jeon hyun woo

28 year old songwriter/composer working for prism entertainment and its three subsidiaries.

[ikxhyunwoo]

@ikjiyeon

they had been in the studio for god knows how long. and in all honesty, the two could have finished up hours ago, but hyunwoo was a perfectionist and he wasn't going to settle for anything less than the best for the new girl group's debut album. debut albums were like first impressions and first impressions couldn't be flops.

his chin rested flat on his palm, other hand moving to click away unwanted audio on the computer monitor. dark brown orbs look up, seeking some sense of guilt for making the young girl overwork herself.

"okay, this is the last time you'll have to sing that part again i promise."

[ikxhyunwoo]

@ikseungtae

hyunwoo would never refer to himself as the forgetful type, though he found himself often misplacing things, no, he wasn't forgetful. though he left his phone behind in the building's cafeteria, he wasn't forgetful.

he makes his way to the table where he left his phone, seeing someone familiar, someone similar in age, someone he definitely recognizes from somewhere but the name loses its place in his head. curiosity makes him wonder if the other may have picked up the device and given it to a lost and found before eating.

it is with certain steps of hesitation, though eager as they are, that he goes up to the male. "excuse me, have you picked up an iphone by any chance?" he doesn’t make an effort to hide the optimism in his tone.

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[ikxhyunwoo]

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[ikxhyunwoo]

drift//jia&hyunwoo

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it’s only a silhouette that’s visible in the leader’s room, sitting on her bed with her chin rested on her knees, her catlike eyes glued to the falling drops of rain collecting on the glass window. how many hours had she been sitting there consumed by her own thoughts? she doesn’t care to measure the time—- it’s going by so slowly anyway.

the air is still and quiet in the room, only the hum of the ac and the tick-tick-tick of the clock filling her ears. the only light comes from beneath the crack in the door… but it’s faint and barely even noticeable. then the room illuminates, her phone’s black screen replaced by a bright light. she squints, surprised by the sudden brightness, but her heart falls in her chest at the notifications popping up on her screen.

four messages… all from HIM. it’s been forever, she thinks, since they’ve last had a proper conversation. and it’s partly her fault… partly… her thumbs idly hover over the keyboard, unsure what to say or if she should respond anyway. should her twin sister find out, it would lead to a fight, and she isn’t mentally prepared to argue.

love is funny, she thinks. her love for him is different from the love she holds for her sister; even then, they’re equally powerful forms of love that clash. ultimately, she had to make a decision… and that is how she lost the only prince she’s ever had, the only relationship gone right. her feelings are still there—- and it’s perhaps because what forced them apart isn’t a change in heart. a nostalgic smile tugs at her lips at the sight of his name in his contacts, forgetting to change it once everything had ended. still, she types, ignoring the nagging sound of her sister’s voice in her head.

❴ ✉︎ ⟶ 내 왕자 ❵ › are you sure you’re not drunk? › not that i mind… i’ve been thinking a lot about you.

she pauses, lips pressing together as she wonder if she’s to send the last message. but fuck it, she thinks… and she sends.

› i miss you. i’ll be there in ten minutes.

she pulls herself off her bed, quickly dresses, and heads out the door. it’s a quick walk in the darkness. it’s home to her—- the shadows. perhaps it’s not logical for her to be walking around that late at night, but she doesn’t care. she walks… her feet remembering the way to his place without much thought on her part. and she makes her way up to his apartment and rings the doorbell.

[ikxhyunwoo]

his gaze is trained to the screen until it bores him, until he’s sure she’s not going to read it, and he turns away from phone and puts it down. 

just then, there’s notifications popping up on the screen. 

eyes light up when phone does and thumb is instantly swiping across to unlock. perhaps too eager for his own good, but he doesn’t think much of how she’d react if she saw the message was read seconds after it was sent. instead, he thinks of memories of what nights spent up late texting her were like. the childishness and lovestruckness the two had shared.

❴ ✉︎ ⟶ 내 공주 ❵

› absolutely sober › 100% › i promise

the last message she sends catches him off guard. he wasn’t expecting it. dark hues look over it twice to assure himself it was real and he hadn't misread it. hyunwoo finds himself instantly putting his phone down again and jumping up. he scans the apartment for any signs of untidiness. despite being incredibly desperate, the last thing he wants is for her to think he’s completely lost himself after the break up. even if it was somewhat true, he’d never admit that to himself. for hyunwoo, pride was still far too high in the sky to give up and surrender that easily. 

he puts away anything that’s not in its place back to where it belonged. and just after spending a minute in front of the mirror and checking to see if he was even presentable in his opinion, the intercom for his loft buzzes. immediately, hurried feet run to click the buzzer and lets her inside of the apartment complex building. he can’t believe this is happening, wouldn’t have imagined it weeks before, but she’s only an elevator ride away from coming upstairs and hyunwoo doesn’t know how he even feels at that moment. 

nervous? not quite, the emotion crawling upon his skin is more akin to trepidation. but even then that was not quite the word for it either - in the end, he wonders if he is simply feeling a sense of foreboding about what is about to come next. perhaps just anticipation. anticipation of what actually talking to her again would be like. before he knows it, there’s a knock at his door and he inhales, taking a breath and hoping for the best, before opening it. 

“hey, come in.” 

[ikxhyunwoo]

“I need to go.”

“huh?” the noise comes out dumbfoundedly in response, soft confused expression distorting sharp facial features; though dark brown hues are still focused on the computer monitor and slender digits are still clicking away on the mouse. he diverts for a moment, taking a second to glance up at the clock hung on the wall of the studio, needing a second take when it hits him how late the night has gotten. he barely paid attention to the time before, had been too involved in working with the other, too concentrated on the song. “shit, you’re right, sorry. i can give you a ride back to your dorm if you’d like?”

Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

[ikxhyunwoo]

drift//jia&hyunwoo

hyunwoo never liked drifting away from others, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to avoid it. he forgets easily. forgets to reply back to texts after reading them, forgets to wish happy birthdays on facebook even when the application reminds him, forgets to ask others how they've been doing. he was never the type to be good at maintaining connections with others, especially if 'others' were exes of his. then he was really bad at it. awful, actually.

the last relationship he had was fine- nearly perfect in his opinion. having worked together on the leader's last album for her group, the two had clicked instantly. their creative processes aligned in perfect symmetry, and though the two had came with their separate baggage, they both somehow managed to drop it off behind- not needing to be reminded of such things, when they could simply focus on each other.

and thinking of the relationship, hyunwoo found there nostalgia, memories, felt himself smiling at the memories; it had been golden, he thought, only became a hell much later, near the end of it; when his limbs grew too far stretched, when things just didn't go right anymore. forgotten baggage comes back to remind them and they find themselves stuck.

it's getting late and listening to drake doesn't help his current state of mind. he doesn't even catch himself this time when his hand reaches out for his phones and his fingers make their way into his contacts list and begin typing away.

( 1 new kkt message ) listen i know we haven’t talked for a while, but i’ve been thinking about you and ( 2 new kkt messages ) oh my god this sounds like a drunk text s2g i’m not drunk tho ( 3 new kkt messages ) i just want to know how you’re doing ( 4 new kkt messages ) do you want come over and catch up if you’re not busy? it’s been months 

with rushed thumbs dancing across the screen, a new wave of regret crashes on shore every time he hits send. reading over the messages and cringing at how progressively clingy a person can sound in a kakao chat, hyunwoo throws his head back and groans in frustration. though, even then, dark orbs still keep some attention on the screen, waiting for yellow ‘1’s next to the messages to disappear with hope.

[ikseolhyun]

@ikxhyunwoo LIKED FOR A STARTER !!

seolhyun isn’t sure who she knows and who she doesn’t anymore. of course, she’s vaguely familiar with everyone, but on a personal level, not really. ❝ what do you want ?? ❞ she isn’t the warmest idol around, but she’s normally pretty civil. but with her current emotions, she just can’t bother to use her filter.

[ikxhyunwoo]

the tone of the question perplexes him- makes him even forget the answer for it as it gets drowned by other thoughts about the visual’s attitude until it floats back up to the top of his mind and he is reminded again. yet, hyunwoo stands continuing to observe in silence for a moment longer. “you’re in an awfully bad mood,” though response comes delayed, the words come after and follow each other without any hint or sign of hesitation. “something the matter?”

[ikxhyunwoo]

sickness//miyeon&hyunwoo

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it was probably the first time, in this 3 years, that miyeon was THIS sick. god even if she was sick she’d always try and appear on the studio. no matter what, job was first. having the work she had now, with hyunwoo, of course she had to send something to warn the older male that she wasn’t in condition to go to work. miyeon was glad to stay at home though - the girl had been tiring herself during the whole week.

that was something stupid about her, she was so into work that she’d stay her whole night, if possible, awake to finish this certain lyrics or melody. always something around that. at least, she wouldn’t skip meals - which was good. 

miyeon was laid in her sofa (too weak to actually go upstairs to her room), looking like a big mess. actually, everything around her was a mess. tissues in her little table, some food near her. if she was in the condition to actually have someone in her home? heck no. so it took her by surprise when hyunwoo actually said he was coming over. of course miyeon didn’t wanted him to get sick as well. they both nedded to be free from any sickness in order to finish the album. when she heard the knock she knew exactly who it was, even though she was praying it wasn’t him. miyeon didn’t even check her apperance, the girl knew she looked like a sick girl and that’s all really. her steps were slow and weak but at least she got there. without problems. the door was opened and now she knew that it was really hyunwoo. ( she couldn’t lie that she was glad someone was taking care of her )

‘’ah, hyunwoo’’, she whines while watching the older male between her almost closed eyes. ‘’you shouldn’t be here, i’m so sick that i might die’’, that until she saw the bags with, probably, food. ‘’get in, but if you get sick, i swear oppa, it’s your fault not mine!’’. with that being said miyeon moves herself to her spot again, falling against the soft material of the sofa. 

[ikxhyunwoo]

“miyeon-ah, you look awful,” was the first thing he had said when the door opened and he was welcomed by a sick miyeon. it could have came off as rude but his blunt words were wrapped with ribbons of worry and tied with bows of concern making the sentence seem purely genuine and caring in a way. hyunwoo always had his way of making sure everything he did or spoke came off as completely authentic. she looked so drained, so lacking of the energy she was usually bursting with in the studio. it almost made hyunwoo uncomfortable seeing her so unlike her normal self. he snaps out of his thoughts hearing her whines. “trust me, i won’t hold anything against you. i have a strong immune system, so it’s nothing to worry about. honestly, we were rushing with the album anyways, it’s good we have an excuse to take a break now. consider it a creative break. i heard studies show that those increase productivity,” rambled on assuring words were followed with a chuckle, as he walked in, slipping his shoes off by the door and closing it behind him. another chuckle is let out seeing the girl collapse back onto the couch. he shakes the bag of food in his hand as though it were some sort of prize or reward. 

“i thought you’d need some comfort food, but i wasn’t exactly sure what you’d like; so i got a bunch of stuff. are you hungry?”

he set the bags of food on the coffee table slowly, eyes still searching around to observe the home, hand awkwardly reaching behind his head to ruffle his hair before being returned to his jean pockets. “do you need anything else? a blanket? tea? water? medicine? you don’t need to worry about anything, just consider me your personal servant for the next few hours.” 

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[ikminhyuk]

“Whatever. And I don’t know really. I was just passing by and found them here in this room. I couldn’t resist messing around with them. You think I won’t get in trouble for playing with them, right?”

[ikxhyunwoo]

"maybe a party or something, but i can see how it’s tempting," he nodded slowly and hesitantly, still processing the situation. "nah, i doubt it, they're just balloons. "

[ikxhyunwoo]

nightmare//yujin&hyunwoo

the male wasn’t usually the type to get thrown into bar fights. he usually relied off of his sharp tongue to handle his disputes rather than his precious knuckles, yet here he was in an alleyway kicked outside of a club. to his defense, the other drunken bastard was completely asking for it, completely in his face and rattling off slurred and meaningless words, completely begging for the first punch to be swung. it wasn’t his fault. hyunwoo wasn’t the bad guy. not in his perspective. he couldn't have been.

he was already starting to stroll away to look for a taxi and get a ride home, steps always slow, calculated, light but deliberate. but at the end of the alleyway there was a young girl who didn't really seem to fit or match the surroundings. and even though hyunwoo was only a few more steps away from passing by her, he stopped in his tracks, recognizing her for some reason. she seemed terrified. his head tilts and his expression falters, becomes clueless, almost innocent. he has to a blink a few times to fully grasp the situation. shit, he was the bad guy. and he’s sure the bloody lip and bruised fists aren’t doing justice to move him away from the negative light.

the streets are quiet, almost deserted, and it hits him that he’s lucky there wasn’t anyone there to take pictures or videos of the incident. his voice is hesitant, and more so on the meek side, as he tries to pretend whatever she just witnessed didn’t happen, “uh, you okay?” not the best thing to say in the situation, but nonetheless the idiotic sounding words slipped from his lips.

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stuck//dahee&hyunwoo

fingers danced on the soundboard's table, mind and thoughts are as completely quiet as the empty studio he sits in. he was stuck. he didn’t want to admit it, was way too prideful in himself to admit it, but he was stuck and he needed all the help he could get. 

dark hues flickered to the analog clock hung on the wall and it seems as though not a single hand had been moved since he had last checked. a soft, yet agitated, groan escapes his mouth and his head is thrown back in nothing else but displeasure.

he was lost on where to go with this piece. he’s been in this spot before, way too many times, it should have been familiar by now, yet he still found it so tedious and aggravating. this wasn’t catchy enough, the transitions between verses weren’t smooth enough, the emotion didn’t match the lyrics enough, it wasn’t good enough. whether to up the tempo and completely change the style of the song or whether to completely trash it and start over were his choices. hyunwoo was never easily satisfied, always craved more, always desired to only make the best, only believed in the finest. hyunwoo never the type to do half-assed jobs and he wasn’t gonna start doing them now.

he couldn’t choose. it was missing too many things.  

but the debate ends when the sound of the door creaking open and a voice brings him out from his stir, eyelashes fluttering rapidly with his blinks as he does his best to conceal the fact that he had completely zoned out for the last few minutes. a glance to the side confirms a familiarity along with a bout of confusion. 

[ikxhyunwoo]

sickness//miyeon&hyunwoo

miyeon’s text mentioning she wouldn’t be at the studio today because of a fever took hyunwoo by surprise and worry. neither of which were about the upcoming album being complete, but rather for her wellbeing. which is why he immediately replied with a text saying he was coming over. though the girl played a crucial part in what they were working on, he’d rather have her rest. whether she agreed to the idea or insisted for him to stay away because she didn’t want him to get sick- it didn’t matter to the male. he was far too persistent.

they met through the studio, the two’s friendship tied in with their work relationship, and the male admired the younger for her amazing creativity when it came to lyrics- sometimes even placing a bit of envy on her for the imagination she was able to muster up at the times he couldn’t. they’d grown close through their passions, although her love for writing seemed to be self found while his was more founded for him by others. nonetheless, it was something they  both had shared starting from when they were young. 

hyunwoo enjoyed seeing the way miyeon so simply, yet naturally, lighted up and remained so radiant and energetic and fully committed to the work they did together. it somehow made even the slowest days behind the soundboard seem a little faster. 

knuckles knocked a few times on the door, other hand waiting by his side and holding a plastic bag that carried a container of soup and some other foods he got for pickup from some family restaurant on the way. a hum coming from his lips, and a tap of his foot on the floor, as shifty eyes looked around, awkwardly observing the surroundings to the other’s home. he waited.