Royal

Sometimes I feel inhuman, cold hearted, detached from this world I live in. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and discover in horror of who I’ve become.

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jaehyunize:

Jaehyun shifted his gaze to the older man, before fixing it back to Royal’s schedule. “Definitely. But was it that different?” He attempted a reply. Jaehyun was never too much of an observant, but he could answer his own question after seeing the surroundings himself. He could picture how old-fashioned this room could be years ago. Okay. “Well, you technically are. But you’re still one of the coolest.”

           "Yes." He replied simply, glancing around the room. "The music, the clothing, how people dance, it's drastically different than it was even a decade ago." He stated, glancing at the younger out of the corner of his eye at the compliment. "Are you brown-nosing?"

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littlemalee:

          “it’s safe to say that we’re much more lively and reckless than what you’re use to,” malee acknowledged, pointing to the extremely drunk circle of people in the centre of the room. “for example, them right there. i give it about another 2 drinks before they’re either puking or on the floor.”

          “No.” He replied shutting down that idea. “It’s not safe to say that.” He continued, knowing that after seventeen years, he could say that one of the things that never changed was the reckless feeling and attitude of youth. "It's likely, but that kind of behaviour is hardly anything new."

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                                                                    ROYAL

Century Solo Concert: LA Song

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          “God, things are so different.” Royal stated eyes glancing around the club, from the music, to the clothes, and the dancing, everything had changed so much over the years, it was nothing like how things had been when he first had his debut. That fact make him feel ancient, perhaps out of place, though he wouldn’t show that last part. “I feel old.” 

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zhngenlai:

       This was the type of thing that happened in dramas. Where the poor orphanage boy meets the man who inspired him into becoming  an idol and they end up dancing together to the song and becoming friends–or more then friends, if the drama decided to allude to that route. (After all, En may have been naive but he heard about the rumors surrounding the idols around the  company.) He tries not to get too much in his own head though, stopping to hear him speak.

       “S’not dated at all.” He says, with all honesty in his heart.  “Dated is like.. Tagryu, by Chae Manshik,.. it was made in 1941. And this song… it was made when?” Enlai really didn’t see how it was dated, perhaps it was an older song but even then it only came out? Around twenty years ago. but he genuinely enjoyed the other’s work, more so than most people’s in the genre. “Your music is timeless.. it’s inspired a lot of people.” His voice is shy, nervous even as he’s never been in such a situation before, but he hopes the other can see he’s genuine at least.

          That normal impassive look stayed on Royal's face, seemingly permanently etched there until the cameras were turned on him, then the faux charm had to come out. Yet under that something about him just seemed tired these days, bordering on despondent.

            "It's seventeen years old, that's older than some idols in this building." He stated simply, knowing compared to all these new young idols running around, he was practically ancient. "I'm flattered you think so." He continued, and he knew his music had been popular for the better part of the last two decades, yet he figured once he was dead and gone, no one would even remember it. "Though I do feel bad everytime an idol says they got into this industry because of me."

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resevong:

                    seyong’s eyes widened “yes, i am! i’m choi seyong.” he was nearly beaming, the fact that his personal idol knew he the most basic facts about him was beyond his imagining. he had lots of things he wanted to say, but he was a little too starstruck to formulate any coherent thoughts. “oh… right! i was getting out of your way. sorry again.” he knelt down to stuff the last few things in his bag before standing up again

                      “i’m sure you hear this all the time, but you were really a huge inspiration to me and you actually are what made me want to be an idol.”

          "Nice to meet you." He replied, eying the other carefully. "You don't have to leave, show me what you're working on."

           While it was always flattering to know someone listened to his music, and looked up to him, yet he always felt a little guilty every time and idol admitted they got into this industry because of him. As glamorous as he may have made this life look, it wasn't nearly the same when you were living it, in fact, it was a brutal lifestyle, idols selling their lives just for a shot at fame. "I'm flattered, though I feel I must apologize for that fact." He mused.

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shinndaewon:

As long as Royal stayed silent, Daewon figured that he would do the same. While most people seemed to be content with chatter during work, or even prefer it, Daewon was definitely not one of that crowd. Mistakes were left uncaught and good ideas were never checked on whenever he had to double his attention on more than one thing. At least in these situations anyways when he was pinning together and stitching new garments together. Anyone who had seen him behind the curtains of a fashion show certain wouldn’t have thought such a thing.

“I have put in several,” he assured after a moment, half tempted to turn off his music forthe sake of the conversation. Plus this violin concerto was one of his favorites and he already knew that he was going to restart it as soon as Royal left anyways. “And I’m giving them a week’s time to get back to me about it before I start knocking on their doors myself.”

           Royal knew that the company wasn't exactly good at listening to its idols or staff,  preferring to act like more of a dictator than anything else. Yet he hoped in some cases they would listen, while it may have been more out of self-interest than anything else, he'd like the other to get a bigger workroom just so he could have his training room back. "Perhaps you're not putting them to the right person." He stated. "If you bang down to many doors, you might find yourself at one that'll do more damage than good."

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keosura:

keo nodded a little, understanding where he was coming from, but also shrugging a little bit to himself. “p-probably.. but i don’t really um.. i don’t sleep much, anyway.” his words were quiet, softer, as they always were when he was like this. both nervous, but calmed at the same time. more surprised than anything, because he still hadn’t expected for one of his seniors to show up suddenly. it made keo feel smaller. “i.. practice to tire myself out s-sometimes, or to distract myself, sunbae.. b-but if you need the room, i’ll go–”

           Royal listened as the other spoke, able to sense the nervousness radiating off of the younger, which was never anything new to him. It had been years in the making, but he'd long since reached the point in his career where his success could be considered intimidating. "You should fix that." He replied. "You may think you're bettering yourself but you're not, you'll over exhaust your muscles and your mind, leaving you more prone to injury, which could be potentially career-ruining." Royal continued, eyes remaining on the other. "If you need to tire yourself out, there are natural sleeping supplements."

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rningyus:

mingyu twiddled with the pencil between his fingers as he sat at the bench for the second straight hour. his neck had started to ache thirty minutes ago with the last refrain, but he still couldn’t figure out how to exactly tie it into the bridge. picking up his phone from the piano top, he listened to the little voice memo again. this was his usual process: he’d think of a melody, hum a recording into his phone, and then take it to home or work to flesh it out. the last step was always the hardest for him.  ‘ hm, ’  he pursed his lips into a thin line and readied his hands to play again, not noticing the other in the room. 

          Aimless may have been a good work to describe Royal in that moment. He was killing time with no real particular thing to hold his attention, yet with an hour to burn between now and his next meeting, he was left trying to find something to keep him occupied. Perhaps it was the sound of music that drew him in, or perhaps it just natural instinct, either way, he found himself quietly opening the door, eyes lingering on the back of other, listening quietly.

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chaeyuls:

at his words, chaeyul can’t help but scorn royal’s ego. it may very well be earned, given what he implies he’s done for the company, but still it ticks her off — especially when she’s got quite the ego of her own. it’s true that she likely wouldn’t be at century without his success, but she has enough (perhaps too much) confidence that she’s sure she could’ve made it at any other company. in the back of her mind, she notes that it’s kind of dream-shattering to meet one of her childhood idols and have this kind of hostility as their first impression, but she guesses that’s why they say to never meet your heroes. her brow arches at his retort; she makes sure to look him right in the eye when she answers, with another feigned smile and exaggerated politeness, “of course, 선배님. apathy is the lack of enthusiasm, interest or concern. for example…” and here she sharply turns her head away from him, effectively ignoring his presence as she goes back to massaging her calves with the heels of her palms.

          Most people who met Royal behind the scenes, knew he wasn't easy to work with, in fact he was known for being too controlling, always thinking his way, was the right way. Long gone was the lighthearted boy who'd taken over the scene all those years ago, that part of him promptly crushed, and devoured by this industry. He let out a breath through his nose at her reply, something between snort, and perhaps very vaguely a laugh. Yet he didn't comment on it yet, instead, walking further into the room, stretching out the muscles in his arms as he did so. "Clever." He mused, knowing there were very few people in this building you'd give him attitude, even those who hated him tended to steer clear of it, yet it was a little refreshing not to have someone bending over backwards to accommodate him. "Are you always like this?"

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shinndaewon:

“And I’ve been using it for the last three hours, what a coincidence.” Daewon quipped, not bothering to pull his attention away from the dress form this time. It was apparent that this conversation was going to be going on for quite some time so he didn’t particularly want to pull his attention away from his own work right now. Even if he was talking to Yi Youngjae right now.

He didn’t bother bringing up the fact that he didn’t really care what particular reason the room had been unlocked when he found it. There had been plenty of instances where practice rooms had been left unlocked during the evening hours for various reasons. There should have been a clearer sign saying that it was going to be properly used.

“These clothes aren’t for idols nor shows, so it didn’t matter much to me what the fabrics touched. Anything for Sonder is stored in my work room,” he assured after a moment.

          Royal just sighed, watching the other work, and admittedly, the stylist was pretty good, at least from what he could see. But there was still a tickle of irritation under his skin, simply from having one of his favourite spaces in the building taken over. He was so used to his own routines, that it was actually strange to be pulled out of them, yet as much as he didn't want to admit it, it was a little refreshing to have his routine broken, snapping him out of his normal autopilot mode.

          "A workroom sounds like an excellent place to work." He mused. "Perhaps if you find yours too small you should put out a request for a bigger one."

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xseonu:

open

“Don’t make fun of me, okay?” Seonwoo said, looking at the person in front of him. “You know how some tests have those weird math problems,” he sighed, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. “The ones like ‘Chulsoo bought 34 watermelons’.”

Seonwoo rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… I turned into one of those math problems. Seonwoo baked eighty cupcakes by accident.” Enough dodging around the actual problem. “Basically, what I’m trying to say is I baked 80 cupcakes by accident. I am a very forgetful person, I realized that, but I don’t know what to do with all my freakin’ cupcakes!”

Seonwoo, you see, had put the cupcakes in different places to cool and when he saw they weren’t on top of the stove, he thought he hadn’t put them in, then he thought he hadn’t even made the cupcakes to begin with.

So, basically, Seonwoo made eighty cupcakes because he’s an idiot and hot mess.

           Royal wasn't exactly certain why, or how, he'd gotten himself involved in his conversation, but it did give him a keen reminder of why he tried to avoid actually talking to people outside of things that were work-related.

           "I see." He replied, listening to the other's tale, wondering how one person could manage something like that, he'd never been a baker himself, but he assumed the amount of effort one put into making the batter, would mean one would notice they were making a lot. "Donate them to a shelter, put them at the front door, there are plenty of ways to get rid of food, just pick one."

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fircworks:

          Nuri had been practicing most of the night. Even though she liked to push limits, and probably ANNOY staff more than some of the other trainees, she also worked just as hard, if not more. She wasn’t the type to just spout she needed a break or the trainees needed some food for energy only to lay around most of the day and take advantage of what she could get from staff. No, she was one of the ones in the training rooms at three or four in the morning, going over choreography and making up her own in order to impress the people who need to be impressed. She didn’t train three years through countless days of little to no sleep, strict diets, and numerous lessons not to debut with the upcoming girl group. 

           She’d just finished dancing to one of the songs when the doors opened. She turned around, EXPECTING it to be another trainee or a staff member saying she had to wrap it up, but what she got was….Royal. Nuri liked to test people, sure, but she was also respectful. And considering the man had been in the entertainment industry for so long, you had to be.  Even though her eyes were questioning,  she bowed,  and looked back at him, surprised at the sudden statement.  “…Sorry sunbaenim. I was practicing choreo.”  She’d rarely ever seen him, but she knew about him of course, since he was basically the face of the company. She didn’t say anything else, but there was almost an edge to her words. She wasn’t planning on leaving. 

          Royal didn't recognize the other, which meant they were either a trainee, or just one of the groups he hardly paid attention to, that being said, he hardly paid attention to most groups regardless. None the less, he gave a brief bow of his head in return to the other's bow, he may be rather icy, but he still had manners. "I assumed that much." He stated simply. "You know this room is always booked out from eleven till five?" He questioned, an eyebrow-cocking, for the better part of the last ten years it had been booked out during that time frame, but that also meant it was always unlocked, often giving the impression it was open for use. Somedays Royal wasn't even in the building despite it being under his name, those who do the scheduling just knowing to have it set aside.

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shinndaewon:

“I’m very aware of what room I’m currently in,” Daewon assured Royal, glancing over at him again for a moment before going back to his fabrics and the dress form. The floor had been clean of any debris and dust, and it had been dry before he put anything down on it, and that was all he really cared about. This wasn’t going to be anything he would put out there, it was mostly so he could get used to working with some different materials than what he typically worked with. So even if it did get dirty it wouldn’t be the end of the world. “Just like there’s plenty  of other dance studios, there’s even one next door and another one across the hall. And I assure you, the floors are clean enough for me.”

          Royal kept a rather steely gaze on the other, yet there was something despondent about it, his face sitting in its normal blank expression, it wasn't the one he painted for the cameras and the stages, it was the one he wore in when he felt like he had nothing to lose by showing his true colours. "Call it a habit, I've been using this studio for twelve years." He mused, and while by all means, it belonged to the company, it was practically his room, those who used during his normal hours either didn't know, or didn't care, and he wasn't sure which he was facing. "I'm not going to die by going somewhere else, but know in the future the reason why this room is unlocked at this time is because I've booked it during this time frame." Though truthfully it was never exactly 'unbooked', in fact he hogged it, always booked and ready, even when he wasn't in the building. “I hope you use cleaner surfaces when making clothes for idols.”

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leexnoah:

Noah wasn’t exactly one for late night practices, they were too fond of their sleep for it most of the time but not today. They would have to be up and back at the company in only a handful of hours anyway and really Noah had been finding their personal performances lacking lately. Rationally the blonde chalked it up to their recent bouts of anxiety but even with a solid reason like that, it didn’t change the backlash Noah would start to get if people noticed that they weren’t putting everything they had into it anymore.

So they’d hauled themselves up in a random practice room going over the same few songs again and again. Until they finally felt the mistakes were ironed out.

They were situated in the middle of the floor when Royal walked in. Towel dabbing at their face as the slowly walked around whilst picking yet another song off of their phone only fully stopping when they really realised who it was. “You should be as well sunbae-nim,” Noah said with a polite bow as they turned off the music. “But yet we’re both here. It’s not like there’s a rule against it though.”

          Royal was aware that most of the time he ran into an idol, or a trainee at this time of the night, it wasn't because they were like him. He prefered to work in the evenings opposed to the daytime, but for others they'd likely worked through the day until now, and as hard on the surface as he may come off as, he knew what that life was like, and wished people would take time to breathe, and rest while they could. He knew as time goes on, many would regret that lack of rest, at least he did, even now he still has days where he works without sleeping, and it's never easy on the body.

       He bowed his head in return to the other, before shaking his head. "This is when I always practice, I avoid being in the building during the day when I can." He mused, knowing he was less likely to run into a starstruck staff member, or one of the old-suits, when he came in during the wee hours of the night. "It's not against the rules so long as the security guards know you're in here."

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chaeyuls:

when the lights come on and chaeyul stops squinting long enough to realise who she’s talking to, she instantly feels her body tense. royal is kind of a big deal, obviously, and chaeyul even grew up on some of his music — so much so as to consider herself a bit of a fan. her face flushes with embarrassment, but her pride is in the way of an apology. “no,” she admits with her jaw clenched. ‘after hours’ literally means past regular working or licensed opening hours; as a trainee, she isn’t allowed to book times in those slots, but… well. clearly it’s not the same once your name is actually worth something. with a roll of her eyes, she voices those exact thoughts, “but i shouldn’t be surprised that you get to. those who rake in profits aren’t bound by common rules, yadda yadda.” she returns to massaging her sore legs, teeth gritted. even if he wanted her to leave, she’d probably need a couple of minutes before she considered herself steady enough to walk out without her (and her dignity) collapsing onto the floor. she shoots him a glare, sighing, “i didn’t expect you to be, mr big shot. ever heard of sarcasm?”

          Royal kept that same impassive look on his face as the other spoke, his gaze more despondent and disinterested opposed to anything else. "Well it is." He stated, cocking an eyebrow slightly as she spoke. "Perhaps it is because of the money, but none of you would be here without  it, so I don't believe that's truly an issue." He mused, knowing that when he was trainee nineteen years previous, the company was much more modest, only a 3 story building, compared to the current highrise they bought over a decade ago that they currently resided in. But he'd been one of the few original artists that actually succeeded out of Century, and they used that wave he'd made to launch more and more groups to fame, now bringing in an obnoxious amount of money all on the backs of hard working idols. "I'm aware,  have you ever heard of being apathetic?"

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