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high-end nightmare.

[hdsubin]

“𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 ... 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲.” ― 𝘧𝘺𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ introducing: ahn subin, trainee #13 under wonder nation

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ bio | stats | points | plots (tba!)

the man.

the calm before the storm. a polished exterior that hides the tumult beneath. his twin (@hdsumin) is the vibrant flame, subin is the lingering burn. forever and always they've depended only on each other, tethered, chained, brittle to those with the key. he'll show his teeth, press too hard and watch him consume. boasting dance and visuals, subin fights for what is his. the spirit.

zero here! this is my first time writing for a tumblr rp, so bear with me while i learn. my discord is available upon request and i am happy to plot with you there or here in ims. thank you for those that have reached out and i will be responding as soon as i can! my schedule is a bit hit or miss, i do work full time but that pulls me in at all hours, so depending on the day i will be available at different hours (i am based in gmt-6). i will be working on a plot page asap, but subin is not an easy nut to crack. he is cold, calculating, with a superiority complex that is vastly undeserved given his privilege. some rough ideas of what i am looking for in early plots: a competitive rival, they have butted heads throughout their training, each seeking to outdo the other (someone that subin actually feels threatened by because of their skill, a rarity); a tentative alliance, they see value in each other, bolstering each other's performance so that they can make it to the top (even if it means stabbing each other in the back); a broken heart, exes that went down in flames, were they pulled by schedule demands, by incompatible personalities, or did their burn too hot that they left each other singed? a gentle hand, someone with the utmost patience, who sees through the steely facade and reaches for the warmth that lies somewhere inside of him. of course, tenuous friendships and explorations are also welcome, if you see something for our muses i am always ready and waiting to explore a relationship for them. last notes.

again, thank you for those that have reached out already. i can't wait to meet and plot with you all asap. if we haven't connected and you'd like for me to send a hello, please like this post. can't wait for my first tumblr rp experience ♡

[hdsumin]

where subin was contentious, dipping his toes into attempts at maintaining contact— sumin was a stone wall. she didn't let their parents in, as much as she felt that innate craving, the deep-seated ache that was now pressing upon her chest, to know them and to be known. by never speaking to them, she knew that she placed the burden on subin to carry that weight. he had to be the one to relay messages, an intermediary between mother and daughter, father and— well, sometimes sumin didn't even listen to those messages. she was also a vine. it climbed up her walls, out of them, through the ground until it wrapped itself around anyone close enough that was of comfort. for as long as there had been air to breathe, that had been subin. that was why now, when he said that he was proud, her lips quirked up in spite of herself. it did feel a little like how a father might speak, if sumin had known anything about that. ㅤㅤㅤ"thank you," the grumble in her voice might not have told anyone else that she appreciated the praise, but she knew subin would understand. she'd never been particularly good at accepting kindness, because she so rarely gave it out herself. she knew that her brother was the same way, so there was no pressure but— he wasn't debuting. not yet, anyway. for the first time in their lives, that meant she was now one step ahead of him. that was why now, she felt a momentary fumble for words as they climbed into the vehicle to be jettisoned off to whatever restaurant subin had selected for the evening. to celebrate her. was this the first time she'd celebrated something that was wholly her own? her cheeks felt a flush of something akin to shame, and she breathed, ㅤㅤㅤ"it will be your turn soon." because it felt like she had to. ㅤㅤㅤ"it has to be." 'cause i don't know how long i can do this on my own.

[hdsubin]

grumbled gratitude was about the best that he could expect from sumin. once they were secure in the backseat subin felt himself relax slightly, no one to impress here, no prying eyes, no bumping into other trainees here, forced smiles and stiffened bows. he could feel fatigue deep within him, an unfulfilled emptiness that came with constantly striving but never obtaining... this wasn't about his own shortcomings, however, it was about sumin. sumin who sat next to him, searching for words. subin reached over, gently patting her hair, a reassuring smile on his face. ㅤㅤㅤ"it will. but today is about you." he tugged on a strand of her hair playfully, attempting to get her to lighten up. it was a day to celebrate, after all, one that he didn't want tampered by their parents, or his own lack of debut. ㅤㅤㅤ"cheer up, min-ah. you only debut once... maybe." the rest of the ride passed amicably, subin lulled into comfort as sumin discussed things about her day: other trainees, managers, her dorm... he wondered what it was like, the pressure that came when your name was called. for once, he would be following sumin's lead, a foreign feeling, uncertain. the car slowed, and subin unfurled himself from the backseat with a brisk thank you for the driver as they arrived at their destination. he held the car door open so his sister could exit, before pointing at the door to the restaurant. ㅤㅤㅤ"figured daddy dearest wouldn't mind us visiting here on his tab, it's a celebration after all." ahead stood an unassuming french restaurant, one that he and sumin had visited throughout their childhood. while the outside was demure, he knew inside the doors waited one of the most expensive menus in seoul, accompanied by some of the most elite clientelle. ㅤㅤㅤ"after you, mon cherie."

[mikuns]

⁰¹ something wicked this way comes

morning in the practice rooms. present day —— w/ @hdsubin

the day started off like any other. yejun woke to the blaring alarm that he always vows he’ll change but never does, dragged himself out of bed, fueled up on enough homemade matcha lattes to last the rest of the month, and eventually made his way out of the door to board the bus he takes to the company building. even though he has a daily schedule that he should have down to the last second, he still manages to run a little late. every single day.

“thank you!” he huffed as he finally got on the bus, having to sprint to make it just before the driver pulled off. the brunette sagged back into the seat and let out another sigh, this time as he observed the sight outside the window. one of his favorite pass time activities was observing people. maybe it was due to his curious disposition, but he found it fascinating to think that each of these strangers had their own lives, to which he was only a very little part. nonetheless and despite the fact that snow covered the busy streets of seoul, birds fluttered by and trees swung in the gentle breeze as the bus continued down its route.

it only took ten minutes before yejun hopped off the vehicle, waving a small goodbye to the bus driver before shoving his freezing hands into his pockets while scurrying indoors. despite frequently being advised to, yejun refuses to wear a jacket for one reason and one reason only; “dude, i’ve gotta show off the ‘fit!” of course yejun’s training attire was by no means as showy as his everyday streetwear, but his passion for style was great enough for him to spend his time choosing the clothing he’d practice in, even if he would sweat them out later on.

upon entering the building, yejun walked up to the same stairwell he did everyday and climbed up to the training floor, humming little melodies on his way. just as he reached the floor, a satisfied tune sounded past his lips after glancing down at his watch, “7:30 AM on the dot.” the gemini dropped his arm back down by his side and began walking past the empty individual training rooms. most people don’t come in for another half hour and it leaves yejun alone to make a list of the things he wants to get done in the meantime.

there was just one difference today though, and it was the fact yejun wasn’t alone.

his head tilted slightly as he glanced at one of the private practice rooms, ears perking up to the faint noises. somebody’s here already? the question lingered as yejun curiously placed his ear on the door, listening into the room for a moment. his body leaned closer as he concentrated, and it was only when he started paying more attention that he heard the failed high note attempts coming from the other side. in a circumstance like this, the majority of people would turn around and mind the business that pays them, but yejun wasn't like the majority of people. instead, he was naive and eager to help. the brunette gave no warning as he abruptly opened the door, peeking inside before bowing and beginning to speak. “hi, um.. i’m yejun! i don’t mean to interrupt but, if you’re having some trouble i can help you out a little? it sounds like you’re struggling a bit..”

[hdsubin]

subin had woken with a splitting headache. he hadn't slept well, dreams plagued by shadowy figures that he'd reached for, only to evaporate between his fingertips. his slumber was often haunted by a searching feeling, that he was constantly reaching, reaching for something that was just beyond his grasp. and when he woke, it felt as if the shimmer of the elusive figures were still there in the room with him, just out of sight. dutifully he had dressed: jeans, sweater, sneakers, before he'd called for a driver to take him first, to coffee, and secondly to the practice room. the familiar halls that he haunted while waiting on the ever-present chance at debut. they had become his own labyrinth, trapped between mirrors and doors and windows, subin lost wandering the halls while biding his time honing, learning, growing. and while subin prided himself on his dance ability, his stage presence, his lingering fear was his own voice. and so, day after day, he woke, ate, walked, and faced himself in a mirror. he saw the bags beneath his eyes, the shock of dark hair, the firm set of his mouth that seemed perpetually formed into a disapproving smirk. his lips parted, and his voice emerged. his low notes were passable, but the high ones... someone was here with him. subin whipped around at the sound of a door opening to come face-to-face with a boy who appeared around his age. he vaguely recognized him from passing in the halls, but they were not acquainted. and... what did he say? having some trouble? subin immediately bristled, drawing himself up to full height. ㅤㅤ"is this how you go about offering help? listening in at doors? being places you shouldn't?" his gaze passed over dark hair, bright eyes, a welcoming smile, one which only made subin's frown deepen. ㅤㅤ"a word to the wise, yejun. a closed door is not an invitation, i don't need your 'help'. get out."

[hdsumin]

ㅤㅤㅤmin-ah. min-ah. min-ah.

the affectionate curl of her name helped soothe the sting of being wrong. it even smoothed over the knife twist of daddy dearest, who sumin was sure didn't even remember which company she was signed to, much less paid attention to any updates on her impending career burst. not that that bothered her. not in the slightest. ㅤㅤ"sorry," she grumbled as she drew herself to her feet, anger simmering until only the flush in her cheeks could betray that she had been feeling anything other than the generic gratitude she was now expected to glow with. ㅤㅤ"you're right," because when wasn't subin? even the way he carried himself now, chin slightly tilted upward, reflected that stark difference in their ability to carry their feelings. subin with confidence, poise, and sumin at the trembling knife's edge of a meltdown. they headed out, her fingers twined around his bicep so that she didn't lose her footing as she stared down at her phone while they made their way to the car subin had waiting for them. ㅤㅤ"does dad know? mom?" it betrayed her usual air of indifference towards their parents. she hadn't told them, knowing that their reaction wouldn't bring her any happiness. her mother would squeal and she would find it grating, and their father would likely behave as if it was only what was expected. nothing to be proud of. she always found that in subin. her eyes lifted to his face now, searching for it, wondering if there would only be disappointment now that he'd found her in so compromising a situation. she had known it was wrong, when she'd lashed out at the other girl— she just hadn't been able to control herself. ㅤㅤ"i think i have a good part in the song." ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdo you care?

[hdsubin]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"i know i am, come on." subin held out the contentious jacket, urging sumin to put it out. while the days had warmed slightly, the winter wind still pushed through, the knife that cut through clothing. sumin's hand curled around his arm, a familiar touch, as he led her to the car he had waiting, opening the back door so that she could enter first before sliding in after her. mom and dad. he wasn't expecting the question, and he felt himself stiffen imperceptibly in response. good ol' mom and dad. he had spoken to their mother recently, informed her of their current status: subin locked into endless trainee grind, sumin on thee brink of debut. he could hear the slur in her words as she gushed over her daughter, her joy tampered by the obvious intoxication... what was it this time? alcohol? pills. she'd tried to reassure subin that his time, too, would come. a sentiment she'd echoed endlessly over the past two years. he'd ended the phone call almost as quickly as he had started it. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"mom knows, she's... happy for you." sumin didn't need to know how their mother continued to hide her pain behind the shimmering veil of inebriation. but their father... subin's relationship with their father had always been contentious: subin actively rebelling against everything the man instructed him to do... until it benefitted him. he was an unwilling participant, but fed from the silver spoon reegardless. he couldn't remember the last time he'd heard his father's voice. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"i don't know about dad... you know how it is. we haven't spoken in awhile, but i'm sure he's aware. he always is." subin glanced toward his twin, her eyes searching his own, seeking something. reassurance? pride? indifference? a small smile formed on his face, a rarity, as he assumed the role he'd always played for his sister: supporter, advocate, mother, father, brother. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"i'm proud of you, you know. it's no easy thing, what you've done. i believe in you, min-ah. we'll be seeing your name in lights everywhere, soon enough."

[hdsumin]

— blue flame.

ㅤ ㅤwith @hdsubin, present day. mentions female npc.

ㅤㅤ"it's not my fault. she shouldn't have been getting into my shit." her eyes had been fixed on the floor for the better part of ten minutes, lip caught between her teeth, brows furrowed. sumin looked the picture of childish petulance. up until this attempt at mounting a defense, all she'd offered up was a few grunted, 'i know, i know,' as subin had huffed and puffed at her about putting everything at risk. they'd been planning this dinner ever since sumin found out that she was going to be debuting. it was a chance to celebrate in the midst of her increasingly busy schedules, of his own obligations, but she'd been late. this wasn't unusual, but subin had bothered to come looking once it had gotten past even sumin's typical tardiness. he'd found her in the practice rooms cornering another girl— a trainee, someone she barely knew, who sumin had caught holding the jacket she'd left on the back of a chair in the corner of the room. ㅤㅤ"didn't your mommy teach you not to touch what you can't afford?" the door had clicked open to reveal subin's face just as sumin had hissed that, metaphorical hackles raised. anyone else might have assumed the girl was just moving the jacket out of the way, given her the benefit of the doubt. sumin had only seen red. subin had walked in just as she was confronting her for what had looked like theft in her eyes, and had been the merciful hand to usher the girl out of the practice room, now leaving the twins alone. ㅤㅤ"she was going to steal it. why else was she holding it? she didn't need that chair." subin was looking down at her, and sumin felt all of ten years old again, insisting that another kid on the playground had snatched up her pencil case, which was why she had lashed out at them. ㅤㅤ"it's not my fault. she won't tell anyone, anyway."

[hdsubin]

it wasn't an unfamiliar picture.

sumin staring the girl down, her eyes fiery, hands on her hips as she delivered the killing blow. subin had watched as his twin hissed at the girl, "didn't your mommy teach you not to touch what you can't afford?" with a sigh, he stepped into the room, ushering the cowering girl out of the door he'd just entered before rounding on his twin. he tilted his head disapprovingly, quiet for a moment to see if sumin would talk first. which she did, as always. ‎‎‎‎‎ "she wasn't going to steal your shit, min-ah." subin rubbed at his temple, the suggestion of a headache creeping behind his eyes. he had initially been joyous for his sister, offering to take her to a celebratory dinner when news of her imminent debut broke. he had thought that this would potentially tame the other, subdue her, put her on her best behavior with the promise of publicity, stardom, a debut.

he could see that he was wrong. ‎‎‎‎‎ "you can't keep this up, you know that, right?" subin studied her, picking up the jacket that the trainee had discarded in her attempt to escape. ‎‎‎‎‎ "you'll get a reputation, people are watching you now that you may debut. childish antics aren't going to earn you any favor among those who matter... and besides, think about what daddy dearest might say if he found out you were picking fights with the peons." the superiority complex was not unique to sumin, but subin hid it better. he was arrogant, self-assured, but calculating, knowing when and where to play nice... a skill his twin had seemed to not have developed. ‎‎‎‎‎ "now, if you're done biting the hand that feeds you, we have a reservation to make."

[y-oshinori]

Mr. Jae

[lepetitdragonvert]

Orpheus tries to hold on to Eurydice

.c. 1791

Artist : François Gérard (1770-1837)

[hdsubin]

 . . . ⇢ 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗽 !