𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 / 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 *

park miru. lgc model.

[lgcmiru]

TRACKER ( 박미르 ) ( 05/ '23 ) Q2 ⋆

events

nova iuventa ( 4/? ) –– @lgcminkyu , @lgcminseo , @lgcmiyu , @hyunsoolgc

nova iuventa bonus solo: complete !

non-event threads

a vanishing act @lgctaeha

high society @lgcsunhwa

same same @lgcminkyu

young love @lgchyoseop

teddy bear @lgcsian

sour grapes @lgcsaem

three's company @lgcsaem @lgcminkyu

kid disliker @lgcsori

[lgcmiru]

miruwu just posted a photo!

summer time means i turn one year older... happy gemini szn! 💛

[lgcmiyu]

"i don't envy them either," she agrees with the model. though miyu's becoming more and more comfortable with a camera in her face, she's still doesn't feel confident in her role as phone girl. even though her character doesn't say much, she's worried about how she's able to convey emotions and portray someone else.

the dancer's face flushes at miru's sudden question. "well," she trails off, eyes shifting to the floor. "not really, no." her entire life she'd focused on nothing but her future, leaving no room for relationships. now, the future is here, and she's still lacking in the romance department.

"i don't have any real life experience to relate to this. i've never dated, between training and school, i just never found the time. or the right person," miyu confesses. "it's not an issue of trying to pretend i have feelings for a girl, it's more of an issue of i don't know how to pretend to have feelings for someone, because i've never had feelings for anyone at all, really," she hopes that the other won't judge her for that.

"nervous, but mostly excited," she says, answering his question. "i've been preparing so long for this, i just want everything to be perfect."

[lgcmiru]

"really?" miru says quite surprised. he supposes he forgets that not everyone has the same maxed out punch card that he does. his experience with relationships hasn't been great or even good but he supposes he's not been lost for love along the way, even if it always ended before it could begin or with deeply set scars that still haven't healed most of the way. "that's not a bad thing," he says.

"i don't think... there's a standard, honestly," miru says with a shrug. "you've never had a crush on someone?" he wonders again finally before smiling to himself. "i guess that could be considered a fraction of love, definitely attraction. that's the fun part, it doesn't even have to be someone you know."

"what are you nervous for the most?" miru wonders, mostly wanting to compare it to his own, smaller scale debut. "isn't it kind of weird knowing there are like millions of people out there who suddenly know your name?" miru says. "i feel like... even just the amount of people suddenly following me on instagram is surreal. i can't imagine how you feel."

[lgcmedia]

@LGCENT JUST POSTED A PHOTO!

2023.06.06

happy 24th birthday, park miru!

#lgctrainees #lgcent #parkmiru #lgcbirthday

[lgcmiru]

outgoing message 💌  — m💔

happy birthday austin, texas

my miwu 💗💗💗

no, but fr

you’re like my most favourite person in the world

not a day goes by where i’m not thankful for your existence in this shitty world

thank you for staying by my side all these years

hope twenty five is kind to you

we’ll go out sometime soon when i’m w reality again

promise

i love you, miru 💗

happy birthday 💗💗

@lgcsian

( outgoing ; prettiest bffie 💋  )

⤻ oh thank you, texas austin ⤻ te quiero mucho….. beso me pls gracias 😘😳 ⤻ i’m thankful for you too ⤻ we should go out tonight 🥺😢 i miss you ⤻ i love love love love you sian ⤻ you’re my best girl always 🥰💗

[hwanswerland]

random Seonghwa gifs [8/?]

[lgcmiru]

h-hi... a widdle announcement: i am changing miru's faceclaim from choi chanhee to park seonghwa. i don't wanna go into super detail about why on the dash but if you're curious, i'll be happy to answer questions on discord. the only thing that changes is his birthday which is changing from 99 to 98!

[lgcmiru]

lgctaeha

"I look terrible, Miru," she wails from her bunk, phone in one hand and a brow-destroying weapon in the other. "I mess up like this all the time! I don't even know how it happened - I sneezed, and then it just..." she trails off, her cries muffled by her axolotl plushie. Eventually, she manages to regain some composure, sitting up while covering the right side of her face. "Please, just don't laugh, okay?" With a shaky breath, she drops her hand, revealing the remnants of her brow. "I keep trying to fix it and I'm only making it worse."

miru is taking the time home alone to work on his skincare, which has had a much needed improvement coming from the skilled hands of sunhwa. she's recommended many products for him, now he just has to find the time to use them, and by time he means motivation. being blessed with good skin isn't enough, she would say, so here he is using a serum or whatever it is and trying to avoid eye wrinkles. if anyone looked to close, they'd be able to tell he's in his mid twenties and that is a problem.

he's washing his face when his phone rings and he answers it to find a sobbing taeha. he pretends like this isn't a crisis and continues to wash his face. "alright," he says pushing water into his face and drying off with a towel. "it can't be that bad." he's reaching for the hair oil and dumping a bunch into the palm of his hand. he quickly moves it in his hair before picking up his phone and putting the screen closer to his face before her reveal. this he wants to see.

"oh," miru says once her hand is gone. "oh my." taeha's eyebrow is not salvageable, all his time in drag and doing makeup makes him at least somewhat knowledgeable in that fact. "i mean," miru trails off, stifling a laugh that wants to come up like throw up. "who needs eyebrows, right? how did you even manage to do that?" he pauses, shrugging and going back to his skin care. "i mean maybe you can just... draw it on or something. they have those eyebrow things too. the dolls use those a lot."

[lgcmiru]

lgcsian

“i’m not.” she lies as he presses a gentle kiss to her cheek— attentive and sweet, but friendly for the two of them. and by no means romantic. “i’m just—” sian pauses before shrugging, knowing there was a long list of adjectives that couldn’t begin to explain how or what she was feeling or thinking right now. “i could go some fries. sure thing.” miru takes sian by the hand and she goes with him willingly, following the older male as she had done many years ago. 

miru keeps her close, pulling her into his side as they walk. he doesn't exactly know the best way to give sian any comfort. sometimes, he thinks, a pep talk or any other traditional way of cheering someone up, might just end up feeling disingenuous to sian. she's the type, he's come to learn, who appreciates being left alone. but in this case, miru doesn't want to leave her in her anger.

the least he can do is try to cheer her up with food, food that reminds her of home maybe, reminds her of a time when she wasn't a stressed out trainee waiting for debut at the hands of a callous entertainment label. he didn't particularly love that legacy was keeping a such short leash on their trainees, punishing them and putting them in time out like children. but it was the way it worked and he supposes they just have to be better assets, no matter how much they want to express their opinions brashly.

once they find a good place to eat, miru sets them down at a booth and orders many, many fries, some cheeseburgers and a couple of cokes to wash it all down. after a few minutes of quiet contemplation while eating the fries off of the plastic tray, he looks up at her and reaches for her hands after wiping his free from grease. "you know, i love you, right? i'm sorry things didn't work out like they were supposed to." he pauses and gives her a sad smile. "what are you thinking right now?"

[lgcmiru]

lgchyoseop

the taxi arrives quicker than he’d expected, but he will not complaining, because currently his stomach is filled with butterflies at the thought of finally being alone with miru. he opens the car door for miru with a smile “you first”. he follows the other into the taxi and gives the driver the address. “anything special you want to eat when we arrive? i can cook or we could order something” he places a hand on miru’s thigh, giving the other a smile.

miru laughs again, reveling in the overly sweet condition of hyoseop's words. "well, you can anytime," he says with a sigh. "take pictures or see me face to face. which ever you'd like." miru wonders how someone can be so kind and maybe it's just his experience with the world, but he's not used to how hyoseop treats him. even his friends don't treat him this kindly, often times too busy with rebuttals from his constant habit of poking and prodding.

finally the taxi arrives and he follows hyoseop inside the cab of the car, sitting comfortably next to him and looking out the window as they go speeding along to hyoseop's dad's house. he looks over to him when he asks miru a question. miru pauses to think. "um, i'm not picky," miru says with a small shake to his head. "i could eat anything. so whatever you decide is fine with me."

his thoughts are cut short to the hand on his thigh and his heart races a little faster than before. he wants to ask how far his dad's place is but doesn't want to seem manic or desperate, either sound like a direct turn off, so he only returns the smile, eyelashes fluttering as he looks to hyoseop. "what does your dad do that he's gone all the time?" miru wonders, trying to focus on keeping his heart at easier pace.

[lgcmiru]

hyunsoolgc

A frown spreads across his lips; albeit, it is more akin to a pout than anything. "How are you... enjoying the rehearsals so far, um... Miru?" Hyunsoo's attempt to mitigate the awkward cadence around those he did not know well did little to help him. He still manages to come across rather stilted, tone even apart from the occasional stumble and unintentional pause.

"then why aren't you wearing your glasses?" miru wonders, laughing a little. his arm is curled around his skateboard, making his stance appear in an awfully effeminate way, not that it ever isn't. he sighs, moving to sit next to hyunsoo, sitting a little distance from him but keeping his gaze on the other. "is this like one of those method acting things?"

he raises an eyebrow at the way he says his name. "i'm enjoying them, hyunsoo," he says with a smile. "well, i would be enjoying them more if they didn't expect me to ride on a skateboard. this thing has a mind of it's own. just putting any weight on it and it just flies right out from under you. can you explain the physics of that?" miru wonders. in his time as a student, math and physics were the things he loved most, so maybe understanding it in scientific terms will help him better.

"how are you enjoying it? you have the lead role, coupled with the queen nabi. is it a lot of pressure?"

lgcsori

“do you… not have a number or something” she asks the kid, acting like a child goes around with a phone or the ability to memorize a whole phone number. she’s been in this situation before, but the other way around, herself being the lost child, but she’s not sure how her family found her.

miru is still squatting, his legs pulled into his chest gracefully as he holds his weight on his ankles. to him, the child looks panicked, though hiding it well under his inability to speak and the way his eyes look everywhere but miru's. miru thinks that even if he did know his phone number, he wouldn't be able to recite it out of stress. miru smiles, looking up at the girl and shaking his head.

"he probably won't remember much of anything right now," miru tells her plainly. "he looks too afraid to speak, much less remember his phone number." miru pauses and turns to reach into his bag and find some candy that he always keeps for emergency snaking. "why don't we play a game? i know your mom probably told you not to take candy from strangers, but i'm miru and this is..." he looks up at the girl again. "you are?"

miru turns his attention back to the child. "if you can remember when you last saw your mom, i'll give you this whole thing of candy. how about that?" he turns to sori, raising an eyebrow at her. "where did you even find him?"

[lgcmiyu]

"oh, i'm not sure," miyu responds to the other's question, feeling a bit shy talking to miru, someone she doesn't know that well. the dancer knows that she'll have to get over her nerves soon enough, being an idol means meeting and working with new people quite frequently.

while her character isn't the prominent focus of their mini drama, she's sure there's an air of mystery about her. "it makes acting my part pretty easy, i guess," she chuckles, knowing that acting disinterested isn't the hardest emotion to convey. initially, the idea of acting made miyu's stomach churn. now after spending time with the coaches at legacy, she realizes how important the skill is. while she doesn't think she'll ever become an actress, she knows that the skills she's learned will be useful for her idol career.

"lgbt icon?" her face flushes red at the compliment as she shakes her head. "that's too much pressure, i doubt anyone will think that," miyu reaches a hand up, brushing away a stray hair. she doesn't have much experience with young love staying single her whole life. there have always been more important things for her to focus on like school and training. "all i can say is that i hope i did well, this subject is a bit foreign to me," she confesses to the other sheepishly.

[lgcmiru]

"that's true," miru says with a little laugh. he does enjoy acting, or at least so far, he's enjoyed his experience, but he knows that primarily his career is better suited to stay defined as mostly model. he does like the idea of having some on screen time, at least more people will recognize him in the future and the skills will bounce off each other hopefully, to push him into some kind of fame, even if it's not trya or naomi level. "i don't envy the lead roles and the amount of lines they have to learn."

miru laughs again at her response. "no, but it's good," he says. "it's nice to see... i guess, as one of those, you know..." he bends his wrist in a delicate way instead of finishing his sentence. "i think more often than not, the western fans are really going to appreciate it. and probably talk about it for years after the debut." miru shrugs and looks at her with a smile.

"i mean, there's no real way to play it, if i'm being honest. you've undoubtedly felt attraction before, right? all you have to do is pretend you have it for women, or a woman, i suppose." miru shrugs, giving the best advice as he can give. "there's no pressure. i don't think people are looking for a remake of carol, or anything."

"how are you feeling about your debut though?" he wonders finally.

[lgcminseo]

for a person that proclaimed acting was a passion of hers, minseo didn't have the patience required for the preparation stage, which was unavoidable and possibly the most crucial stage before she was pushed in front of the camera and told to act. she had been thankful that the model was willing to entertain her during their downtime, answering her million of questions, or joking around with her when the inspiration struck. she has never been reserved or known for being quiet but this experience was one that had her searching for a temporary shell to hide underneath.

"minseo 101?" she echoes back, amusement glinting in her eyes when she ( surprisingly ) gets the reference. "aren't you too young to know that show? wait—" her eyes widen a bit when she realizes that she doesn't know miru's age and had assumed that she could speak informally to him. "how old are you?" was that an appropriate question? she had thought miru couldn't be a year older than her unless he had a baby face. "i went to an international school and my classmate was obsessed with that show when she found it on a streaming service. i didn't get the appeal..."

"if i'm being honest, i'm still waiting for them to tell me that they made a mistake and i'm still a trainee, to go back to the company and follow the new schedule. i might have dreamt that..." she confesses with a soft laugh, hand reaching up to cover her mouth. her attention shifts to the variety of snacks displayed in front of her, choosing the fruit cup and the tiniest, cutest water bottle. "what about you? is being a model more freeing than being a trainee? ah, should we go sit in the shade?"

[lgcmiru]

"too young?" miru wonders, repeating her words. he supposes that it's probably hard to guess his age out right, he's had a mirad of people confuse him for an eighteen year old or even a minor, in some cases. but it's always surprising to him, considering he doesn't feel that young. perhaps that's what he gets for growing up to fast and now only getting to heal his inner child by watching old nickelodeon shows and buy as many sanrio blind boxes from miniso as he wants.

"i'm twenty-three. not too young for zoey 101, that's for sure. and how dare you," he says with false anger, a smile forming on his face. "we now know jamie spears is kinda the worst but all the same. great show."

miru listens closely when she answers his questions about her debut, nodding along. "i feel the same, kind of? like i guess being a trainee with no guarantee for anything, you kinda just get used to waiting. it feels like i'm still waiting for something," miru tells her.

"yes, let's," he responds to her question about sitting in the shade, leading her there after he grabs himself a few snacks. after they're settled where the sun can't beam down on them painfully, he answers her former questions. "it is definitely," he begins, thinking about the change he's undergone from trainee to model. "you don't really have to go to the legacy building that much. as long as you're doing your brand deals and whatever other projects, they don't really care. we didn't get to move off site though, like we were all hoping."

"are the idol dorms bigger than your trainee ones? hopefully you have more space now, right?"

[lgcminkyu]

It's all bizarre to Minkyu in ways he cannot really explain; the sudden rooming with someone he considers a friend, a close friend, perhaps even a best friend, though he never thought they'd end up in a room alone. Going from living with multiple people to living with the only one who can push all the buttons to annoy Minkyu must either be a sign of fate or karma punishing him for whatever he's done wrong in life.

Miru climbing into his bed unexpectedly thickens the situation with awkward tension from Minkyu's side. "Yah, who allowed you to get in my bed? And hug me like a teddy bear?" It's a complaint, weak due to fatigue, half-hearted because of the grogginess in his voice. His hands don't move, they simply remain by his sides, and he hopes Miru will get the hint to move away.

Giving him the attention he desires has always been atop the list of priorities to avoid. "You have your own bed, you know. Did you do this in your old dorm, too?" Minkyu lets some air out of his nose as his fingers finally move, pushing playfully at the side of Miru's head. "It's not the best; it's torture!" Another sigh follows his words, airier than the last. Something about Miru being sweet to him just doesn't seem normal.

[lgcmiru]

miru has lived his life as an instigator of bad things. somehow, with the help of an unpleasant childhood, he's just always attuned to doing what people least expect, or sometimes, if it benefited him, exactly what they expected. in layman's terms, he likes stirring shit up and causing chaos if he can. minkyu is an interesting person because the two have found they know how to push each others buttons and for the most part, it's become a competition for who can be worse to the other.

"i did," miru says looking up at him with a cat like smile. he reaches to stretch and squish minkyu's cheek, one of his favorite things about minkyu. without much thought, his hands always gravitate towards his friend's cheeks as though they're made of dough. "and i do know."

minkyu doesn't move, so miru makes himself at home at his side. "um, in my old dorm, me and saem sometimes did this. we also sometimes did other things..." miru trails off suspiciously before looking at minkyu with a smirk. "i can show you if you want."

"hey," he says as minkyu's pushing his head away. miru holds onto him tigher. "not torture, bonding time."

[lgcminkyu]

The character he is assigned for the drama is bound to spark conversations and discussions all over the internet, so much of which Minkyu is sure of as he skips over the script for the tenth time on this day, only lifting his gaze from the letters to Miru when he speaks. His eyes widen, confusion tinging the edges with a light glimmer, not out of entertainment but out of complete bafflement.

If the frivolity of in-character Minkyu didn't settle in peacefully before, it now comes crashing down on him, hammering at his thoughts and the pout that blossoms due to his role being labelled as something he'd never be in real life. "Hey, he's not a cheater! He's not in a relationship with Nayoung, and who knows what he actually texted Sena." He reasons.

"Not a reason to be so happy about spilling a drink on me!" The pout remains, even if a grin threatens to break the act, and Minkyu is quick to look off to the side with a huff and a half-hearted complaint. "Debuting together means having to endure you all the time! In the dorms now, too!"

[lgcmiru]

miru looks at minkyu with raised eyebrows, his little explosion of emotions is cute but miru will feign discontent with being scolded for as many seconds as he can hold it.

once minkyu is done with his tantrum, he's reaching out to pat the hair he's just ruffled and squeeze minkyu's cheek. "okay, okay," miru says with a little laugh. "he's not a cheater... that we know of." the smirk that remains is one knowing he probably is. (although later, miru finds out his character is no better. thanks, irony.)

"what, and you don't love me?" miru wonders with a sad look on his face. he pouts and crosses his arms over his chest. "i thought we were best friends and now i'm finding out you have to endure me." miru's pout threatens to break and pull up at the edges into a smile. "come on," he says reaching out to poke and squeeze minkyu's cheek again. "it's not so bad, right? i know you love me, deep in my heart, even though you never say it. cuz you're mean."

[lgcmiru]

lgcsunhwa

"i know a cute little furniture boutique not too far from here. they sell all sorts of interesting pieces, leaps and bounds nicer than the generic all-white pieces you find at most name brand department stores." while it'd been true that sejun had helped tremendously, he had down so in the lifting department— he had a say, of course, but sunhwa was the one to make sure everything was cohesive in the end. "when we're done here, we'd be able to take a trip that way if you're up for it."

"well," miru says with a drink of his juice. "saem and i... you know, had a special relationship. i think his personality is cute. he's like a little hamster or something, one with like prior brain damage." miru goes back to eating, thinking about not living with saem makes him sad so he's been trying not to think about it. despite anyone's opinions on saem, he's become something like a comfort person to miru.

he sighs, reaching out to set down his fork and look up at sunhwa. "my god," he says in reaction to her question. "i don't know, maybe the late 90's?" miru laughs and leans back in his chair to sip the rest of the sparkling orange juice. "most of my clothes are at my mom's place. so some of it, i really haven't seen in a few years. there's a possibility that most of that can be given away."

"what, you don't like ikea furniture?" he wonders. "the uniformity?" miru laughs a little and goes back to picking at his food. "lets do that," he says with some excitement in his tone. "i'm so ready to get out of these dorms and spread out. it's weird having like... goals, you know? i was pretty sure i wouldn't make it to twenty-three. now i'm about to become a model. weird, huh?"