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jang woosung / 21 1nferno's lead dance, lead vocal

[jueunid-blog]

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[idxwoosung-blog]

jueunid·:

her free hand rose to her chin, taking up a thinking pose, “hm, well do you want the usual work details or regular life details first?” truth be told she didn’t think her life had enough details in it to be interesting but he always managed to make her feel like it was.

woosung let himself smile when jueun laughed, the feeling coming easy to him around her. there was no doubt that jueun was one of the people he was most fond of, one of his closest friends both within and outside the industry. she was always so comforting, easy to talk to and trust, and he knew she was someone who understood him— if not entirely, then at least better than most. in another world, maybe he would have had a crush on her, pretty and friendly and warm. but here, they were just close friends, and that was satisfying enough for woosung. 

he felt pride bloom in his chest when jueun said she had watched all of his performances, and he reached out to catch her hand as she pulled her arm back, giving it a quick squeeze before letting go. woosung had never been one for physical affection, didn’t know how to express his feelings in such a way, but he knew jueun would appreciate the gesture, no matter how small. “i watched yours too,” he replied, leaning forward excitedly. “you’re such a good dancer, i don’t even think i looked at the other members of your group. no offence to them, of course.” he let out a small laugh, tucking his legs up towards his chest and moving to sit more upright. 

he reached a hand up to tug at his hair, tilting his head as he looked at jueun. “did i look okay, though?” woosung asked jueun, feeling the usual self consciousness creep in. he wasn’t trying to look for attention or compliments— he trusted jueun enough to be honest with him, even if the answer wasn’t what he wanted to hear. “i already stand out enough because i’m tall, but with my blonde hair…” he shook his head before he could get too far into his thoughts, letting out a breath. friendship was a two-way street— it would be rude for him to make this conversation about himself.

woosung rested his chin on his knees, wrapping his arms around his legs. “i want all the details,” he said, genuinely curious. it had been so long since he’d spoken to jueun— there was so much to catch up on. absently, he made a mental note to try and talk with jueun more. “but life details first. we have the same job, so i know what work is like.”

[idxwoosung-blog]

misguided.

wei and woosung’s first interaction, backstage at a music show. with @idxwei

woosung didn’t make much of a habit out of doing one-on-one introductions. he wasn’t much of a conversationalist, he knew that much— his nerves just always seemed to get the better of him in more personal interactions. he could keep it together well enough in interviews, or talking to crowds of fans, something about the structure and the emotional distance of it putting him at ease. but these sorts of things, off the script conversations where there was someone able to judge him directly… that always messed with woosung.

but his mom had been telling him to put himself out there more, pushing him to try and make some friends. i’m worried about you, will, she’d said the last time he called, soft-spoken english flowing over the line. you never mention having any friends, you hardly even talk about your own groupmates. don’t you want someone to talk to? her words weren’t exactly off the mark— woosung wanted friends, sure, he just wasn’t sure how. years of being picked on and scrutinized hadn’t done wonders for his confidence or social skills, so attempting to make friends was usually more anxiety-inducing than rewarding. but woosung figured that starting with introducing himself to some b.rite members was as good of an attempt as anything.

backstage at a music show was probably not the most casual and relaxing atmosphere— especially when woosung was extremely aware of how much makeup was caked on his face— but he knew his opportunities for things like this was limited. so when he spotted wei, recognizing the tall, young man easily through the crowd, he steeled himself, took a deep breath, then hurried after him.

“sorry!” woosung called, catching up to wei. his voice sounded too loud to his own ears, even though he had hardly raised it loud enough for wei to hear. “sorry, sorry to bother you, i just… i wanted to introduce myself. individually.” even just voicing that out loud made his chest feel tight, at risk of caving in. what was he doing? why did he think this was a good idea? he was already here now, though— there wasn’t any way woosung could back out without making things even more awkward or making an ass out of himself. he licked his dry lips, then bowed hurriedly, struggling to even look at wei.

“i’m woosung,” he said awkwardly, tugging at the hem of his jacket to have something to do with his hands. “i like your newest song. you sing really well.”

[idxwoosung-blog]

aaand back again with my other boy, woosung! literally nothing has changed for this boy other than a change in company lol. his new bio is here if you want to take a look, and i’ve also got a plots page for him here! feel free to like this post if you wanna plot, but i’ll be coming around to anyone i’ve plotted with before as well!

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helpline.

[idxwoosung-blog]

idseokyung·:

closing his eyes again, seokyung remains quiet for a couple of seconds before asking, “what’s on your mind, sungie? talk to me, maybe?” and then he chuckles, “and if you decide you don’t want to talk then you’ll be punished and you’ll have to get up and cook your hyung dinner, so… if i were you? i’d start talking.”

woosung throws his hands up in shock at seokyung’s accusation, his legs jolting and shaking seokyung’s head on his lap. “i was not watching porn!” he shouts adamantly, his face already heating up. he knows seokyung is joking— knows that the 1nferno members know that woosung has never watched porn in his life— but he denies it anyways, tries to protect himself out of habit. seokyung’s trying to joke, trying to lighten the mood, but woosung feels something uncomfortable stirring in his stomach at the comment regardless. he curls into himself a bit tighter as he settles down, his arms tucked into his sides as he slowly returns his hands to seokyung’s hair.

it’s stupid. woosung knows it’s stupid, to be so anxious about stuff like this, but he can’t seem to help it. he can’t open up to people easily, can’t be funny and charming and charismatic. he’s too guarded, too nervous and anxious, and nothing can seem to help.

he tries to listen to seokyung’s praises, tries to take them in. he knows seokyung well enough to know that he wouldn’t lie to him, but at the same time, none of the compliments seem to land. woosung just can’t internalize them, his dissatisfaction with himself weighing more than anything else. no matter how much seokyung piles on, woosung can’t agree— he just sits there, quiet, nodding every few words to seem polite.

woosung thinks about not talking for a moment— he wasn’t a bad cook, he could make something for seokyung easily— but then he realizes that seokyung would be offended if he didn’t talk, and lets out a sigh. he tips his head back, because he has no faith in himself that he won’t cry if he talks about this for too long, and takes a long moment before he speaks.

“i’m just bad at it, hyung,” he starts after a moment, his voice soft and wavering. “i’m bad around people. you guys are okay, because i know you, and there’s a couple other people who i’m fine with, but just… with anyone else…” woosung feels the familiar stinging feeling behind his eyes and he lets out a whine, pressing his hands to his face.

“hyung, why can’t i do it?” woosung asks pathetically, trying not to cry. “why can’t i talk to people without feeling so scared?”

[idxwei]

weekly idol

[idxwoosung-blog]

idxwei·:

“At least we don’t have to lie about being close.” Really, they got lucky; Wei knew most groups pretended to like each other. Wei didn’t genuinely like people in general himself. It was different with 1nferno though. “Cheer up.”

it wasn’t like woosung didn’t try to be good at variety shows. he did, to the best of his ability. he watched other idols on them to try and learn from them, asked the other members for advice, relaxed as much as he could to get out of his own head. but somehow, as soon as the cameras were on him and he had to talk to people, be funny, be likeable, be charismatic, everything he had tried to learn would vanish out of his head. he wasn’t cold, not by a long shot— although it wasn’t in woosung’s nature to be cold off camera anyways— but he was nervous, visibly so. he was stiff, his laughter tense, his answers usually stuttered out. and it sucked, it made woosung feel awful, because how the hell was he supposed to be an idol if he couldn’t even talk in front of a camera? what the hell had all of his training been for if he couldn’t even do this?

(for nothing, apparently, since the company wanted him for his looks rather than his talent, but woosung tried his best to forget about that.)

his hands were clenched into fists when wei came over, so in his head that he hardly noticed him approach. he startled a bit when wei’s arm landed around his shoulders, his hands relaxing. he looked down at his hands to avoid wei’s eyes, pressing his palms against his legs to stop himself from looking at the crescent-shaped indents his nails had left.

“i’m trying,” woosung said, his voice tight. “i’m trying, hyung, it’s just… it’s hard, you know?”

no, he thought, wei wouldn’t know, because wei could be charming on camera, talk well on camera, get people to pay attention to him, and korean wasn’t even his first language. woosung couldn’t seem to do any of that, even as a native speaker. what was so wrong with him that he couldn’t even talk?

“how do you do it?” he asked wei, glancing up at him before looking down at his hands again. “talk to people like that. be funny, or whatever. because i keep trying but i’m just…” he swallowed, felt a lump building in his throat. fuck, he was not going to cry here, not backstage in front of all these people and not in front of wei. his hyung was responsible, had a good heart, but woosung felt just on the edge of pathetic whenever he was around.

“i’m just not good enough,” he managed a few moments later, hands curling into fists again. “i can’t do it, and i don’t know why.”

[jueunid-blog]

down time.

[idxwoosung-blog]

jueunid·:

jueun shifted into a sitting position, leggings crossing over and hands settling into her lap. “it really feels like it’s been a while since we had a chance to talk freely like this.”

woosung had never been in a more freeing space than an empty dance studio. it had always been the safest place for him, ever since he was a child, so young that he struggled to put his ballet shoes on by himself. he could express himself openly here, channel all the feelings he couldn’t express in words into movements. with no one else around, he didn’t have to worry about technique or style— he could just move without worry, let the music carry his body about. there was no judgement here, no evaluations, no criticisms— just him, the music, and the four walls around him.

the studio wasn’t empty this time, but it didn’t matter; he felt just as safe here as when he was alone. that was the effect jueun always seemed to have when she was around— she was calming, reassuring, and woosung knew he never had to worry around her. she was one of the people he trusted, one of the people who broke his walls down. he was never fully unguarded around people— he could never be, he thought sometimes, since opening up to people was a terrifying act that he could never seem to push himself to do— but around jueun was the closest he ever seemed to get.

he gave her a smile when she spoke, moving to sit down on the studio floor next to her. he shook his head as he stretched his legs out in front of him, his feet close to brushing hers, and reached forward to stretch. “no, i like it here,” he replied, grabbing onto his ankles and pulling. he let out a little laugh, dropping his head down towards his legs so his voice was a bit muffled when he replied, “have i ever complained about being in the studio?”

he sat up when jueun did, shaking his legs out a bit as he leaned his weight back on his hands. it hadn’t been too long since they last talked, by industry standards— there were people in the same company as woosung that he could go half a year without seeing— but for two people that were trying to be normal friends, despite their abnormal careers, it felt like years. it had been even longer since they’d been away from any prying eyes, their interactions limited to careful conversations backstage at music shows or short phone calls when they hoped no one else was listening. woosung felt like he hadn’t seen jueun in a lifetime, and his heart ached fondly when he looked at her seated on the floor next to him.

“it’s been too long,” he agreed, smiling a bit wider. he nudged her with his foot gently, a bit playful, something only reserved for a select few.

“tell me everything,” he urged her, shifting a bit closer to her. his voice softened a bit when he added, “i missed you.”

[idxwoosung-blog]

reflection.

character development prompt:  detail whether being an idol is your end goal or if you see it as a stepping stone (to an acting career, a solo, etc.)

woosung winces as he adjusts his grip on his ankle, trying to find a better hold in order to pull his leg further up and towards his head. it isn’t as easy as it used to be— he can’t get it up as far as he used to, his muscles stiff from not being stretched this thoroughly in a long while. he lets out a huff, pulling one more time before he lets go, trying to sustain the position for a second before giving up and letting his leg drop.

it was frustrating, to see his body changing like this. before, when all woosung did was dance contemporary and ballet, his physique was so different. he was fit and lean, not out of desire for a specific aesthetic, but out of necessity for the type of dance he did. his legs were especially muscled, his calves thick to the point of being blocky from holding himself up on relevé. he was flexible too, of course, able to lift his leg above his head and twist his spine with ease. now, nearly three years deep into the idol industry and seven years out of when he last danced contemporary or ballet full time, things have changed drastically. woosung had kept up with his stretching and training routines well enough before he’d debuted, logging long hours in the dance studios well after everyone else had left. once he’d debuted, he had tried to keep going, but his plan worked better in theory than in practice. spending an hour a day conditioning his body wasn’t exactly a feasible plan during promotions, when sleeping for even a couple of hours was already difficult. and when 1nferno travelled anywhere, the already scarce opportunity went out the window entirely.

woosung steps up to the mirror in the dance studio, taking a good look at himself. his legs have thinned out, less muscle on them since he no longer needed as much strength in them. it’s not like he’d been of a thicker build in the first place, but the decrease in muscle combined with how long his legs had gotten as he got older meant his legs look like toothpicks now, awkwardly long and thin. he has abs— has always had abs, his body holding the muscle easily— but now it wasn’t due to a large amount of muscle there, but instead due to a lack of any sort of fat covering them. the amount of energy they exerted on a day to day basis combined with the restrictive dieting msg pushed them to do meant woosung’s already thin frame had shed fat, fast. his face has thinned too, in the process, his cheeks that were always on the softer side hollowing out and his jaw becoming more defined. his arms used to be thinner, just enough muscle needed to lift and hold himself, but the company had wanted more, so he’d worked out to build more there, filling out his shirts better.

it’s not that woosung is unhappy with his body. it’s gotten him this far, carried him through his trainee days, his career so far. but sometimes, when he looks at himself in the mirror, he can’t help but wish that he had been able to keep the body he had when he only danced contemporary— not for the aesthetics, but for what it allowed him to do.

he can still dance the way he wants to, but only in moments like this. when it’s late at night and the studios are empty, woosung can play the downtempo music he loves, spin and leap across the studio, form the shapes and tell the stories that only his body can do. and as much as he appreciates the idol life, the glitz and glamour, getting to perform onstage with his friends, his heart will always belong to this.

he’ll go back to it someday, he knows, when this is all over. when 1nferno is done, when the spotlights have faded, when the fame no longer follows him. he’ll become a choreographer or something of the sort, maybe a dance trainer at msg or some other company. maybe he’ll open his own studio even, lean into his reputation to get things going. he’ll dance again, the dance that he always wanted to do before he got into the idol industry. however things in the future might pan out, woosung knows what he wants: to dance forever, either onstage or off. everything else is just auxiliary.

[idseokyung]

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idseokyung·:

“but hey, how do you think you did today?” he asks, only to interrupt himself right away, “don’t answer that, i’ll tell you. you did good. no, you did great. well, we all did but you know what i mean, i love complimenting my woosungie.” there’s a special sweetness in seokyung’s voice and anyone who truly knows him knows that this only happens with the people he truly loves.

woosung picks at the hem of his shirt nervously, sitting tense and pressed up against the arm of the couch. he’d changed once they’d gotten back to the dorms, of course, hastily discarding his outfit for comfortable clothes, but other than that, woosung hasn’t been able to bring himself to do much. he’d sat on the couch with the intent of watching some other groups’ variety shows, a desperate attempt to get more comfortable with them, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it; just the thought of seeing how much better others may have been caused anxiety to wrap around him and make his chest feel tight. so instead, there woosung sat, on the couch with his phone away and the tv off, replaying each second of the filming in his head until seokyung comes into the room.

woosung squirms a bit at the cute voice seokyung puts on, knowing that seokyung was doing it to tease him. he always found it a bit weird, the sweetness such a contrast from seokyung’s usual image— but then again, he was aware that the same could be said for himself. he goes along with seokyung easily though, petting his bangs gently, parting them then messing them up just to part them neatly again. “sorry, i was going to watch something but i decided not to,” woosung says meekly. it’s an excuse, a half truth, and he knows seokyung will probably realize, but he trusts his hyung enough to not berate him for hiding the truth.

woosung smiles a little at seokyung’s words, avoiding his eyes. he appreciates his hyung’s compliments, even if he can’t quite believe them. variety shows had always been a weakness of woosung’s, and while he was trying his best, he knows this show would probably be the same as usual— a few comments of his, but otherwise no screentime other than his reactions to the other members. it pains him, knowing his presence on screen doesn’t live up to his supposed presence onstage, but opening up is so hard to him. he doesn’t know how to do that, to talk and be funny and interesting. all woosung knows how to do is dance.

“i think i did okay,” he settles on, brushing seokyung’s bangs away from his forehead gently. “you did well, though, hyung, as usual.”

[idxwoosung-blog]

hi everyone!! it’s your pal cody, jinhwan’s mun, back at it again with another muse!!! woosung is suuuuper different from jinhwan, so if jinhwan isn’t your cup of tea you might find some luck with this boy! (don’t worry though, our snarky guitarist isn’t going anywhere~) woosung is a Soft Boi who just really wants to do well but isn’t quite there yet. he’s super in love with dance, although he became an idol mostly for the fame and fortune (and inadvertently coasted by on his looks for the most part). the company likes him bc he’s great onstage and decently handsome, but offstage woosung is shy as all hell and pretty insecure. there’s no plot page set up for him yet (bc it’s me and when can my chaotic self ever by on time), but his profile is up here and i’ll put a bit more from his bio as well as some plot suggestions down below! give this post a like if any of them interest you and i’ll hop into your dms! i’m looking forward to getting some interesting plots going with my baby~

super duper shy, as in he literally had no friends growing up and even now has only opened up to a select few people

he’s super sweet tho he’s just Baby and doesn’t know how to talk to ppl

his mom was born and raised in the states (she’s ethnically korean tho) so she spoke english with woosung when he was growing up

he’s preeetty close to fluent tbh, and he has an english name which is william (but his mom and endeared fans call him will!)

because he always spoke English with his mom though he got picked on as a kid and called a gyopo (making fun of him for being a foreigner even though he was born and raised in korea bc... kids are mean)

also he was really into ballet and contemporary dance so foreign seeming kid + super shy + weird ballet kid made for a preeeetty rough childhood

his dad also left his mom and him when he was an infant and didn’t reconnect until woosung was like.. 10 and his dad isn’t a great person and called his dance hobby gay so it kinda messed him up with some internalized homophobia

he joined the idol industry bc his mom was too broke to pay for his dance lessons anymore so he made a deal with his dad that if he got into a company his dad would pay the trainee fees.. and he did lmao

he’s a good dancer and a decent vocalist but like.. clearly not the best? so pretty much the company kept him for his looks lmfao

and also his ability to get into character onstage, despite being super shy offstage he knows how to put on a performance lmao

he found out though that the company kept him around for his looks vs his skill and now he resents it

he also feels like all his effort in dropping his contemporary dance dream is wasted now because what was the point in trying to train to be literally the opposite type of dancer from how he wanted to be if the company didn’t care about his skills anyways

also bc of his shyness he’s never dated anyone, never even had a crush up until recently so he’s going through some Emotional Turmoil over it

overall he’s just a soft shy boy who wants to do well!!! pls give him love bc god knows he won’t give it to himself

some plot ideas:

woosung's first crush!!! a guy, bc yes our boy is indeed gay. whether it’s unrequited or not is a bit up in the air, but like hell woosung would do anything about it anyway!

bc woosung is really in the mindset of he can NOT be gay, he probably tries to date a girl (or two, or three) to try and get rid of those feelings... unsuccessfully

a few close friends that woosung feels comfortable opening up to! probably have known each other since soon after he debuted (or even before), at least for a couple of years. there’s no one who knows everything about him because he’s so insecure, but these are the people he’s most relaxed around.

some dance partners!! especially contemporary dancers. woosung misses it so much so he’d take any opportunity he can get to practice again

and ofc, a bad influence to corrupt this sweet child is wholly necessary.

i’ll get a plots page up this week, but if anything here interests you, shoot me a message and we can brainstorm!

xoxo cody

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