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@lgcminki
hi everyone ❤️ this is my desperate starter call. please like this post if you’d like a starter from minki 🙏 he’s in desperate need of some fresh new threads! some of these may be related to the apateu event 👁️ we’ll see how future velvet feels…
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sudden darkness.
it’s nothing new for minki to stay back in the company building for longer than planned. sure, he doesn’t exactly have to use the usual rooms to rehearse and get off some steam—plus the seventh floor is now dedicated to USGEN affiliated groups—but he still likes to use the ones that he spent years training. it’s getting quite late into the night though, time passing by within the blink of an eye. he’s a little surprised when the door opens up and @lgcakio comes in, but he smiles at the other boy regardless.
“sorry! were you planning on using the room? i lost track of time and suddenly already dark,” minki says, slowly collecting the few things he has scattered around and placing them in the bag. as he’s about to stand up though, suddenly the lights are shut off — truly enveloping the two of them in the darkness.
“huh? so suddenly?” minki blinks, looking around as he’s starting to adjust his eyes. “did you happen to accidentally flip the switch?” the last thing the two of them need is a blackout. of all things…!
holiday agenda.
while it’s still some time ahead, with how busy things have been going, minki can’t help but start imagining the break they will be having ahead. four days is a lot, what with their current schedule, he can’t even begin to figure out what he’ll do. obviously, he’ll spend time with his sister—but doing what? going where? other than a buffet, surely there are other more exciting activities he can do.
finishing up his skincare, of which are recommended by the staff, make-up artists and dermatologists he has been able to meet—still in his pjs and a bunny-shaped headband sitting quaintly on his forehead—he poses @lgcsaem with a question. “what do you kids like to do nowadays?”
granted, minki isn’t even that old—but he always feels like a dinosaur when it comes to interact with misaki, specifically. “my sister… she’s like, the skateboarding kind of gal. i feel like my ideas for outings would just bore her. you’d probably think of something more fun. any suggestion?” he questions.
hi everyone ❤️ this is my desperate starter call. please like this post if you’d like a starter from minki 🙏 he’s in desperate need of some fresh new threads! some of these may be related to the apateu event 👁️ we’ll see how future velvet feels…
bumping before i get started on these!
CHUSEOK 2K25 !
chuseok is a rather difficult time of year. it’s not the worse, of course—if anything it’s nice to have a break after the many months of working hard promoting his group and their album. minki doesn’t regret being a part of MZSD, nor does he think his job is too much. he enjoys everything, he’s happy to have reached a point in his life where he can do what he loves for a living. still, he does appreciate the occasional vacation here and there, especially with his increasingly busy schedules. a lot has changed since their debut though, which is crazy because it doesn’t feel like it has been that long ago either.
regardless, minki doesn’t exactly have a concrete plan for chuseok. he should probably come home, it feels like it has been way too long since he last visited his childhood home. he’s not sure whether he wants to meet the man who resides within though, his relationship with his father hasn’t gotten any better. minki is still burdened with sending a check every month now that he’s working as an idol, but that isn’t anything new. even when minki was juggling several jobs at once, most of his wage ends up in his dad’s pocket anyway. the only difference now is that he has a lot more freedom in that regard, which he appreciates.
minki does make plans to visit his sister though, the only family that still matters to him. take her out for a skateboard run, even though he knows there’s a high likelihood he’ll mess up and just flop onto the ground like an idiot. he hasn’t been dragged into her adventurous outings in a while—truth be told, he really missed it.
it’d be nice to have a meal with her afterwards, and they can visit their mum at the graveyard together. it’s a simple way to celebrate chuseok, but it’s more than enough to keep him happy.
…but one of these days, he should really face his dad.
all things considered, it was a fun experience, albeit a little stressful whenever the mean voice in minki’s head would tell him about how the chocolates he’ll make will contribute to some sort of food poisoning panic. that’s highly unrealistic at the end of the day, but it is a thought in the back of his head.
“i do wish we had more time with the chocolatier too,” minki sighs, agreeing with the other boy. “it feels like i’m stepping into a lion’s den with no guidance,” he whispers under his breath, hoping his lack of confidence can only be heard by haneul and no one else. “what did you end up picking, by the way?” minki questions, curious to see what someone else would choose. “i felt like my pick is kind of boring, to he honest. i was just playing it safe.”
minki hums, considering haneul’s question. “that’s true, we should treat ourselves to our own chocolates, right?” a laugh comes out of him. “or do we have to sneak them out ourselves?”
"I wish I had your restraint, hyung," Haneul says with a soft chuckle. "Unlike you who played it safe, I fear I headed for the opposite direction and gave the chocolatier a bit of a challenge to make things work together." Haneul has watched too many cooking shows and has played too many chocolate-related games as a kid or a stressed out high school student, so his imagination has gone wild in terms of wanting to see which flavors work together.
Haneul and the chocolatier had gone back and forth, trying to figure out how to make something edible while still satisfying Haneul's desire to come up with something far from basic. "I ended up with a milk tea-flavored chocolate, based on my stories of getting milk tea as a college student and inspired by a Taiwan trip where I first tried it. I might have also asked to incorporate the brown sugar tapioca pearls if they could... and make look like a sky just for fun. I'm not sure how much of my wishes came true."
When the photographer says nothing, Haneul shrugs. "I guess we can? Without looking at the labels, let's try guessing which one is which member's?" Haneul hadn't seen what the others have done, so this should be a fun exercise.
“i think there are pros and cons to having my sort of restraint,” minki admits, though he feels like he’s just saying things now. makes himself sound wise even though most of the time he’s a fumbling mess who doesn’t know what he’s doing. it helps that he has a calm tone that makes him seem more reliable than usual.
regardless, he is actually interested in what haneul has to say—minki wonders what haneul decided to create this time around. “oh come on, i’m sure the chocolatier was up for the challenge! besides, you’ll make it much more adventurous too… especially for the tongues of our fans.” the most surprising chocolate flavour he came across was spicy chocolate.
“tapioca pearls?” minki repeats, head tilted slightly. “i think that’s a good idea though… chocolate is usually sweet, so it’d make the taste more balanced?” he hums. “i’m curious now! sneak me a taste of your chocolate later.” he whispers to the other boy.
“hmm… you can probably guess which one is mine. the most boring one,” minki laughs.
minki thinks it’s kind of ironic, that iseul is teaching him all about what he should do once he debuts, fanservice that he’s supposed to perform. surely there’s a proper class all about this—there is, but minki isn’t exactly the model student when it comes to the material. besides, having to practice all this in a professional setting has been rather… awkward. so it’s nice, having someone he deems close to helping out.
“you really have all this figured out, don’t you?” minki isn’t all too surprised, it’s iseul after all—whatever that means. “you have all this down and ready once you debut. from there, you can probably steal our fans just from fanservice alone.” he jokes, but there’s some truth to that. not that he’s complaining.
he thinks iseul is basically already a good enough idol for the future, hoping that his friend would get the opportunity he so clearly deserves later down the road.
“i’ll sign a bunch—but you should keep one for yourself, or i’d feel offended and stop signing anything that you give me,” he nudges iseul with an elbow, followed by a laugh. “i do wonder how high the market would go for a signed photocard though.” what a mystery.
and then iseul calls him cute—an unexpected compliment. “really? that’s the first i’ve heard of it. i don’t usually get people calling me cute these days!” he did have some sort of growth spurt and started hitting the gym more often. that changes people’s perspectives.
“okay, you’re the only one who gets to see these spoilers though. so don’t share with anyone else!” he warns, wagging a finger in front of iseul.
"why do you think i've been posting the way i have on instagram?" he points out, laughing a little. they had a conversation once, ages ago, about the pick up lines he used in the captions of his instagram posts. he hopes one day that he'll be allowed to post as much as he wants, and won't be limited to just posting on the company instagram that's mandated for trainees. actually, it would probably be nice to have his own official one one day but that's neither here nor there right now.
rolling his eyes, iseul shakes his head and takes the phone back from minki to swipe through the pictures the other has taken so far, humming a little as he looks them over. he's taking this class as seriously as he can, considering he's with one of his best friends and really, they're mostly just fooling around under the guise of a 'master class'.
"i don't think it'll be that easy to steal your fans," he says, amused at the thought. "i'm sure you'll have some super loyal ones that won't be swayed," he says, mostly serious before he casts a glance at his friend. "like me. i'm fan club president, of course."
it amuses him though, when minki says that he doesn't get called cute often, considering iseul thinks his friend's personality is the epitome of cute. he guesses not everyone is as privy to this information as he is.
he lets out a laugh, pursing his lips and resting his chin on his fist in a mock thinking pose. "aaaaand ... what will happen if i leak this information?"
“to gain the hearts of fans earlier into the game?” minki questions, but he also has a feeling it’s also because that’s how iseul’s personality is like on default too. “you still haven’t exposed me to a pick-up line that worked on me, by the way. the last time you tried all it did was make me happy. nothing got me flustered yet!” honestly, minki can’t remember the last time he was properly flustered in that sense though. he always found himself too busy… or dense… to think about it.
minki raises an eyebrow, as if questioning iseul’s bold statement of being the fanclub president. “then i guess this session is also special treatment for you, as my fanclub president.” he finds the notion hilarious, really. “so you’re saying you’re never going to look at the other members? hm, i find that kind of hard to believe…” he’s saying all this in jest, of course. he would never dictate his placement on iseul’s tier list.
he pretends to be shocked, hand over his mouth, as iseul implies the possibility that the other boy would leak this information. “you’ve broken my trust… you’ll have to demote yourself from your position. you can’t be president anymore!”
minki lets out a dramatic sigh. “if these photos somehow end up with dispatch, i’ll know it was you!”
MZSD VLOG !
it’s not the first time minki picked up the camera to film himself talk about things that may not matter to anyone outside himself and him alone, but it’s not something he’s getting used to either. at least now he kind of knows what he’s doing, setting up the camera in the middle so that he’s properly in frame. just like usual, when he turns on the camera he smiles and greets it like he’s greeting his fans face-to-face. in a way, that description isn’t too far off from reality. he can’t imagine anyone else but fans watching this video of him anyway.
“hi guys! uhhh… i kind of forgot when this vlog will be released exactly,” minki admits, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “so you might have already seen what i’m performing before this video is released. which is good! i don’t want to spoil you or anything. although i guess even if i did accidentally film something i’m not supposed to, the staff and editors would just cut this entire part out and replace it with me shopping for my sister.”
realizing that he already started rambling before he even began doing anything, which he often does, he laughs. “sorry, you’re not here for my over-explanation. today, i’m practicing my solo stage!”
minki lifts up his hands, revealing his tied wrists. he wonders whether this counts as fanservice. “can you guess what i’ll be performing with this hint alone?” he questions the camera and actually waits for an answer as if it’ll come.
“don’t worry! even if you can’t i’ll show you today!” with that, minki nods at the camera, gives a small wink, and takes a few steps back to begin rehearsing.
minki never really knows what sort of content he should be putting out there when it comes to vlogging, but he figures this would suffice. it’s things like this, the behind-the-scenes of his performances, that he wants to show to the fans. a look into what he’s like offstage, particularly when practicing, and all the hard work put into the performance. not just from him, but from everyone involved like the choreographers and staff too.
designing again…?
minki wouldn’t call himself much of a designer. it’s kind of obvious in his gaming set-up—or lack thereof. it doesn’t help that he used to juggle between a billion jobs and has barely any time to actually dedicate himself to the games—but maybe if he was more of a gamer he’d know how to design things like his microphone and in-ear monitor, since he’d try not to get boring mics or his sister would make fun of him.
he wants to tell the staff to just do whatever they want, but then it wouldn’t exactly be personalized now would it?
“a bit of shaping to make our face look a little more round? make us look youthful. do i look old though?” okay, now that’s just him criticizing himself—he’s mostly joking though, he knows he doesn’t actually look that far apart in age with the others or anything. still, sometimes he wonders whether he’d visually fit the energetic and youthful concept that he thinks is being marketed currently.
honestly, minki doesn’t actually know whether that’s the proper theme going forward—things like that mostly fly over his head—he’s just glad he hadn’t been typecasted to a fratboy-esque boy group right now.
“i know right? who would’ve known i’d start becoming a little more creative with merch upon debuting. it’s probably because i surround myself with lots of dolls.” minki laughs, that hasn’t changed at all. his bed is still decorated similarly to when he was a trainee. “we should bring this up to the marketing team! we’ll make it worth their while. prepare presentations and everything.”
"eh? old?" jasper looks over at minki with a bit of surprise, before shaking his head. "aish, of course you don't look old. old isn't the world i don't think." he tilts his head in thought for a long moment, trying to think before he sighs. "i don't know what word is, but i know that's not it. perhaps something in between boyish and manish." jasper offers a soft nod. "perhaps just what they were going for."
at least physically, he knows they're all around the same and look close enough. somewhere between boy and man, and really, jasper liked that. it was something unique and while he could have been placed in one of the more 'mature' groups... there was no place he'd rather be.
"ah you know how fans somehow create dolls for idols? i think that would be cool." he's grinning now at the thought of them. "you could add it to your collection. but really, a presentation wouldn't be a bad idea. what would yours be exactly, though?"
“boyish and manish, huh. interesting choice of words.” minki laughs, shrugging although he agrees. maybe that’s what the concept makers saw in him—all that energy in one muscular body. as long as he looks the part. he chuckles at the image though. “this may be way later into the future, but do you think they’d pivot our image once we have solo schedules?” he’s talking optimistic, hoping for more in the future.
“would it be weird, collecting dolls of myself? i know we essentially get a free one for ourselves, usually we bring them to concerts and stuff, but seriously collecting merch of myself makes me sound like a narcissist… right?” or maybe he’s overthinking it.
“maybe a… deer? with abs drawn on them. not realistic looking abs… abs like they’re just drawn on with lines. make it meme-worthy. fans love it when it’s meme-worthy, don’t they?” he hums. “little balloons of our muscular mascots?”
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no matter how busy their schedule gets; no matter how early they have to wake up (or how late they have to stay awake until); yura will never be ungrateful for the opportunities she gets. even if it's tiring and exhausting as hell, she'll always be thankful that she--and crystallis--are wanted enough to warrant these filled days. to her, it's a sign that they're doing well; that someone has expectations of them - and yura is more than happy to meet it, if not go beyond and prove their worth and talent.
however, it goes without saying that the busier they are, the less down time they have for their hobbies or meaningful relaxation and resting. which also means, they have less time to meet up with friends or family, especially when there's very different schedules to be considered as well so when yura manages to find a chance to catch up with someone she cares about, she takes it-- and minki is definitely someone who belongs to that category.
"why are you apologizing? i'm the one who agreed to meet up," yura laughs, shaking her head as if to wave away the apology the other didn't need to make. "if i was really busy, i would've told you." what she doesn't mention is she probably would've made time to see minki anyways, even if she was that occupied. as much as she's tried to be more open and forthcoming, old habits die hard.
"but thank you! i'm glad someone believed in me from long ago," she grins, truly thankful and appreciative of the other. yura knows she can be pretty strict and relentless in the practice rooms (maybe even ruthless and borderline intense if you ask certain people) so she was no different the times she would mentor at her old dance academy; however, she understood that her attitude may have soured some people's opinion about her teaching style--or herself in general.
she doesn't miss what minki means when he says 'us', though, which causes her smile to falter just a bit. although she's doesn't know the full situation (as the busier she got, the less time she could spend at the academy and thus, the less plugged in she became; in fact, sometimes she's not even up to date on the going-on's within legacy), yura does know the gist based on what she's heard from others; gossip always travelled fast in these circles, after all.
"kind of," she ends up answering, albeit slowly, considering how to reply. yura only knew of the passing itself and how close the young dancer was to minki but nothing more; she supposes that's enough to connect the dots and assume the rest but she also didn't want to prod unnecessarily if the other wasn't ready to and above all - she was just terrible at handling delicate situations.
"i don't know if it's the right thing to say but i'm so sorry about what happened..." she's slightly frowning now, sad that such a thing ever occurred and even more so that it affected someone she cares about. "i won't ask if you're okay but how are you holding up? can i do anything to help? i hope you know that if you ever need anything, you don't have to hesitate about asking me."
minki feels a little bad for coming up to yura like this. after all, he should be more happy about the news—the fact that he’s debuting, that he’s finally realizing his dreams. all that jazz, and more. he can’t help but feel that it isn’t fair though, that there should be someone else by his side. instead, he’s doing this on his own, without someone he used to call his partner. dreams of debuting together long gone, no point in wishing for a ghost to come back to life.
“oh, don’t worry too much about it!” a laugh comes out of him, a little bit awkward. it’s the type of situation where he shouldn’t even be laughing, but he can’t help it. honestly, minki never knows how to react when the subject is being brought up. it’s hard, not knowing what to do in the face of this situation, which is why he hasn’t been able to talk about it all that much either. not to mention he doesn’t know who to talk to it about.
of course, saying that yura shouldn’t worry would only bring about the opposite effect. if anything, it gives yura more reason to worry in turn, despite minki not wanting her to. he believes she has enough on her plate already as a busy senior idol, not to mention her admirable work ethic and current schedule. he shouldn’t be taking too much of her time, but he does miss her, in general. maybe he just wishes circumstances were slightly less daunting on his end, so they could have a lighthearted conversation.
he does try to keep it lighthearted, somewhat. “thank you though, noona.” he tries saying, smiling softly, not knowing how to approach the subject. “i think… i don’t know, i just wonder how different things would be if he was still… around, maybe we could have debuted together. we always talked about being on the same group when it’s our time to debut, but i think you’ve heard us talk about that during our breaks way back then. you probably told us to hurry up and get back to rehearsing too.” he remembers the memory a little more fondly now, even though it still makes him chest feel weird.
“oh, i wasn’t even sure if i was allowed to tell you about that…” he mumbles, not knowing how much about NKND he was allowed to say to someone who isn’t that involved, but surely there have been talks about a recently started project being started that’s related to debuting a new boy group.
“i think i should be excited, but i’m not sure how to be,” he admits, another laugh escaping him. “sorry again… i guess i started rambling a bit.”
“really? okay, well… since i know you’ll be collecting, i should do my best now.” minki plays along, as usual. then again, he always had trouble saying no in general. it’s even more difficult when it’s iseul. sometimes he does want to see what happens when something doesn’t go iseul’s way, if iseul will try to fight for it or if he’d pout—but he should save that for later. definitely not when it comes to the art of posing for photocards.
minki blinks though, when iseul mentions putting a photocard on the back of his phone. “oh, right, that’s a thing,” minki says, sounding like he’s kind of impressed. “does that mean you’d be carrying me everywhere?” that’d be a little amusing. “i heard there’s cute photocard holders out there that you can put me in.” he has seen a few designs, some of them strapped onto the bags of a few trainees in legacy.
as iseul delivers his review, minki listens diligently. there’s no point if he doesn’t take this seriously after all. “i didn’t realize my hand was shaking that much.” instead of trying again with the camera, minki turns to iseul and poses exactly as iseul has instructed, puffing out his cheek a little more this time. he stays like that for a while, giving iseul a moment to asses, before he relaxes his face muscles.
“what about like that? was that good enough?” minki asks. “i wish someone else could just hold the camera, maybe it’d be easier. but i guess that makes it a lot less personal? i’m not sure,” minki hums. “hey, doesn’t this mean you’re getting free spoilers to my future photocards? that sounds kind of special.”
"yeah, i'll start taking pictures of your photocard with the food i eat and stuff," he says, sounding very amused though honestly? he would totally do it for the bit. it would be even funnier if someone saw him doing it once he's debuted, but that's still just a pipe dream.
for now, he'll just amuse himself by being minki's tutor in all things idol.
he laughs a little, and he thinks he would do that anyway. "would you sign a photocard for me?" iseul asks, eyes bright with laughter and he looks very pleased with himself. "i won't sell it i swear," he adds after a moment, playful and teasing but he's always been this way with minki. maybe more so because it's minki but that's not something he wants to look into right now.
he makes a soft sound and he glances at minki, watching the other as he pulls up the pose that he had told him to do.
oh.
why is he cute.
iseul has to take a moment to shake him out of the stupor that had settled over him before he can answer. "yeah i think that works," he nods, very seriously considering the other's expression. he tilts his head and holds up his fingers to form a makeshift camera, closing one eye to look at minki's face.
"i mean ... as your coach, i think i deserve the spoilers," he grins, playful and teasing. "since i'm not charging you for my services, you know?"
minki thinks it’s kind of ironic, that iseul is teaching him all about what he should do once he debuts, fanservice that he’s supposed to perform. surely there’s a proper class all about this—there is, but minki isn’t exactly the model student when it comes to the material. besides, having to practice all this in a professional setting has been rather… awkward. so it’s nice, having someone he deems close to helping out.
“you really have all this figured out, don’t you?” minki isn’t all too surprised, it’s iseul after all—whatever that means. “you have all this down and ready once you debut. from there, you can probably steal our fans just from fanservice alone.” he jokes, but there’s some truth to that. not that he’s complaining.
he thinks iseul is basically already a good enough idol for the future, hoping that his friend would get the opportunity he so clearly deserves later down the road.
“i’ll sign a bunch—but you should keep one for yourself, or i’d feel offended and stop signing anything that you give me,” he nudges iseul with an elbow, followed by a laugh. “i do wonder how high the market would go for a signed photocard though.” what a mystery.
and then iseul calls him cute—an unexpected compliment. “really? that’s the first i’ve heard of it. i don’t usually get people calling me cute these days!” he did have some sort of growth spurt and started hitting the gym more often. that changes people’s perspectives.
“okay, you’re the only one who gets to see these spoilers though. so don’t share with anyone else!” he warns, wagging a finger in front of iseul.
there was a time some years ago when minki could’ve pulled this off. sadly, that’s all the way in the past—there’s no going back now. not that minki regrets it, but he does know this ‘concept’ would fit him a lot of better if he hadn’t spent hours in the gym. that isn’t to say jocks can’t be cute—no one should adhere to just one genre or concept—but minki struggles to find that within himself. the most he can do is pout, or maybe wink. would that look cute now?
minki isn’t offended when jasper ends up laughing too, he takes it in stride—he laughed at himself, after all. “i need our younger members to teach me again! i know we aren’t supposed to… aegyo on camera for a photoshoot or anything. but still, makes you wonder how they’ll pose us to look cuter than we naturally are, huh?” minki isn’t exactly the model type of idol, so this is another whole new world he’s stepping into bit-by-bit.
“maybe if they just don’t pan the camera down, our faces would be enough for cute,” minki suggest, but knows that won’t happen. “it’d be funny though, if our mascots did end up like that. you know, small cute animal heads with big muscular bodies. i personally think it would be a hit.”
there's the tiniest twinge of wonder, curious as to how he'd feel if he hadn't found love in the weights. one thing was for sure-- he was definitely different from a year ago. his mother had told him he didn't even really look like the same person. whether that was due to losing his baby fat, or the gym(or both) was forever a mystery. now though, he looks at some of the other members and offers a wistful sigh. at least he had age on his side in a way. maybe his face could pull it off.
he just hopes the stylists won't have to work too hard on everything. the last thing he wanted was to make unnecessary work! so he glances down at himself, curious about it all himself. "maybe some blush or something, too?" he offers with a goofy grin. "just a bit of shaping."
then the camera comment has his head tilting back in laughter, agreeing with that whole heartedly. "oh definitely." but then he's tilting his head. "we should bring it up next meeting. cute little faces with killer abs. they'd have a field day with that one i'm sure."
“a bit of shaping to make our face look a little more round? make us look youthful. do i look old though?” okay, now that’s just him criticizing himself—he’s mostly joking though, he knows he doesn’t actually look that far apart in age with the others or anything. still, sometimes he wonders whether he’d visually fit the energetic and youthful concept that he thinks is being marketed currently.
honestly, minki doesn’t actually know whether that’s the proper theme going forward—things like that mostly fly over his head—he’s just glad he hadn’t been typecasted to a fratboy-esque boy group right now.
“i know right? who would’ve known i’d start becoming a little more creative with merch upon debuting. it’s probably because i surround myself with lots of dolls.” minki laughs, that hasn’t changed at all. his bed is still decorated similarly to when he was a trainee. “we should bring this up to the marketing team! we’ll make it worth their while. prepare presentations and everything.”
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he bursts into his shared studio with minki in pure excitement, there's a sort of adrenaline that's running through him that he can't quite place his finger on. "hyung," he says, and he wastes no time climbing onto their sofa, placing his phone right in front of the older boy's face. "have you read this?"
the article titled MZSD DEBUT is bright against his phone screen and wenjun thinks he sounds a little giddy, a little dazed. "this makes it feel even more official," he says in wonderment, he passes minki his phone, not worrying too much about what exactly his teammate might find there.
here, he feels a little at ease, he feels a little more like he can breathe. he rests his body against the sofa and his smile is wide. "this is crazy, isn't it?" clearly, wenjun's been practicing his korean, with the way the words leave his lips at a rapid speed. "i was going to read the comments myself, but i'm a little nervous. i know how netizens can be but... i want to know what they think of us," he admits.
there’s no time to waste—even though their debut has finally come along, minki knows this is only the beginning of a long road ahead. no matter what happens, it’s crucial that he doesn’t slack off. there’s already another schedule ahead, rookie idols who have just debuted come with the burden of needing to prove their worth.
minki stays in the studio, it’s basically like a second home to him at this point after very minor adjustments ( like adding a few little trinkets here and there ). it’d be easy for any mzsd member to find him there should they need him, this time the person who comes barging in is wenjun.
he looks at wenjun’s screen with a smile. despite everything that has happened so far, minki hasn’t been able to truly celebrate the moment—the fact that he has debuted. “wow, we really made it, didn’t we wenjun?” minki’s smile widens, raising a hand as if signaling for the other boy to high-five him.
“let’s read some of these together then!” minki makes himself comfortable on one of the chairs, dragging another closer to him. “hm, let’s see… ‘they seem high energy, good for them.’ is that a compliment?”
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"for you? maybe," he says, trying to keep his facial expression and tone of voice as neutral as possible. it's kind of a funny thought, though iseul admits he's kind of considering it. he doesn't really collect any photocards, if he's honest, though he does like to get the cafe drinks on his friends' birthdays specifically. and he's also gone out of his way to buy the funnier photocards he's seen online when it's haru's or yushin's but he hasn't really collected any.
will he become a collector for minki photocards?
possibly.
he doesn't really want to look into why he might do that though.
"maybe if you have a really legendary photocard i can put it in the back of my phone," iseul jokes, referring the to trend of kpop fans putting photocards in the back of their clear phone cases. he might get in trouble for it, but he would do it for the bit if he ever debuted.
he watches his friend take the selfies he had asked for, nodding seriously and he takes the phone afterwards. "see, these two are blurry," he comments, showing them to minki. "you might need to be a bit steadier when you take the picture. i like the cheek poking one though ... you could maybe puff out your cheeks for one? or pout, those are always super popular."
“really? okay, well… since i know you’ll be collecting, i should do my best now.” minki plays along, as usual. then again, he always had trouble saying no in general. it’s even more difficult when it’s iseul. sometimes he does want to see what happens when something doesn’t go iseul’s way, if iseul will try to fight for it or if he’d pout—but he should save that for later. definitely not when it comes to the art of posing for photocards.
minki blinks though, when iseul mentions putting a photocard on the back of his phone. “oh, right, that’s a thing,” minki says, sounding like he’s kind of impressed. “does that mean you’d be carrying me everywhere?” that’d be a little amusing. “i heard there’s cute photocard holders out there that you can put me in.” he has seen a few designs, some of them strapped onto the bags of a few trainees in legacy.
as iseul delivers his review, minki listens diligently. there’s no point if he doesn’t take this seriously after all. “i didn’t realize my hand was shaking that much.” instead of trying again with the camera, minki turns to iseul and poses exactly as iseul has instructed, puffing out his cheek a little more this time. he stays like that for a while, giving iseul a moment to asses, before he relaxes his face muscles.
“what about like that? was that good enough?” minki asks. “i wish someone else could just hold the camera, maybe it’d be easier. but i guess that makes it a lot less personal? i’m not sure,” minki hums. “hey, doesn’t this mean you’re getting free spoilers to my future photocards? that sounds kind of special.”
