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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ#DEATHSCOPED ──── As sung by Eurydice.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤan independent, original character ; HYUNWOO SONG.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ21 + ONLY ; This blog will contain content, such as ;
ㅤㅤㅤㅤblood, gore, violence, mentions of demons and demonology,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthemes of loss, self - loath, and more.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPlease follow at your own discretion.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDoes not generally follow first.
ㅤㅤㅤCOSMIC : Choi Jiyong, Kim Yu-jin, Huang Gang && Jung Cheol - Min
𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄, he reveled in it. The chaos, the misery — watching everything fall apart — watching them try so hard only to LOSE. To FAIL. Head cants to the side ; arms cross over his chest, and his grin widens further ; almost in a way that seems mocking towards the other man.
“Is that what you think ? He’s wrapped around my finger ; he won’t listen to you. He doesn’t even listen to his brother, now. What makes you think you would be so important as to get through to him, mm?”
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 ; he knew this little group had figured it out, and that was part of what made everything so enthralling regarding this situation. They couldn’t prove any of their claims to anyone but each other — and how did they expect to get rid of him when those who were trained and had the weaponry to do so couldn’t even kill him?
𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍-𝐖𝐎𝐎’𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓. How pathetic, how naive ! Soo-jin, at this moment, was impenetrable — a force that was to be reckoned with and one who could smear the pavement with the others' blood if he so well pleased. Clawed fingers reach out ; they curl around Hyun-woo’s chin and pull him close to his own face ; brown eyes flickering molten gold for a split moment.
“ You and your little friends are the stupidest bunch I’ve ever met, toying with your own deaths like this. By the end of this, all of you will be in your own graves … and Dae-ho will still end up as my property. Fickle little things you are ; humans are so, so, stupid. You will not win this. Why even bother ? “
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt was a task, near INSURMOUNTABLE.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSomething, statistically and realistically, impossible.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ For, Soo - Jin was RIGHT ; Dae was in his grasp, dangling
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfrom every word, from every syllable.
ㅤAll it would take, is seeing him, for what he WAS.
Even if Dae, did not see a DEMON, as foolish as he was, he'd have to see the gaslighting and manipulation he'd fallen under. The abnormality of possessive behavior, even if they as COSMIC could not escape the abuse, they had to spare Dae.
There it was ; that glimmer, of discontent. Claws prod at skin, but Hyunwoo makes no efforts to loosen grip. He merely stares, steadfast into those dark hues, those eyes that show no remorse, no human emotion, and scoffs. ❝ That's what being human is, idiot. Fighting for hopeless causes, just to know you did EVERYTHING you could. And when we WIN, and your brains are leaking out of the back of that fuck - ugly skull of yours, I suppose we'll see who's on what end ; won't we ? ❞
Where fear OUGHT to be settled, there was his own stubborn determination. Certainly, there was a CHANCE, ( a large one, at that, ) Dae isn't going to change. That he's lost. But Hyunwoo owed Cheol - Min THAT MUCH, to try, and salvage what was possible of his brother. Should the worst come to fruition, then yes - he would have to navigate from there. But for now ... FOR NOW ...
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Now, get your fucking hand off of me, freak. ❞
always trust your gut, he'd been told by a teacher as a child. and it was a philosophy that he continued to hold onto to this day. he told the others often how he always knew when something was wrong simply because he listened to his gut. it was how he'd known to come here.
but despite what woo said, yu-jin found himself completely at the whim of the guilt that welled up within him like boiling water. as he pulls away, the guilt only seems to boil over. he allows the movement, of course, but feels bad all the same. it was ridiculous, of course, there was no reason to feel bad, but here he was.
as the hug comes, he finds his eyes welling up. face presses against shoulder as he grips onto hyunwoo's shirt tightly and holds onto him.
' ...you're my best friend, woo. i...you can't do this again. please. '
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFor too long, was he called SELFISH.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAfter tonight ; he believes it to be true.
Yu - Jin is DEVESTATED, and he could understand. Had the roles been reversed, Hyunwoo would handle it with FAR LESS GRACE. Anger, likely, worry, fear ... all of it would combine into some wretched, emotion homunculus, and spill into harsh word. For now, though, he'd not worry over what if's and if only's. For now, he's squeeze Yu - Jin with what strength he had, trembling exhale rolling from his lips.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... Moment of weakness ... ❞
It's spoken with the weakest air of jest, for, if he couldn't ATTEMPT to shrug it off, he'd fall apart under the weight of the REALITY, of what he's done. They, the two of them, truly were a pair. Inseparable, in so many ways. He, who in his Trainee days was so reserved, quiet and strange, taken to and accepted near IMMEDIATELY. He was fortunate. And never again, would he want to bring harm, to his best friend.
ㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... I'm sorry. Please ... If ... You can forgive me, I'd appreciate it. ❞
telling min was certainly the last thing on his mind. there wasn't any bone in his body that wanted to run to the others and tell them what had occurred. no, his focus was on hyunwoo and helping him. the last thing he wanted to do was leave him in such a state when he could use some help.
how had this even happened ? how had yu-jin allowed it to happen ? where was he when this had happened ? why hadn't he been there to stop him ? to talk him off the ledge ? too many questions were running through his mind, more than he cared to think on as they cropped up.
' you aren't... '
the pills were clearly having an effect on him still. how out of danger was he, truly ? lip is caught between teeth as his hand encloses around his own.
' i...i should have been here, woo. i'm so sorry. i...i... '
but there was no excuse. he'd been off doing things for his own sake than being there for his team, his friends. and it was killing him.
' i know he is. he's getting to all of us. but i...i should be here for you all. be here as the rock i've always been. '
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHe should have known.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThere was a silent hope, that he'd not be found.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAt least, until he'd overcome everything.
ㅤㅤ Then again, Yu-Jin had a good stomach for when things were amiss.
❝ Don't apologize ... for me being stupid. Please. ❞ In earnest, does he plea. Guilt, was misplaced. Yu was one person, watching out for too many. Neglecting himself. Hyunwoo was no fool ; he knew, toll this was taking well. He'd seen it, in the others' eyes, no matter how composed he tried to keep himself. Digits twitch, in Yu's hold, and he's slow to pull away. ❝ It's okay. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd, even if it wasn't now, it would be.
Sluggish, is he, but attempting to move in any CASE. Arms, tired, drape over Yu in a loose, limp sort of hug, a hand dragging to cradle the back of his head. It was difficult, not to be a little soft. Brushing shoulders with death, would do that to anyone. ❝ I'll be better ... It'll be okay ... ❞
@lawscoped said ; “ So, how’s the whole … weapon thing going ? “
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ↳ unprompted !
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Exhausting ; the entire ordeal, was EXHAUSTING.
❝ ... Better than I thought. ❞ Does he answer, weary. 'neath his eyes, lie darker rings, his voice laden with the sleep he's destined ne'er to catch. He'd taken brief naps, here and there, but those aside, he'd been working, working, working. Soo - Jin was too much of a danger, to allow to WANDER FREE ; and if there were those out there, who could kill him, but didn't, then matters would be taken into his hands.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ I felt something ... last night. I can only assume I'm close. ❞
#ichorkind ─── an independent, SELECTIVE, mutuals - only roleplay blog for JEONG YOUNG - SOO ; an original VAMPIRE character with ORIGINAL LORE. 21+ ONLY. Personals && Minors DO NOT INTERACT ! As sung by EURYDICE ! Multiverse, Multimuse && OC Friendly ; see pinned for more information !
𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐋-𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 made the effort to check up on his friends, even in the odd hours of the mornings, if he knew what their schedules were like. Generally, he half expected Hyun-woo to be awake at this time ; but to see him asleep was rather surprising. He glanced at the dim light of his phone as he went to put the blanket around his friend, noting the apology written, but glancing away quickly in case the other had woken up. And well, speak of the devil and he shall appear, no?
" It's fine, you don't have to apologize. You probably needed the sleep, knowing you. "
𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 to romantic feelings towards himself. He was oblivious to Jiyong's at first, and he was oblivious to Hyun-woo's, as well. It was just a trait shared amongst his family at this point; hell, Dae-ho was the same. But that didn't mean that Hyun-woo meant any less to him. Whatever rift was caused between him and Jiyong wasn't any of his business, but he still tried to help, anyway. He didn't like seeing them fight all the time, and he knew both sides wanted to reconcile ... but that was something they had to deal with on their own. He shouldn't meddle too much, right?
𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋, 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 soft and warm. " I know. " He sits on the edge of the bed, a soft sigh leaving him. " ...I know it's not my business. But ... what even happened between you two? We all used to be pretty close, you know? I'm worried about you guys." There's a pause before he nods. "Sure, Woo. I can stay. "
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThose feelings, wretched ; pure.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Though all, in COSMIC, had his love ; none did, like Min.
ㅤㅤㅤ But, he did all possible to keep the swell of his pump, to himself.
Query posed, was naught but fair ; Ji, and Woo both, were close, once upon a time. Hyunwoo, did not have it in him though, to mention the ACCIDENT. It was no fault of Min's. The world was not a predictable entity, and that's why they were called accidents. Fingers close 'round edges of blanket, pulling it closer to his body. Quietly, does he compose some sort of LIE excuse.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... He's been different, is all.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIn a way that's hard for us to get along.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt's not all his fault - I'm sure I changed, too. ❞
Something guarded ; something terrified. He had closed up quickly, and relented onto none. His brothers' passing shook him more and more each year, when he was forced to confront that he had no real confidant. A GROUP, could not hide things from one another, and that - in his eye - was understandable. Eyes dip to his phone, thumb moving over print - fraught glass as brow furrows. HE WANTED THINGS TO BE BETTER ; more than anything, he wanted them better. Some semblance of normalcy, a taste, of what was, once.
❝ ... I've been worn out, lately. It's either too much sleep, or none. Too many thoughts, or doing nothing for hours, looking at the ceiling. I'm not too sure what's going on. I've thought about ... Not leaving, but... Maybe just ... fading into the background a little more. I'd talk to my parents, but I don't have a lot to say. ❞
An assortment of questions for fans/friends to interview idol muses. Idol muses to speak candidly, managers of idol muses and rival idol groups. Feel free to to send anonymously or not. Adjust pronouns as needed.
INTERVIEW
❛ Are the rumors about you and [name] true? ❜
❛ We all know you have a secret [boyfriend/girlfriend/partner] so stop hiding them already. ❜
❛ What's your type? ❜
❛ You’ve been spotted with [name] a lot lately… is there something going on between you two? ❜
❛ Fans noticed you weren’t wearing your ring at the last performance. Does that mean anything? ❜
❛ How could you and [name] be together?! They aren't even your type! ❜
❛ Who was that mystery person you were photographed leaving the hotel with? ❜
❛ People say you and [name] aren’t as close anymore. What happened? ❜
❛ Do you ever get jealous seeing other idols date openly? ❜
❛ Have you ever broken a dating ban… and did you get caught? ❜
❛ Tell me exactly who you’re dating right now. I need names. ❜
❛ I want the details about the last time you kissed someone. Don’t leave anything out. ❜
❛ Who was the last person you texted before going on stage tonight? ❜
❛ Is it true one of your songs is secretly about a breakup? ❜
❛ Some fans think your chemistry with [name] is too good to be acting. What do you say to that? ❜
❛ Why did you unfollow [name] on Instagram? ❜
❛ Rumor has it you almost quit the group once, is that true? ❜
❛ Do you think your fans would accept you if you admitted to dating? ❜
❛ You seemed upset during the encore last night. Was something going on backstage? ❜
❛ What does your pillow smell like? ❜
❛ Tell me every person you’ve ever kissed, dated, or wanted to kiss. ❜
❛ Who was your first love, and do you still think about them? ❜
❛ Is there a rivalry between you and [name/group], or are fans just imagining it? ❜
❛ How many times have you had your heart broken since debut? ❜
❛ If you could date anyone right now, idol or not, who would it be? ❜
❛ How do you feel about the hate comments calling you the “weakest” in the group? ❜
❛ Is it true your family doesn’t support your career? ❜
❛ Why are there always strange marks or bruises on your arms? Are you hiding something? ❜
❛ Why are there always rumors of accidents and bad luck after your fan meetings? ❜
❛ How much of what we see on stage is actually you? ❜
❛ Some say you only got this far because of your looks. How do you feel about that? ❜
❛ What’s your response to rumors that you’ve secretly dated older men in the industry? ❜
❛ Do you ever worry that your fans don’t actually know the real you? ❜
IDOL
❛ Haha yeah I’m fine. Just crying in the company bathroom stall again, it’s basically part of the schedule at this point. ❜
❛ If one more person tells me to ‘just smile more,’ I will simply evaporate into the void. ❜
❛ I love being called a ‘national treasure’ while my mental health is actively being repossessed. ❜
❛ I have an angelic voice? Yeah I better, I sold my soul two comebacks ago. ❜
❛ Haha no worries, I didn’t want free will anyway. ❜
❛ I can’t remember the last time I was just… myself. ❜
❛ They don’t love me, they love the version of me I’ve been forced to play. ❜
❛ Every smile I give feels like a mask I can’t take off. ❜
❛ I’m surrounded by fans, but I’ve never felt lonelier. ❜
❛ I’ve given them everything, and somehow it’s still never enough. ❜
❛ When the lights go out, I feel like I disappear too. ❜
❛ I thought this stage would be my dream, but it feels more like a cage. ❜
❛ They’ve taken my voice, my image, my life… and left me with nothing. ❜
❛ I’m tired of being perfect for everyone else. ❜
❛ I can’t keep pretending I’m okay just because people need me to smile. ❜
❛ I look in the mirror and don’t recognize who’s staring back at me. ❜
❛ I’m not sure anyone remembers who I was before the fame. ❜
❛ Sometimes I wonder if my smile looks more serial killer or more hostage situation. ❜
❛ If I collapse on stage, just tell them it was part of the choreography. ❜
❛ Yeah I’m totally living the dream … if the dream is capitalism in glitter. ❜
❛ Why do fans keep saying I look tired? Bestie, that’s not a look, that’s a lifestyle. ❜
❛ Every time I bow, I’m also spiritually collapsing. Multi-tasking queen. ❜
❛ The company said ‘no dating,’ so now I’m in a committed relationship with burnout. ❜
❛ If I smile any harder, my jaw is going to file for workers comp. ❜
❛ Sometimes I wonder if disappearing would even matter… or if they’d just replace me. ❜
❛ I can’t tell if I’m loved or if I’m just entertainment. ❜
❛ Sure I’m loved by millions, but can I be loved by a nap? ❜
❛ My therapist said I should set boundaries, and I told her I don’t have the rights to those. ❜
❛ Yeah, I’m fine. By fine I mean emotionally concussed but still sparkly. ❜
❛ Who needs therapy when you have a fandom shipping you with your bandmates? ❜
❛ Don’t worry, if I burn out completely, the company will just rebrand me as a tragic backstory. ❜
❛ I can’t believe people ship me with my bandmate… actually, never mind, I totally can. ❜
❛ The fans think I’m secretly dating someone but I don’t even have time to secretly sleep. ❜
❛ Honestly, if you’re going to stalk me, at least buy merch first. Support small businesses. ❜
❛ Imagine being accused of having a sugar daddy when I can’t even afford boba. ❜
❛ The company told me to act innocent, but my resting face is literally “guilty.” ❜
❛ Dating scandal? No, babe, I’m just socially awkward and stood too close. ❜
❛ Honestly, if I get canceled, I hope it’s for something cool. Like summoning demons. ❜
❛ I can’t wink without breaking someone’s heart. It’s a gift and a curse. ❜
❛ I stayed up all night thinking of captions… still none were worthy of my brilliance. ❜
❛ I think people think I’m mysterious, but I honestly just forgot my lines again. ❜
❛ Cute? Yeah. Innocent? Absolutely not. ❜
❛ Honestly, I don’t even have competition. I am the standard. ❜
❛ They should be grateful just to breathe the same air as me. ❜
❛ I don’t practice to improve. I practice so I don’t get bored. ❜
❛ Every stage is mine the second I step on it. ❜
❛ The industry doesn’t deserve me, but here I am anyway. ❜
❛ You can’t rush art, and I am… art. ❜
❛ Don’t tag me in that picture, my hair looks criminal. ❜
❛ Which angle makes me look more like a legend? Left or left? ❜
❛ Hi! Hi! Did you eat? Drink water? Stretch?? ❜
❛ I’m just happy to be here—actually no, I’m thrilled! ❜
❛ Oh my gosh, I love your outfit, it’s so… you! ❜
❛ I baked cookies! Don’t ask if they’re edible, just take one! ❜
❛ Life’s too short to frown, so smile with me, okay? ❜
❛ Pretty stage dresses feel like straightjackets. ❜
❛ Wanna arm wrestle? No cameras, I just want to prove I can. ❜
❛ I clean up well, but don’t get used to it. ❜
❛ Ugh, I’m not leaving this couch for less than a paycheck. ❜
❛ Want me to carry that for you? No, really, it’s like a warm-up set. ❜
❛ If I miss one workout, I feel like I’m betraying my muscles. ❜
❛ I’m everyone’s sweetheart on stage, everyone’s nightmare off stage. ❜
❛ I promise I’ll be my best self… eventually. ❜
❛ Sure, I’ll wear the dress. Just don’t expect me to sit still in it. ❜
❛ You think I look scary? Good. Means you’re paying attention. ❜
❛ I’m not here to be soft. I’m here to be unforgettable. ❜
❛ My parents told me to “tone it down,” so I got louder. ❜
❛ Don’t call me delicate. I’ll break before I bend. ❜
❛ If confidence looks like arrogance, then fine, I’m arrogant. ❜
❛ My favorite accessory is attitude. ❜
❛ If I don’t fit the mold, maybe the mold is the problem. ❜
MANAGER
❛ You’re adorable. You’re also an insomniac menace. Balance that. ❜
❛ Smile like you’re happy, not like you’re plotting a homicide please. ❜
❛ I know you secretly hate the fluffy photo shoots but can you please just cooperate? ❜
❛ Stop arguing with the choreographer. Just dance. ❜
❛ The outfit isn’t negotiable. You look fine. Stop sulking. ❜
❛ I know you think it’s unfair but the schedule doesn’t bend for anyone. ❜
❛ Stop staring at the fans like that. You’re making them uncomfortable. ❜
❛ I don’t want excuses about the lines. You’ve had weeks to memorize them. ❜
❛ Hydrate. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. If you skip one, you ruin everything. ❜
❛ I don’t care if you’re “not feeling it” get out there and perform. ❜
❛ This isn’t personal. You’re just part of a machine. Handle it. ❜
❛ You think I don’t notice you skipping meals? Eat. For me. ❜
❛ Stop staring at your phone. I’m worried you’re overthinking every comment. ❜
❛ Get your rest tonight. No, seriously. I mean it. Sleep. ❜
❛ You’re going to be cranky tomorrow if you don’t eat. Trust me, the fans don’t want a cranky performance. ❜
❛ I know you’re anxious about the performance, but you’re not allowed to talk yourself out of it. ❜
❛ I know you want to do everything perfectly, but you’re human. Even the fans know that. ❜
❛ Stop rolling your eyes. You’re not the only one stressed. And yes, I’m stressed too. ❜
❛ You can complain, sulk, or glare at me all you want but I’m not letting anything happen to you out there. ❜
❛ I can see you’re frustrated. Let’s take five, breathe, and then kill that stage. ❜
❛ If you stumble on stage, it won’t be the end of the world. I’ll still be proud of you. ❜
❛ I can see how exhausted you are, and it terrifies me. Please… rest. ❜
❛ You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you, and that’s enough for me. ❜
❛ If you cry tonight, I’ll sit with you. I don’t care where or when. ❜
RIVALS
❛ Congrats on the win… must feel nice to finally beat us once. ❜
❛ Cute choreography. Did your mommy help with that? ❜
❛ Oh, you call that singing live? Brave. ❜
❛ Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts. We’ll be taking it back. ❜
❛ Don’t get too comfortable. The charts won’t coddle you for long. ❜
❛ Wow, matching outfits again? Original. ❜
❛ Nice try. We did it first, and better. ❜
❛ Keep practicing. Maybe one day you’ll reach our level. ❜
❛ Oh, you won? Congrats. The pity votes really came through. ❜
❛ That fan chant sounded weak. Guess ours drowned yours out. ❜
❛ Funny how you’re always “inspired” by us. ❜
❛ Do you even remember what it’s like to win first place? ❜
❛ Thanks for being our opening act. You really warm up the crowd. ❜
❛ We’re not rivals. You’re just chasing our shadow. ❜
❛ Smile while you can. Scandals don’t stay buried forever. ❜
❛ Don’t confuse popularity with talent. ❜
❛ Better luck next comeback. Or the one after. Or… the one after that. ❜
❛ Try not to trip over our leftovers. ❜
❛ It must be exhausting, always running after us. ❜
❛ Cute fanbase you’ve got. Shame half of them stream our songs too. ❜
❛ Oh, you looked so… energetic up there. Really gave it your all. ❜
❛ That high note was bold. Not everyone could pull that off. ❜
❛ Your concept this album feels… familiar. Déjà vu, maybe. ❜
❛ It’s cute how hard you’re working to keep up. ❜
❛ You’ve really improved since your debut. Still a little rough, but progress. ❜
❛ Your fans must be proud you tried. ❜
❛ That outfit was daring. Personally, I’d never risk it. ❜
❛ Oh, you’re trending! Even if it’s not for your music. ❜
❛ Your performance was… refreshing. I can’t say I’ve ever seen something like that before. ❜
❛ Your choreography looks exhausting. We’d never put our members through that. ❜
❛ The passion you bring to the stage almost distracts from the mistakes. Almost. ❜
❛ You’ve really carved out your own little niche. It’s… adorable. ❜
❛ We love how unique your styling is. It really stands out in the industry. ❜
❛ That concept must have been hard for you to pull off. Good effort, though. ❜
❛ You’ve really nailed the art of making the most out of very little. ❜
❛ So glad to see you guys getting recognition at last. ❜
❛ You’ve got such dedicated fans. It’s sweet how much they support you. ❜
❛ Every group has their strengths. Yours are… well, different. ❜
❛ You definitely gave people something to talk about. ❜
starter for @deathscoped ( i can't find the post but hi )
" you know, if you spent half as much time practicing as you did talking shit, you might even be as good as me. " and though the words might sound rude, cruel even ━━ the fact that there's the hint of a smile upon his lips might give way to the notion that he was joking. a notion that, by now, hyunwoo would have no doubt been used to ━━ almost like he would have expected it even.
" the choreo isn't that hard, you know ? what part are you getting stuck on ? "
He was right, to a degree ; but it wasn't the choreo, that was messy. For too long, thoughts had been scattered, thrown into disarray. He couldn't ever quite name why. He tried to avoid the truths he knew would contribute. He'd practice, and practice, and practice until he was close to sickness ... but so much static and clutter had filled his headspace, that he'd begun to forget. Misstep. Move out of order.
Smile is thin, weary. It fades quickly, but isn't replaced by anger, or sorrow. Exhaustion, settles in, like an old friend.
ㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... Things are just weird lately, Ji. That's all - I'll pick up my slack.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ I need a break is all. ❞
this wasn't right. what did he do ? it takes only a moment to note the pill bottle somewhere to the side, takes only a moment for things to click in his head. and he finds himself furious. not with hyunwoo, of course, but with himself. if only he was stronger, if only he was more available to them.
he was failing them all.
' don't....woo, now is not the time to be worried about that. '
but he wouldn't say a word. not unless...well that wasn't something he wanted to think about.
head moves around, brain racing at a mile a minute as he tries to think of what to do. but he's never dealt with something like this. then he looks back down, brow furrowed in worry.
Were Min privy, Hyunwoo was certain he'd take the burden of shame and blame upon himself. Likely, in the way that Yu - Jin was, now. It'd been the fault of none. He was only so strong. He could only, himself, endure so much. Perhaps it was selfish, to fall into that line of thinking. They were, of course, each and all haunted by this demonic presence that seemed to slither and SEEP into every aspect of their lives, by now.
Head shakes slowly, lashes fluttering as he fights the beckon of sleep that seems to call like a siren. He was out of danger, he knew. Most of what he'd taken was gone. Either digested, or down the damn pipes. He'd have to endure the pain without the medication, but that's a consequence of hasty thinking.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ 'm fine ... ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA lie, spoken like a truth.
Hand shifts, takes Yu's in his own, clammy and cold. Brow creases, though not much. Squeeze he gives, is one trembling, and feeble. ❝ ... This ... isn't on you ... okay ? Keeps getting in my... damn head ... ❞
An assortment of questions for fans/friends to interview idol muses. Idol muses to speak candidly, managers of idol muses and rival idol groups. Feel free to to send anonymously or not. Adjust pronouns as needed.
INTERVIEW
❛ Are the rumors about you and [name] true? ❜
❛ We all know you have a secret [boyfriend/girlfriend/partner] so stop hiding them already. ❜
❛ What's your type? ❜
❛ You’ve been spotted with [name] a lot lately… is there something going on between you two? ❜
❛ Fans noticed you weren’t wearing your ring at the last performance. Does that mean anything? ❜
❛ How could you and [name] be together?! They aren't even your type! ❜
❛ Who was that mystery person you were photographed leaving the hotel with? ❜
❛ People say you and [name] aren’t as close anymore. What happened? ❜
❛ Do you ever get jealous seeing other idols date openly? ❜
❛ Have you ever broken a dating ban… and did you get caught? ❜
❛ Tell me exactly who you’re dating right now. I need names. ❜
❛ I want the details about the last time you kissed someone. Don’t leave anything out. ❜
❛ Who was the last person you texted before going on stage tonight? ❜
❛ Is it true one of your songs is secretly about a breakup? ❜
❛ Some fans think your chemistry with [name] is too good to be acting. What do you say to that? ❜
❛ Why did you unfollow [name] on Instagram? ❜
❛ Rumor has it you almost quit the group once, is that true? ❜
❛ Do you think your fans would accept you if you admitted to dating? ❜
❛ You seemed upset during the encore last night. Was something going on backstage? ❜
❛ What does your pillow smell like? ❜
❛ Tell me every person you’ve ever kissed, dated, or wanted to kiss. ❜
❛ Who was your first love, and do you still think about them? ❜
❛ Is there a rivalry between you and [name/group], or are fans just imagining it? ❜
❛ How many times have you had your heart broken since debut? ❜
❛ If you could date anyone right now, idol or not, who would it be? ❜
❛ How do you feel about the hate comments calling you the “weakest” in the group? ❜
❛ Is it true your family doesn’t support your career? ❜
❛ Why are there always strange marks or bruises on your arms? Are you hiding something? ❜
❛ Why are there always rumors of accidents and bad luck after your fan meetings? ❜
❛ How much of what we see on stage is actually you? ❜
❛ Some say you only got this far because of your looks. How do you feel about that? ❜
❛ What’s your response to rumors that you’ve secretly dated older men in the industry? ❜
❛ Do you ever worry that your fans don’t actually know the real you? ❜
IDOL
❛ Haha yeah I’m fine. Just crying in the company bathroom stall again, it’s basically part of the schedule at this point. ❜
❛ If one more person tells me to ‘just smile more,’ I will simply evaporate into the void. ❜
❛ I love being called a ‘national treasure’ while my mental health is actively being repossessed. ❜
❛ I have an angelic voice? Yeah I better, I sold my soul two comebacks ago. ❜
❛ Haha no worries, I didn’t want free will anyway. ❜
❛ I can’t remember the last time I was just… myself. ❜
❛ They don’t love me, they love the version of me I’ve been forced to play. ❜
❛ Every smile I give feels like a mask I can’t take off. ❜
❛ I’m surrounded by fans, but I’ve never felt lonelier. ❜
❛ I’ve given them everything, and somehow it’s still never enough. ❜
❛ When the lights go out, I feel like I disappear too. ❜
❛ I thought this stage would be my dream, but it feels more like a cage. ❜
❛ They’ve taken my voice, my image, my life… and left me with nothing. ❜
❛ I’m tired of being perfect for everyone else. ❜
❛ I can’t keep pretending I’m okay just because people need me to smile. ❜
❛ I look in the mirror and don’t recognize who’s staring back at me. ❜
❛ I’m not sure anyone remembers who I was before the fame. ❜
❛ Sometimes I wonder if my smile looks more serial killer or more hostage situation. ❜
❛ If I collapse on stage, just tell them it was part of the choreography. ❜
❛ Yeah I’m totally living the dream … if the dream is capitalism in glitter. ❜
❛ Why do fans keep saying I look tired? Bestie, that’s not a look, that’s a lifestyle. ❜
❛ Every time I bow, I’m also spiritually collapsing. Multi-tasking queen. ❜
❛ The company said ‘no dating,’ so now I’m in a committed relationship with burnout. ❜
❛ If I smile any harder, my jaw is going to file for workers comp. ❜
❛ Sometimes I wonder if disappearing would even matter… or if they’d just replace me. ❜
❛ I can’t tell if I’m loved or if I’m just entertainment. ❜
❛ Sure I’m loved by millions, but can I be loved by a nap? ❜
❛ My therapist said I should set boundaries, and I told her I don’t have the rights to those. ❜
❛ Yeah, I’m fine. By fine I mean emotionally concussed but still sparkly. ❜
❛ Who needs therapy when you have a fandom shipping you with your bandmates? ❜
❛ Don’t worry, if I burn out completely, the company will just rebrand me as a tragic backstory. ❜
❛ I can’t believe people ship me with my bandmate… actually, never mind, I totally can. ❜
❛ The fans think I’m secretly dating someone but I don’t even have time to secretly sleep. ❜
❛ Honestly, if you’re going to stalk me, at least buy merch first. Support small businesses. ❜
❛ Imagine being accused of having a sugar daddy when I can’t even afford boba. ❜
❛ The company told me to act innocent, but my resting face is literally “guilty.” ❜
❛ Dating scandal? No, babe, I’m just socially awkward and stood too close. ❜
❛ Honestly, if I get canceled, I hope it’s for something cool. Like summoning demons. ❜
❛ I can’t wink without breaking someone’s heart. It’s a gift and a curse. ❜
❛ I stayed up all night thinking of captions… still none were worthy of my brilliance. ❜
❛ I think people think I’m mysterious, but I honestly just forgot my lines again. ❜
❛ Cute? Yeah. Innocent? Absolutely not. ❜
❛ Honestly, I don’t even have competition. I am the standard. ❜
❛ They should be grateful just to breathe the same air as me. ❜
❛ I don’t practice to improve. I practice so I don’t get bored. ❜
❛ Every stage is mine the second I step on it. ❜
❛ The industry doesn’t deserve me, but here I am anyway. ❜
❛ You can’t rush art, and I am… art. ❜
❛ Don’t tag me in that picture, my hair looks criminal. ❜
❛ Which angle makes me look more like a legend? Left or left? ❜
❛ Hi! Hi! Did you eat? Drink water? Stretch?? ❜
❛ I’m just happy to be here—actually no, I’m thrilled! ❜
❛ Oh my gosh, I love your outfit, it’s so… you! ❜
❛ I baked cookies! Don’t ask if they’re edible, just take one! ❜
❛ Life’s too short to frown, so smile with me, okay? ❜
❛ Pretty stage dresses feel like straightjackets. ❜
❛ Wanna arm wrestle? No cameras, I just want to prove I can. ❜
❛ I clean up well, but don’t get used to it. ❜
❛ Ugh, I’m not leaving this couch for less than a paycheck. ❜
❛ Want me to carry that for you? No, really, it’s like a warm-up set. ❜
❛ If I miss one workout, I feel like I’m betraying my muscles. ❜
❛ I’m everyone’s sweetheart on stage, everyone’s nightmare off stage. ❜
❛ I promise I’ll be my best self… eventually. ❜
❛ Sure, I’ll wear the dress. Just don’t expect me to sit still in it. ❜
❛ You think I look scary? Good. Means you’re paying attention. ❜
❛ I’m not here to be soft. I’m here to be unforgettable. ❜
❛ My parents told me to “tone it down,” so I got louder. ❜
❛ Don’t call me delicate. I’ll break before I bend. ❜
❛ If confidence looks like arrogance, then fine, I’m arrogant. ❜
❛ My favorite accessory is attitude. ❜
❛ If I don’t fit the mold, maybe the mold is the problem. ❜
MANAGER
❛ You’re adorable. You’re also an insomniac menace. Balance that. ❜
❛ Smile like you’re happy, not like you’re plotting a homicide please. ❜
❛ I know you secretly hate the fluffy photo shoots but can you please just cooperate? ❜
❛ Stop arguing with the choreographer. Just dance. ❜
❛ The outfit isn’t negotiable. You look fine. Stop sulking. ❜
❛ I know you think it’s unfair but the schedule doesn’t bend for anyone. ❜
❛ Stop staring at the fans like that. You’re making them uncomfortable. ❜
❛ I don’t want excuses about the lines. You’ve had weeks to memorize them. ❜
❛ Hydrate. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. If you skip one, you ruin everything. ❜
❛ I don’t care if you’re “not feeling it” get out there and perform. ❜
❛ This isn’t personal. You’re just part of a machine. Handle it. ❜
❛ You think I don’t notice you skipping meals? Eat. For me. ❜
❛ Stop staring at your phone. I’m worried you’re overthinking every comment. ❜
❛ Get your rest tonight. No, seriously. I mean it. Sleep. ❜
❛ You’re going to be cranky tomorrow if you don’t eat. Trust me, the fans don’t want a cranky performance. ❜
❛ I know you’re anxious about the performance, but you’re not allowed to talk yourself out of it. ❜
❛ I know you want to do everything perfectly, but you’re human. Even the fans know that. ❜
❛ Stop rolling your eyes. You’re not the only one stressed. And yes, I’m stressed too. ❜
❛ You can complain, sulk, or glare at me all you want but I’m not letting anything happen to you out there. ❜
❛ I can see you’re frustrated. Let’s take five, breathe, and then kill that stage. ❜
❛ If you stumble on stage, it won’t be the end of the world. I’ll still be proud of you. ❜
❛ I can see how exhausted you are, and it terrifies me. Please… rest. ❜
❛ You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you, and that’s enough for me. ❜
❛ If you cry tonight, I’ll sit with you. I don’t care where or when. ❜
RIVALS
❛ Congrats on the win… must feel nice to finally beat us once. ❜
❛ Cute choreography. Did your mommy help with that? ❜
❛ Oh, you call that singing live? Brave. ❜
❛ Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts. We’ll be taking it back. ❜
❛ Don’t get too comfortable. The charts won’t coddle you for long. ❜
❛ Wow, matching outfits again? Original. ❜
❛ Nice try. We did it first, and better. ❜
❛ Keep practicing. Maybe one day you’ll reach our level. ❜
❛ Oh, you won? Congrats. The pity votes really came through. ❜
❛ That fan chant sounded weak. Guess ours drowned yours out. ❜
❛ Funny how you’re always “inspired” by us. ❜
❛ Do you even remember what it’s like to win first place? ❜
❛ Thanks for being our opening act. You really warm up the crowd. ❜
❛ We’re not rivals. You’re just chasing our shadow. ❜
❛ Smile while you can. Scandals don’t stay buried forever. ❜
❛ Don’t confuse popularity with talent. ❜
❛ Better luck next comeback. Or the one after. Or… the one after that. ❜
❛ Try not to trip over our leftovers. ❜
❛ It must be exhausting, always running after us. ❜
❛ Cute fanbase you’ve got. Shame half of them stream our songs too. ❜
❛ Oh, you looked so… energetic up there. Really gave it your all. ❜
❛ That high note was bold. Not everyone could pull that off. ❜
❛ Your concept this album feels… familiar. Déjà vu, maybe. ❜
❛ It’s cute how hard you’re working to keep up. ❜
❛ You’ve really improved since your debut. Still a little rough, but progress. ❜
❛ Your fans must be proud you tried. ❜
❛ That outfit was daring. Personally, I’d never risk it. ❜
❛ Oh, you’re trending! Even if it’s not for your music. ❜
❛ Your performance was… refreshing. I can’t say I’ve ever seen something like that before. ❜
❛ Your choreography looks exhausting. We’d never put our members through that. ❜
❛ The passion you bring to the stage almost distracts from the mistakes. Almost. ❜
❛ You’ve really carved out your own little niche. It’s… adorable. ❜
❛ We love how unique your styling is. It really stands out in the industry. ❜
❛ That concept must have been hard for you to pull off. Good effort, though. ❜
❛ You’ve really nailed the art of making the most out of very little. ❜
❛ So glad to see you guys getting recognition at last. ❜
❛ You’ve got such dedicated fans. It’s sweet how much they support you. ❜
❛ Every group has their strengths. Yours are… well, different. ❜
❛ You definitely gave people something to talk about. ❜
dorms quiet, everyone doing their own thing and keep to themselves. but there's a twist in his gut as he walks through. min and ji were still in daegu, gang was sound asleep still from a late night of travel, but woo hadn't been heard from. it's how he ends up outside the door, how he finds himself knocking until knuckles are red and raw.
it's how he finds himself pushing the door open and finding him still with bare movement coming from chest.
' ...woo ? '
move to the other's side, dropping beside as hands reach out to shake shoulders.
Breathing remains shallow ; audible. He's clinging to something, albeit barely. It's been a stress so great, he couldn't help but bend. Vaguely, is he able to hear a voice, though it's distant, echoing. Body is shaken, and eyes are barely able to open. He feels ... heavy. He is heavy. Gaze wanders to Yu's expression, panicked, bleary - eyed, almost.
Limbs feel heavy ; it's a Herculean task to move even his arm, twitching fingers resting at hand that shakes him so desperately. Touch alone, feels unreal, as if the skin is wet paper and will slide eventually away. Mouth is dry, but he manages to muster the effort to speak.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Do not ... tell Min. ❞
Anger. Grief. Memories, too fresh, played back, and he buckled 'neath it all. Words that come are slurred, but he does what he can to articulate in this dazed state.
Eerie, is his stillness.
Head, turned to the side ; now - empty bottle, still in hand.
With fortune, much of it was purged. But enough, still, circulated his system to keep him at rest.
A foolish decision with an outcome, that could have been far worse.