy’s hair, closing his own eyes “can we change the topic, please?” he asks, not even having the energy to keep up the conversations about this prank. right now, he was even willing to talk ten through the stupid differentiation question to get their minds off something that happened weeks ago.

ten can tell jihoon isn’t very interested in continuing the topic of conversation even before he asks to change the subject. he doesn’t much care for it either - he only talked about it because jihoon brought it up - so he shrugs, “i’m not dwelling, i don’t care anymore. i’ve moved on to more pressing worries.” he says vaguely. 

“anyway, what are you frowning so deep at?” he asks, sitting up a little to peer at whatever jihoon’s working on. when he sees mathematical equations and numbers scattered around he frowns. “i hate maths.” he was pretty good at it in school, but never cared much for it - he just got good grades because it came naturally. 

ten realised a long time ago that he gives off an aura of being rather brainless, but anyone who hadn’t known him in high school would probably be surprised by his report cards, and how he always managed to be very near the top in almost all classes. he just preferred to use his brains for scheming, rather than the way most other people used them - for learning, or creating. his only creative use for his brain was drawing and choreographing.

●// warm cuppa tea

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woohyun’s definitely one of the worry-warts of the group, and it’s never bothered him. he likes being able to take care of people, especially his fellow members of convex. they’re learning to be friends, to be brothers within the industry and he wants to be able to take care of them and help them ease any sort of their worries while he’s there. so it’s with no hesitation that he offers ten the water bottle and give him words of praise.

“you’re welcome.” woohyun offers softly, raking a hand through his hair, grimacing at the feeling of sweat damp on the back of his neck, matting into his hair. he turns his head to the side as he stretches out his neck idly, humming in acknowledgement. “the choreography is much more intense this time.” he mutters softly, feeling the dulled throbs of discomfort in his legs. tell-tale signs of too much work, but woohyun’s grown to learn to accept it. he reaches up to pat the other’s head gently, chuckling.

“sleepy, sleepy.” he comments, smiling to himself. “should i carry you? i can definitely try. i don’t have many muscles, but you seem like. i’m sure i can?” he grins cheekily at the younger. “too tired to walk? you really must have worked hard today.”

ten knows that woohyun worries - he’s been around him long enough to pick up on it. it’s rather reassuring to have him around, since ten also knows he’s definitely not good at looking after himself, let alone anyone else. it’s why he never had any pets - he knew he’d not be good at looking after them, especially in his final high school year. 

woohyun’s right; the choreo is slightly tougher this time, but ten loves it. he likes how he feels challenged a certain points, how it takes all his energy to finish the dance. he likes to feel as though his limbs are made of jelly at the end of the day, so that it’s easier to fall asleep at night, if he ever finds himself unable to sleep beside taeyong or sehun. sleep is easier caught when he feels like his bones are made of lead. 

he leans into the pat to his head with a smile, fitting himself better against woohyun’s side and sighing softly. he giggles at woohyun’s seriousness, but is touched by his instant willingness to try and help ten however he can. “i’m only joking, hyung. i wouldn’t make you carry me. i’m sure you’re tired too.” but he thanks him wordlessly for being so ready to offer his assistance by curling his arms round his middle and squeezing him in a hug for a moment. 

“though i don’t doubt your incredible muscles at all!”

water fairy,

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mark keeps his fingers clasped onto ten’s and and eventually the two move to just simply holding hands nicely. the two were walking across the street when mark suddenly felt eyes piercing through him. when he did turn around to check, ten began talking. when he mentions seokwoo mark turns his head back, cheeks red. he already knew seokwoo and he really didn’t want to tell ten he used to have a crush on the guy…

“i know seokwoo hyung. i used to do some modelling for his company before, uh, he got signed.” he adds softly, unsure, as if he would get in trouble for stating that. but he knows ten wouldn’t really be that mad.

when he’s told he doesn’t have to use sunbaenim, mark relaxes. he thinks it would be kinda stuffy if he had to do it. though calling him ten hyung in front of other trainees might be a little weird. but if ten said it’s okay then it’s okay!

their arms swing as they walk into the cute little cafe. they take a seat in the back area, far from the windows and a little darker due to the lights not hitting the exact spots. so they huddle up as mark looks at the menu. everything looks pretty good! “hyung can i get the chicken salad sandwich and a lemonade please?”

ten knows it’s perfectly safe for him to be seen holding mark’s hand - not only is mark a lot younger than him, ten thinks he has, by now, firmly established that he’s ‘the affectionate one’ in the group, so hand holding with someone he’s friends with isn’t something people will put romantic connotations on now. of course, he’d be a little worried if anyone put romantic connotations on him holding hands with mark, since he’s such a young, baby boy. 

“you did?! that’s so cool. he’s really handsome. i’d probably have had a crush on him if i didn’t have johnny, but then i think i only think so because he’s tall.” he laughs, noticing just how much happier and relaxed he feels talking to mark, knowing he can talk freely and not have to hide anything about himself with him. mark is a part of ten’s life outside being an idol, outside of his working life - mark’s a friend, just like yuta, and kun, and even taeyong despite him being ten’s ‘colleague’. 

as they enter the cafe the lady behind the counter smiles at ten, and he smiles back - he’s in there so often now they know each other by name. he’s excited for mark to try their stuff, since he thinks they’re such a good quality cafe. “sure thing, markie.” ten already knows his order, and so with a pat to mark’s head he gets up to go to the counter and quickly order, his usual, a hot chocolate. he ponders getting something to eat for a moment, before old habits step in and he holds back, paying quickly and making his way back to mark to wait for their food and drinks to be brought to the table. 

“so, how are you liking being a trainee?”

— under my wing

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zero_convex are you guys enjoying the summer so far? make sure to stay hydrated! hopefully i’ll be seeing you guys again soon ~ i’m working hard right now to keep improving and bringing you all new things!

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