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you have no idea above your lowered head what the bright lights are shining towards.
gen. / management suran / intro. profile. career. soonyoung / intro. profile. career.
WELCOME TASK
— dear diary ruth.
WORD COUNT: 640 // TOKEN COUNT: 01 CONTENT WARNINGS FOR: implied death of a family member, terminal illness
CHO SOONYOUNG'S VERY SECRET DIARY, AS KEPT ON THE NOTES APP OF HIS PHONE. IF YOU HAPPEN TO CATCH A GLIMPSE, LOOK AWAY. THANK YOU.
A Midas Music break room; the headquarters with you?
He didn't remember when the text had started to blur before his eyes. Hell, he didn't even remember how far he'd read on without any of the words registering, his eyes scanning the pages of the novel he'd picked up out of habit, rather than interest. Soonyoung had no idea when he'd last fallen asleep in a public place like the break room (semi-public, but close enough!) and it was beyond embarrassing that his first impulse had been to shoot up in his seat and immediately hit whoever had been kind enough to shake him awake with his own head.
His book, a paperback, made a pitiful flopping noise where it hit the ground. In a way, it was the perfect accompaniment to Soonyoung's equally pitiful howl, just loud enough to make his dissatisfaction heard, but lacking enough teeth to have a spine. He curled back into himself and landed on the couch with a small 'oof'.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled once the pain had ebbed off enough to look back up again. Soonyoung's faces were flushed red with shame. "Are you hurt? I didn't mean to— I just— I panicked—" He bit down on the inside of his cheek and grabbed blindly for his novel. "What I meant to say is, what can I help you with?"
definedlines: “you don’t have to explain. just drink something before the lights shut off completely.” she left it at that. no clipboard, no agenda. just a quiet moment and the comfort of not being watched too closely.
Eunhee had scared Suran at first. Anyone who didn't immediately give her an positive reaction to work with. It didn't work like that, she knew that, but could you blame the girl who learned that neither making herself invisible nor making herself seen would bring her peace?
It had taken time to learn that she couldn't simply read coldness into the absence of people doing what she wanted or expected them to do. Eunhee had taught her some of that too, though Suran wasn't sure her manager knew.
"I'm still here," she mumbled in place of a greeting and reached for the small towel she kept nearby. Feeling ashamed of looking sweaty and unkempt had become a fool's errand so soon into her training, so she didn't really bother with it anymore. Instead, Suran took the proffered drink with a tired, grateful smile.
"I just wanted to get something right." Had it been not-right before? Not really. It'd been suboptimal, perhaps, but it had been. But other things weren't, and it was easier to control your body through a difficult passage of a choreography than one in life.
Obediently, she followed Eunhee's instructions and moved to where she'd stashed her belongings. She wasn't going to be hounded to go home now, but maybe she could allow herself to call it a day now. Maybe this was the sign.
"I'm sorry if I'm costing you time off the clock," Suran said and pulled on a white crochet shrug. Her voice was small, but the practice room was so quiet, she might as well have yelled. "Did you have plans for tonight that I'm currently thwarting?"
orbitjae: “ah okay – here’s a question! what are the top three qualities you admire in others?” he reads out.
She'd known people like Seungjae — in school, at the dance academy, watching a group of peers in a different school uniform joke around at the metro station. The volume of their voice and the brightness they'd exuded had irked her for a long, long time. She'd wanted it for herself, that ease with which they seemed to move around in the world, unafraid to take up space, to call for attention.
Suran still felt somewhat inadequate faced with it now, here. A little bit ironic, considered she had opted for the attention hog line of work in the end. Someone like her didn't really get to complain anymore, did they?
"Phone games? What kind?" She wasn't an expert by all means, things like PUBG or Fortnite made her head hurt and she didn't have the patience to weather neither the onslaught of ads for small puzzle games nor the stamina limitations for the games that didn't have them. But she was genuinely curious. "I'm not a gamer myself," she added hastily, worried to look like a poser, "But maybe if you have something to recommend to a beginner…"
The random question generator on his phone made her laugh a little. She didn't want to be presumptuous, but for a moment he seemed a little less put together. Prepared, but not in a bulletproof way. It was reassuring, endearing. "That's a hard question," she mused, making a conscious effort to meet him a little closer to where he was at right now.
"Openness, I suppose. And kindness, and patience." Suran brushed her hair back over her shoulder. "It's all rather boring, I fear. What about you?"
deuxblues: "well, actually, I'm joo jaeyoon. you are?"
I'm nobody. A stranger's words shouldn't hit her like that, especially not when they weren't meant as an affront to her in the first place. The echo of them buffeted her anyway, left an ugly, red mark where it'd slapped her. Suran knew what being nobody was like, too.
Hungry for perhaps a bit of unspoken kinship she relaxed a little, put on the shy ghost of a friendly smile. "Hong Suran," she replied. If he was going to use his civilian name, so to speak, so was she.
This, too, felt like pulling a band-aid off of a wound that hadn't yet fully healed. The scab underneath was unsightly and not fit for a bystander, even if to Suran herself it showed how far she'd already healed. She looked away, a little too nervous to keep anything remotely related to eye contact, and flagged the bartender for another one of— whatever she'd been nursing for most of this evening.
"I'd hardly call you nobody," she hummed, just loud enough to be heard over the bustle of the venue. Part of her trembled underneath her skin, worried that she'd taken a wrong step. Listening to herself nervously form words, she found her choice thereof to sound almost glib, like she was trying to suck up to him.
But she'd liked his voice well enough, and if someone's voice was memorable enough to be remembered that was already a step removed from nobody, right?
"But if you insist, I suppose we can be nobodies together." Another approximation to a smile played on her lips. She was grateful when her drink was brought over, the stem of the glass she'd been fiddling with being taken from her hold only to be replaced right away. A question burned on her tongue, nothing real, nothing serious, just chatter to fill the emptiness between them. She bit down and swallowed it. Instead, she asked, "Is nobody comfortable with silence?"
hi, idols! as an apology for the pause in operations on the main and the lack of monthly schedules, we come bearing gifts... an ask meme! this isn't the honesty hour that was mentioned a while back (as that will be used as part of our next event), but we think it'll still be lots of fun. check under the cut for all the details!
three weeks and one impulse decision later… anyway, hi, it's me again! meet cho soonyoung, sodapop's second main vocalist and textbook example for people who want to be idols but probably shouldn't. just like last time, please give us a ❤️ if you'd like to plot and thank you for your patience in advance! (i continue to be slow, i fear)
CONTENT WARNINGS: allusions to child neglect, mentions of the death of a family member, cancer and divorce (all in background section)
for @deuxblues content warning for: alcohol
Suran had never been the partying type. This probably came as a surprise to no one, between being a starlet with little and fragile popularity, a homebody and wary of people the kind of environment the Dazed anniversary party was being hosted in wasn't one she'd usually be caught in.
That made the event all the more tempting, too. Suran knew her limits, especially so close to a performance, and had been sticking to them with steely determination. But the part of her that derived pleasure from a bit of harmless voyeurism found a lot of enjoyment in sitting in the furthest corner by the bar and watching the going-ons, sipping very slowly on a fruity drink so sweet it had to be masking an ungodly alcohol percentage underneath.
She'd been so absorbed in her little people-watching game, when a broad frame stepped into her periphery she nearly dropped her glass. "Oh!" Hurriedly, she shifted her barstool a little to the side so the newcomer could have more space. "Sorry. Is this alright?"
Taking a moment to examine the other person a little more closely, Suran identified him with a slight start. "Congratulations on your performance, sunbaenim. You worked hard."
hi! this is a quick plotting call for 🌸 spring festival event purposes! nymth are performing at the jinhae and seokchon lake cherry blossom festivals, so suran will be present for both! she'll be participating at the animal shelter adoption event and mc for the dance contest in jinhae, so there'll be extra jitters involved with that event in particular :,) other than that, she's also attending dazed's anniversary party, perhaps a little less on guard than she might be if you come across her in full-on performance work mode! i'm not being very good at catching up with all of the plotting i have to do at the moment, so please consider this more of a starter call — like this post and i'll work off of what your muse is up to and do my best to toss something nice together! if you'd like to work things out beforehand that's okay too, just give me a nudge here or on 👾 and we can discuss the specifics!
twenty questions starter – @fxllmachine
he comes across it after being sent the link a few times. first from some fans, and then staff members that insist that this is one of the best covers that they’ve heard. seungjae is no stranger to people covering his music; it’s the sort of the thing that comes with the job. and while some covers are leaps and bounds insanely different quality than others, seungjae finds himself drawn to this one in particular.
it’s a cover of little light, a song that had gotten released in 2018 – almost 7 years ago, but it’s a song he holds close to his heart. this cover in particular somehow catches the essence of the song, and seungjae can’t help the way his eyes widen at the screen, and his ears perk up. “nymth’s anne”, he sees on the screen. i have to work with her.
seungjae had been the first to approach her – never having been much of an introvert before. plus, her voice, the essence that it captured, seungjae needs it – no, wants it – on a song. though, in truth, getting to know suran, hadn’t been as easy as it seemed ( despite his extroverted tendencies, seungjae still had his guard up, and he felt as though suran was the same. )
which is exactly how he’d found himself in this situation. seated next to suran in his studio as he held up his phone. “twenty questions… i think… this should be fine, right?” he asks, furrowing his brows at the random question generator app. “since it might be important for us to get to know each other… to work well…?” he at the very least hopes that this random spur of the moment plan works.
If anyone had told Suran a month ago that her spur-of-the-moment cover of Little Light would get her noticed by Seungjae, she probably would've laughed. Small artists like Nymth didn't get that kind of attention, Suran had learned over the years, especially considering the cover hadn't really gone viral or anything of the like. And still, here she was, sitting in a chair next to Jung Seungjae himself, hands folded in her lap so she couldn't worry about what to do with them instead. (Or with her limbs, in general. Or herself.)
He was nice, that wasn't it. Suran wasn't uncomfortable as much as she was scared that she had somehow set herself up for something that she'd never be able to live up to. That, and now that she was here she was scared of losing it. The idea of it stung already.
But until she did she'd play along, do her best to make him not regret having called her here. Even if it meant playing Twenty Questions. Goodness gracious. Suran wasn't that exciting of a person ; for most of the part, being an idol meant living, breathing and dreaming rehearsals. How was she supposed to make him believe he hadn't just committed a mistake?
"That works for me," she replied instead and gave him a shy smile. Maybe if she didn't bother to fake enthusiasm and kept it subtle, he would simply misinterpret her reaction to the creeping impostor syndrome for her being naturally shy. "Though I have to warn you that I'm not super interesting. My idea of a nice evening is staying home with a book." Suran laughed softly, trying not to focus on how her voice sounded thin with anxiety. "I guess that's an answer already. Does it count if you haven't asked your question yet?"
with @junjulys
When Suran finally found a backstage corner to settle into, the adrenaline rush of the concert was still pulsing in her ears. Part of her still worried persistently about having been seen. Junyoung had invited her as a friend and she'd cleared her presence with management, sure, but for as much as she'd dressed for the occasion — as inconspicuously as she could manage, that was — a persistent voice at the back of her mind worried all the same.
Silly. It wasn't a secret that Suran was a big fan of Sodapop's music.
For a while she was content just watching the backstage bustle from her vantage point, safely out of the way but close enough to catch disembodied bits of conversation as staff passed by her in a whirl. Selene-now-Nymth had never known this level of popularity, so while some of it was familiar from music shows and their own performances, the weight of it felt… different. She wondered if the uptick in attention her group had received would mean that they might still make it like this someday. Who knew, maybe she'd be the cool friend, then, handing Junyoung tickets for one of their showcases—
Her fantasy was interrupted when she heard a door open. Chatter spilled out into the hallway and Suran lifted her head, unable to otherwise see past the brim of her cap.
"Found you," she offered in place of a real greeting, a shy smile on her face. Sometimes it still baffled her when other idols, especially ones with better established claims to fame, wanted to spend time with her. Not everyone looked at life in a transactional manner, of course, but between the reputation of the entertainment industry (earned, in large part) and Suran's own hang-ups as far as "friends" went, even getting this far had been hard-fought.
"You guys looked great on stage." Was the compliment boring? Could it be misconstrued if someone didn't hear enough of it, or only ever heard it out of context? Weren't people who worked backstage for events like these vetted carefully for that sort of thing anyway— "Thank you, again. For the tickets," she forcibly interrupted her thought spiral and pulled the oversized jean jacket around her shoulders.
"Are you tired? I don't want to keep you from your well-deserved rest."
WELCOME TASK
— AUDITION TAPE.
WORD COUNT: 429 // TOKEN COUNT: 01
hi! nice to meet you, i'm excited to be here and present to you nymth's pink, hong suran — or anne, to the general public! it's been a while since i last wrote on tumblr (and i'm a naturally slow person) so please bear with me as i get used to the trappings of the platform again! i'm available to plot on here or on dscrd (slower on here, though, i don't want to risk the algorithmic overlords sending me into the shadow zone) and looking forward to writing with you! with all that said, leave me a cheeky little ❤️ and i'll get in touch with you to plot!
CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions of bullying
Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light, Richard Siken
[text ID: What can you know about a person? They shift in the light. / You can’t light up all sides at once. / Add a second light and you get a second darkness, it’s only fair.]