Team Wang

"It's not about what cards you hold, but how you play them" Jackson Wang Model and owner of Team Wang Jackson Wang RP- 247krp

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En Garde

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247minseok:

Seeing the other tilt their head at him was annoying. Minseok had to bite his tongue to not say something shady at his question and his eyes moved to the foil on the ground. “Seeing your moves before my door was broken I’ve noticed you used too much power in your moves. Proper technique comes 1st any competent fighter would know this.” He paused taking off his apron  folding it into his back pocket then picked up the foil on the ground. “I’d be happy to show you.” 

Jackson frowned as he overhead the order Minseok give the guard, hands turning white as he gripped the foil. He kept his expression neutral and sighed, the team hadn’t meant to take as long as they had, but they had delayed as long as they could because the other model he was supposed to work with hadn’t showed up. Thus they started late and the moronic newbie decided to publicly tweet him an apology, also giving away their location for the shoot.

He could forgive his anger at him due to his fans breaking his property. He could overlook the biting comment he made towards the guard. What he couldn’t take was someone insulting his fencing technique. The same one that had qualified him for the olympic fencing team at the mere age of 16. Minseok wasn’t wrong, the advance-lunge he took had been over powerful and exaggerated. For the purpose of the photoshoot.

His usual warm honey brown eyes burned with energy as he watched Minseok pick up the extra foil and silently exhaled at the challenge. One side of him was nagging him to be the bigger person, move on with the shoot and forget this ever happened. It’s too bad that part was vetoed by the other side who was practically screaming a war cry for him to accept the challenge. Jackson was no amature and he’d prove that to the man before him with no hesitance. With a relaxed posture and an smirk he shrugged feigning indifference while adjusting the foil in his grip and walking backwards to give him some room.

“Sure, I guess I could use a good lesson,” he got into the starting posture, body fluidly and elegantly fixing itself, “Why don’t you start? I’ll see if I can keep up”.

[markticseas]

i told myself that i’ll be okay

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Above The Waves

@247nara

Work for Jackson had piled, lately his days had become hectic and his stress levels had risen. He loved his work of course, but had felt himself burning out after long days of photoshoots, commercials, and sponsoring events. Today however, Jackson could be seen with an energetic glow. His newest gig for some top-brand stylist who he could vaguely remembered had requested him for her shoot. At a waterpark. Despite the constant internal reminder to stay professional, he couldn’t keep a pleased grin off his visage as he imagined the waterpark. On top of that, he was working with someone he actually got along with. 

Nara, or more popularly known as ying-yang a soloist as KS entertainment. He had first worked with her during one of her comebacks, having starred in her music video. The filming process had taken quite a few days and within those days the two had gotten along well. She was a force to reckon with, hard-working and striving to get everything perfectly. Jackson would have probably felt overwhelmed if it wasn’t for the fact that he was the same way. He remembered how thrilling it had been to work with someone who was equally kind and passionate about work and now they were once again paired together in the commercial.

With that impression burnt in his recollection you could only imagine his confusion as he noted how ashen pale her face was. He had strolled up to her, in the middle of reaching over to pat her on the back when he noticed her state. She stared numbly at the wave pool, the large body of water roaring with artificial waves that swept away the inner tubes. When they had arrived, she had been fine. In fact they had shared a pleasant greeting before being whisked away by the makeup and hair stylists before they could catch up.

His gaze flickered from her, to the wave pool and then back to her. He scowled in confusion as he observed her clenching her fist. Something was obviously wrong, her usual poised posture seemed slacked with anxiety. Cautiously moving closer to her, Jackson gently patted her shoulder to get her attention while keeping his voice low, so that only she could hear him.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You look a little shaken?” 

[yienbot]

Okay

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En Garde

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247minseok:

“This …fuc…thing is over!” he shouted catching himself before he cussed, “You can’t control your crowd and they broke my glass door so get …out of the area. NOW!” Minseok wasn’t sure who he was yelling at the photographer or the celebrity. Maybe both since they both seemed to have some blame in this situation. 

Jackson could understand the guy- if his memory served him correct, Minseok the musical actor was upset. Of course it’s unfortunate that the crowd damaged his store, he would be more than willing to pay for the damages, but something Jackson valued over everything was manners. It had been a painstakingly lengthy day for himself, so he couldn’t help but feel his irritation flare as someone yelled at him and more importantly his crew who had been doing their best to control the crowd. Part of him knew the Minseok had every right to be upset, so he grit his teeth and put one of the foils down.

“I apologize for the inconvenience, we didn’t mean to be a nuisance. I’ll be more than willing to pay for you damages, but I’d appreciate it if you’d let us finish the shoot so we can get out your hair, okay?”

He then motioned over a security guard and glanced at the crowd that had settled down as they watched the exchange, internally cringing as he noticed the amount of people filming this. Hopefully his manager wouldn’t have rip into him for getting into a public argument with another celebrity. He rolled the foil in his grip and sighed, running a hand through his hair and turning to the guard.

“Get the crowd to disperse if you can and make sure they stay away from the storefronts,” he glanced at Minseok who was still standing there, tilting his head in confusion. “Can I help you with anything else?”

[247hanna-deactivated20180106]

got some news for you

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247hanna:

( ✉ to: 王 ) yeah, it’s good for me ( ✉ to: 王 ) shall we meet there in, say, one hour?

Jackson snickered as she responded with her usual to the point texts. He had hired her nearly a month ago and despite him remembering her somewhere, he was pretty sure high school, she seemed dead set on keeping a client only relationship. Which of course only further his motivation to gain her friendship.  On top of that she was one of the few people he feel like he could trust with his secrets, specifically the situation around his parents. He could tell from the way she looked at him, with eyes of sympathy rather than pity made him want to get her even more. 

(✉ to: Sherlock) One hour works perfectly! (✉ to: Sherlock) When you enter ask for the reservation under Wang (✉ to: Sherlock) : See you later Noona (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Just after sending the message the raspy voice of the photographer called him over, ready to take the final shots for the photo shoot. With a shaky exhale, Jackson willed himself to compartmentalize the anxiety and steel himself, stretching a faux, confident smirk. It’d be only an hour until he’d further find out more about who he really was. 

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Dim Sum For Two?

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247jiyong:

“I remember you!” Sliding his hands out, he exclaimed probably overly cheerfully. “And, yeah, it’s me. Jiyong,” He added with a tad sheepish smile. “How have you been? You live here now?”

Jackson noticed his sheepish smile and responded with an enthusiastic mega-watt grin, being the type to feed off the energy of others, he suddenly felt a rush of excitement. He hadn’t expected Jiyong to remember him, much less be so friendly. Sure he remembered the older male being just as hyper and energetic as himself, but that had been years ago. For once he was glad that somethings don’t change.

“I’ve been well! I just moved back a few months ago from Hong Kong!, I’m on the fifth floor”, suddenly he remembered that he had yet to press the button for his floor and whipped his head towards the screen before letting out a small sigh of relief as the number two flashed back at him. He casually leaned over and pressed the 5th floor and laughed awkwardly.

“Yeah, I live on the 5th floor, room 502!”

He glanced back Jiyong and pondered what he should say next. From his previous observations he could tell his elevator companion and Jackson hated eating alone. If he invited him it’d be a win-win situation, right? Then again, he was pretty sure it’d be weird to invite someone you haven’t seen in years, much less someone you weren’t even that close too. Jackson subtlety nodded to himself in determination and with a huff he turned towards Jiyong with what he hoped was his cordial grin.

“You could come over and help me demolish the the Dim Sum, I may have bought a little too much for myself. By maybe I mean I definitely bought too much, so feel free to drop by?” 

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GOT7 November 2017 Dazed behind the scenes

[247hanna-deactivated20180106]

got some news for you

@247wang

Hanna wasn’t expecting new informations from that young male’s case. Last week she told him what he wanted to know and she was paid for it — everything was pretty much done, except that it was yet to be confirmed by the the foster care system in China, but her source in the country said it would be hard to make them talk. Surprisingly, she received an e-mail that morning and it had some interesting informations that he would probably be interested to hear. Or not. For a second, she pondered if she should call Jackson or just ignore it since he already knew what mattered. 

Normally, she would bury the information, but different from other cases she has, this is about family, about his identity and story, and it feels wrong to hide what she found out. Reaching out for her phone, Hanna scrolls through her contact list until she finds his number and sends a quick message.

( ✉ to: 王 ) wang, i just got a call from china  ( ✉ to: 王 ) i have updates if you want to hear them ( ✉ to: 王 ) i’m free today or next wednesday ( ✉ to: 王 ) just say when and where and i’ll bring them to you

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Jackson had been dazed since the initial news. He had canceled activities for the entire day when the private investigator he had hired gave him the news. Adopted. He was adopted. His family had never once mentioned adoption, but everything suddenly made sense to him. The way his parents always gave him leeway, how they used to spoil him as if they were making up for something. His mind was now racing with questions about his biological family and no one to answer them. At least that’s what he assumed until he felt his phone vibrate after finishing a photoshoot. It was as if someone had injected ice into his veins as he scanned the messages. Did he want to know? Was it worth it? It must be something important, especially if someone like Jung Hanna was messaging despite their original agreement being over. ( ✉ to: Sherlock) Noona! ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ ( ✉ to: Sherlock) I’d like to hear it please ( ✉ to: Sherlock)  I’ll make sure to repay you of course (｡･ω･)ゞ ( ✉ to: Sherlock) today works for me! ( ✉ to: Sherlock) do you wanna meet at the Hello, stranger cafe? 

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En Garde

||  @247minseok It was supposed to be a normal photoshoot. A clothing line endorsement whose designer claimed it was victorian street style aesthetic. Whatever the hell that meant. He was supposed to take a few pictures quietly with the crew and then get out of there without causing a ruckus. But of course, Jackson’s luck was complete and utter shit and instead the location of the photoshoot had been leaked. Now the once peaceful street was buzzing with fans who were being a general nuisance to the customers of the surrounding store.

He felt a bit guilty for a particular bakery that was right in the path of the rubbernecking crowds. Fortunately the photographer called out for the finishing shots and handed him his last prop, producing an amused smirk to snake it’s way unto his face at the familiar weight of the epee in his grasp. Usually props were fake, modeled only to look like certain objects but after an experimental footwork routine with it, he could tell the two props were authentic fencing weapons. Like a bird in flight, he let muscle memory take over and effortlessly began to pose with the swords, much to the satisfaction of the photographer. However the sound of fans protesting against something caught his attention, causing him to glance in their general direction. His went blank with surprise as he watched what looked to be a furious young man wearing an apron push past the crowd and right up to him, breathing heavily from the assertion before settling an irritated glare on him. Jackson began to internally panic, mind racing with questions while he outwardly kept a cool expression. Why is he so pissed? How the hell did he get past all those ladies? How did he get past security?? 

“Uh” wow Jackson how eloquent, “Can I help you?”

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Dim Sum For Two?

@247jiyong

On good days Jackson got off by midnight and cooked himself a healthy homemade meal. Unfortunately it wasn’t one of those days if the large bags of Chinese take out were anything to judge by. The smell of greasy, juicy, unhealthy dumplings wafted up from the stark white cartons and set his mouth watering. He glanced at his watch, letting out an exhausted sigh as 2:30 glared back at him on the digital screen. He hadn’t eaten all day and this was probably the worst option, but he needed comfort food after a long day of photo shoots and endorsements. The clicking of his dress shoes echoed against the pristine walls of the hallway until he stopped in front of the glossy metallic walls of the elevator. Absently pressing the up button in his dazed state, random thoughts filtering through his mind. Was his routine going to change anytime soon? Would anything interesting happen today? Why do small dogs bark so much?

The elevator door dinged and slid open, with a single occupant from the parking basement settled against the corner of the elevator, seeming haggard and faintly smelling of booze. Shrugging off any hesitation he stumbled in leaning against the opposite corner and glanced at the other male. A spark familiarity tingled up his spine, causing Jackson to take a double take in confusion. The male looked simultaneously put-together and messy after what he assumed must have been a party from the faint smell of soju and the irritating party glitter that high-end clubs used flaking off his clothes.   It wasn’t until Jackson made eye contact did he feel a rush from the past. Once again he was the young, rash and rebellious freshman watching one of the more powerful cliques strut through the hallways. The Empire, the power lust group, the ones that everyone imagined would rule whatever industry they chose. And here he was, the lone king among the queens. Kwon Jiyong. Jackson hadn’t known him personally back then, they were of acquaintances at most. Jiyong was the high class sunbae and Jackson was the lively freshman, the puppy of the school. The most he could remember was brief conversations and greetings during parties.

Blinking away the memories he shot Jiyong a cautious smile, shifting his feet as he debated whether or not he should approach him. There was a possibility that Jackson could be digging up unwanted memories, seeing as how most of the former peers he has met so far have been prickly. However, fate seemed on his side when he noticed Jiyong blankly stare at his takeout, along with the faint rumble of a stomach grumbling. With a cheeky grin he lifted up the take out bag, chuckling as Jiyong’s eyes followed the movement until breaking eye contact with the food and instead establishing it with him.

“Kwon Jiyong, right? From Cheongnam? It’s been awhile, you probably don’t remember me. Jackson Wang?”

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Jackson Wang  GOT7

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