opulence.

ˈɒpjʊl(ə)ns,ˈɒpjʊləns (noun) great wealth or luxuriousness

[grwnqueen]

“stop me from spitting in his drink.”

it could be said that, from time to time, jinari was an unkind person. that’s because... well, cause it’s true. this time, though, she really does have a valid reason. coming out to a bar could pose a vague risk when you were an idol, but crown hadn’t ever been a company to limit their artists’ fun, not so long as it didn’t interfere with their work. jinari really wasn’t a party girl regardless, but on tonight, she’d decided she wanted a drink and dragged along whoever was around in the groupchat. they had reached a point in the night where the group had split apart- some dancing, some disappearing on their way to the bathroom, some going off to get lucky. jinari was left with one person for company. fine by her books, until some gross, leery man had sat down and informed her how he heard redheads were wild in bed. she’d given him the cold shoulder- her shoulders ain’t ever been warm, and tried her best to shake him off by informing him that she wouldn’t know because she dyed her hair this colour and was no biological anomaly, but it wasn’t until ten minutes later that he glanced at his vibrating phone with a worried grimace and excused himself. looking to her company with an evil grin, she adds-

“in fact, don’t stop me. he’s a dick and he’d deserve it.” 

[sspicegrl]

mercy & woori

a large purple puffer jacket surrounded mercedes as she used it to shield herself from the cold winter wind. she only had herself to blame for why she was left exposed to the winter elements at this time of day. she could see it now: dry skin, chapped lips, brittle hair, runny nose… the list was endless. at least she had a mask to semi-protect her from the cold air (and public). but who was she to deny herself the luxury of street food after lotus successfully wrapped up 3 months of working on their comeback album. she deserved this. the smell of tteokbokki was calling her name as she latched onto woori’s arm.

‘you wouldn’t believe all the gossip i need to catch you up on! like who i didn’t know had been hooking up with jason for most of last year. and who lost their virginity to who.’ this was their thing. a monthly gathering of gossip and info that they shared among each other. no malice of course. but it did fuel their inner xoxo gossip girl.

[grwnqueen]

that woori had missed mercedes over the past few months was an understatement. but with lotus' comeback preparations and woori's workload steadily increasing as he moves up the ranks (that's right, he's finally becoming a Success Gay™, fuck you dad!) within crown's fashion department, it was a given that their jobs would call shotgun and relegate their social lives to the backseat. it was a strange battle for woori, being as professional as he is social. but, he supposes, hard work is his means to an end. that end being; lots of money, early retirement and constant dinner parties designed solely to stunt on his network of hoe friends, all of whom would be success gays, but not quite as much as he. they wouldn't have earned a ™, that's for damn sure. but it sucks in that nobody is as nosy as woori as, and he loves gossip more than anything. ironically, the more he has to see the stars of crown naked (and know details as intimate as their body measurements down to the centimetre by top of his head) the less he knows as about their private lives. work and play don't mix, and so it's not until times like these, lulls in his schedule, that he can really catch up and enjoy the tea.

"no way. jason has a secret hook-up? to part of me, it's like, of course he does, but for the most part i always thought he'd wait until marriage." he hums, in an melodramatic, semi-preformative act of curiosity. "virginity stories are always funn- oh!" how could he forget? "how could i forget! we have to discuss our very own little royal engagement. and i'm not talking about no ginger dude."

[sspicegrl]

’ you know what i will never understand? why almost every group feels the need to throw in some 2010 style dance break remix to their end of the year stages. maybe it’s just me. but i find them so outdated. ’ sure that opinion would offend most if he had said it anywhere outside the confines of trusting ears, but even then– he felt strongly about it. he shoveled another helping of ramen noodles into his mouth and shook his head before speaking again. ‘ i dunno, it was one thing when groups did it back then, but it’s like if you’re going to do it now…update the formula, y’know? ’ these words came due to him watching the recap of the stages and shows that closed out 2017. and no doubt, he had been there front and center watching them, but now he didn’t have ryan telling him to keep his mouth shut in front of the cameras. 

[grwnqueen]

although jaesung was sure brandon’s words were polarising- and some may even take offence, jaesung has a unique sort of viewpoint on idol matters. after all, he wasn't one, he'd never been considered one and he'd be vastly surprised if he ever was. and yet, his career has revolved around so many, and moved in tandem with the idol industry. he'd helped shaped the sound of a handful of idols, and has a small family of proteges all involved in the industry. not to mention, sooner or later one of the biggest qualifiers for the title would walk down the aisle to him. so- he knows exactly what bradon means; regards it with a familiar thought. but he's still far enough removed that there's no guilt or hesitance to admit that he found it pretty fucking stupid. "i wouldn't mind it," he begins, in a tone of voice that heralds the 'but' long before it comes. "but," (see) "they never really do anything more impressive than the original dance anyway. it's just more of the same armwaving. i mean, when have you ever watched one and thought, 'that was justified'?"

[sspicegrl]

‘ what do you think are the repercussions for surviving off beer, eggs, and 4 hours of sleep in 3 days? ’ ryan glanced down at the meal in front of him and rolls his eyes. scrambled eggs and a beer. ‘ hypothetically, of course. ’ he threw the hypothetical in just in case word got back to dita. last time that happened, jojo had cooked him his weight in pasta. then again– not such a bad idea after all. ‘ scratch that. totally not hypothetical. just beer and eggs. woe is me. ’ 

[grwnqueen]

“my mother is a nutritionist, which makes me very much qualified to inform you that the ramifications for your diet are, invariably, instant death.” bitna informs him gravely, however- she could be accused of undermining her own words as she shovels her own helping of egg into her mouth. from her health freak parents to the pressures that come from being in a girl group, she’s rarely had the chance to just eat without giving a second shit about what she’s eating. regardless, she makes a mental note to inform ryan’s sister of his eating habits. really, he should know by now that she would have to. regardless of the bond between dollhouse and aur, sapphic solidarity would always come first to bitna. “yeah, yeah. poor you. except i have a sneaking suspicion your lack of a balanced diet stems more from laziness rather than necessity. i hope you’re not trying to get me to cook for you. that really would be instant death.”

[sspicegrl]

matt & will

usually matt didn’t like to show up to people’s homes unannounced, but people and his brother were two very different things. hell, he prided himself on knowing where will and east hid their spare key. which is what led to him letting himself into their apartment and making himself at home. mi casa, is su casa. it went something like that between brothers, right?

after what felt like hours (though it was only one and a half), the sound of the door unlocking pulled matt’s attention away from the tv. yes, he was comfortable on the couch with his feet propped on the coffee table. and yes, he was playing street fighter as if this was his house. ‘ honey, is that you? ’ he called out.

[grwnqueen]

what willam likes about his home is that it’s his. he shares it with east, yes, but they’ve cohabited for so long now that they have a natural understanding of one another’s boundaries and needs. for example; willam needs boundaries. he needs alone time, sometimes. sometimes, he needs to sit and be in his head and not interrupted. he needs everything to run smoothly and for his schedule not to be thrown off. east knew how to live with will’s obsession for order. his own brother, however... well, not everyone appreciates will’s boundaries.

he unlocks the door to his home, in all it’s organised glory, and immediately, willam bristles. as soon as he steps into the apartment, he knows that somebody else is amongst him- in that weird way where you just know. espeon hasn’t come to greet him/look visibly disappointed that he’s not east, and so that means she’s found somebody else to stare at. puffing out his chest in his best impression of somebody who’s brave, he’s already looking around for something heavy to use as a weapon when the familiar voice calls through, putting him at ease.

“jesus christ.” he says loudly enough for it to carry into the living room, where he meets his brother with a faceful of disdain. “i almost shat myself. i thought you were a burglar, you tit.” he says, although really, he should be used to matt’s unannounced presence by now.  “stop breaking in.”

[sspicegrl]

april & spice line

‘ if you would just listen to me, then you’d understand. ’ the brunette spoke with a sense of authority to her voice, though her eyes weren’t currently focused on her company. instead, her mouth was slightly agape before turning her phone screen around to show it off. ‘ why didn’t anyone tell me that saint was here and he was shirtless? ’ the conversation about stickers was immediately abandoned in place of wanting answers in regards to the photo saint posted several hours ago from their shared dorm living room.

[grwnqueen]

“i think it’s best i don’t listen.” ananke says in mock offence, but the mirth reaches the oxygen and dies there, as her face drops at the sight of the image. she’d known this day would come- but she didn’t think it’d come so soon. everybody knew that one day april would find out; would want answers. ananke had hoped- prayed even, that she wouldn’t have to be the one to deliver them. “okay, i was going to text you.” going to she was- however it had become clear that april was not to be in the loop about saint’s presence nor his state of undress- and the consequences of enlightening her would be dire. worse than violence or even death- it’d mean breaking a promise to kaio. “dear makaio asked us very kindly not to. i’ve noticed he seems to be insecure about his own body, i suppose he was trying to avoid comparison. i know you wouldn’t do that, but you know how boys can be.”