— On the clock.
idohsan:
“i have a solo stage.” he drawls it out like he might think sungyeol’s an idiot. but really, it shouldn’t be all too surprising, they tend to give them out during group specific concerts, and san had gone and promoted as a solo. it makes sense to include it in the line up. to give a hint to his fans that there will be more to come soon. “don’t you have something?” he trades back, less to try and one up him, and more because he thinks he probably should, wants him to leave and go track down the details of it.
San was right in more ways than one. About the implied lack of care and professionalism. It was hard to do as much as pin point when exactly Olympus did something so terrible for Sungyeol to mindfully choose to give up on the group. If he had stopped to think for a moment, gotten his head out of the bubble that was centered only around him and making him look over the horizon in the warm-shaded egotistic glasses, he might have put his feelings for the group and the company separate.
“Ah, what an exciting job you have,” It’s not like he never put in effort, he did care for his career and the group’s well-being right when they started. Didn’t they all? The mentality he carried from his trainee days into the start of their careers was a well-oiled engine. So used to sleeping in the practice room, the twenty-two year old extended the tradition into debut and spent the majority of time practicing. However, incapability of grasping that he didn’t need to fight and try as hard anymore made him unaware of the fact that he needed to switch gears and slow down. Start paying attention to others. Because teams only work if all members have the proper group mentality and are capable to bounce off of each others strengths while filling each other’s weakness. Like glue or puzzle pieces. “The perfect student. Always on time and working his ass off for some reason unknown to most of us.” Olympus at the very far end of the spectrum.
Maybe hadn’t be been living in the competitive, individualistic mentality, the relationship state between the members at him would at the very least be fixable. Though, at this point what could have been were useless to put forward. They’re in incorrigible ruins.
So it’s a bit funny. Equal parts frustrating. Somewhat hypocritical that Sungyeol was out there preaching the importance of a team mentality into San’s face when he never even had one to begin with. It was more about making a point than leveling with reality. “I used to have a similar job before figuring out that Midas won’t give you shit no matter how much you beg or work.” There’s almost a painfully friendly smile on his face. “Even so, you can’t say that I don’t try for this group. That would require my complete absence during rehearsals.” His hands move up slightly, only to smack against his thighs immediately. “And somehow I’m here. There are different ways of trying, kid. Realistic and... Who knows.” Looking the youngest over, Sungyeol turned to the side sharply to stretch. He was more than aware that San wouldn’t cooperate no matter how much stupid reasoning he would put forward.
“Mmm, how interesting,” he blurts out without much thought, paying attention to how his limbs moved in the mirror and enjoying the pressure in his muscles. San’s tone hit a particular spot in his head, making him swallow down the little conservationism he had. “I might, I’m not sure. They’ll tell me later anyway,” being a soloist was never under the list of Sungyeol’s aspirations. Right then and there he was playing stupid, though. Schedules did mark solos, a marking of a solo cover on his own paper near the upcoming date. He never tried a one-man endeavor nor was he intending to put his time and effort into one without as much as a demand from the company. Thus, there was no intention for him to move until being forced by one of the coordinators. “You’re being raised to become a sole money pig anyway as of recently, I don’t think anyone cares if we have our stages as long as you’re stage ready. Makes our job easier.”
