DISSONANCE

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“I’m glad that’s over. I just want to go home.”

STATUS: CLOSED. 

“have you been sleeping okay?” there’s a certain hesitance in his voice, as though he isn’t sure if he should be asking in the first place. her face dims with something melancholic, but telling someone they look tired doesn’t normally sound too engaging to the ears. “or–- enough? you seem busy, lately… you always seem busy, actually. i don’t know how you do it sometimes.” he’s met suji multiple times over the years on the dates where their schedules coincide, though he had always known her better through magazine headlines and cf breaks. the weight of his job aches at him sometimes, and he wonders how she can stay whole amidst the stress of it all. “are you doing anything else today?”

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“I’m slowly becoming apathetic to microphone malfunctions.”

STATUS: OPEN.  

“i wouldn’t worry about it too much, anyway… besides–-!  at least now nobody can accuse you of lip syncing, right?” by now, myungsoo is well accustomed to the fickleness of technology; as is, he’s sure, the majority of others in his profession. with age, he’s found the embarrassment such circumstances would provoke instead fizzes into a harrowed, itching sort of annoyance. he’s glad, at least, that he doesn’t appear to be the only one.  “not… that they would, either way. what i mean is –-  you still had one of the best performances of the night, with or without the microphone problem.”

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“Nice save on tripping there. Yep, I saw it.”

STATUS: OPEN. 

he’s made a begrudged companion with his bruised knees and stumbling feet–- some days, he’s convinced there’s something wrong with his motor control. when he’d come home from school, the skin on his hands scuffed into something lavender, his mother would tell him he was accident prone. years later, when his manager had tugged him aside, poked his chest and told him L was not supposed to fumble around, myungsoo had said the same thing. nonetheless, his fans love to cling onto the idea that he’s some sort of klutz. 

(just because he fell a few times doesn’t mean anything, right?)

“that–- the stage must’ve been wet. didn’t you feel that? i could’ve sworn i saw one of your members trip a little, too. come on.” he wears a smile, and there’s a casual humour in his tone. “if it wasn’t the stage, there had to have been something on my shoe. i’m telling you–-” 

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Idol Life Starter Sentences: ‘After Show’ edition.

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stq-resources :

A list of starter sentences inspired by what goes on after the show and things go off air. These can be set during music show filming, variety show filming, radio broadcast recordings, etc.

“Nice save on tripping there. Yep, I saw it.”

“Don’t tell anyone else but I think you guys have been robbed. You should have won this week.”

“I don’t know why he/she hugged me. We’re not even close.”

“For the record, we didn’t like our outfits. It’s not like we had a choice.”

“I swear as soon as the cameras turned off, their attitude completely changed.”

“You should have done some research before coming to the show. You were roasted in there.”

“I have no idea why I’m here, honestly. I don’t do variety.”

“I’m sorry but that in there was a charade of fakery.”

“This is the last time I will ever appear on this show.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way! Can we talk somewhere else?”

“Isn’t it the hosts’ responsibility, too to do their share of research?”

“Are you okay? You seemed very uncomfortable back there.”

“I’m glad that’s over. I just want to go home.”

“Watch me get edited out.”

“You don’t need to explain why you did/said that. We all needed to stand out somehow.”

“I’m slowly becoming apathetic to microphone malfunctions.”

“What time did you sleep last night? You all seemed tired onstage earlier.”

“That was such a diva move.”

“You might be hearing from your manager later.”

“And they expect us to maintain our ‘image’?”

“So much for fair treatment, huh?”

“Seriously, what happened to seniority? Since when did rookies start running the show?”

“Apologies if I seem rude but I really don’t have the time for people like you.”

“Not all of us get our popularity handed to us. Some of us actually have to work for it.”

“People can get away with anything nowadays if their companies’ pockets are deep enough.”

“Judging by that mess of a stage, I guess talent isn’t a prerequisite for the industry anymore.”

“There’s more to me than the constant crap they keep bringing up.”

“That was so scripted, it almost hurts.”

“It’s embarrassing how biased that PD is.”

“Word of advice? Know your place before you start running your mouth.”

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( kkt ) did you hear the news? our comeback is near!

( KKT → 예인 )  →   ah, really. what sort of question… ㅎㅎ  how cute. →   of course i heard! →   though, i’m hurt… i wish somebody would’ve asked me to shoot some of your teaser pictures again.  →   ㅠ i thought it was my duty as your biggest fan.  

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😍 (this is for the meme but it is also me when i see you)

STATUS: CLOSED.

❛    this was really awful… so difficult, seriously. i think –- hm, obviously i’m going to pick more than one. of course, you can do what you want… but i’ve always thought you looked your best when you dress simply, like this. but–-! i mean, that’s not to say you look bad, otherwise… this was pretty, too. it… might be biased for me to say so, but i think you could pull off anything. 

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"Euh? I came here for Namu-- this is awkward..."

❛     the only indication of his presence is the dry scorch of footsteps against pavement –- he’s sat on the gravel outside one of the company buildings, and myungsoo supposes it’s around midday. “you–- ah… did nobody say anything? hyung left a while ago…” he pauses, then. his eyes are shifted carefully downwards, as if he were considering the water bottle in his hands rather than thinking over what he might say next. “i think his hand was giving him trouble, again. i don’t know.” there’s another break wherein myungsoo clears his throat, more so out of awkwardness than real necessity. he’s familiar with kibum, but he doesn’t think he can remember the last time they were alone together without any additional company.  “how frustrating… did you come all this way?”

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( MARK )

KKT  ✉  –  너형    ❛   ㅋㅋㅋ ㅋㅋㅋ ㅋㅋㅋ ㅋㅋㅋ KKT  ✉  –  너형    ❛   hyung~ what is this? KKT  ✉  –  너형    ❛   ㅋㅋㅋ #comebacklooks

  ( KKT → 삐까삐 )   →   ah... really...  →   ㅠㅠ how did you find this?  →   really–-! what a way to wake up in the morning.  →   you must have embarrassing predebut pictures, too... ㅎㅎ i'll find them all and get my revenge.

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( NIX )

             ;    ♡ 임서. `      ❛    i tried to research what your least favourite meal is, but results were inconclusive. why don’t you talk about the things you hate more often? besides exo. nobody needs to hear any more of that. anyways, because of the inconclusive results, i have to just hope that you hate all sorts of sushi, because i can’t cook and going out for dinner is the only option we have.   ❜            her words are spoken with a deadpan, however, they’re nothing if not playful. her humour plays on the sarcastic side and she’s near certain that he won’t misunderstand her words as malicious –– thus, with him, she has no filter. nor does she feel that she needs one, instead she embraces the comfort that she feels with his presence.

he is the image of nonchalance –- palm held sluggishly against the cheek while his elbow sits, balanced, upon the tabletop. the scorn that seeps from her tongue brings the first hints of a smile to his face, and he tilts his head in fond regard. 

"you researched it? are you a fan of mine? ah, you know, you could have just asked. i’ll be honest, there isn’t much i don’t like... which is unfortunate for you, i guess. and, hey–-!” he sighs, something hoarse and artificial, before his eyes flicker upwards to meet her own. “i do not hate exo! really–- i told you, that was just a rumour. you’re insufferable, i swear... ” though, his actions do not portray the vexation in his words, as he reaches out a hand and tugs playfully at her cheek. “sushi? oh, terrible... disgusting, even. please, do not subject me to this cruel fate.”

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( SEOLHYUN )

the ache in her calves is a bit uncomfortable now but she continues posing, because this is a picture that might or might not be instagram worthy; and she has to treat her fans with a cute selca every now and then (well, this doesn’t exactly count as a selca, but still).

“i am holding still! i’ve been holding still for ages, myungsoo!” she doesn’t stop her nagging, because she’s close to toppling over due to the excessive strain in her legs. next time, she’s gonna ask baekhyun to take the picture, though he might just take a very zoomed in selca instead.

“can you just take it? or do you want me to get cramps? you’re worse than the photographers during my shoots… seriously, even if it’s blurry, that’s okay! wouldn’t it be aesthetic, then? it’d still look pretty… and that’s what i’m going for, so hurry up! ah, seriously, i’ll get you back for making me suffer like this, kim myungsoo…”

“blurry pictures look terrible,” maybe he’s just teasing her, at this point. there’s a certain sentimentality in those photos he’ll sometimes catch, all bad angles and bleary lines, when the world lays impromptu and raw. he knows he has a few shots of seolhyun on one of his own cameras, where her mouth is open wide in her laughter and the light glares unflatteringly yellow upon her face. there’s really nothing spectacular about it at all, (actually, he finds himself cringing at its naivety every time he flicks past), but it’s so truthfully candid that he can’t bring himself to delete it. 

this, though, could not have been more staged –- and there’s no way he’s letting her walk away with a bad selca. 

“ah–- but since you’re so sure it’d still turn out fine, i should probably try and make it as unfocused as possible, right? i might even slip my finger over the lens a little bit...” taunting mingles amidst the flatness in his tone, and he allows his thumb to dodge into the way of the camera. he stands like that for a moment, his eyebrows downcast in a magnified display of faux concentration, before he twists her phone in his palms and angles it landscape. 

“i’m kidding. tch, i don’t know why i’m doing this for you  –- it’s not like you’ll give me any credit for it... ah, okay. this is a good shot. say kimchi–-!” 

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😍

STATUS: ACCEPTING.

‘ there’s no doubt you have a lot of beautiful photos, but this one has been my favourite for a while now… i actually thought it was one of the promotional pictures for your page two album. it really looks like it’s from a pictorial–- crazy, huh? you can’t let this slip to anyone else, but i had to save this to my desktop after i saw it for the first time. pretty, pretty.

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😍 😍 😍 , that's three pictures hyung.

STATUS: ACCEPTING.

‘  ah–- three? don’t say i never do things for you! now, i had to really scour for these. i never liked blonds much, but i think you pulled it off well… maybe better than i did? that’s a discussion for another time, i suppose–this one is cute. markachu? pikayien? anyway, it’s adorable. sunggyu hyung wore something like it a while ago at an event… i might even keep this one on my phone after this. since i have to pick, i’d say these two are my other favourites. tch, your side profile is really no joke… 

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send me a 😍 and i’ll find a picture of your muse’s faceclaim that i really like

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hello! survey time! who's your favorite aoa member?

‘  my favourite? i won’t lie –- i’ve always liked mina the most…              –- was that a bad joke? don’t look so mad, of course it’s you; you shouldn’t even have to ask anymore. 

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activity around here has been extremely slow for the past fortnight or so, which i'm hoping to sort out sometime today or tomorrow. in the meantime, feel free to add me on aim @e.ntrust!

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SELF-KNOWLEDGE QUESTIONNAIRE—

below the surface, everyone is pretty complicated. based on your answers, you will find out that three traits are important strands in your personality. TAGGED BY: @baeksvng TAGGING: whoever wants to do it!

SHYNESS,

part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. the upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. but when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.

AGGRESSION, 

one part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. one way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. but you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focussed way, with honour.

SENSITIVITY, 

you have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. it can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. but you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

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( JENNY. )

　　—　⁽ ✧ ⁾　　"eh?“ the plastic bag clutched in her hand bounced against her leg lightly when her steps halted. she’d made a convenience store run for herself and the girls seeing as there was on just down the street from their dorm. what she hadn’t expected to find was a small cat curled up near their building. "kitty,” she cooed while crouching down, making soft noises to attract the lost animal. her tactic seemed to work as the cat closed the short distance between them and began to rub against her shin. “hey there, are you lost?” a small smile formed on her lips as she ran her hand along its back, eyes widening when she noticed the collar. “ah, you are lost.”

taking the feline into her arms, she glanced around at passerbys. “excuse me,” the male seemed startled by her voice, probably even more so by the animal in her arms, “is this cat yours?” it wasn’t until she actually lifted her gaze to the stranger’s face that she realized who she was talking to. “sunbaenim!” the cat’s claws dug into the fabric of her sweater when she bowed politely to the other, soft mewling the only sound as she straightened back up.

he’d said something once, while he’d been volunteering at a cat shelter; though he hadn’t been working, dispatch had still kept their cameras held to his face, and after they’d asked him for a smile, he’d told them to be cautious if they were to ever adopt an abandoned animal.

he doesn’t think he’d paid his own words much mind, at the time.

until, that is, he’d found himself on the streets of seoul, anxiety burnt like lye into his stomach and a cat missing from his apartment.  

his thoughts had spun into a slovenly patchwork of unease by the time her words had caught his ears. the sun reigned impassive above, but the relief in his face was rathe.  “oh, yes–-!” the words were light on his tongue, and there’s solace lurking about the corners of his lips. “i  – soyul, right? i don’t think we’ve met properly before... where did you find him?”