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Etienne (Ey-tsyehn) 19 model and trainee under apollo Ent.

[apolloxetienne]

in exchange ; m!no & etienne

[apolloxetienne]

apolloxmino:

'Why the hell do I have to rehearse these sort of movements?' he grumbled at the back of his mind, a groan escaping the rapper as he reviewed his stance over the mirror across him, frustration evident on his expression as he continued carrying on the steps he could barely comprehend.

It was not unusual — the expression painted across his face could not be hidden despite sharing the room with an unknown trainee. The blonde-haired male was not necessarily a stranger, Mino had actually spotted him number of times across the same hallway, rehearsing every chance he can, just like he did, but for different reasons — while he spend hours training, he knew that the other male did it simply because he enjoys dancing his time away, literally.  Yet, fate had never been on their side, not giving any chance to get acquainted, until now.

But the unknowingness between the two trainees would not censor Mino’s displease for the performance he was showing, and his companion seemed to be thinking the same way he did. The other male’s voice was soft and Mino was pretty sure his comment was not meant for him to hear, but he did.

He should have been annoyed, especially if he was still his old hot-headed self. But no, in fact, the male’s statement got Mino in wonder. Thinking that maybe — just maybe, he’ll be able to give him his two cents regarding the choreography he is ruining.

Approaching the male with caution, he shrugged off the awkwardness lingering in the dance studio and spoke, the space left between them was just an arm-length, making it sure that the other would be able to apprehend his words.

"I heard that, ya’know."

Minki didn't need to look up, he could very accurately sense the other man's pause. Displeasure was rolling off of him with each mistake or misstep. Embarassment curled in the trainee's stomach, motivating him to keep his gaze down, even as he felt the slow approach.

For a few long moments the teen stretched slowly, dragging the activitiy out and trying not to tense too much in anxiety. The idea that he had upset the other dancer hung heavy on him, seeming to thicken the air. Still, he lifted his head ever so cautiously when spoken to. Taking in the words with a slow blink he seemed to be looking for malice, and only swallowed when he found nothing threatening in the space between them.

"Sorry..." Sitting up and straightening from the folded up position previously occupied Minki shifted, moving on to stretch the other leg, eyes still on the man standing before him. His gaze was steady, a strange mixture of bashful and confident.

"I couldn't help from notice... Maybe you should take a break." Everything was forced looking, and when Minki found himself suffering the same sort of frustration with dance he always stopped himself before he strained. "Try again when you're fresh?" It was his most polite advice, honestly. Hopefully it was taken lightly and no insult was garnered.  

[apolloxetienne]

coffee calls for sugar ; seolhyun & etienne

He's made this mistake before- not again. He sits in the closest cafe to the Apollo dorms, tucked away safety in a corner with his cup of coffee and decadently dressed crepe. 

In Paris, when ordering a cup of coffee or cappuccino a good helping of sugar and creme were necessary, but Minki had learned the hard way that things here came pre-sweetened. A stomach ache hadn't really stopped himself from finishing off the last order though, and now that he was prepared, today would be perfect. He had no practice for a good few hours. Thusly, he fully intended to spend his afternoon indulging, and day dreaming, and trying to ignore the way the building  was crowding.

Something about how busy and bright the cafe was reminded him of home instead of causing him to shy away, so he took his time, sipping now and then and trying to relax practice strained muscles. It was just a bit full for his comfort, but he could nestle down and he would be fine. 

[apolloxetienne]

in exchange ; m!no & etienne

It was a little nerve wracking to be sharing a practice room with someone else.

Well, maybe he shouldn't say that. Minki was used to practicing alongside a class of other ballet dancers. Sharing space with multiple others at once when it came to dancing was second nature; group warm ups and stretches, etc. What was so uncomfortable about this particular instance must have been something else. Perhaps the clear division in style and focus? It was more than obvious the two dancers occupying this space might have well been from different worlds. 

It wasn't really a matter of style, or- obviously not -occupation. It was in the movement. The subtle approach taken to each piece of choreography. The strength of each transition. Even mannerisms of limbering up. It was in all the subtle things they differed. Not so subtle to he who had been immersed in dance since before he could walk, though.

Minki found himself admiring the way Mino put power into each move, but it wasn't right. He was too aggressive. Too much. The trainee had seen the idol-to-be dance differently; a sort of dance that called for a bit more exertion, but it didn't fit with the sort of choreography he was attempting now.  

"You're breaking the moves."

It was more of a mumble than an actual comment. Lacking in any sort of spite or haughtiness the words spilled from his lip and he looked down instantly, resuming stretching. It wasn't his place to make conversation, and it definitely wasn't his place to point out any flaws. The last thing he needed was to upset someone. 

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lessons in avant ; junhyung & etienne

Preening in the mirror Minki fixed a stray hand of hair more securely with a pin, and then fixed his posture for a low stretch. Behind him the dance instructor was setting up the sound equipment, calling out for him to come over.

This wasn't his usual practice time but it had never even crossed his mind to turn down the opportunity for more time in the studio. That was why- while being instructed on how to turn the song, adjust the volume, and toy with any other properties -the teen blinked in surprise as the conversation moved to his own skill and how well he would do teaching.

"Which is why I would like you to help instruct Junhyung today while I'm gone." Standing and wiping his hands the manager moved towards the door, checking his watch while Etienne remained on the floor, blinking owlishly. "He should be here any minute." 

He must have misheard- that was obviously it. There was not way. He didn't know the first thing about teaching anyone and he would have to... talk to him. Junhyung was a masculine name- right? Men always took longer to limber up, and that meant extra stretching and what if he couldn't even explain that properly? "Who? I have never-"  

Jumping up he cleared his throat, intending on arguing his point until the door swung open and he froze up. 

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tous les memes│yukwon ↔ etienne

Back in high school, Yukwon didn’t appreciate the free time he had (wasn’t much, but more than he has these days) on his hands as much as he does in the present, where each moment he wasn’t busy in was cherished and used correctly. These days, the last year to be exact, was the busiest time Yukwon had ever experienced in his whole years of living- he couldn’t imagine to himself that his schedule would be so packed; learning, recording, writing. It’s not that it wasn’t fun, the ride was thrilling, but as far as the thrill went- so did Yukwon’s exhaustion.

His free from schedules day was all planned out- enough snacks for him to regret eating them as soon as the sun shines a new day and enough TV shows he had to catch up on, resting on that perfectly soft and comfortable spot on his bed between his beloved pillow and the plushies fans sometimes brought to him; the most perfect way he could waste himself for a whole day without it including spending too much money. It is when his phone rings a specific bell that Yukwon knows his plans are going to be ruined.

With a frown, he puts aside the laptop resting previously on his lap and picks up his phone while sliding the green circle away from the screen. “Kwon-ah, I need a favor,” the manager doesn’t even bother to greet him- he sounds as if he’s rushing, but Yukwon likes proper politeness, “you have a free day, right?” It’s not like Yukwon doesn’t consider lying and turn on a random, old guitar riff he saved on his laptop but the worry in the manager’s voice is evident and Yukwon is the one between the two to be proper and polite, anyway. “That’s right, why?” He asks, already standing up from his bed. “Major favor- we have a trainee from abroad and he needs a little tour. Didn’t want to bother others that are busier than you and you’re nice, right? You’ll be a good first impression on that kid.” The manager’s voice doesn’t leave place for argument between stuttering words and rustling of papers in the background.

A beanie is holding up the mess Yukwon likes to call his hair, and he’s wearing the most casual clothes he could find that weren’t in the laundry that day; it’s not as if he needed to impress anyone particular, just a new trainee. His eyes tour the reception floor- looking for a guy with blonde hair; those were the only details Yukwon received, as if he also had to play find and seek with the new guy. Yukwon tries not to look too lost and he considers going to the reception desk and ask for help, but he supposes that walking around the floor is the trick to finding the newbie- maybe he started off his tour all alone.

[apolloxetienne]

"Oui mama. Pourriez-vous parler un peu moins vite? Demain. Ne t'inquiètes pas. Bonne nuit et fais de beaux rêves." Minki is not exactly hiding, honestly. Maybe it's just habitual after so many years of doing his best to fade out of view. Whatever the reason, he had chosen to tuck himself against a wall half hidden by a tall potted plant while he did his best to placate his worried mother and end the call. He had already explained he was only just waiting for a trainee manager to arrive.

The model was, though nervous of course, most definitely prepared and dressed to impress in only the newest pieces of a line not yet released. Presents from his last photo shoot in Paris where the photographer was eccentric but rather fond of him. If there was a better time to where such things he couldn't think of it. His mama's incessant concern was doing nothing to improve his own nerves, though.

It was a blessing when the teen looked up and caught the eye of another man- obviously looking for someone. It was only a short leap to assume he was the person in question. With the reason to finally slip away before him Minki stood a bit straighter, gaze leveled even as he bid farewell on the phone. "Je t’aime beaucoup mama. Salut."

Voice soft as to not expose the intimate conversation he slipped the phone away, fingers of his free hand loosening on the handle of his bag before he spoke up, clearing his throat quietly.

"Are you manager?"  

[apolloxetienne]

seat 40a ; taemin & minki

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Taemin loved plane rides. He loved being in the sky and feeling as if he were flying. There were times when he wondered if he should become a pilot instead of an idol considering how much he loved planes. But then he realised that, if the plane were to crash, he would be the first to die. He didn’t like that idea very much.

The brunette always enjoyed when he flew alone because it was a chance for him to meet new people. That was one of his favourite things. He was a people person. He always personally greeted fans, trainees and staff. Taemin made it his mission to try to remember everyone’s names. But that wasn’t always easy.

Training for CROSSE’s debut meant that Taemin had little time to do anything. He was so busy. He had encountered a few of the trainees during dance practice but that was about the only time he socialised outside his group. 

As he boarded the plane a happy smile spread across his lips. For once the company would be having a break and Taemin could be his social self. He glanced down at his ticket to check his seat before making his way down the narrow aisles until finally reaching his seat.

Sitting down, Taemin placed his bag under the seat in front of him before looking around. That was when he noticed the seat next to him was occupied. The guy was staring at him. Taemin blinked before smiling and waving. “Hey,” he said happily. “My name is Taemin.” The guy looked like a trainee but he couldn’t be sure.

[apolloxetienne]

"Ah-" Jolting in surprise when spoken to the blonde offered a small smile, relieved when the other man came off as friendly. "Taemin-ssi, from CROSSE, yes? I know you." -and he was pleased with himself for recognizing the other idol hopeful. 

Adjusting himself in the seat and drawing the pillow currently on his lap close Minki offered a brighter smile now. "My name is Etienne. I am trainee here." Motioning without thinking he gestured around the aisles of the plane before blinking. "Not here. I'm not training to be an, uhm... attendant for flight. I mean Apollo. Korea." Not partial to excessive talk he glanced down, working himself up to speaking again. 

Minutely occupied by uncapping the bottle in his hand and taking a drink the model gave a little hum and reapplied a thin layer of balm to his lip though his attention never strayed. "My last flight was onze hour-" Obviously searching for the proper word Minki closed an eye, biting his lip. "eleven? Eleven hour. This is much shorter..."

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[apolloxetienne]

days #2-5

"More questions? I'm ready, yes."

Talk about your muse childhood. Where did they  you grow up? Did they you have any dream jobs besides being an idol? When did they you realize they you wanted to be an idol?

"I grew up outside of Paris. In the countryside. Close enough to drive in to my school, of course, but my parents liked the... rural life more. I wanted to be a dancer like my mother since I was born, I think... I would always go to her dance rehearsals and such. To be a dancer was my plan all along. I don't think I ever had practical career goals. Maybe I would have worked at my father's company?" Take us back to when your muse were either recruited or auditioned to become an idol. How did that go? How did they you feel getting up on stage for recruiters? If your muse could give their your younger self advice before the audition, what would they you say? "Ah... the only audition for a recruiter I have ever done was here at Apollo. It was very nerve wracking. I knew this was the company I wanted to work under, so I packed my things up and came here on a plane. It wasn't very long ago, either. I'm still nervous." Remember the trainee days? What are some of your muse's memories of being a trainee? How long were you they a trainee? Werethey you worried about potentially not making a debut? Talk about any challenges they you might have encountered. "Being a trainee is good. I want to be properly prepared for being an idol. I learn new things often, but mostly it's just repitition... Lots of practice every day, into the night, and breaks to go to fashion events or photo shoots. In my free time I practice more. I would like to get to know other trainees, because they might be part of my future group, but it's hard. Sometimes thinking about not debuting is stressful... so I just work harder, so there will be no doubt that I debut." Recall your muse's debut. What was the song you they debuted with? How did it feel performing for the first time on stage as an idol? Feel free to bring up your their thoughts about the concept, choreography, lyrics, music video, or other components. "...because I haven't debuted yet, I have no experience with performing as an idol, but I remember my first runway show was a few years ago, when I was fifteen. It was so bright that I couldn't see the audience, and there wasn't much clapping or loudness besides the music, but I knew people weren't looking at me, but they were looking at the clothes. Before that I was the prince in the ballet Cinderella. I was fifteen then, too, and it was my first real show. I focused so hard on my dancing for the first show that I don't even remember it." 

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[gcldengun]

d i e g e s i s ━ ❆ d.ana x etienne

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[apolloxetienne]

A bit taken off guard by her pushiness he follows along easily- not quite minding and never one to complain. It is a little unnerving to be venturing out so late, though, and he makes sure to keep up with her as they trek through the dimly lit shortcuts between the dorms and their destination. Wherever that is.

Minki won't lie about the fact that he is vaguely nervous, mostly because he's not sure if he can fight off anyone who might want to mug them, as it would be his place to do. He's cautious but sheltered and in that light beyond relieved when they arrive at a restaurant. He could care less about what they serve.  

"I've never tried it?" Peering up at the illuminated menu he tilts his head this way and that, drawing on memory to read what is offered. Fast food has never been part of his diet and he wonders if it's healthier here or not. "I don't know what to order."

Glancing at his companion for this outing he tries to not act as awkwardly as possible when it's obvious eyes are on them from every direction. Obviously she is already well known and as charming as it might be the teen shifts uncomfortably, trying to get used to being in the limelight by extension. It's something he needs to get used to if he wants to be an idol, after all.

"What do you usually have?"

[apolloxetienne]

seat 40a ; taemin & minki

His second plane ride in a month didn't seem like it was going to go too terribly, if he did say so himself. In fact, it was actually quite cosy. Wrapped up in a thin blanket and nestled comfortably with his pillow Minki applied another thin layer of chapstick and tied his hair back. It was while rummaging in his bag for some moisturizer that he actually pondered the as of yet empty seat next to him.

Not claustrophobic by any means the teen didn't really mind being tucking in against the window and another person. If he were being honest though, he was a little worried about who exactly that person might be. During his short time at Apollo he had made a devoted effort to memorize the name of every person he met whether they be a trainer, manager, idol, debut group, model, actor, mc, cordi noona, etc.. It was something he was quite proud of. 'The first step to being social' he had told himself while hunkered down in his dorm all night reading group bios. Research was important.

Still, the fact was that no amount of courtesy or prior knowledge meant people were going to be nice and or like him- which was what got the blonde anxious. Maybe he could offer them some of his in flight beauty products? If it were a girl that would make it better, wouldn't it? Girls weren't as mean.

He was still pondering over how exactly to break the ice when someone fell into the seat. Chancing a look over while toying with the volume of his headphones Minki took a slow drink from his water bottle. It was someone he know of at least.

Should he say something first?  Should he say anything at all? Deciding to go the safe route- or maybe the creepy route, he wouldn't really know -the dancer ended up just sort of peering at his seat partner from over his pillow, only half listening to his music. 

[gcldengun]

d i e g e s i s ━ ❆ d.ana x etienne

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[apolloxetienne]

Nodding sagely in understanding he didn't seem to mind his own mistake too much, instead taking into account her preference and making a mental note of it. Nothing really seemed to phase him when it came to ill will, so if he had offended her it didn't register.

Perking up at the mention of a shared dance background he tilted his head ever so slightly, smiling before his expression lit up. "Snacks? It is late, is it not? Trainer said we should not eat for at least an hour before sleeping-" Seeming to mull over his own words the teen hummed. "I suppose staying up a little longer afterwards will not be too terrible." Biting his lip and fishing a phone from his pocket to check the time he made an affirmative noise. "I can call back home, it should not be too late over there. -where are there snacks?"

Tucking the device away Minki returned his attention to the pretty girl in front of him, looking beyond ready to go on any adventure that ended with food. "I skipped lunch for vocal training, any way."

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[gcldengun]

d i e g e s i s ━ ❆ d.ana x etienne

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[apolloxetienne]

Instantly caught by the correct accusation the teen blanched. "Well... yes. Oui." Hoping to squirm out of the pinned position he was in Minki cleared his throat quietly, not elaborating on the vague answer either way. "Your name is Eunae, yes? D.ana- like the goddess." Lips turning up shyly he avoided her gaze, not liking the look of that sharp smile. The laugh had been better- much more welcoming. 

"My name is Minki- I mean, Etienne. Please call me Etienne. I do ballet. I just got here. I didn't know that this room..." Waving one hand ever so carefully at the door he chanced a look up, dark eyes bright as he attempted humor. " I didn't know it was yours."  

[gcldengun]

d i e g e s i s ━ ❆ d.ana x etienne

[gcldengun]

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[apolloxetienne]

When the music stops he gears himself up to speak, swallowing a little and straightening his stance. This is an important part of growth. He needs to work on being more outgoing. Speaking first to encourage conversation. The plan is to pipe up and compliment her, but suddenly she's on her way out- right towards him. Without any idea what to do he backs up to avoid a collision, clutching his bag.

Jolted by her reaction he shrieks in return, back pedaling future and widening his eyes, unnerved by the venom in her expression. "I d-didn't mean to, I... Je suis- suis désolé? I wasn't, I mean, I was not, pardon, you w-were good I mean-" He was, he definitely was watching her the whole time, but he was a little intimidated by the displeasure coloring her tone.

Then again... he can see where she's coming from, it is a little spooky out here and he is wearing all black and it's got to be like two in the morning... whoops.