Walking In The Sunshine

walking in the sunshine

this look needs a cb

💃 - kyunga

ssʜʜ.. ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ 》 accepting !!

💃 ; for a talent that they keep hidden.

there’s little that people know about kyunga in spite of being mute. when she was younger, she was incredibly talented, to the point that her talent was confused for that of her twins since they were constantly mistaken. more often then not, however, she preferred being on the sidelines while her sister was in the spotlight. she likes to sing when she’s alone-- when no one can attest to her talent. the one that people see often, however, is when she’s out in the common room space in the share house and writing lyrics for the next song the pretty reckless will sing. 

i dare you to tag your first kpop bias ever

there’s nothing simple about the way she moves her feet, the way her eyes wander around the crowd with little disinterest towards other able bodied people that couldn’t break her from her concentration. she had been standing exactly seventy feet from the fountain. one swift movement and that would’ve been her entire day-- the goal of making a shot into the fountain with little to no plan of getting anything done that day. there was a beautiful italian saying she had heard once when she lived there, beautiful enough that she had it engraved onto her skin.  Dolce far Niente: the sweetness of doing nothing. a year ago she would’ve laughed at it, questioned the very meaning of the phrase and scoffed because there was no possible way nothing could be exciting. 

it had taken her the year in italy to find the meaning-- to embrace the art of doing nothing. and it had been one of those days. if she could focus. a flash of colors caught her attention and suddenly she’s not throwing a penny anymore. “i like the pink but whoever you’re trying to impress might think it’s too strong,” she quips but then shakes her head and smiles again. “you know what, i think the pink suits you. but why is it important?”

@lcststvr​. 

          HIS  BIG  BREAK  ——  he  swears  this  one  will  be  it,   just  as  he  did  the  last  time  failure  came  his  way  (  quite  cruelly  at  that  ),  and  the  handful  of  times  before  this.  still,  he’s  here,  approaching  things  from  a  different  angle  this  time :  an  improved   wardrobe.  standing  before  the  mirror,  he  turns  towards  the  person  beside  him,  introducing  his  problem  with  a  frustrated  huff. “  hey,  hi.  hi.  help?  this — ”  a  pale  pink  dress  shirt  is  dragged  in  front  of  the  clothing  he  already  has  on,  head  held  high  and  eyebrows  furrowed  to  show  the  full  potential.  “ or this? ”  he  puts  down  the  first  shirt  and  puts  another  on  display  atop  of  his  chest,  this  time  a  navy  color.  another  pause,  same  expression  as  before,  before  he  holds  both  out.  “  this  is  a  big  deal,  so  please consider  your  answer  carefully.  i’m  stuck. ”  never  mind  the  fact  that  he’s  bombed  his  audition  in  an  assortment  of  outfits  ;  he  swears  this  is  the  key  to  success,  and  his  bubble  won’t  burst  easily.

guns and roses  ↬ @pareidoliacal

there’s always something exhilarating once he finished a set. light sweeping across the room and beaming down at him made moonsik gleam as bright as a star during it’s prime. his smile dazzles those that can spare him a second glance, entrances them with his silk vocal cords and traps them the minute he steps off the platform. it was no secret he had a number of admirers, however he wasn’t one to blur the line between fantasy and reality. he was always coordial with fans, embracing them with a hug he had trained himself to know almost as second nature as breathing. moonsik wasn’t one to reject a drink or a quick chat-- humbling accepting the gifts as gestures of gratitude as long as his band members can join in as well. 

parties weren’t an uncommon area for the band to play considering the amount of people that raved about the relatable lyrics and sound that grazed against all genres. his band was incredibly well known on campus, playing as far and wide as the pretty reckless could reach. each party they played, the members were allowed to stay and mingle, become normal college students rather than the celebrities they become once they hit the stage. and that’s exactly what he was doing, mingled between the rest of his classmates and a couple band members playing beer pong on a table that was sure to collapse on them any minute. how it was handling the aggressive swats of the over zealous players was beyond him. 

pearly whites flash as he turns to rin with a haze as he chucks the white ball across the table. a laugh errupts from his lips as he sees it land into the cup and pointing to the other team admittedly. “if we stick together tonight we might actually have a chance to win this,” admittedly he ignored the dwindled number of cups on their side of the table from the poor execution of his throws. “if not we might just not make it to class tomorrow for those fucking midterms.”