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this comeback is important. they have to do well on it -- so yuyan's been trying her absolute best at 7ROPHY's lucy. she's been upping the charisma, trying her best to appear with more emotions in her dancing, her expressions. she's doing marginally better than before, but yuyan thinks she can do better; you can always do better-- yuyan needs to be doing more. it keeps her busy, and in turn it makes her exhausted at the end of the day.
dragging her feet after her shower, hair thrown in a messy, wet bun as she ambles towards the couch. yeonghui is seated there, and yuyan doesn't hesitate to slide in the seat next to her. tugging her legs up on the cushions with them, she lets out a very long sigh; her exhausted is evident with the bags under her eyes, the lack of color in her face and the way her body sags forward. her cheek presses into the other girl's shoulder, sniffling as she nuzzles into the other tiredly.
"hi, unnie." she mumbles, sleeve covered hand lifting to hide her face as she yawns. "you looked extra pretty on stage today." she murmurs shifting closer to the girl. she's trying her best to be more outwardly affectionate towards her other members; relying and reaching out with others is something she's always had an issue with-- despite the her need for others to rely on her.
taesung still didnât understand how the thought of living by himself had crossed his mind â and even further, he had absolutely no idea how he managed to do that for six months. that reality was foreign to the man who had moved out of his motherâs house aged seventeen and into a dorm filled with boys, sharing a bedroom and an entire living space with four other people. after years of that he had gone back to his motherâs and eventually decided that he was enough of a grown up to live alone, but it was when heâd been forced to do every single one of his chores that taesung realized that maybe, he wasnât as self-sufficient as he thought heâd be.
now he doesnât have this concern anymore. having a roommate is fun and it does wonders with his capacity of organization, mostly because he only gets half of the responsibility. it doesnât mean he doesnât fuck it up sometimes though â like in this very moment. the man had had to run out of the apartment before kirin got back and realized that heâd forgotten to buy toilet paper. she definitely wouldnât be amused and the last thing taesung needs now is to face the wrath of a woman whoâs been played by her own roommate.
the man doesnât expect to run into anyone he knows, but by now he should already be aware that itâs frankly impossible for that to happen, especially considering the majority of the people in his life are celebrities and they all seem to either live or work around this very area. so itâs not necessarily surprising that taesung easily recognizes the girl standing outside of the convenience store.
âhey lucy,â he greets her with a smile, amused at her antics. they werenât necessarily close in the set of bride of the water god, but they still interacted a lot, enough so that he feels comfortable leaning against the window by her side. thereâs zero judgement or questioning from him â tae wonders why sheâs trying to explain herself. âwhat does it look like? arenât you just eating ice cream? or is there some weird substance in it that you shouldnât be consuming, huh?â
she stares at taesung for a long moment, recognition settling as she tries to gather more words from her shock; her fingers twitch around the cup of ice cream, and with a swallow, she lowers it down, blinking slowly at the male. slowly, a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth-- bowing her head towards him. tongue swiping over her lower lip, she darts her gaze down to her ice cream, stirring the spoon inside it idly as her teeth worry on her lip.
"taesung-sunbae," she greets quietly, flickering her stare up before retracting it back down once more. she shifts, lips twisting into a small pout as she exhales-- tongue poking against the inside of her cheek. her feet scuff against the ground as she sniffles, chuckling at his joke.
"no, just ice cream." she answers quietly. she brings up a spoonful and plops it into her mouth. she shouldn't be eating like this; not with a comeback so close, that's why she's so twitchy. but it's not like everyone knows about 7ROPHY's promotion schedules. that's why she feels so guilty for having such a sweet craving this close-- she needs to be in tip top shape, and ice cream probably isn't the best way to ensure it happening.
"...i'm on a diet for upcoming promotions." she murmurs, before straightening her body and clearing her throat, shooting the other a nervous glance. she doesn't want to come off rude, and she's trying to break the habit of murmuring and mumbling; it's not working too well, nerves making her voice quiet despite her wants. but she's trying. "i-- really shouldn't be eating it. but i couldn't help it. you get it, right sunbae?" her eyes lift, imploring as they stare at him in question; her voice has taken on the slightest bit of a childish tilt, lips jutted out a bit in a small pout.
dated: march 24th, 2018, near midnight
location: 7ROPHY dorm.
when the call comes, she's in the middle of raking a brush through wet hair; the device vibrates in her pocket as she tiredly tugs it out, frowning at the number that stares back at her. tongue prodding against the inside of her cheek, she shuffles out of the room in slippers, offering a small smile to one of the girls as she moves to the sliding glass doors, holding the phone up to her ear as she answers. moving out onto the balcony, she goes to sit against the door, tugging her knees up to her chest.
"mom." she greets, native tongue slipping out naturally. she sniffles, adjusting her grip on the brush in her hands as she stares down at the strands of her hair tangled in the bristles. "hi. how are you?"
"yuyan, my love." comes the purr of her mother's voice. it sounds airy, sweet; it's the tone she uses when she's had a couple glasses of wine too many. her teeth press down on her lower lip, picking at the bristles of the hairbrush as she hums in response. "i couldn't be better! you'll never believe what your father gifted me the other day--"
she doesn't make a comment at the father comment; heegun is her step-father, but he's more of a father than her biological one was, in her mother's opinion. which, yuyan agrees with; heegun is a good man with a soft heart, and she likes him. her finger taps a rhythm on the back of the phone as her mother titters off about a necklace, a ring, a set of earrings; yuyan tunes out a bulk of it-- only settling back in when a name she doesn't recognize echoes in the receiver.
"--and jaesun? oh, what a god send, that boy is."
"jaesun?" she questions quietly, blinking. "who's that?"
"oh. he's a man i met the other day-- sweet as can be, handsome as ever. he's been spending time with me while your father's busy with work. an absolute darling. he's taking me out to the theater this weekend! a gentleman at his finest."
"what does heegun have to say about this?" yuyan's brow is furrowed, adjusting the phone against her ear. "does he know you're...seeing other men?"
silence on the other line. yuyan feels awkward, teeth pressing into her lower lip.
"well, no." her mother sounds dismissive; as if the topic of her step-father knowing her mother is fooling around with other men aren't important. "he's busy, as i said. i don't have very much entertainment here, sweetie. i have to have someone around to talk to me and make me feel nice, you know?"
"ah." yuyan comments. she shifts, uncomfortable. she wants to tell her step-father about this, maybe even her grandmother; but she knows that would be bad, make more trouble for her than anything else. "that's...something maybe you should discuss with him. i'm sure he wouldn't like that."
"yuyan." there's a sharp tone in her voice; reprimanding, scolding. yuyan's back straightens up as she swallows thickly. her jaw tenses as she grits her teeth together. her eyes sting, like she's young and her father is scolding her for leaving her toys out on the living room floor. "my business isn't yours. what i do in my spare time is no concern of yours, alright? drop it."
she stays quiet. wills the tightness in her throat to leave. her tongue swipes over her lower lip, and frowns at the sting. she's probably bit right into skin, and the taste of copper on her tongue only assures it.
"...did you see the video?" she asks instead. changes the subject with a tremor in her voice that she clears away with a cough. "we, um. released one a few days ago. i really liked it."
"eh?" confusion colors her tone. "your grandmother asked me the same thing. shoot, darling. i'll check it out later." there's a muffled giggle, sounds of whispering that make yuyan more uncomfortable. "ah, yuyannie. what did you do again? so i can look out for my baby."
it's a conversation she has too many times. a reminder of a release her mother will claim to watch; only to forget about it, forget about yuyan's position and what exactly she does in the group. if she asks, she's sure her mother doesn't know the name of the group, the company; she probably doesn't even remember the date they debuted or when yuyan signed.
"rap." she answers quietly, and there's more whispering. silence, then muffled laughter. "are you with someone right now?"
"oh. can you hear him? he sounds darling, doesn't he? it's jaesun."
more discomfort. she picks at the bristles on the brush, bending them back as her teeth grit more.
"mm." she hums. her fingers tremble on the phone. "i-- i'll leave you to it then? i have to go. schedule in the morning..."
"thank you sweetheart. jaesun and i were about to have a lovely dinner." she sounds grateful, as if yuyan were the one who called and not her. as if the end of the call was relieving. it makes yuyan's heart twitch in an awful way, but she's cried too many tears over her mother and her flighty ways. of her carelessness and her lack of interest in yuyan's life. "you make your mother more money out there, okay? don't let me down. you're doing so well." it's empty words; they go through one ear and out the other. "bye, sweetheart!"
there's no wait for goodbyes. there's a click, and she doesn't move the phone for a minute, then two. she sniffles, and shakes her head. the phone is discarded onto the ground as she breathes in shakily, wraps her arms around her knees and tucks her face between them. it's heavy breaths, slow and deep to calm her down.
yuyan doesn't move until the door opens and she's being questioned; it's a scramble of limbs and a trembling smile as she gathers her things and gets to her feet, apologies on her tongue as she lets herself back in.
Being tired and in a rush never happened to be in Tommyâs favor. He accidentally slept in and was helping out in one of the other companies in regards to a possible dancing collaboration with another idol. After texting the person, he rubbed his eyes underneath his glasses as he turned around the corner; smacking straight into a person hitting his chest.
âAish⌠sorry.â He said without hesitation. He wasnât looking and happened to bump the girl. Watching as she tried to side step him, Tommy realized that his watch just happened to catch the girlâs stockings. Great.âOh, hang on.âÂ
Damn his long limbs once again inadvertently causing a slight mishap. And on a girlâs fishnet stockingsâŚ. his cheeks tinged pink as he felt embarrassment just thinking about his members teasing him if they caught the situation that was currently happening. âJust⌠give me a moment.â He said quietly, giving the girl a smile as he knelt to get to eye level to see how he was going to untangle this little mess.
she wonders if lady luck was feeling particularly quite cruel today. this isn't the most embarrassing. but it's still just as embarrassing -- imagine what it would look like, how it would look with someone's wrist attached to the stockings on her thigh. just the close distance makes her feel nervous at what people could think, how people could react; there's a tightness in her throat as her eyes widen, mouth parted slowly as she tries to remember to breathe.
"i-it's okay," she stutters, lips shutting quickly as she swallows thickly. "i-it happens. u-um. i'm sorry you got-- uh. stuck." she winces from how dumb, how tense she sounds. she breathes out shakily, shifting awkwardly as she stretches her leg out more, as if that could help more. she tugs up her fishnets more, leaning her head down to peer; maybe she could find where it's connected, tug it out. one little rip won't upset her stylists too much, right?
"i'm really sorry." she mumbles, teeth worrying on her lower lip. "this is so -- i don't even know how this happened." there's a near whine at the end of her words, her teeth pressing down on her lip as she just out her lower lip. "i hope it doesn't mess up your watch..." when she looks back on that, she would probably wince on how silly that would sound.
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the award ceremony is beautiful. the singing and harmonizing around her has her swaying, hands clapping together as the rest of her group maters settle and scatter-- straying towards friends and talking along. singing along, generally having the best time. yuyan stands in her place, clapping her hands as she glances around at everyone-- into the crowd.
her eyes flicker amid the girls in front of her, and she shuffles to the side with her head bowed as someone tries to make their way to the front. she scoots a bit closer to the side of the stage, tongue prodding against the inside of her cheek as she looks around, adjusting strands of her hair with a hum. her eyes settle on the girl in front of her, a member of wish-- she racks her mind for a name, but the shock of fireworks setting off as her jolting. her eyes flicker up to follow, then down to the girl in front of her. she watches, in muted horror as the girl jolts in shock and stumbles-- towards the edge of the stage. panic settles in her features, a strangled yelp leaving her mouth as yuyan shoots forward, hands reaching out to grasp the girl's arms and tug her back into her chest. locking the girl close to her, she heaves as she leans over her, worry pinching her features as she glances over the other's form.
"are you okay?" in her shock and surprise, she settles into her native tongue-- eyes wide as her breathing turns shallow, trying to catch her breath and ease her heart from the minor scare at having to watch a fellow idol nearly fall to possibly injury. "you almost took a nasty tumble!"
kirin should know better than to get her hopes up for they only came crashing down, shattering onto her like glass and jagged shards rippled around her bare feet. the pain racheted with every step, fragments digging into her flesh, but kirin was an angry womanâno, a mad woman, face red and eyes burning a wicked flame. her manager promised no auditions for the week; she would have a break in the midst of the plague surrounding bce, goeun and lipstick. but an early morning phone call tore apart her sweet dream of frolicking in a land of ice cream cone mountains limb from achingly dulcet limb. apparently, her presence was needed someplace, somewhere, for an upcoming drama produced by whatever channel. kirin was too enraged, livid, to care for the details. all she knewâall her manager demanded in a groggy voice was for her to be prepared before noon.
âskipping lunch,â fumed kirin to nobody in particular, âhow ridiculous. all for some drama i donât even want to be in. this is not how i wanted to spend my day.â prone to high levels of stress, she stomped to a nearby convenience store with a goal in mind (and a blasted migraine gnawing at the frontal lobe). cigarettes, she needed nicotine to poison her lungs and douse her with its powerful, smoky toxins that seemed to alleviate tension whilst destroying her. ironic.
ripping open the package with predatory reflexes, kirin trapped a thin, white stick between red stained lips and rummaged for a lighter in her purse. empty candy wrappers. faded receipts. more empty candy wrappers. expired coupons. garbageâall trash and no way to light her cigarette. head lulled back, an exasperated breath escaped as she contemplated returning to the store. through her peripheral, she noticed someone and it occured to her, maybe they had a lighter.
so, tamping down her rage and forcing a collected smile, kirin ran a hand through her dyed hair, jaw clenching when fingertips hit tangles. âhey, iââ the startled reaction from the familiar face (have we met?) stunned kirin, causing a rift in what was supposed to be a pleasant salutation. her sight narrowed, all confusion with a pinch of suspicion, then dropped onto the bowl of ice cream. ânot what it looks like what? youâre just eating ice cream.â bitterness rose. jealous.
wide eyes blink, slow and careful at the female. she shifts, in an attempt to hide more in her clothes-- the aura of the girl clearly irritated, aggravated-- and yuyan desperately doesn't want to be the one taking the brunt of it. especially towards a senior artist. na kirin looks just as beautiful and awe-inspiring outside of lipstick as she does in the group. yuyan swallows, the action thick and awkward as a small, nervous smile overtakes her face. it's barely seen through the hovering bowl of ice cream.
"a-ah." she nods her head jerkily. "um. yep! i was just-- eating ice cream. that's u-uh, normal." she doesn't know if she's happy she isn't recognized or the slightest bit sad; instead, she shakes her head gently, worrying her lower lip under her teeth as she studies the girl, sets her eyes on the cigarette perched between her lips. yuyan purses her lips, eyeing the girl quietly as she slowly lowers her cup to her lap.
"you--" she hesitates, tapping a rhythm on the side of her cup as she flickers her stare away from the owman, then settles back to her. "...you were going to say something?" she inquires, voice soft and gentle. her head slowly cocks to the side. eyes flicker from the girl's face to the cigarette, then to her purse. "...if yoy were going to ask for a light, i'm sorry i don't-- um. have one." she doesn't smoke, doesn't have the need for it; it's alwyas been a curiosity on her mind, but horror stories of lungs collapsing have moved her away from the idea. "i-- i can go inside and get you one though? if you need it. i-i, um. don't mind."
she's hurrying; there's no need to rush, but yuyan's feeling extra anxious today. teeth pressing down on her lip and humming under her breath, she's ducking through the building of the studio-- her schedule on break for right now, thankfully. it's giving her a moment to breathe, though she knows the reasoning for her anxiety is the pressure, steadily rising and the lack of sleep on her part. she rakes a hand through her hair, grimacing as her fingers get caught on a few stray knots.
she's focused on her hair and trying not to mess it up too much that when she turns around the corner and collides with someone. she lets out a squeak, an apology immediately slipping out of her mouth as she goes to side-step, though her leg jerks in protest. she staggers a bit-- eyes wide as she moves her gaze down, to see the stranger's hand attached (stuck, more like it) to her fishnet stockings by an accessory on their hand. her mouth parts, shock settling in before her cheeks darken a pretty pink.
"oh my god." she whispers, native language slipping out as she lifts her gaze, hands hesitating before they reach out to the other's stuck hand. "this is so-- embarrassing, oh my-- i-- can you get it out?" she's trying not to panic, frazzled at the entire situation that certainly doesn't help her anxiety in any way, shape or form.
WHAT IS LIFE AS AN IDOL LIKE? WHAT ARE HARDSHIPS? WHAT ARE REWARDING?
Life as an idol? It's...difficult. It's -- hard, definitely not easy. But it's fulfilling-- when you get somewhere, that is. I feel as though sometimes there's more hardships than rewards. There's a lot of time you miss out on, a lot of training; a lot of blood, sweat and tears put into it, and sometimes it doesn't work out. Friendships are hard, social lives are non-existent, and seeing family? Once in a blue moon. There's a lot of hardships in it, though I think the rewards are far more...exciting? The rewards may come only a few times but they're wonderful regardless, and I'm grateful for everything, even if sometimes it feels like i'm trying so hard for nothing in the end.
HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF YOUR FUTURE CHILD WANTED TO BE AN IDOL?
Um. If my future child wanted to be an idol, i think, as a mother I'd probably be hesitant. I know first hand how taxing it can be on mental health, how tiring it is; from a mother's standpoint, I don't think I would want that for them. I wouldn't...necessarily want to hold them back from doing it, but I think talking to them about the pros and cons of it would be a smart thing to do.
DO YOU THINK THE WORDS "ARTIST" AND "IDOL" MEAN THE SAME THING?
No, I don't think they do. I think it's possible to be both an artist and an idol, but I'm not so sure you can sign those off as being the same thing right off the bat. I think artists and idols come hand and hand, and both have the opportunity of being...one in the same? If that makes sense.
ARE THERE SIDES TO YOU YOUR FANS DON'T SEE?
Ah...I would say yes, there are some things fans donât see. I don't really...show my emotions often to the general public, which I'm working on. I think sometimes fans worry because of it, or have this image of me that isn't necessarily true. I'm called ice princess from time to time -- which I don't agree with, but I can understand. Though I'm not as graceful as I am on stage, and I'm not as cool and...collected, I should say? Hehe.
WHAT DO YOU HOPE VIEWERS WILL SEE THROUGH THE AIRING OF THIS SHOW?
I want to show more sides of me. I want to reach out more with fans -- and show everyone I've improved where I'm lacking. I don't know how well it'll come out, but I'm excited to display it.
WHAT DO YOU HOPE YOU'LL GET OUT OF THE EXPERIENCE OF THIS SHOW? ARE THERE ANY OTHER GROUPS OR IDOLS YOU HOPE TO GET THE CHANCE TO MEET MORE THROUGH THE SHOW?
I'd like to take the chance to show how 7ROPHY works together through this show. I'm excited to show you all out talents in a more...active setting. I'm excited to work with my fellow labelmates -- I'm excited to see anyone at all. I respect a lot of the artists that will be there. I'm excited for Knight and Origin, as well as Aria and Lipstick!
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE UPCOMING HALLYU TRIPLE FANTASY CONCERT IN JEJU CITY?
For the triple fantasy concert, I probably should say excited, but iâm nervous~ That's to be expected though. I hope we do well, and that everyone enjoys the performances. We've worked hard for all the performances these past few years, I know we'll work even harder to ensure a fun atmosphere and exciting performances to keep everyone entertained.
DO YOU HAVE ANY WORRIES ABOUT BEING FOLLOWED BY CAMERAS FOR THE SHOW?
Not really. I think the idea of cameras following us around have been around since debut, sometimes even before then. I think it'll be just the same as now, but maybe a bit more stressful -- like being filmed before putting on makeup. That's a scary thought for me!
donât speak - far east movement (ft. tiffany & king chain )
explanation down below !! bolded are in character artists!Â
generally, yuyanâs taste in music is often on the more slower side of things; something not too loud, something she can fall asleep to. though she does enjoy a wide range of music, she does enjoy deep meanings and the showcase of emotions through words and vocal ranges, in both rap and singing. in song choice, as she is a hopeless romantic deep down -- a few of her songs reference love, broken-hearts, unrequited feeings, and the like. there are some sexual undertones to some of the songs as well as well as some depressing themes to showcase the expanse of her tastes.Â
the songs are all ones she enjoys, and listens quite frequently too. while being the rapper of her group, yuyan doesnât find herself listening to a mass amount of it -- though originâs king is one she is a fan of. there is as well a wide range of boy groups across the list she listens to-- from fellow label mates alien to goldstarâs origin and bcâs knight. she does find herself greatly enjoying their music -- as well as songs with strong vocals like seungyeon and ariana grande. this mostly stems from wanting to improve at singing, but finding more luck with rapping instead.Â
tired eyes stare forward -- trailing across the near empty street with a half-lidded gaze. her feet kick forward, heels of her sneakers scuffing the ground as she bites down on her spoon, leaning against the window of the convenience store with a hum. her fingers curl around the cup of ice cream in her grip, fingers numb from the cold of it; the taste of it is sweet on her tongue, a simplistic vanilla to curb the need for something sugary and confectionery.
it had been a simple urge. something she had wanted and simply acted upon-- her phone tucked in her pocket, sound on to alert her in case any of the other girls wanted to get a hold of her, or her manager if needed. it's nice though, the silence-- the quiet; while her group mates are lovely girls -- sometimes yuyan enjoys the time to herself. sometimes she enjoys allowing her brain to wander. sometimes, she just wants to feel lonely and miserable.
she breathes out a sharp sigh, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth as her eyes flutter shut. her grip tightens around her sweet treat, free hand reaching up to tug the tiny spoon from her mouth, moving down to grab another scoop. her head lifts up at the sound of feet, tucking back into her hood on instinct, her hands holding her ice cream lifting the item closer to her face in an attempt to hide it if necessary. recognition settles on her face, eyes going wide for a moment.
"um." her voice, usually soft, has a strained high pitched quality to it. "h-hello," she stutters, korean coming out accented as she swallows thickly. "t-this, is uh-- this isn't what it looks like?"
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