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fmdyena·:

“old and frail? ew no never.” yena shuddered at the thought. the future was not something yena really took into consideration, especially not so far into the future, it simply wasn’t something she could envision. somewhere she knew aging was pretty much inevitable, the alternative not much better but that didn’t mean she was gonna spend time actively considering it. “i wouldn’t make for a very sexy grandma so i’ve decided to just not. it’s simply not for me, nothing to be done about it.” she shrugged. and for yena, that was that concern handled. perhaps that was a sign “like milf age? sure, i wanna be the hot wine aunt on the block some day but up until the point that i’m old and shit starts to hurt? no thank you, i’ll pass.

guaging his muscles, yena nodded wisely in agreement. “i’m sure you do, they’re nice muscles.” she concluded. “of course i am, which succesful woman is not? i’m not gonna get anywhere by asking just the once and then giving up.” she teased, bumping her hip into jinki’s. “as they should, as they should. i’m a revolutionary really, who’s doing it like me.” modesty had never been in yena’s book, in no sense of the word, she simply had no time for it. “food sounds incredible! can we get tteokbokki, it feels like it’s been forever since i last had some with how management has been down my neck.”

jinki could understand the sentiment. the thought of getting old was something he never liked to ponder or dwell on. he liked himself just the way that he was - young, in shape, handsome and capable. his senior citizen years, while very far away, would hit him eventually. he just hoped that the hard work he put in to stay healthy and in shape during his youthful years would pay off and benefit him when he reaches what people eloquently, and what he assumed to be jokingly, his golden years. “hey, you never know. there are a lot of hot grandmas out there in the world, you could be one of them. give yourself more credit than that.” he wasn’t a blind, he could see that yena was a very attractive woman, and more times than not, women didn’t lose their beauty as they aged - at least not in his eyes.

“if you’re the hot wine aunt, i’m planning on being the hot rich uncle. hopefully one of my siblings has kids so i don’t have to do that for them.” the thought of being a father was rather off putting, at least for where jinki was in his life and his current mindset. it was terrifying even thinking of himself as a father. “thanks for noticing. i’m glad the hard work is paying off.” he jokingly flexed his arm arms. “a revolutionary, huh? if you say so. i’m sure you’ll have a very successful life as a trailblazer,” he teased, gently bumping her back. “yeah, of course. there’s a nice little restaurant down the street that has great tteokbokki and soju.”

#⎣ º — ʏᴇɴᴀ ⎤#⎣ º — Qᴜᴇᴜᴇ ⎤

fmdkami·:

“i’d say, rookie enough but i think anyone after 2014 is a rookie to me.” she shrugged her shoulders with a smirk. “though, depending on the hand your dealt, some loose that spark in their eyes that you’d think they’d be in the industry longer than me.” her group had been one of those very groups.

she nodded her head in agreement before she responded. “they don’t and they don’t mind playing for it. i don’t expect myself to change but it does feel good to bitch about it every once in a while right? we can’t do it freely, so exchanges like this unless we want to be called ungrateful. i know i benefit from the process but a little complaining about it goes a long way.” she smirked again and did the cutting motion along her neck. “as for your other question, i think we could do it but it’d have to be off with their heads style, no mercy.”

after a certain amount of time in the industry, rookie groups did tend to start running together. so many groups debuted in just one year alone that it was practically impossible to keep track of all of them. and the longer that jinki promoted as an idol, the more likely it was that he would mistake people who had debuted a little bit after him as rookies, even if they weren’t. “i can relate to that. for me, it’s more so anyone who debuted after 2017.” he had debuted in 2014 himself after all. “if i’m being honest, it doesn’t take much to lose that spark.” and by much, he meant it only took a few wrong moves made by a company to suck the motivation and drive out of an idol.

“bitching and complaining about things amongst your peers and away from the higher ups is a lot better than internalizing everything. i’m not all that great with keeping a filter on my mouth though, so i guess i’m screwed either way.” he had gotten into heated disagreements with managers and higher ups before, and of course he had been scolded and reprimanded for acting so callously with towards people he was supposed to respect, but he didn’t care. if he had something to say, he would say it. “off with their heads style.. would that be such a bad thing?”

#⎣ º — ᴋᴀᴍɪ ⎤#⎣ º — Qᴜᴇᴜᴇ ⎤

wenees

smiley Wonho ♡

#⎣ º — ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ⎤

⎣ º — @fmdyul ⎤

with the end of impulse’s all night era and promotions coming to a close, jinki had found himself with a lot of free time on his hands. with the exception of a few dance practices here and there to prep them for their next tour, the rapper and dancer had time to do what he usually liked to do - drink. some might say that he had too big of a dependence on alcohol, but he would disagree. he didn’t need to drink, he just preferred to. besides, with his high alcohol tolerance, it wasn’t like drinking made him incapacitated for the entire day. he could still function. it just took the edge off.

he hadn’t been awake for too long, even though it was nearing midday, when he heard knocking at his front door. he let out a loud groan as he heaved himself off of his couch, his hand rubbing against his bare chest as he looked at the monitor near the front door, checking to see who it was first, before he answered the door. “does your phone not work?” he asked instead of greeting the younger male standing on the other side of his door after opening it, turning to walk away so yul could let himself in. “you usually just show up at people’s place without calling first?” he wasn’t angry or annoyed, not in the slightest, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to give him a hard time.

#⎣ º — ʏᴜʟ ⎤#fmdyul #alcohol tw #tw alcohol

fmdsunghee:

keeping track of all the groups and artists coming back was simply a task sunghee couldn’t be bothered to execute. there were people responsible for that, after all – companies higher ups, the music show producers and whatnot. the mcs would be told what they had to do, given their script for the day, which groups they were going to be interviewing and what they had to say when handing over the week’s trophy and that was about it. sunghee was not interested in having more responsibilities than that and neither should they be trusted to keep track of anything by themselves.

impulse wasn’t a group that sunghee interacted much with. in fact, most of gold star groups were a bit foreign to them, beyond the usual idol interaction. vive aside, sunghee mostly stuck to dimensions groups or the other members of champion, needing more of the closeness that came with being around people for extended periods of time. they were still seniors sunghee respected and whose music they enjoyed. “ah, i think it mostly just means we’re not going to be interviewing you this time around,” sunghee nodded. “it happens sometimes, especially when there are a lot of comebacks at the same time. some people might not enjoy that but i think this only means you can relax backstage for longer, don’t you?”

mc’ing and hosting music shows had never been a task that had fallen under jinki’s radar when it came to what he was interested in. it would be a great way to get publicity and have more people see his face more often than not, but when he really thought about everything that went into it, he couldn’t be bothered to pursue that particular career path. it seemed like it was a lot of work, more work than it was worth for jinki. having to keep track of different groups, the script and being the first to arrive and last to leave? definitely not. he had respect for people who decided to go through with it, or could fake that they actually enjoyed it when their companies forced them to go through with it.

when it came to the members of unity, jinki knew them. more like knew of them, that is. their interactions had never surpassed more than the basics, and he hadn’t gotten the chance to form a connection with most of the members of the group, despite unity having debuted five years prior. that was to be expected though. with so many people in the idol industry, it was impossible to befriend everyone, even disregarding clashing personality traits. “oh, cool.” that was a relief. he was glad that the music show interviews usually happened at the beginning of promotional cycles. “that’s exactly what it means. i take any time i can get relaxing.” he nodded his head once. “are you one of the people that wouldn’t enjoy it?”

#⎣ º — ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴇᴇ ⎤

fmdsan·:

san nodded his head in confirmation. “because of the company.” he didn’t mind saying it, he there was a contract involved after all. “i came to them with a few songs, be it albums or singles but it all leaned more towards r&b…a little rock.” he didn’t venture far outside of his comfort zone.

“since i’ve found success with other music, i think they want to see how i’d do with a coffee house type vibe.” he shrugged, “i’m assuming it’d do well, since the public likes that type of music…i don’t think my fans would care too much.” they’re just pretty much happy that he’s releasing music and doing great at the same time. “but i’m not sold yet.”

jinki had figured that. most of the time when a lot of idols made their solo debuts, breaking away from their groups, the company still played a large part in their sound and concept. it didn’t matter how good at writing lyrics, producing or composing they were, the company they were contractually tied to would always have the last say in what one of their artists would release or participate in. “i figured. companies tend to keep tight leashes on us, don’t they?”

he let out a chuckle. “r&b and rock? that’s actually a good combination, not too bad.” he nodded in understanding. “you’re not sold yet because it’s not something you’re completely comfortable with, i get it. maybe you could try coming to some agreement with dimensions? have the coffee house sound for your title tracks and a few side tracks, but have some side tracks that incorporate more of your usual sound?”

#⎣ º — ꜱᴀɴ ⎤

fmdsunghee:

location:backstage at music core date: any saturday of may with:open

several months into the job and sunghee is by now used to the corridors of the mbc building. mcing for the music show, which had originally been a task that had scared sunghee to a certain extent, is now enough part of their routine that they know they are going to miss it terribly when time comes for their contract to be officially over. they are used to the staff, the ones that look after them and the other mcs so well and with so much care, they are used to the routine and, most importantly, they are used to the job. they like the job. sunghee never thought it’d become something they enjoy so much.

today, they are not only an mc but also a performer. with unity recently having had a comeback, they are double busy – not only do they have to keep up with their mc obligations, sunghee also has to make sure they film everything they need for unity, knowing they are also likely to have someplace else to go after due to schedules. it’s a lot. enough that they only notice the person next to them in the line of the cafeteria is someone they know by the time they are almost paying for their coffee. “oh, hi,” a bow of their head, sunghee tries to give them a smile. “i forgot you were promoting. am i interviewing you today or have i already?”

it was impulse’s last week of promotions and jinki was honestly looking forward for it to come to an end. he had fun promoting their newest comeback, it was a big change from the sound their music had taken on for the past few years, but it was a change he found enjoyable. it was a bit of a challenge for him to adapt to a lighter concept and figuring out what kind of vibe to put off for those performances, but it was a challenge he took on without batting an eyelash. however, just like in the past, things eventually died down for him and he grew bored with their song. jinki was a finicky man; if he dwelled on one thing for too long, the amusement and novelty he had regarding it faded and he wanted to move on to the next best thing. the end of their promotional cycle hadn’t come at a more perfect time.

with his hands clutching a bottle of water in one hand, he was trying his best to patiently wait for the line to move along. he was starving, and the little sandwich he had ordered would have to be enough to hold him over until he could actually get his hands on an actual meal. “huh? oh, hey.” he hadn’t even realized the other idol had been in such close proximity to him, his attention focused solely on his task at hand. he returned the smile given to him. “sometimes i forget i’m promoting too. you haven’t interviewed impulse yet. not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.”

#⎣ º — ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴇᴇ ⎤

shownuxhyungwon

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#⎣ º — ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ ⎤

fmdahri:

korean was ahri’s native language, but living in the unites states had caused english to be the language she’s most comfortable with. it wasn’t something she was proud of, especially since her parents always expressed how important it was she stayed connected with her roots and take pride in it. the days that she felt that was lacking, she pulled out one of her workbooks and did as much as she could with the limited free time she was allowed to have. today happened to be one of those days, but one question had been proving to be more difficult than she expected. ahri couldn’t find the right word to use, and it was turning her frustration into anger with each second she had to spend on it. she really didn’t want to have to ask for help, but it felt like she’d be there for the rest of the day if she didn’t.

the young rapper turned around and turned to the closest person. “excuse me? i have a quick question. how would you say- wait never mind! i am so sorry, i just remembered what it was.” ahri went to write down the thought before it slipped her mind again. even though she was ecstatic to no longer be dealing with the question, she still felt bad for wasting a few seconds of someone’s life because they couldn’t get it back. there wasn’t harm in engaging in small talk, plus she could use the small break from something that was stressing her out. “so, since i already started talking to you, how’s your day been?”

with anyone where unspecified when april/may

before jinki could even open his mouth to respond to the vaguely familiar face in his line of vision, her question had been retracted and she was backtracking. he blinked once, before shaking his head. “alright then,” he hummed, before shrugging his shoulders. “my day? pretty boring. i guess you can say it’s been a little busy too. impulse has been promoting for a little while now, so my day’s been jam packed, but it’s better than not having work at all, right?” he asked, offering her a forced, but kind smile. jinki was a sociable person, but he wasn’t the type to randomly start conversations with others, and other people tended not to just jump right into starting conversations with him either. with his build and stature, most people tended to be intimidated by him, which he thought was a little funny. he might not have been the nicest person, but he wasn’t a brute. he was glad she didn’t seem to be put off by his physical appearance.

it took him a second for it to settle in who he was speaking to, and then the lightbulb went off. “oh, wait - you’re in that new group, right? crystal.. chroma crystal? right?” he didn’t keep up with many rookie groups, but the concept of their group was something he hadn’t seen done before. their debut song wasn’t really his cup of tea, he enjoyed cute concepts, but he didn’t care too much for the song. their second song, however, was much better than their first. “you sing that one song, right? sweet crazy love or something?”

#⎣ º — ᴀʜʀɪ ⎤

fmdsan·:

he didn’t think his return to the culture complex would be so soon. but that’s what happened when you didn’t properly thank care of your things. it didn’t take long for san to realize his bag was missing but it did take him a while to get back here to get it. along with alien stuff, his next release was also being thought about. and some of the suggestions, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to go along with it.

now, here was waiting for the elevator to come so he could make his escape. when he stepped on, he saw a fellow idol coming down. san gave a small wave and stepped on, moving to lean against the wall. “what do you think about coffee house? i mean, as in the music. we’re working on what i should go for with my next release and the company is pushing for more of a coffee house vibe.”

it seemed as though as of late, jinki had been given a bunch of things to do, even more than usual. with promotions for impulse’s new comeback, all night, in full swing, he found himself with less and less time on his hands. a month jam packed with schedules along with the usual music show performances has taken up most of his day during the week, and even on the weekends, leaving him with little to no free time. although it was something he was used to, and something he couldn’t complain about. being booked and busy was a lot better than being trapped in gold star’s basement for however long they wanted to work on their other groups.

he sped up his stride when he saw the elevator doors open, hurrying onto the elevator when someone else walked off, before pushing the button for the floor he was going to. then the doors opened again and another idol got on. he smiled at san, nodding his head in greeting. “coffee house music?” he asked, before shrugging his shoulders. “it’s not bad. not the genre i usually listen to, but i think there are some nice songs that artists have released. is that a genre you’re interested in, or are you just doing it because your company wants you to?”

#⎣ º — ꜱᴀɴ ⎤

goldstarnation

Impulse - All Night M/V

Uploaded by the Gold Star Media Youtube account on April 7.

#⎣ º — ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱᴇ ⎤

fmdkami:

“i met one person i think..” kami held up a a single finger, trying to remember it clearly. “and they seemed pretty happy, i didn’t have the hear to be a downer.” she wasn’t cruel all the time, see? “but it’s good, i’m glad to see that most of my fellow idols are on the same page, do we have enough people to start a rebellion?” it sounded fun, if not a little messy.

“why should they right? the big people in power. they’re never seen and they have nothing to loose. something happens? find someone to take the blame, make a few promises and do well for a while until people forget.” and then the cycle repeated itself. “ah, so you are a bit of rebel but be careful, not just your manager but your fans might enjoy it.”

“were they a rookie idol?” call him jaded or negative, but he didn’t think there were many idols who had been active for as long as he had, or even as long as Kami had, and still held onto the same excitement and wide eye curiosity that they had during their earlier years of being idols. he had assumed that everyone became jaded as the years went by. so many disappointments or metaphorical slaps in the face would do that to someone. “i think we might have enough people to start a rebellion, but would that really be worth it? sounds like a lot of effort for no change to be made in the end.”

jinki nodded his head in agreement. “exactly, exactly. they don’t have to do much of anything besides throw their money around to get what they want.” maybe it was a little bit hypocritical of jinki to be speaking in such a way, especially because he himself tended to use his money to get the things he wanted. however, it was different in his eyes. he was one person, while bc entertainment and the other companies were just that - companies, that held a lot more power than he did. “i know the fans would enjoy it just a little bit too much.”

#⎣ º — ᴋᴀᴍɪ ⎤

fmdyena:

yena had never been one for doing work she didn’t absolutely have to so as it became evident she couldn’t charm jinki into doing her bidding, she couldn’t help but pout. “i could carry my own bags, of course i could, but do i have to?” she complained softly. if he really didn’t want to spend money on her, that was fair enough, but helping a poor girl out couldn’t be too much to ask for. “see it as a free little work out! i’m just making sure you maintain those nice muscles of yours.” yena appreciatively patted his arm.

it was true, her adidas paycheck had been a nice one, as had those of her upcoming drama been but it was universally known that as much as buying pretty things was, it was far nicer to simply receive pretty things. but yena wasn’t going to push that topic, she had tried and he had said no, simple as that. “god, look at me, single handedly keeping feminism alive, paying for my own things.” she shot him a playful smile. “ohh, you’ve got good taste, a man after my heart really. lead the way.”

if jinki hadn’t been completely sure that yena could have paid for her own things, or carried her own things, he would have offered his assistance. he wasn’t a complete asshole, contrary to popular belief amongst the people that had met him and hadn’t gotten the chance to truly know him. “of course you have to. in the future when you’re all old and frail, you’re going to miss the years of your youth where you used to have the strength to carry things on your own.” he frowned at his words, humorously irritated at how “dad” like he sounded.

“i do more than enough to maintain these nice muscles, thank you very much.” he chuckled, shaking his head at her attempts to get him to carry her bags. “you know, you’re pretty persistent. i’m impressed,” he joked. “look at it this way; they’re going to write about you in the history books and talk about you for hundreds of years to come.” he shifted his own bags to one hand. “of course i have good taste.” he turned towards the exit, his free hand fishing his phone from his pocket. “we should get food after this, are you hungry?”

#⎣ º — ʏᴇɴᴀ ⎤#⎣ º — Qᴜᴇᴜᴇ ⎤

fmdkami·:

“good, i’ve met a hindered spirit. i didn’t want to meet anyone who’s excited about it, let me be negative for a bit.” kami would pretend if she had too but right now, she was very happy not too. “i also hate nagging and complaining…i like you already.” it felt good, if he kept this up. kami could find herself hanging out with him.

“oh yeah, it’s all about the money but does this have to be so…obvious?” sure, other stars had done it but it felt different when it came to them. when they had to play up the lover aspect of idol life. the stalking was already something that happened and even more dangerous things were attempted. “i made the most pg-friendzone poses i could.”

jinki was all too familiar with the act of basking in one’s misery and negativity. so he was more than happy to play along with the other idol as the sat around and talked, or more accurately complained, about the whole ordeal of having to record a vr for their more obsessive fans to focus their sights on. “i actually haven’t talked to anyone who is excited about this whole thing. thank god.”

he shook his head at the question, his shoulders lifting in a slight shrug. he couldn’t really explain it any other way. “they just don’t care. they know what works and what makes money, so they just do that without caring about what it makes them look like.” jinki chuckled, rubbing his hands together. “i was so tempted to make all of my poses have inappropriate undertones, but my manager was paying too close attention.”

#⎣ º — ᴋᴀᴍɪ ⎤

fmdkami·:

“i can honestly say, i hate doing this.” a small sigh left her mouth and she leaned back in her chair. kami found herself still waiting to record for the vr thing and she found herself wanting to complain. “won’t this make fans even more….” there was a right way to say it, “a tad bit more obsessive?” they already were and she felt like this would only push it.

“my manager told me i had to do it but to put it simply, it’s not something i want to do at all.” even if it wasn’t that obvious already. another sigh left her mouth and she turned to her companion. “how are you feeling about it?”

“you’re not the only one.” jinki had always found the idea rather weird. who wanted to sit around and take pictures with someone who wasn’t actually there? weren’t the companies worried about some fans becoming just a little bit too obsessed? the male idol couldn’t help but feel as though it was only going to be a recipe for disaster. that being said, he didn’t really care at the end of the day. his interactions with fans were kept to a minimum on social media, and he tended to mentally block out the obsessive ones.

“i think they do it on purpose. they know that obsessive fans will do anything for us, spend any amount of money they have to, and that’s all that these companies care about. fans could be stalking us and they wouldn’t do a damn thing about it.” he chuckled humorlessly. “i’d rather not do it, but i don’t feel like hearing my manager complain and nag me about it either.”

#⎣ º — ᴋᴀᴍɪ ⎤#⎣ º — Qᴜᴇᴜᴇ ⎤

fmdyena:

setting: a clothing store, april 2021 with: open!

how exactly they had gotten tangled up in this arrangement might not have been clear but one thing was sure, now yena had them wrapped up in it they surely wouldnt get out of it so easily. sure, a little shopping trip together seemed rather innocent and first glance, how bad could it be really, but yena had always had a penchant for turning situations ot her hand. if the other thought her aim was not to get something out of this they were sorely mistaken, yena didn’t like doing things if they didn’t present some sort of gain for her.

“okay, so,” she announced, clapping her hands together as she turned to the other. “i have two ideas really” pushing her sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose, who said inconspicuous disguises couldn’t be stylish after all. “either you very graciously offer to carry my bags or you buy me a nice pair of shoes, a very low price to pay for the delight of my company really.” not that yena didn’t have money, with her personal schedules her income had nicely increased but that didn’t mean she was above having people pay for her. “i’m kidding, of course.” sorta, kinda, not really. “is there any place you wanted to check out?”

jinki honestly didn’t really mind shopping. in fact, he kind of enjoyed it quite a bit. he’d always been the type of person that was pretty interested in fashion and everything that came along with it. he wished that he was given more creative control when it came to what impulse had to wear on stage, at events and in music videos, but there was no way that gold star was going to allow that to happen any time soon. but alas, he could still dress himself and indulge in fashion on his own terms, so he could live with that for the most part.

he couldn’t really remember how he was dragged into the whole shopping debacle with yena, but it could have been with someone worse, so he wasn’t going to complain. he raised an eyebrow at her suggestion, before snorting loudly. “or you can carry your own bags and use that nice adidas brand deal you’ve got to buy your own shoes,” he teased, shaking his head at her words. “actually, there is. i wanted to hit up the valentino and saint laurent stores a few doors down.”

#⎣ º — ʏᴇɴᴀ ⎤#⎣ º — Qᴜᴇᴜᴇ ⎤

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