Just My Way

I’m continuing to search for it. A different character. I won’t steal from anyone. I’ll create my own COLOUR. Instead of being a puppet that does what it learns I’ll do it my style. I’ll find MY OWN WAY however I want Yeo Hwanwoong || 20 Associated with LIMITLESS

[lmhwanwoong]

형의 너무 예뻐

@lmsunwoo​

Cover dancing wasn’t anything new to him by any means and neither was having to reinterpret a song from their seniors in the company. It was the whole thought of a ‘special event’ that weighed on Hwanwoong’s mind instead. That could mean literally anything, couldn’t it? But it was no use thinking about it, because the more he thought about whether it was a small performance at a local nursery school or a whole big stage in front of thousands of people, the more nervous he became, and there was one person he didn’t want that nervous sensation to catch onto at all.

“How’s everything going for you, hyung?” he asked Sunwoo as the other returned to the dorm room that evening. He handed over a bowl of soup he had made after coming home, still hot and fresh from the stove. The older might not even be hungry, but Hwanwoong hoped that he would accept it so it wouldn’t go to waste, and also just because he greatly enjoyed cooking and having others eat his food. “I mean it seems pretty simple this time, but honestly it’s hard to tell what’s going to end up happening... I hope they don’t have too big surprises for us.”

Although his mood seemed bright there was the hint of hesitation in his voice that Sunwoo would probably be bound to pick up on, but he tried his best to hide it either way. Instead he tried to turn the focus to his hyung. “Honestly when Enigma did it, it seemed really cool, but the more I think about it, isn’t it kind of cheesy to sing?”

[choijuns]

hwanwoong … lit ( 191009 )

[lmhwanwoong]

The Right To Be Happier

[lmhwanwoong]

lmxjaehyun‌:

          even if he hadn’t gotten a good reaction out of the other, jaehyun wouldn’t have minded. as much as… well, himself as he is, he can be perceptive from time to time, particularly if his interest is piqued. this is a cute coffee shop and whatnot, but this is the only entertaining event that’s been offered to him, so he’s particularly attentive. (if he were just a little more so, he may even consider helping, but the thought doesn’t even cross his mind.) 

             his coffee doesn’t taste too bad, he thinks to himself, but the final verdict is pending. in the meantime, he continues to hover nearby, continuing the conversation as though he doesn’t have anywhere else to be. “ oh, for sure, ” he says simply, crossing his arms over his chest. “ next thing you know, i’m gonna drop my coffee all over you. ” jaehyun mimics the motion, his cup jolting towards him just enough to be dramatic. “ ha, kidding. ” a pause. “ are you gonna get another drink or give up on coffee? ”

Had he actually heard right? Even as just a joke, that was going too far. Or perhaps it was just because Hwanwoong was extra sensitive right now due to his bad mood. Either way he shot a glare at the stranger who kept insisting on mocking him so rudely. “Very funny,” he said, obviously not amused. “You know I’m not one for violence, but I can’t promise I wouldn’t have punched you if you tossed your coffee at me.”

He wouldn’t actually have done it though... wouldn’t he? Honestly Hwanwoong couldn’t tell. There were some sick people out there who rejoiced in other people’s misery after all. Finally done cleaning the drenched counter, Hwanwoong looked at his phone. He was running so late by now that it was becoming inexcusable and he felt so bad about it, but was he really going to be able to make it through the day without a cup of coffee? Probably, but not without tearing someone’s head off in the process. “I’ll get another cup,” he stated and got in line. “But what’s that to you?”

[lmhwanwoong]

Level Up

[lmhwanwoong]

lmsooyoung‌:

turning head towards the direction of the sound, sooyoung takes those few seconds to recall who he was. in her mind, she pinpointed him to be one of the apollo trainees. however, when she had to remember his name, her mind had blanked out before she listened to him.

“no need to apologize! it wasn’t awkward at all.” sooyoung shook her head for she could understand how it would feel to be in his shoes. introductions and the like were sometimes nerve-wracking and awkward and sooyoung wanted to do everything she could to make him feel comfortable. “ah, hwanwoong!” she says out loud as she remembers the name. “sunwoo did mention you before but i couldn’t remember your name. i do remember talking about how you are a really great dancer though!” the older woman gives an abashed chuckle.

taking a glance at her surroundings, she takes the menus nearby and offers one to him in case he wanted to see what the restaurant offered. “help? what do you need help with?” she asks, curious to know what it was. seeing that they were in a place like this, she imagines that it’s something not related to training and that was something she didn’t mind at all.

“likeable to people?” she repeats his last few words before humming softly. in her mind, she found it to be an ongoing and arduous obstacle, but as she looks at hwanwoong she wants to do her best to help him. “well what you are asking is a big task but it’s doable. if you don’t mind me asking, why are you interested in working on that? i presume that there must be a reason or two that stems from this.”

Even though he knew in his silent mind that he was good at dancing, it was incredibly reassuring to hear that Sunwoo had praised him in such a way too. He felt a warmth rush into his heart and a dumb smile appear on his face. His fingers ran to the back of his neck to rub the skin a bit sheepishly. “Ah, yeah... that would be me...” he agreed, trying to not show too much happiness over the compliment to remain modest.

Hwanwoong took the menu offered and let his gaze run over its contents. Honestly he wasn’t too hungry, but he was never one to say no to good food. Perhaps that was his main weakness, but as long as his weight remained to company standards it should be alright to splurge every once in a while, right? Hopefully so.

Quickly settling on his meal, Hwanwoong took hold of the cup of water before him but he didn’t take a sip. Instead he simply stared down into the blank surface disrupted by ripples of movement. “It probably sounds silly,” he began slightly hesitant to spill his worries. “I’m sorry to put so much pressure on you, sunbae, you probably have your own stuff to deal with already.”

He did feel bad about it. Trainee life was a busy one and there wasn’t much time to do stuff outside of the company, so she could surely think of other and better ways to spend her evening than with some greenhorn trainee from another company that she didn’t even have any obligations to. Which was why he also greatly appreciated her will to help. “It’s just, whenever I see like real proper idols it’s always catching the focus of people. Whether it’s on stage with your charisma or in variety programmes by being funny. It’s always people like that who get popular right? I just feel like I’m neither charismatic or funny. I wonder if something like that is even possible to learn.”

[lmhwanwoong]

Eye contact

@lmsunwoo​

Although training had just finished for the day, it seemed that one boy was still not done with the daily ways. Managing to catch Sunwoo before the older went home, the dancer made it obvious that he had no intentions of letting him go back to the dorm just yet. Nearing almost two years as a trainee, he felt as though it was time for something to change, but it was going to be a long process, Hwanwoong already knew that, for a person didn’t just change their entire being overnight.

“Hyung, hyung!” he had called out eagerly to the older to catch his attention and then led him into an empty practice room. “You gotta help me practice something.” Hwanwoong had thought a lot about it, and eventually reached the conclusion that a lot of what he missed in his performances was the impact. Certainly he knew how to manage his expression, but in his own opinion, he greatly lacked that something extra to separate him from the masses. And he was going to practice that until he died. Maybe not that severe but at least he was going to give it his all.

“Please look very carefully at my face while I dance and tell me if I look good or not. That’s all I’m asking for. Please hyung, I don’t know who I can ask other than you because it’s kind of embarrassing to be evaluated like that!”

[bexmatt]

✰★✯ strangers, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖

[lmhwanwoong]

lmlele‌:

Stupid. This whole thing was stupid, just like all of the many other events Lele’s dad had taken him to, this event was stupid. Don’t get Lele wrong, he loves his dad very very much, however his dad gets some pretty stupid ideas, while Lele’s mom was alive he never acted like this, he would of course make Lele do things he didn’t want to, but back then that was stuff like learning how to treat a wound or how to cook. Now? Now he’s suddenly forced to go out of his house to make friends, how stupid, Lele has been in Korea for years now and still doesn’t have many friends, can’t his dad just accept that Lele isn’t good at making friends? 

Who even makes friend’s at events like these? Like who would actually speak to a stranger, how stupid, nobody speaks to strangers… That’s what Lele thought until he saw a stranger, yet a face he recognized, someone who had fallen asleep on his shoulder earlier this year. And when Lele’s dad figured out Lele knew this stranger suddenly he was stuck with this stranger because he ‘’needed to make friends’’. And at the food stalls? Lele doesn’t even eat that much. “Do you… want me to buy you something?” Lele asked the half-stranger.

                       we walked on the moon with @lmhwanwoong

When he had first shared eye contact with the supposed stranger, at first Hwanwoong hadn’t thought too much about it, but pretty soon he realised that this guy wasn’t just any stranger, but rather one he had encountered before. The memories returned quick, of falling asleep against the shoulder of a total stranger and making a total embarrassment of himself. That sentiment carried over immediately and made Hwanwoong turn beet red for a good five minutes before he finally calmed down and was somehow stuck with this person. But bad first impression aside, Hwanwoong was always up for making new friends. And what better way to start a friendship than to scout the best food stalls at a festival? That had been the idea at least.

“What? No,” Hwanwoong insisted at the question. “I didn’t make you come here to pay for my stuff!” What kind of friend would do that? He’d never take advantage of another person like that. “I was thinking that maybe we could like... try different stuff and share opinions and stuff like that? Like, before I met up with you I had this really great takoyaki!” Getting more and more excited, Hwanwoong realised he was rambling on. “Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go off like that...”

[lmsomi]

perfect (halloween) match

[lmhwanwoong]

lmsomi‌:

there were two things that happened tonight that somi couldn’t wrap her head around. first, she ended up having a costume ready when got to home. she didn’t plan to dress up for the occasion as a matter of fact, she was too tired from training and studying to put together something fun. but there it was, neatly laid on the couch waiting for her arrival. second is her dad letting her leave the house to hang out with her friends at that hour – even when he knew there’s a possibility she’ll just spend time with jaewon.

somi was getting compliments every now and then with her costume. she ended up looking her up and seeing the accuracy of what she had on, this ’2b’ from this video game called ’nier: automata’. it was pretty spot on except perhaps the revisions done on her dress to make it less revealing and a little longer. nevertheless, she was sure she had a chance at winning that costume contest. “aww, you two look really cute wearing couple costumes like that!” the young girl looks back at someone she assumed to be a one of the contest organizers.

she looks at her confused, humming as she pointed at herself. “yes, you and your partner over there,” somi turns to see a boy ( @lmhwanwoong ) just a tiny bit shorter than she is wearing a similar looking costume. “oh, no, no he’s not my partner, i have a–” she was immediately interrupted by the female staff again with words that changed her annoyed expression, “i think you two have a chance at winning!” the young girl doesn’t think twice and steps up to the boy, “we are joining this together.”

There were far too many days of staying late behind at the practice rooms, but Hwanwoong firmly believed that every so often it was a nice thing to let loose and have a bit of fun. He enjoyed halloween: it was a bit of a bright moment in an otherwise very dark season, and it was also a fun chance to dress up and become someone else.

Honestly he wasn’t too much of a gamer: he enjoyed the occasional video game, but he never let them dictate his life. Science fiction on the other hand was a whole other matter, and he consumed the genre like he inhaled air. Thus it was no secret that he had also enjoyed a certain video game with white haired androids in the main character role and thus his costume for this year had also been inspired by the game. Dressed up as the male protagonist 9S, he had found his way onto the festival grounds, only to suddenly have someone resembling his female counterpart drag him along on her whims.

And the crowd seemed to be under a very great misconception as well.

“Partner?” he repeated embarrassed. “No no no, we’re not a cou--” But it was already too late. For whatever reason the girl had agreed to the presumptions and fed the misunderstanding even further and now he had little reason but to just go along with everything. And how could he deny that they were together when they were obviously dressed up alike? He turned to the girl he would for now call 2B and gave her a shy nod in greeting. “Well, I suppose I’m in your care then.”

[lmhwanwoong]

Level Up

@lmsooyoung​

It wasn’t that often he got to spend time with trainees from other companies and quite frankly it made him a bit nervous to be in the company of a senior in both life and business. But Sooyoung was a woman that Sunwoo had spoken fondly of and thus he fully believed that she wasn’t going to be anyone uncomfortable to speak to. His request was however a bit odd, Hwanwoong knew that much, but he figured that if he ever was supposed to evolve he had to take the steps forward himself. It was time to ditch the shy Yeo Hwanwoong who was content just existing in Apollo and prepare himself mentally to go places.

“Sunbaenim!” he greeted her with a wave as he walked into the noodle restaurant that laid ground for their meeting. It was late in the evening, so an after-training snack might be in order, but nothing too big. Seating himself by her table he suddenly felt much more bashful than he had been before.

“Sorry, this is a bit awkward,” he apologised even though there was probably no need to. “I... I don’t know how much Sunwoo hyung has talked about me, but my name is Hwanwoong-- well you already know that since I called you out, sorry! Aaaah--” Oh god, how did one hold a conversation again? He seemed to have forgotten, that much was for sure. “Anyway, I’m sorry to have called you out so suddenly! It’s a bit embarrassing to ask for help like this, but... I feel like you might be the best person to go to since you have so much experience. I want to know... how to become someone people are actually interested in and who are likable to people.”

[lmhwanwoong]

Stand By

[lmhwanwoong]

lmwyb‌:

Yibo? Yibo lives on the street, he’s a handsome poor man living on the street. And how does handsome poor man manage to not die aka make money? Mostly by playing his guitar for what seems like an eternity every day, and that gets him somewhat less than 5$ a day. Sometimes when Yibo is lucky he manages to score a model gig and gets to live a little more comfy, still with no roof over his head, but with new clothes, blankets or better food. Yibo plays at different places every day, but lately he has been finding himself at the same place every day at the same time, simply because this old lady always gives him 2$ and that’s a lot for Yibo.

However now it has gotten late and Yibo finishes off his last song, after packing there’s only one thing to figure out, and that is if any friends will let him sleep on their couch or if he has to spent another day on the street. But as Yibo finishes off his last song he gets an applause for once, Yibo looks up from his guitar and sees a face he feels like he has seen before, probably just someone who has passed by him before. Yibo can’t use neither a ‘that was great’ nor an applause for much, but he stills smiles happily to the other male before starting to pack together his things.

He looks up at the other male again before slightly pushing his hat in their direction where his 2$ lay, a simple gesture that he hopes the other got at least a dollar to spare. “Francisco Tárrega’s Capricho árabe. Have you heard it before?”

As the street musician nudged his hat towards him Hwanwoong immediately felt bad seeing the meagre amount of money within. In his mind the worst case scenario was already playing that this stranger had no other job and sat here day in and day out in the hope of earning enough for the day and the way and he immediately reached the conclusion that the 2000 won visible in the hat were not going to be enough.

“Capri--?” he tried repeating but gave up on the foreign sounding words. Whatever it was it wasn’t English, that much he knew. Fiddling with his wallet he shook his head while trying to get the thing out of his pocket to see if he had at least anything to spare at all. But to his dismay only a few coins presented themselves within. What should he do in this situation?

“Say...” he began hesitantly, warily looking around as if though someone might be there to hear what he was going to say next. And he was probably right in his hesitation, because if Hwanwoong was discovered he was going to be in a lot of trouble. But his maternal instincts made it possible for him to just stand by and watch someone go to bed hungry even though in the end it was all based on his own presumptions. “Are you busy from here on out? Not to brag or anything, but I consider myself quite a good cook, so if you don’t mind I could make you something and we could eat together?”

[lmhwanwoong]

The Right To Be Happier

[lmhwanwoong]

lmxjaehyun‌:

          jaehyun’s day had been going moderately well thus far; not spectacular, but how good can a weekday full of errands really be? he knows that some people enjoy days like this, but for him, it’s all a bore. the only thing that can get him through it is a nice, big cup of coffee while he sits alone and looks out of the cafe’s window and pretends to be in a cheap indie movie for his own entertainment. call it a warm up of sorts, the beginning of a surely uneventful day. as usual, though, jaehyun has gotten too ahead of himself and forgotten that even the most mundane tasks can come with their own bit of fun, like watching the person in front of him having his own version of a bad day.

            he doesn’t realize how obnoxious his chuckling has become, but he couldn’t contain it. (or rather, he didn’t even consider trying). you’d think that someone who’s struggling this much would have tunnel vision and ignore those around them, but jaehyun knows that the words are directed towards him before the other can even finish his sentence. he’s just a step or two behind him, waiting for his turn at the counter that’s now drenched in coffee. his smile doesn’t disappear, but his eyes twinkle with a tiny bit of sympathy. (emphasis on tiny). “ it’s a dick move, maybe, but it’d be a lot more awkward if i sat here and stared you down in silence, ” he replies, blowing on his coffee. “ you good? like, can you make it through the day, or? ”  teasing strangers can get him into trouble sometimes, but jaehyun never learns his lesson.

Honestly Hwanwoong wasn’t sure he agreed with the stranger’s words -- at least it was possible to ignore the obvious stares of amusement at his expense and pity, but someone outright laughing at him was simply too much. It also bothered him how indifferent the guy seemed about it all, but the last thing Hwanwoong wanted to do was start a fight -- that would just make his day even worse and, like it or not, he had a reputation to uphold. Be the bigger person, Yeo Hwanwoong, he had to say to himself. There was no point in letting himself get pulled into the other’s pace and be rude in return.

“At this rate I genuinely don’t know,” he commented in return to the other’s concern... if he could call it that. It seemed more like he was trying to tease him, but Hwanwoong decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, at least for the time being. Fighting with the paper napkins, he did his best to try wipe up the spilled coffee, at least praising the fact that it had miraculously avoided his clothes. “Who knows, this might be my cue to go back to my bed before I actually end up getting myself killed.” He surprised himself that he actually had it in him to joke around at a time like this.

[lmhwanwoong]

Stand By

@lmwyb​

How many days had it been now that he had walked this road from the Apollo building to his dorm only to find the same street musician in the same spot playing for money? Just from a glance he seemed to be around the same age as Hwanwoong which only served for the dancer to be more concerned: it was getting steadily colder with the coming of winter, and it couldn’t be healthy sitting around so late into the evening for so many days in a row.

So for today, instead of passing him by, Hwanwoong decided to stand by and give the guy a listen. He seemed pretty immersed in his performance, so Hwanwoong wasn’t entirely sure the guy had even noticed him, but he made sure to listen carefully all the same and not disturb. Honestly he was slightly jealous -- he wished he was capable of playing an instrument, but alas, it had just never stuck to him when his teacher back in elementary and middle school tried to teach him how to play rather than sing considering his vocals were the stuff of nightmares. Honestly they still were far from the best, but at least he wanted to believe that he could at least hold a note now. As the guy finished up his song, Hwanwoong gave an applause.

“That was great,” he commented in an attempt to break the ice. “What song was that?”

[lmhwanwoong]

The Right To Be Happier

@lmxjaehyun​

Honestly today wasn’t a good day. Hwanwoong had never been fond of winter, and with the days growing steadily shorter and colder, his mood worsened day by day and it took less to set off the otherwise very patient and calm boy. His phone had died during the night due to a power outage killing his charger, and thus his morning alarm hadn’t rung. He was running late to training, only briefly stopping at a starbucks to get a morning coffee and a quick sandwich to have some energy for the day to run on, and of course dropped all his coins when trying to pay. And last but not least he had spilled the coffee all over the counter when trying to add his extras.

To make matters worse he could hear a snicker from somewhere next to him.

“That’s right just laugh at my misery,” he snapped unintentionally, but he was really losing his patience right about now. “Geez... I can’t believe this stuff actually happens in real life...”

[lmhwanwoong]

And here comes the last of the lot! Hwanwoong is an Apollo trainee so we’re definitely looking to plot and rp with his fellow trainees, but people from other companies and unsigned people are also more than welcome!

To get a random starter comment on this post with a song. To plot with Hwanwoong give this post a like.

[kyulsoo]

hwanwoong in lit mv

[lmhwanwoong]

August 2019 evaluation Performing Got7 Lullaby (English version) Line distribution With: @rkdowoon / @rkseokwoo / @junerk / @bamrk / @rkyeji Gif credit

He supposed the reasoning was sound: kpop was getting more and more a global phenomenon and thus he shouldn’t only limit himself to speaking one language, but Hwanwoong was and had always been too stupid to really wrap his head around stuff like that. English was just one of the many subjects that he had only just passed in school, and he had never once used it in the time since graduating other than for the small phrases included in otherwise fully Korean songs. He hated languages because they made his head hurt and learning them was an absolute chore when he had such a hard time wrapping his head around them.

But he couldn’t really go against the will of the company. And in a sense it was nice to get back on track again after a month of not having much to do simply ending with a mid-year fun time. He had after all always been one to prefer action over being idle, and especially with the new boy group from Nova debuting, Hwanwoong could feel a sense of longing arise within him. If only that could be him soon. Although the thought seemed rather terrifying he really wanted to stand on stage soon with his own music and his own group. Hopefully soon having to use English to communicate with fans would be a reality, and so he had to do his very best here and now.

The group he had managed to gather was a very vibrant one to say the least -- other than Seokwoo he didn’t really know anyone in it, so it was a bit overwhelming to him, especially not knowing what people were comfortable with and not. It seemed that none of them really knew their way around English well, but that seemed to be the point of the whole thing, to challenge oneself. The first challenge had appeared in the fact that they couldn’t gather a full group of people, so Hwanwoong had to make changes to the choreography to make it fit the six instead of seven people situation.

This also meant that the issue of who did the dance break came up. There was a solo part in it, and Hwanwoong desperately wanted it for himself, but he also felt selfish for just taking it. In the end the choice had been between himself and bambam, another person who was an excellent dancer and lacked in lines. He had discussed it with his senior and was ready to fight for the part, but to his surprise the other had given up before even attempting to get the spotlight.

Although happy about getting the part he wanted without creating any unnecessary drama in the group, he couldn’t help but wonder if Bambam had truly been okay with it. The guy seemed rather depleted to him, as if he was just there for the sake of being there. Honestly Hwanwoong hadn’t followed the Supernova project, but obviously if the guy was still here as a trainee he either didn’t participate or didn’t make the cut. If it was the latter Hwanwoong could only feel pity for him, for if he was in the same situation he imagined that it would feel absolutely terrible.

Either way it became time for the performance and their little band of misfits got into position. Seokwoo was the one to start the song which seemed to come as a surprise to him initially. Then came Hwanwoong’s first lines, and a rush of anxiety that felt entirely surprising to him arose in his chest. It was probably because he had to rap in a foreign language he thought to himself. But it was alright. His thick accent couldn’t be helped, but he had at least memorised the foreign sounding words and practiced his diction with the new sounds that his mouth wasn’t used to. But he tried to make up for what he was lacking with charisma instead, and in the end they managed to finish pretty decently.

[lmhwanwoong]

Sweet talk to me babe

[lmhwanwoong]

rkdowoon‌:

At the start of this month, joining up with a group had seemed like a good idea. While Dowoon loved the song he’d chosen to perform solo, the fact that there was no dance to go with ‘Akaneji no Kaigou’ had made him second guess his decision and he’d hastily signed up to one of the various groups that had been advertising free slots around the Seocho building. Besides, it meant he got to practice his English too, what was there not to like?

As he soon found out, pretty much everything.

Returning from his little trip to the bathroom, Dowoon sloped over to Hwanwoong when the other called to him, ears red as he approached the other trainee. Honestly, what had he been thinking, accepting this particular part? Not only had he a good chunk of actual singing, but his aura was so far removed from the original performer’s that it was almost laughable. No doubt Eric would have found it funny, if the younger boy had been in the mood to enjoy his brother’s misfortune.

This month truly was cursed.

“Ah, I’m doing the leader’s parts….” Dowoon mumbled, sitting beside Hwanwoong and pointing at the parts he’d highlighted for himself. “Don’t suppose you can change my part to make me not look dumb, hm?” he joked, a little smile on his face despite the embarrassment.

“Oh, right!” he chimed in happily not thinking too much of the mumble as his eyes returned to the video he was playing, notebook beside him ready to fit everything together. They were missing a main dancer position technically, but assessing everyone’s talents it wasn’t like they were lacking completely in that area. He’d probably have to split the parts in between himself and Bambam as the rappers in general were lacking parts, but the question was who took the solo part. Hwanwoong desperately wanted it -- how could he not? -- but he wasn’t sure how that would sit with everyone else in the group.

Dowoon’s concern finally registered within his busy mind, and for a moment he put everything else aside and put his full focus on the older. At first he wasn’t entirely sure what the guy meant, but Hwanwoong soon assumed that it might, just might, have something to do with what he himself was struggling with too: confidence.

“Hyung, don’t think badly of me for saying this please, but...” for a moment the dancer weighed his words. “If you don’t have the right aura then I’d have to take you entirely out of the choreography for that to happen...” The part the older had was a very charismatic one, not particular difficult at the time he was in the centre, but at the same time it was all about expression. He was used to just letting everyone pick the roles they thought fit themselves best, but perhaps that had been a mistake this time? No, he couldn’t think like that. He had to have faith. “Alright, try taking a look at this.” Hwanwoong jumped up from the floor and performed the moves mechanically: very precise but with a completely neutral expression. “It’s not a hard move in any way, but even though I did it right, it didn’t feel right did it?” He then proceeded to sharpen his gaze and put a sly smile on his face as he swung his hips to the beat inside his head. “Did you see the difference?”

[lmhwanwoong]

Sweet talk to me babe

@rkdowoon

This evaluation seemed fairly simple compared to some other there had been this year, but as a person who barely spoke another language courtesy of a bad English teacher throughout high school, Hwanwoong knew that it was just a matter of getting it over and done with. But how hard could it be to sing in English? Apparently very much so. He felt a sigh leave him as he sat with the lyrics distribution open on the screen of his tablet, the foreign letters jumping around in one confusing jumble. Fortunately he didn’t have too many parts thanks to the nature of the song and the fact that they were six members in the group.

Seeing one of his group mates return from a bathroom trip, Hwanwoong rose his hand in greeting. “Dowoon hyung, which parts did you have again?” There were some people you could pinpoint their position on their looks, but with Dowoon it seemed like one big mystery to him. Like Gray hyung for instance, he radiated rapper while someone like Taemin hyung was a born dancer. “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll remember this time! It’s just hard to keep track of everyone when I don’t really know people... I need to know where everyone is to change the choreography to fit six people.”