lgcwenjun

[lgcwenjun]

english. wenjun is horrible enough at korean as it is – and now he's forced to take english lessons. which quite honestly, is mortifying for someone like him. he'd spent so long trying to find a way to verbalize his thoughts in korean, to create coherent sentences that wouldn't leave him looking like a fool, and now he's thrown to english.

but it makes sense, after all, to be an idol you'd need to be global. and english is a global language. wenjun can't be satisfied with just his mandarin and now slightly more than subpar korean.

he sits in what reminds him of a classroom uncomfortably, lips parting as he runs through the short list of english that he's familiar with, when he hears a familiar voice. his eyes light up, and a smile immediately graces his face when he sees the boy. "minjun!" he beams, and he quickly waves the younger boy over before grabbing his hand to hold. "yes! i'm so glad it's you! i feel a lot less nervous now," wenjun says, holding a hand to his chest. "i've been practicing my conversational english but... i'm still... not very confident," he confesses.

lost in translation

ft. @lgcwenjun

it was definitely tiring, but at the same time, it was refreshing; welcoming, even. the training period had been exhausting and, most of time, minjun just wanted to sleep when the vocal, dancing, and rapping lessons to end but he knew there was also some room for some more.

And this was exciting - and a little shameful- because getting feedback on his lack of skill in another language ruined some of his plans. sometimes he wished people had pointed that out earlier so he could fix it, but the opportunity was right there right now and he wasn't going to miss it.

"oh, fancy meeting you here." minjun smiled, as soon as the familiar face of his former roommate came into focus - oh, the English classes just got more interesting. "are you going to be my partner?"

#lgcmjun #lgc:langbootcamp #( its perfect thank you!!! <3

[lgcwenjun]

wenjun’s never seen seyoon like this – or at the very least, he’s never had seyoon act this way towards him. it tugs at the strings of his heart, makes it feel like it’s sinking, like an impending doom is soon approaching. wenjun quickly discovers that he dislikes the feeling and frowns.

he lets both his hands rest on seyoon’s cheek, studying his friend’s face. dark circles, unshaven face. a wreck, wenjun thinks. seyoon looks like a wreck and it breaks his heart. still, the action of seyoon smoothing wenjun’s brows has him relaxing just a little. somehow even in this moment, seyoon is in a way, taking care of wenjun. looking out for him. he feels a little guilty, he wants to be the one taking care of seyoon instead. but he lets the boy talk, listens attentively for his explanation. 

except wenjun doesn’t quite get it. all this talk about oranges and lemons. about a lemon wanting to be an orange. was seyoon a fruit? he tilts his head, and remains quiet for a moment, attempting to unscramble the words in his mind. the last few months he’s been working hard on his korean leading up to his debut with nknd, though he’s thankful that it’s useful here, right now, with seyoon in front of him. 

wenjun bites at his bottom lip, tugging at it a little. “i think… i get it,” he says after a moment, blinking as he tries to figure out seyoon’s comparisons to fruits. though his hands don’t once leave his friend’s face. 

“but… i don’t think being a lemon is a bad thing,” wenjun says slowly, the gears turning in his head. “you don’t have to be a sour lemon. you could be a lemon blossom. you know… lemon trees usually produce these really beautiful white flowers all year round,” this time it’s wenjun’s turn to make comparisons to the only thing that he knows of – flowers and plants. “i’m pretty sure lemon blossoms mean love, and the promise to be true. it’s beautiful, right?” he smiles and gently pats seyoon’s cheek. “just like you.”

he pulls his hand away and once again, the kimchi by the counter catches his attention. his chest aches once more. wenjun walks over to kimchi and slowly, he begins to clean up the mess. “you should eat something else for breakfast. i brought you some snacks from my hometown. you should have that while i whip you up something to eat. maybe pancakes?”

he turns to seyoon, and smiles. “also i… never thought of being sour as a bad thing. my favourite dessert is lemon pie, you know? i’ve always preferred lemons over oranges.” he walks over to seyoon and pats seyoon’s cheek once more. “do you want to talk things out? i’m not very good with words, but i promise that i’m a good listener. i want to listen to you, and i want to know more about these last few months.” wenjun isn’t sure if he’s able to help, if he’s the kind of person that has any power to help seyoon, but he’d like to at the very least be someone seyoon can rely on. 

WENJUN:

(...) using both his hands, he cups seyoon’s face, frowning. “you didn’t shave, and you’re eating kimchi covered in ashes for breakfast. what’s going on? are you alright?” he takes a better look at seyoon, notices the dark circles and his brows only furrow even more. “seyoon… did something happen?”

"Babe, don't worry, I ate the kimchi BEFORE the ashes started going in," Seyoon promised dryly. "I am not that crazy." He rolled his eyes. Yet.

He gotta give it to Wenjun though - the guy's got some boldness. Normally, people walk away from uncertain situations. Ya know, avoid those loose canons so their pretty faces won't get exploded on. Here this one was, walking right up to the loose canon...taking the cigarette away from the loose canon, and now touching the loose canon?

Wenjun, no. Bad.

Seyoon considered grumbling over his lost cigarette, now understanding perfectly how his dear Seunghyun must have felt, discovering his whole stash missing. In the end, though, he decided to not waste his breath. "I am fine," he said because that was the universally acceptable answer to this lovely question. "Just peachy." He blamed his initial shock for not dodging Wenjun's hands fast enough and now that he already got caught, he figured he'd just...allow.

It totally wasn't like Wenjun's response about him being here for Seyoon too placated him or anything.

"Okay okay, don't frown, I'll tell you." Seyoon lifted the hand that wasn't used to hold the cigarette and smoothed his thumb over Wenjun's knotted brows. "I guess the best way to summarize is...I've been having a couple of shitty months." How should he explain his mental state? "Right, so you are an orange. Okay? You and Yoojoon and most other people are oranges. Juicy, sweet, round, and adorable lil oranges. This world loves and appreciates oranges." He wished he had one for reference but no. "And I am...a lemon. Born a lemon, raised to be an orange but still ultimately a lemon. Sure, we are all bright yellow and summery looking...Might look cheerful on a kitchen counter next to a bunch of other fruits but if you take a big enough bite, you'd realize we are sour inside." Great, he probably wasn't making any sense. Should have grabbed some coffee before he started this.

"The point is, I don't want to be a lemon. I want to be an orange like other people."

#seyoonlgc #( .yellowlemontree ) #( i dont have the old editor so it looks weird T_T #im sry this is so late and also SO LONG wenjun has a lot of feelings about this and seyoon!!!! #wenjun: fruits??? fruits?????

[lgcwenjun]

shorts! starter for @lgcyichen

growing up, wenjun had never been much of a cameraman. in high school his selfies were.. subpar, and the photos he took were nothing to write home about. still, perhaps it comes with the job – wenjun thinks his skills have gotten better. he isn’t totally clueless about how to take a good shot at something, and he knows his angles a little better than most.

it’s really brought to the test now though – standing in front of yichen with phone in hand. he’s tasked to film a short, not just any though. but one that introduces yichen to the world. to their future fans. fans. even the sound of that is thrilling to him. he feels excited yet all at the same time nervous. who is wenjun to have fans? what sort of live has he lived to lead him up to this point? but he doesn’t let thoughts like that plague his mind, instead he focuses on trying to get a good angle of yichen.

“i think this is a good spot,” he says, pointing to one that has fairly good lighting. “you look handsome!” wenjun beams, comfortable in his mother tongue. he gives yichen a thumbs up, glad that he’s being paired up with the older boy. there’s something comforting about the fact that he’s able to so freely express himself without worrying too much about his words. “i hope you’re ready, to charm all the fans!”

#lgcyichen #( .shorts ) #lgc:nknd #( i hope this is okay!!!

[lgcwenjun]

yoojoon likes him.

yoojoon likes wenjun. and this sudden realization has wenjun standing there in shock. when he’d decided to talk to yoojoon, to confess his feelings – in truth, he’d been ready to be faced with a rejection, had told his heart not to ache if yoojoon wanted nothing more than friendship out of him. wenjun, quite honestly, never thought the he had much to offer. why would someone like yoojoon ( adorable, sweet and kind – wenjun’s personification of the word perfect ) ever turn to like him. he feels a little breathless, really.

wenjun can’t move when yoojoon places his hand on his cheek. “huh?” is the only thing that he manages to say, the only thing that slips out of his mouth as he stares at the boy in front of him in shock. in hindsight, perhaps wenjun should have seen this coming. friends.. no, best friends, don’t kiss, and they don’t look at each other the way both yoojoon and wenjun do. for the longest time, what had lingered behind his gaze whenever his eyes found yoojoon was more than friendship, but it had taken wenjun weeks, no – months to realize this.

ah, but yoojoon did say that. yoojoon did tell him to see where this would take them. his cheeks feel hot. this can’t be real, he thinks. wenjun’s never gotten this lucky in his life. he isn’t used to this – isn’t used to affection like this, and from someone he cherished so closely in his heart. 

the shock only grows when yoojoon says that he’d want wenjun to be his boyfriend. boyfriend? wenjun blinks, and his throat goes dry. he hadn’t come here with that in mind – boyfriend seemed like something so far for him. a concept he hadn’t thought of between him and yoojoon. “boyfriend…?” he repeats, and he wonders how red he is, wonders how much of it he can blame on the cold wind. it doesn’t help that he’s wearing yoojoon’s jacket, and is now enveloped in his scent. 

this isn’t good, wenjun thinks. his heart might burst. he takes a step back, and shakes his head. “me?” he says, hand over his mouth, “trainees aren’t allowed to date…” he states, though it’s an obvious rule that many have broken here in legacy. just not one that wenjun ever thought that he would. 

overwhelmed by his own feelings, wenjun drops to his knees, squatting on the floor. “what should i do yoojoon? i really… i really like you too,” he says blinking up at his best friend. “i don't want to be just a friend to you anymore,” he’s a little breathless. “that’s okay right? it's okay for me to be a little greedy, right?”

Yoojoon keenly observes Wenjun's nervousness—of course he does, as he always seems attuned to every nuance of Wenjun's demeanor, whether Wenjun is aware of it or not. A flicker of concern passes through Yoojoon's mind, wondering if something has happened, if Wenjun is on the brink of expressing a desire to redefine their relationship—the kisses, the touches, everything that transcends the boundary of mere friendship.

In mere moments, Yoojoon finds himself mirroring Wenjun's nervous energy, striving to maintain composure, to inhale deeply and exhale slowly, while offering his complete attention to Wenjun's impending revelation. And in those same fleeting moments, if Yoojoon has felt nervousness before, it is nothing compared to the breathless sensation that washes over him when Wenjun confesses to harboring feelings beyond friendship. Yoojoon struggles to decipher the implications, uncertain if Wenjun is hinting at a desire for a serious romantic relationship.

Yet, amidst this whirlwind of emotions, Yoojoon can't help but marvel at Wenjun's remarkable ability—an enchanting power akin to magic, a testament to the profound impact Wenjun holds over him. Wenjun possesses the extraordinary ability to envelop them both in a bubble of intimacy, reducing the world to nothing but the two of them and their immediate surroundings. And now that Yoojoon has acknowledged it, this newfound intimacy feels simultaneously exhilarating and unnatural.

But there is nothing actually unnatural about Wenjun—not in the slightest. In fact, being with him feels as effortless as drawing a breath. In Wenjun's presence, Yoojoon feels a sense of completeness, as if he is rediscovering his true self. And he probably looks a lot like the cartoon characters of his childhood in this very moment, with hearts in their eyes and exaggerated hearts beating out of their chests.

"That's more than okay," Yoojoon responds quietly eventually, as though sharing a secret meant only for Wenjun's ears. "I thought it was obvious that I already like you as so much more than just a friend." He smiles warmly, carefully lifting his hands to cradle Wenjun's cheeks, his thumbs tracing the soft skin beneath. "Because... I wouldn't kiss you the way I do if I didn't like you. I wouldn't hold you the way I do if I didn't like you. Remember when I said, 'Let's see where this takes us'?"

As he speaks, Yoojoon's eyes gleam with unguarded sincerity and hope, his words infused with a tender affection. It's not just a feeling, nor merely chemistry—it's something tangible, something Yoojoon wears on his lips like a heart stitched onto the sleeve of a sweater. It's something that shines in his eyes, evident in his smile, for anyone who cares to look closely.

And as he gazes at Wenjun, Yoojoon's earnestness is palpable, his warmth unassuming, his care imbued with a hint of vulnerability. With eyes bright and voice steady, he lays bare his feelings, "It has taken me to liking you so much that I want you to be my boyfriend."

#lgcyoojoon #( .unease ) #( this got SO LONG!!!!!!!!

[lgcwenjun]

IN BLOOM - ZHANG HAO fancam 🌟 music bank (23072)

#( .vis ) #how is he so pretty warrghhh

[lgcwenjun]

on guard starter for @lgcminki

having minki be a trial member for nknd was something that wenjun was more than happy to hear about. despite his initial fear of minki ( see: being forced to wear eye drops ), he couldn't quite deny the fact that minki was a close and cherished friend of his. and minki was as well, crazy talented. someone that wenjun quite admired for his performance.

with debut seeming as though it was merely a few steps away though, the both of them have been practicing like crazy. days and nights spent in the practice room trying to perfect their performance. though it's finally sunday, and wenjun has somehow convinced minki to go out with him – grab some fresh air, and walk around a bit to ease their mind. it might be nice, he thinks, to get away from the stress of things for a bit.

"i'll wait downstairs and grab us some coffee from xx cafe first. i think i'll need it," he'd said, waving goodbye to minki in the dorm before running downstairs to grab himself some caffeine.

he's only a few steps away from the cafe when he's stopped by a man. wenjun blinks, confused. "are you on your way to the cafe?" the man asks.

"yes... i'm buying some coffee for myself. can i help you?"

"it's just that you have such a nice face! you look like someone full of wealth, with a kind heart!"

that's nice, wenjun thinks. but it still feels slightly odd. "thank you...?" he tilts his head, confused. his eyes glance around the area, looking for minki.

#lgcminki #( they are so lsdkmklad

[lgcwenjun]

emotions! starter for @lgcsaem

it felt like his busiest trimester yet – an emotive singing workshop, a language workshop, and preparations for the nknd debut. nknd. at the very least though, he isn't alone this time. he turns to his side and smiles when his eyes land on misaki. misaki too, is taking the workshop with him and something about having him by his side feels a little heart warming. despite the boy being younger than him, wenjun feels as though he can rely on him.

misaki had given him great advice before, and wenjun was more than excited to have a member ( haha, member! that felt great to say! ) by his side throughout the different workshops. "this feels funny," he says, scooting closer to misaki, "ah – i meant... that we're both future members of nknd... and doing workshops together. it feels like i have someone i can rely on. i think i'm feeling a little more... confident...?" his cheeks heat up slightly, and his gaze falls onto the piece of paper, scribbled with notes in his hand.

"emotive singing though... i don't know if i'll be very good at it. i tend to focus a lot on hitting the notes while i sing, so i've never paid much attention to my facial expressions," he confesses. "how about you misaki? have you figured out what emotion you'd want to express for the evaluation?"

#lgc:workshops #lgcsaem #( i hope its okay!!

[lgcwenjun]

wenjun’s mum is fond of sending him snacks from back home. which he doesn’t mind of course, if anything he’s always more than happy to have them. and happier to share it with his friends. he’d packed a few to give to the nknd members later on in the day, and had decided to give both seyoon and yoojoon some as well, hoping that they’d enjoy treats from wenjun’s hometown.

like he’s done a million times before, he makes his way into the dorm room before training, a bag of sweets and snacks in hand. perhaps it was a bad habit, but wenjun didn’t quite find any reason to text seyoon or yoojoon to let them know that he’d be visiting. if anything he’d just put the gifts down in their room and head on his way. what he doesn’t expect though, is to see seyoon by the counter, dressed – no, barely dressed – eating kimchi …? with a cigar. he blinks in shock. seyoon? he furrows his brows and it takes him a moment to truly take in everything in sight. this was unfamiliar, the sight of seyoon like this… wasn’t something that wenjun was used to.

he doesn’t move, not even when seyoon speaks. even the manner he’s speaking in is something that wenjun isn’t too fond of, it isn’t anything he’s heard from seyoon before. seyoon who’s usually cooing at him, spoiling him like a child, despite the both of them being similar in age. “that’s not… i’m not here just for him,” wenjun says, “i was looking for you too.” 

he doesn’t grace seyoon with a reply, even though his cheeks do heat up at the mention of sleeping with yoojoon. instead he walks over and takes the cigar from seyoon, quickly throwing it into the sink. seyoon might get angry, but wenjun doesn’t care, not when he’s looking like this. not when he’s doing… that.

“you’ll get in trouble if you’re caught,” he says, and he places the gifts he’d gotten ready for them on the counter. “and it’s bad for your health, seyoon.” he doesn’t call him hyung, concern gracing his entire expression as he looks on at his friend.

using both his hands, he cups seyoon’s face, frowning. “you didn’t shave, and you’re eating kimchi covered in ashes for breakfast. what’s going on? are you alright?” he takes a better look at seyoon, notices the dark circles and his brows only furrow even more. “seyoon… did something happen?”

YELLOW LEMON TREE @lgcwenjun

With two or three items, a to-do list could serve as good motivation. Two or three pages though, the list would become something worthy of fear, deserving of avoidance.

Thankfully, Seyoon was good at that - looking away from his problems.

Since the rest of his dormmates were out, Seyoon figured he needed not to shave, put on proper pants, or cover the dark circles under his eyes. He was free to look like hell because for once he had no one he needed to impress.

To add to his day of degenerate behaviors, he took a seat on the kitchen counter where people typically prepared food, tugging down his pajama shorts so they'd cover his entire ass from the cold surface. Life sucks, he thought as he lit his stolen cigarette, but his lips sang a cheery-sounding song.

I wonder how. I wonder why. Yesterday, you told me about the blue, blue sky. And all I can see is just a yellow lemon tree.

He turned the cooking vent on low and kept the cigarette under it, tapping absently into his makeshift ashtray - a mostly empty jar of homemade kimchi that tasted weird in those last few bites. A shitty breakfast to start off a shitty day.

I'm turning my head up and down.

Footsteps approached and since they sounded familiar, Seyoon didn't move. He kept his eyes on the kimchi jar until he heard the door shut behind the visitor. "Sup." Lackluster greeting. "He's not here." Seyoon curved his lips and flashed his teeth, but it was not a smile Wenjun should recognize. "I mean Yoojoon. Ya know, your boyfriend."

And all I see is another fucking lemon tree.

"Oh hey, have you two started fucking yet?" He laughed, even though he hadn't said anything funny.

#seyoonlgc #( .yellowlemontree ) #( oh man!!!

[lgcwenjun]

it had come as a surprise. wenjun simply walking through the company building, quietly planning what he should prepare for himself for dinner when he'd felt a tug on the back of his shirt, and had almost fell head first. he'd turned around, shocked – only to be greeted by yujin. his cheeks turn red at the realization though. why ... why was yujin from crystallis tugging on his shirt? did he perhaps do something to upset her? no wait... how in the world did she know who wenjun was in the first place?

he tilts his head, and the surprise is probably obviously written on his face. "oh!" he says, when she finally clarifies that she'd mistaken him for somebody else. the sight of a senior bowing surprises him even more than having had his shirt tugged though, and so wenjun quickly bows back as well, frantic. "no! no! it's fine!" he says, bowing as well.

"i'm fine!" he says again. "i was... a little surprised! i didn't expect... anyone from crystallis to tug my shirt...?" he laughs, cheeks still a little red from surprise. "but it's fine, my shirt is sturdy!" he tugs at his own shirt, as if to show that he was completely fine. "next time you see me, you can just call out my name...! i'm wenjun," he bows once more.

❀ oops?

"i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else."

yujin must be sleep-deprived because she immediately assumed that this man was jino from behind. in her defense, she was wearing her sunglasses inside to hide the bags she didn't have much confidence to rock in public, especially in the buildings of legacy.

any person other than her assumed friend would think yujin was crazy from the way she greeted @lgcwenjun. it was honestly, quite embarrassing that she had openly tugged on his shirt to try and playfully pull him from walking any further from her. the reveal caused the older to gasp and begin to bow repeatedly. "i truly am so sorry, that must have frightened you." she gave him an apologetic smile, finally pushing her glasses up and on her head, blonde hair gathering back.

"maybe i should start checking fully before tugging on you, huh? calling out names could be a start." she tried to lighten the air.

#yujinlgc #( .oops ) #( thank you for the starter <3

[lgcwenjun]

event tracker & plot call!!

hello new trimester!!! wenjun's super excited that he's now a core member of nknd and he's ready for the new trimester!! so here he is! ready for plots!!

nknd // july 6th

shorts (solo): incomplete

shorts (filming): filmed by @lgcxnoeul, filming @lgcyichen

solo practice: incomplete

threads: @lgcminki, @lgchxneul, @lgcsaem

workshop 002 // july 6th

threads: @lgcsaem, @lgcyeonwoo

solos: incomplete

i'll be dropping event threads from the previous trimester so please like this post if you'd like to plot something new!! i'm open to general threads as well ❤️

#( .ooc ) #( the previous event tracker helped me sm SO YAY!!! to getting wenjun's life together!!

[lgcwenjun]

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

he seems to be the quiet type... his mbti is clearly I... ILY.... wenjun i'll be cheering for you!

wow he looks so nervous but there's something quite charming about him ~ i can't wait to see more of him!

if you're not confident in front of the camera then don't become an idol. being an idol is all about confidence, this kid looks like he'll crumble at any minute. is legacy accepting just anyone these days? this industry clearly isn't for him

wow, he seems like such a sweet guy, and he can play the violin too??? legacy really lucked out with him!

yaaawn...... he just about put me to sleep. does he do anything more interesting??

▷ 𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

#( .sns ) #MY SON!!!!!!!!!

[lgcwenjun]

it’s d-day. it’s wenjun’s own personal d-day. he allows his heart to melt at yoojoon’s touch, and a smile makes it’s way across his face. he wonders momentarily when he’d gotten used to all of this. to yoojoon, to his touch – to … them. when exactly had they crossed that line of friendship? the kiss may have been a good indicator, but even before then, they’d always been treading on some sort of line. 

“i’m just a trial member,” wenjun says, his own cheeks turning red. compliments were good to hear, and he enjoyed them, but they felt different coming from yoojoon. almost special. ah. maybe that was because wenjun liked him, because the feelings that he felt for him were much different than those that he felt for anyone else. “and if i do ever debut… you know i wouldn’t forget you,” his words are sincere as he slides closer to yoojoon. he doesn’t want to go too far from him. and yet this would be the nature of their jobs – the industry that they were both in. “you’re my…” best friend, he almost says. but he stops there. “… you’re an important person to me,” he says instead. if anything, he hopes that after today, they won’t be best friends any longer. hopes that things might change.

he turns to yoojoon, and his smile softens. “ah… thank you,” he accepts the jacket, and being embraced by yoojoon scent has him blushing a little more. he needs to talk to yoojoon. needs to let him know how he feels now. because if he does debut, if things do somehow work out in his favour – then would he have another chance? would yoojoon ever know his feelings? or would they be forever stuck in this limbo.

“yoojoon,” he says, and his voice gets a little bit more serious, his eyes unable to meet the other boy’s. where should he begin? how should he start? wenjun’s confessed to people before, but never like this. he’s never felt it hold as much importance as this. right now. he bites on his lower lip, and his grip on yoojoon’s jacket tightens. he wonders if it’s obvious, just how nervous he’s become all of a sudden. he’s thought about this before, has replayed this scene in his head a million times before inviting yoojoon up to the roof. but it’s different now that it’s actually real. now that it’s happening. “yoojoon i…” he thinks his lower lip is trembling. if yoojoon says no, if yoojoon says that all of it ( the kisses, the touches, the stares ) have meant nothing, that wenjun might end up losing a best friend. that terrifies him.

but he decides to fight against his fear. he wants this, wants yoojoon. wants to be more than just friends with him. “i like you. not as – not as a friend. i like you… a lot. sorry, i… i rehearsed this in my head, but now that i’m saying it… it’s not coming out right, and i’m nervous – but. i like you. a lot. is that… is that okay?” 

Meeting Wenjun on the rooftop has become a cherished tradition for Yoojoon, one that unfolds against the backdrop of the night sky, painted with a myriad of twinkling stars. Over the years, their bond has evolved into something deeper than mere friendship, stirring emotions within Yoojoon that he once feared to acknowledge.

And despite his growing affection for Wenjun, Yoojoon hesitates to confront the complexities of their relationship. The thought of jeopardizing their friendship with unrequited feelings fills him with a sense of unease. And so, he buries his emotions deep within, content to bask in the warmth of their undefined connection and the occasional touches that feel like so much more than mere friendship.

As Wenjun appears before him, radiating with an inner light that rivals the stars above, Yoojoon's heart swells with affection. His smile, genuine and tender, mirrors the joy he feels in Wenjun's presence.

"Who needs stars when I have the brightest one right here?" Yoojoon quips, gently booping Wenjun's nose with his finger. "I mean, you're about to debut. Becoming a real star real soon. Please don't forget pool ol' me while you're drowning in fan letters and attention from the entire world."

Even with the playful tone of his words, a hint of vulnerability lingers beneath the surface; the thought of their dynamic changing in the face of fame and adoration weighs heavily on his mind. Yet, as long as Wenjun continues to shine, illuminating his world with his smile, Yoojoon is willing to embrace whatever changes the future holds. "Are you cold? You can have my jacket if you want."

#lgcyoojoon #( .unease ) #( WHY DID THIS GET SO LONG!!! #BECAUSE WENJUN GOT NERVOUSLDMSKDSK

[lgcwenjun]

#( .ipod ) #( sorry for being so slow this week!!! its eid T_T

[lgcwenjun]

unease starter for @lgcyoojoon

wenjun's found himself pondering over a number of things lately. with the idea of debut feeling so close, he feels as though he's approaching a new chapter in his life. even if he's only just a trial member, even if he's unsure if he'd even make it in nknd, he's decided to take it all as a sign of some sorts. that if you pursue something hard enough, maybe, just maybe, it might be yours. to not be afraid to want something.

wanting something has always been a bit of a foreign concept to wenjun. only because he's always been afraid of the rejection that might come right after. he's never actually thought about how nice it might be to actually... finally, get what you want.

his fingers linger on the hem of his shirt, if he's possibly starting a new chapter of his life, he wants to be able to close this one with... a sense of confidence. finality. wenjun takes in a deep breath, it's been a while since he's felt like this. nervous, with his throat a little dry. but there have been too many unanswered questions surrounding his relationship with yoojoon.

they were best friends – of course they were. that fact, wenjun would never let change. but beyond that... there had to be something beyond that. stolen glances, lingering touches and most importantly, the kisses shared in secret that they didn't seem to speak about. as though it was something taboo, a line that shouldn't have been crossed between two friends.

he stands there, looking at the sky. the sun has set, and evening has settled in. if he squints, he can see a star or two. they remind him of yoojoon's tattoos. his own cheeks turn red and before he allows himself to get lost in thought, he's distracted by the sound of yoojoon's footsteps. "ah... yoojoon!" he smiles, waving his friend ( again... friend? ) over. "look, if you squint hard enough, you'll see a star haha," he points to the sky, as though his own heart is beating at a speed he's only familiar with when around yoojoon.

#lgcyoojoon #( .unease ) #( sorry it took me!! fifty years!! OUR BOYS!!!

[lgcwenjun]

byeongkwan is a big dreamer, which quite honestly is something wenjun finds himself needing to do more of. because wenjun's never been much of a huge dreamer to begin with. his fantasies usually toe the line of normalcy. at times he does think about being in the billboard top 100 and what that must feel like, but he quickly takes hold of his imagination and thinks of something a little more realistic first. like actually debuting.

still, byeongkwan's ambition is a breath of fresh air, and wenjun thinks that yeah — it might be nice to let his imagination go just a little bit more wild today. "stadium banners?" wenjun smiles, following behind byeongkwan like a duckling. it feels like second nature to him by now, just following behind the older boy in an attempt to not get lost.

at the mention of a blimp, wenjun bursts out laughing. but byeongkwan's reaction to almost tipping the rack is hilarious too. it's fun like this, how easily he laughs.

"a little bit. but that's good, i think! we need to be ambitious..." he says, this time more comfortable with the idea of taking over korea with their music. "oh, that's nice! but i don't want to grab a star, i want to be a star," wenjun smiles, looking up at byeongkwan. his eyes travel to the array of drinks, and he begins to hum a little to himself. he decides to pick out a particularly popular energy drink. "this one," he says, holding it in his hand. "i'd like to be a model for this brand one day..." he stares at the can, and again his cheeks go a little red. but if they're talking about dreams, wenjun will readily share his with byeongkwan.

Byeongkwan shuffles backward a ways, taking over Wenjun's role of amateur paparazzi to snap a quick photo. "Hell yeah! You look like a real idol! Trust me -" he pauses, dropping into a squat to catch another angle. "- I'm a professional!" If you dismiss the sideways photo and slight blur, there might be some truth to that statement.

"Our poster?" he parrots with a slight shrug as he reaches for the door, propping it open with his foot. "Think so? I know so! But I'm thinkin' even bigger, you know..."

"Posters... Billboards... Stadium banners?" he muses, taking a few steps inside and over to a display of shrimp chips ( of which he'd be taking as least 4, diet or not, they are a necessary food group - ). "Or maybe one of those huge blimps over the city..." A sigh falls from his lips as he leans against the display rack. It begins to tip and quickly startles him out of the daydream. He snorts and makes a grab for it and a few bags threatening to take a tumble.

"Maybe I'm too ambitious?" he mutters, pursing his lips. "I know we're rookies and all... We'll probably be lucky to get a poster or two put up at a music show starting out. But... new kids gotta have big dreams, yeah? How's that one saying go... shoot for the moon if you wanna grab a star?" He takes a bag of chips from the rack and free throws it in Wenjun's direction with a chuckle before heading over to the drink case. "What's your favorite?"

#lgc:nknd #lgcbk #( sry this is a little late!!!! #wenjun dreaming of becoming a cf model with byeongkwandkndmd

[lgcwenjun]

show us your best ! iu - someday dream performance ! verivery - ring ring ring

he thinks he's spent enough time in disbelief. while staring at yourself in the mirror and pinching your own skin while trying to figure out if you're stuck in a dream is most definitely something that wenjun's been doing very often, he realizes that if he wants to prove his worth, he'll have to work hard.

wenjun by no means has ever thought of himself as an amazing performer. even more so in comparison to all the other trainees in legacy. everyone is amazingly talented and good looking, and it doesn't exactly help that wenjun's always been the kind of person who'd prefer to stay at the sidelines ( mostly because he's always been sidelined ). but there had to be a reason, right? there had to be a reason as to why they chose him to be a trial member.

misaki's words ring in his mind – he'll have to be more confident. he'll work hard to prove his worth.

choosing a song, takes him ... well it takes him almost forever. only because wenjun is so picky. he wants to pick something good, something that'll stand out – something that best represents him.

he has the hardest time choosing a song that shows his best. it doesn't take him long to figure out what he'll do ( he'll most definitely sing. while he isn't one to toot his own horn, he's always been the most comfortable with singing ). it's the song choice that takes him ages.

finally though, he settles on one. someday. a song from a popular drama, a song that he feels represents him best. the lyrics, "when i feel that i’m getting tired of myself, i want to give up on all of my dreams i have kept so hard," speak to him in particular. "maybe one day, these tears will stop."

the song is soft, and wenjun feels that it fits his personality quite well. while it isn't a song that he has to belt out, it does showcase his falsetto quite well near the end. it's a song he holds close to his heart. the perfect song, he thinks, to introduce himself. a vocalist with a soft heart. yeah, he'd like that.

choosing a dream performance song is a little easier. wenjun's already got one in mind – a guilty pleasure of his. ring ring ring.

it's a bright song, with fun lyrics and he's always enjoyed songs with a fresh-like concept. it had been a song he'd had on repeat quite a bit, and in truth, a song that he'd once imagined himself debuting to.

the kind of song asking for love, about your heart practically ringing because you've found yourself in love. not only that but it's fun and upbeat. wenjun finds himself feeling light on his feet as he practices the dance, and it isn't hard for him to smile. if anything, he finds himself smiling almost naturally as he practices the song, excited to show it to everyone else. to everyone that might be tuning in to nknd.

wow. hold on. wait.

people... would people be tuning in to nknd? would they be tuning in to wenjun? he bites his lip. again, it feels unreal.

#lgc:nknd #( 537 words ) #( please it took me 50 years to decide on songs #wenjun is so nervous but so excited #and another 50 years picking a graphic lsdkmakldaslkd

[lgcwenjun]

he’s been in legacy for a while – a few years, actually, but it’s the first time he’s taken such advice to heart. wenjun’s always been a bit of a coward, much preferring to stay in the back of things. and because of his personality, there had been times when he’d doubted if the route of an idol was the right one for him. but here, now, speaking to misaki and listening to what he had to say, wenjun was more than determined to debut. and not just simply debut, but to hopefully, debut with misaki too.

how nice that would be, to debut in a group of people that he knew he could rely on. he’s a little embarrassed for having to rely so much on someone younger than him, but he decides to repay misaki back through the years by being someone that hopefully, misaki can turn to as well. his cheeks turn a little red, taken aback by his own determination and desire to do well. it’s an odd feeling, but it isn’t unwelcome. if it’s something that he’ll feel more of with misaki and the rest of the nknd boys by his side, he thinks he’ll like it.

he smiles, bright. misaki is right, and it warms his heart just listening to him. “i hope i can be like you one day,” he says. because even if misaki is younger, he really is someone that wenjun admires. from his work ethic, to his mindset, it’s something that wenjun thinks he can learn more from. “i’ll learn a lot from you!” and he’s excited to do just that.

he thinks he can get used to this too, a younger member smooshing his cheeks against his shoulder, someone that he can spoil a little here and there. even more so if the member in question is misaki.

“you’re cool misaki,” he laughs, genuine. “you’re way more cooler than i ever was at your age!” and just like that, the fear of debuting – or if he was ever good enough to be considered for debut – is gone. “you’re already high on my roster too!”

an unfathomably cheeky expression grows across his features, stretching the muscles of his cheeks widely as his lips continue to take on a grin, whisps of overgrown fringe falling in front of his eyes as misakis head tilts slightly. admirable— that was certainly a word, one he'd never heard in regards to himself. during his time as a trainee ( hell, even going as far back as his schooling years, far more boyish and unrelenting in energy ), general descriptions bestowed upon him tended to fall under the same umbrella; wild, random, adorable.

little, immature, loud— under hushed breaths, a talent who could easily be held back by his own personality. misaki had heard it all, attentive in a way many seemed to undermine at times, but in his opinion, that'd been the biggest help during his more formative years. he'd learned for himself quite early that he'd never be able to please everyone, that he'd never be able to please everyone completely, so why try? why bother molding himself into something he'd eventually hate when he could make people simply like him for who he was?

there was no satisfaction in that. uncaring and bold, the thought of compromising his own character has long since been thrown out the window, and thus far, things seemed to be working out. here he was, a fairly seasoned trainee with a promising path to debut, surrounded by others who seemed to value what he had to offer.

admirable.

yeah, misaki knew wenjun was good.

"the second you count yourself out, you've already lost!" the words leave him without hesitation, grin thinning out into a displeased line, brows furrowing. "if there wasn't something good about you, you wouldn't have made it this far, so no bad thoughts from now on!"

misaki, for once, doesn't wriggle around as he pulled into a hug. in fact, he's quiet content, happy to let himself slump into the older a little after a long day of hard work. his cheek smooshes into wenjuns shoulder, slurring his words a bit. "i can be smart and cool sometimes, i just like being fun more." pulling back slightly, misaki points at wenjun. "you're already high on my roster!"

#lgcsaem #lgc:nknd #( this is so late im so sorry!!! #wenjun adores misaki sm omg... he will be adopting him!!!!!!!! and spoiling him!!!