who i am

[noahws]

  hello, hello!! it’s bibian (21+) here with another attempt at having a second character!! i present to you lee minhwan, otherwise known by his stage name noah. he is the talented and somewhat stupid lead guitarist of meta and all he really wants to do is meet as many girl groups as possible (just don’t tell anyone that –) if you want to learn a whole bunch about him, then feel free to check out his career & bio pages! otherwise, i’ll list some information below too! and of course, please give this post a like and i’ll chase you down so that we can plot together!

minhwan was born in daegu and lived there with his father until 2015, when the former rock musician would suddenly pass away.

the death effected minhwan greatly since his dad was the only parent he ever really knew.

his mother and father were never exactly in a stable relationship. they probably would’ve never spoken again if his mother hadn’t gotten pregnant. his mother returned to nigeria when minhwan was only a year old.

he moved to seoul to live with his aunt only a few days after his father’s death. she became the mother figure in his life that he had always wanted. the only downside is that she’d constantly scold him for eating too much junk food late at night.

he finished the last few years of high school in seoul, and that is where he became the student of ms. cho, the english teacher who would have a profound impact on him. sure, he still couldn’t speak any english by the time he graduated, but she had taught him so many values that he’d continue to carry for years to come.

it was in her english class that he was assigned the name noah.

he has a habit of falling in love with every and any girl group that he comes across online.

take away this man’s credit card because he will try to buy all of their discography and merchandise.

at 189cm tall, he sure has long dancers legs, but don’t ask him to dance. the only chorography he knows is from girl groups. plus, he’ll probably just end up making himself fall.

he gets sad when people automatically assume that he speaks english. what would ms. cho think about him now? he couldn’t even remember how to introduce himself.

he’ll probably call his guitar “baby” more than anyone else in the world.

sorry in advance to his roommate, because he’ll always have a bag of chips to munch on in the middle of the night.

[noahws]

  while it was true that he still knew little about you, noah enjoyed your company. there was always the unexplained presence of chaos whenever he chose to be with you. like he didn’t know what you’d do next. and truth be told, that was exactly the kind of person that noah had been looking for. a person who he could say peer-pressured him into doing something stupid of reckless, even if he had been a willing participant. there was something thrilling about getting into some harmless trouble if there was someone to take some of the blame off of himself.

  but so far, this didn’t seem like it was going to be the case. was it obvious that he was bored? if his countless sighs didn’t make it obvious, then maybe thrashing around in the stranger’s bed was doing the trick. in noah’s world, silence was incredibly dangerous. not only did it tend to put him in a crusty mood, but it also caused his mind to wander. groaning as he stretches his arms over his head, he stares up at the ceiling, contemplating his existence without saying a word.

  until he did. “you know, i don’t even know what your name is.”

  of course, he knew that you went by el, but that couldn’t really be your name, right? it didn’t sound like much of a name. besides, why would anyone be named something so difficult to pronounce? maybe your parents hated you. it was all coming together. “are you hiding your real identity? are you wanted by the police? you know, i admire your dedication, but i’m not sure if your job is really a good one for the type of hiding that you should be doing.”

@wselliot​

[noahws]

noah's sound ♫

the songs that noah listens to so often that the other meta members are probably starting to hold a personal grudge against him. but what else is new?

noah has always had a sort of obsession with music. but given the man who raised him, was that really surprising? his dad instilled a deep love for music in his son. besides the guitar that had been left for him, a passion for music was something that his dad made sure his only son possessed before passing away. music was there for him when people seemed too distant. there was a song that fit every situation and emotion. he sometimes wondered why people didn’t just sing everything instead of talk. wouldn’t the world then be that much more beautiful?

  there was something about music that noah felt was connected to his soul. no matter what language the song was in, the feelings could be understood. that’s when noah got an idea. if he sang loud enough, with enough emotion, maybe his mom would hear him. wherever she was. whoever she was.

  so despite knowing that his mom only spoke english, noah wasn’t deterred. with korean being the only language that he knew, his dream still stayed alive. if he sang from the heart, then he was sure that she would understand him. 

  last time he had wandered into a small stationary store, he had picked up the smallest notebook that he could find. sure, he could’ve written any lyrics that he came up with in his phone, but something about that didn’t seem genuine enough. as though if he were to log them digitally, then they somehow lost their value. he tended to be superstitious about the oddest things. maybe that was a trait he inherited from the mother that he never met. 

  the songs in his playlist reiterated the kind of feeling that he was hoping for within his own music. he wanted the listener to be captivated by the overall feeling of the song. if it made any sense, he wanted it to reach their heart before fully reaching their brain. maybe the lyrics wouldn’t even make any sense to them, and that was fine. as long as they felt what the song was trying to say. then his work was done.

  “so, mom. are you listening?”

[noahws]

wshwan​:

hwan was never one to resist an impulse. specifically those impulses that most would deem either reckless or idiotic - or in a majority of the cases a combination of both. he’s not quite sure where this particular set of impulses fell just yet, but he’s enjoying himself regardless. it takes a bit longer than he’d prefer to get noah’s attention, leaving hwan with no choice other than to accompany his decorative pebble tossing with boots-and-cats level beatboxing and a few random adlibs. he’s about to break out into a terrible rendition of that one meta song he likes but never bothered to learn the actual lyrics to when he hears the sound of a sliding glass door from one of the lower levels.

he catches the eye of a neighbor going out to her balcony to hang a few clothes up to dry. she doesn’t seem to be amused by the free show the trainee was putting on and stares up at him with the kind of disapproving scowl only a mother could have. he meets her glower with a tight-lipped grin. “window washer,” he nods, pulling the sleeve of his sweatshirt up over his hand before giving noah’s window a few quick swipes. “low budget this quarter. have to get by with what we can -” the stranger blinks a few times before disappearing back into the apartment and hwan turns back to noah’s dorm with a snort - 

“shi- !” he jumps, startled by the sight of the other’s face suddenly a few inches away from his own. “are you trying to kill me? scaring me like that?!” and no, the irony isn’t lost on him seeing as how he was the one creeping outside of noah’s window in the first place. hwan reaches out to give the glass a tap right under his chin. “hey. you gonna let me in or are we gonna keep this aquarium thing going?”

there’s some more stirring from the floor below, the clothesline lady making a second appearance, but this time with a phone in hand. “…today would be nice. before i get arrested -” he mutters, a bit more urgency in his voice as he reaches for the window’s edge. 

  at moments like these, there were so many irrational thoughts going through his head. then again, it was pretty rare that any notable or worthwhile ideas or concepts would pass through the vast wasteland that was his brain. instead of approaching the situation with any kind of rational reason, noah was almost positive that this was how it was all going to end. he wouldn’t be leaving behind any kind of legacy like his dad had. there wouldn’t be any witty speeches at his funeral, and god only knew that park would be too weak to be his pallbearer. why was this dangerous intruder suddenly making him contemplate his whole life? now he was starting to wish that you’d just hurry up and make it all end. 

  it takes a few seconds for his eyes to focus on your face and meet your gaze. after silently peering at your face, he lets out an ungodly screech before he flies back defensively. “holy shit!” dramatically dropping down to the floor and doing a barrel roll away from the window, his eyes go wide. “it’s all true! the stories that they tell you as a kid!” he whimpers, pulling himself up into a sitting position, pulling his knees up to his chest. “that if you don’t respect your elders and do all of your homework, goblins will crawl in through your window and take you away to a terrible land! this can’t be happening!” he groans loudly, starting to sniffle as if he were trying to hold back tears.

  you didn’t know that he was a great actor, did you? an agency should cast him in the next big drama. he’d become an instant hit! “no, mr. goblin! i know that you’re pissed off about being born so ugly, but please don’t hurt me!” he cries out, only revealing his grin to you by approaching the window again. what was the fun of having a spontaneous visitor if he couldn’t make you suffer a bit? chuckling manically, he darts his tongue out and scrunches his nose. “why don’t you give me a call next time? i would’ve prepared something for us to eat, at least.” undoing the lock on the window, he pushes it up as far as it’ll go. he guesses that the front door was just too uninteresting for you to even consider as a reasonable point of entry.

  noticing your attention being drawn to down below, noah pokes his head out of the window and attempts to get a view of whoever you were looking at. unable to see exactly what was going on, and being incredibly disappointed by this fact, he decides to continue on with his fun. “oh, don’t worry about it, neighbor! he’s totally not my illegal crime buddy! we’re just a couple of guys who like to hang out together and only participate in legal activities! we’re law-abiding citizens!” 

[noahws]

wsbonhwa​:

the pc bang was by no means busy, but that didn’t stop park’s imagination from wandering with each person in the room. he honestly wasn’t sure exactly what he expected his friend to look like. could they even call themselves friends if they didn’t even know who they were looking for? for all park knew, minhwan could be the strange man in the corner devouring a bowl of ramen. or maybe the girl who looked completely engulfed in whatever game she was playing. but soon enough he would know. 

he carefully scoured the room, looking around for any trace of someone who may be receiving his texts at that very moment when his eyes fell onto the other boy. in that moment he knew that he didn’t even need confirmation. everything just seemed to fall into place and it was as if he could envision the face in every single conversation that the pair of them have had. 

he tucked his phone away, confident enough in his intuition to ignore the buzzing that sounded from within his pocket as he made his way over. “hey!” he exclaimed, laughing quietly under his breath. “you’re minhwan, right? or i at least hope you are so that i’m not standing here like the world’s biggest idiot.”

  even though the place buzzing with a hundred different conversations going on at once, as soon as minhwan heard the generic greeting, he was sure that it had to be you. even though he had never met you in person, he was willing to call you his best friend. how many nights had they stayed up way too late together just to play the same game for the millionth time? besides music, talking and spending time with you was the thing that he looked forward to the most. he was used to his aunt scolding him for his gaming hobby, but at the end of the day, it was all worth it.

  quickly getting up from his chair, a wide grin spread across his lips, he raises his arms in the air, as if to celebrate the moment. “park! how did you know it was me? did you heart guide you? you know, if this were a drama, a romantic song would be playing in the background right now.” he chuckles as he lowers his arms back down to his side. “hey, don’t start getting too confident! sure, you were able to find me, but i’ve played enough overwatch matches with you to know that you’re at least kind of an idiot.”

  now that he finally had the chance to look at your face, he squints his eyes in concentration. he was somewhat surprised that you looked so normal. given your odd character preferences and mismatched gaming strategies, he had assumed that there had to be something off about you. maybe that assumption showed just how much minhwan really understood about the people around him. maybe he spent too much time gaming and not enough time in reality.

[noahws]

  therealmeta  — it’s spring! i hope that you’re enjoying the nice weather these days. to get the perfect vibe, make sure to stream ‘rooftop’ a hundred times! i did, and that’s why i’m smiling so much in the second picture. (also park took these pictures but i don’t want to give him credit)

[noahws]

wsrieon​:

ever since moving to the capital city, rieon’s noticed that, now more than ever, she’s being given ample amounts of attention from the opposite sex, and though she finds most of them dull and annoying, she’s also not a total moron. being treated to free meals, shopping sprees, ice cream dates, and more ? why on earth would she turn down offers that include one, or all, of the above, especially if the aforementioned offers are coming from handsome someones who, as far as she’s concerned, simply want to show her a good time by trying to woo her ? there’s a part of her that realizes how 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 it is for her to go along with these plans, but then again, all she’s doing is agreeing to meet up with someone for an afternoon of hanging out. what’s the harm in that ? sure, their wallets might become a little ( or even significantly ) lighter afterwards, and she’s not sure if she’ll talk to them ever again, but it’s all fun and games in the moment, right ? she tells herself this as she gazes at herself in the mirror; bringing her tube of lip-tint up to reapply her signature shade to the center of her pout; saturating it stunningly before setting it back into her handbag. the walk from the company to shinsegae wasn’t long, but she still felt the need to ensure that she looked immaculate before browsing the stores.

making sure her hair falls in the proper places, she gives herself one last once-over and exits; turning the corner only to find noah waiting on her. ❝ alright, i’m good to go now. ❞ she lilts, linking her arm with his — feeling safer with him being closer to her in a more crowded space. ❝ should we grab some coffee or some smoothies first before we dive in ? a drink sounds nice, but so does stumbling into every designer store around here as quickly as possible… ❞ rieon continues, squeezing onto his bicep. ❝ i appreciate the invitation, by-the-way. i’ve been kind of driving myself crazy with preparations for my upcoming evaluation, so some retail therapy is 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 what i need right now. it’s almost as if you read my mind. ❞

  noah couldn’t believe that you had actually agreed to spend time with just him. his bandmates had made fun of him just days earlier for thinking that he ever had a shot with you. and while there really wasn’t any confirmation that this was anything more than a friendly outing, he was thrilled. while it had been your beauty that first caught his eye, he was determined to learn everything there was to know about you. what were your favorite things to do? what kind of foods did you like to eat? were you scared of the dark? maybe he should’ve brought a notebook with him. he already doubted that he’d be able to remember everything. maybe that’s why he asked if you wanted to meet up at the mall. there’d be plenty of distractions there, so his nervous antics would be less noticeable, right? he could always hide in a dressing room stall if things went really wrong. yeah, that was a good idea. he’d have to remember that one for later, just in case.

  leaning against the cool wall, he watched as the crowds of people walked by. they all seemed so natural— as if they knew how to act in public without making fools out of themselves. noah was starting to doubt whether or not he had the same abilities. but there wasn’t another second to worry about such trivial things before his breath was taken away. looking up just in time to spot you walking towards him, he almost felt like falling over. the tile floor didn’t seem like such a bad place to lay down, anyways. no matter how many times he laid eyes on you, his heart skipped a beat. why were you even bothering spending time with someone like him? but then again, maybe he didn’t want to question his good fortune.

  “i was starting to think that you ran out the back.” he chuckles sheepishly as he brought his glance down to rest on you. “you know, i wouldn’t really blame you with your busy schedule and all. are you even allowed to be doing stuff like this? aren’t most idols on lockdown all the time? you’re not going to get in trouble for this, are you?” he furrows his brows. he still didn’t completely understand how people lived their lives as idols— or why they would want to be one. it just seemed like too many rules to live by. how were they supposed to enjoy their lives?

  but it really wasn’t any of his business, was it? shut up, noah. but of course, he just went right back to talking. “i’d say that we could do both at the same time, but last time i tried that, it didn’t really end well. did you know that store employees can get really mad when you accidentally spill your mango smoothie all over their clothing displays?” his eyes slightly widen, as if he were reliving every moment of the encounter. “and they didn’t even have my size in the end! talk about a disappointment.” he clicks his tongue, giving his head a slight shake. 

  despite his nervous rambling, noah was already enjoying his time with you. offering you a genuine smile, he then shrugs his shoulders. “oh, come on. i should be the one thanking you for actually agreeing to my idea.” he chuckles. “well, why don’t we grab something to drink first? you must be exhausted from all your practicing! maybe we should rent one of those little carts that look like a car— you know, the kind that you can rent for kids as you walk around the mall.”

[noahws]

sunghoonws​:​

he tried really hard to not pay attention to the way he was being stared at, focusing on his phone while still looking out of the corner of his eye to see if eyes were still on him. and every time he looked, they were. god, it was so weird. sunghoon didn’t even know this guy… why was he staring?! did he look weird? did the other guy know him? what was happening? he was on his phone texting his friend bomin, ‘this guy keeps staring at me… i don’t know what to do, it’s freaking me out!’. 

when sunghoon noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, he froze up. oh my god, he was coming over… he was holding his phone so hard in his grip that his knuckles were turning white, and his heart was beating in his chest with the nerves that were eating at him. when the other stops near him, sunghoon finally turns his attention to the other with wide, cautious eyes.

“uh… yeah, i am in a group.” what did that even mean? spend more time in a makeup chair? kinda insulting but okay. sunghoon’s brows furrowed a moment as he listened to the other. “you want… female idol numbers.” he blinked a moment as he processed. “i don’t even know your name, buddy…” sunghoon laughed a moment in disbelief. this was crazy! wait until bomin heard about this.

“you’re just gonna walk up to a stranger and ask for digits?” the confidence… that’s wild.

  noah thought that this whole interaction was going pretty smoothly so far. if his aunt were with him, she’d chastise him for his utter lack of self-awareness. but to noah, there was nothing off-putting about his behavior. he’d always make a point of reminding her that he was just an outgoing guy! and while that was true, he had a habit of making people uncomfortable with his upfront and forward attitude. 

  but as usual, he was completely clueless. looking you up and down for a moment, he purses his lips in understanding before nodding his head a few times. “yeah, i could just tell that you were part of a group. idols just have a certain look to them, you know? and you certainly have. . . it.” gesturing towards your face in a waving motion, he shoots off a quick thumbs up. it wasn’t that he looked down on those in the idol industry. if anything, he admired them. how could they sing and dance at the same time without missing a beat? he could barely walk without falling over on a good day.

  noah clicks his tongue at your response, flicking his wrist nonchalantly. “my name? my name isn’t important. don’t you think that it adds more mystery to everything if i remain anonymous? some girl will get a text from me, and she’ll come to you looking for answers— but you won’t know what to tell her! just that a tall, dark and handsome guy was so charming that you handed over her number for the greater good! it’s like something out of a drama, right? are you telling me that you don’t want to be part of the greatest love story ever?”

  brilliant. his plan was just brilliant. any girl would be swept off her feet at the gesture. he was sure of it. you on the other hand. . . you didn’t seem so sure. he lets out a brief sigh before putting on a uniform smile and extending his hand out to you. “you can call me either minhwan or noah. choose wisely, mr. idol!” 

[noahws]

wsellie​:

“uh,”she stood blank-faced, staring incredulously at the man before her. for once, eliana was speechless. she didn’t know what to think of noah, or how straightforward he was being. wasn’t he embarrassed? 

some people just had no shame… “i don’t really go by my real name,” she shrugged. it was the truth, since moving to korea there were only a handful of times eliana was called by her full name. “it’s always been my nickname,” it hadn’t always been, but it was easier to say that it was than to explain to him the real reasons why she exclusively went by her stage name now. 

“oh, i’m not leaving because of you,” but before she could try to lie to him re-assure him, he was already trying to help her pack up her stuff. eliana was left dumbfounded, again as noah grabbed her water bottle and tossed it carelessly into her bag. she prayed that the lid was on tight.  “thanks,” she mumbled, reluctantly expecting the help. the last thing to grab was the small speaker on the floor. “well, that’s everything,” she paused to look around the room. “i guess i’ll get going now, see you around,” eliana said before trying to make her exit. 

  his aunt had always told him that if he wanted to make friends, then the key was to be true to himself. she’d shake her fist in the air and declare that nobody would want to be his friend if he wasn’t true to himself! only now did noah realize that he shouldn’t have taken her advice. maybe if he had walked into the room and pretended to be the member of a popular idol group, then you’d be interested. instead, the constant fumbling over his own words made him out to be a nobody. a loser. 

  taking a deep breath, his hopes of being an instant hit dashed, he carefully zips up your bag. maybe he’d been too pushy. had he come on too strong? these were the kind of questions that were bound to keep him up at night from now on. “you are leaving because of me, aren’t you?”

  it wasn’t often that he managed to accurately read the room, but your reaction to all that had just transpired was so blunt that even noah couldn’t confuse it for anything but the truth. still not wanting to admit to defeat, he offers you a brief smile and a rapid bow. “don’t worry, if you see me around, you can pretend that we’ve never met before, okay? it’d probably be less awkward that way, right?” he laughs lightly, even though in actuality, he almost wanted to cry. 

  “or if you really want to put on a performance, tell security that i don’t even belong here, and have them kick me out. that’d probably at least get my name in the headlines, right?” shooting a quick thumbs up in your direction, he abruptly turns away and walks hastily out the door. if speed walking was an olympic sport, then noah might just qualify.

[wishbonerecords]

META  -  Rooftop

Rooftop ( single ) ㅡ RELEASE: 05.05.2022 ㅡ TITLE MV: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpaUh_BGqE0 ㅡ TRACKLIST: https://spoti.fi/r00FTop ㅡ LYRIC BOOKLET

Ⓒ All Rights Reserved Wishbone Records

[noahws]

  noah barely found himself thinking about high school. in fact, it was something that, at times, he actively did his best not to think about. all of the studying, the deadlines, and the bullies that roamed the halls were the first things that always came to his mind. while he probably had a better experience than some, he was still enterally grateful that his education was over. even though his aunt had always begged him to go off to university, it was never an idea that noah took seriously. music was where his heart was.

  but every so often, he’d find himself missing some aspects of his years in school. the free lunch and the people that he surrounded himself with daily were what made it all worthwhile. he missed hanging around with his old friends and doing everything but schoolwork while in their classroom. he often wondered what they were all up to. he’d lost access to his kakaotalk when he broke his old phone and couldn’t remember any of their phone numbers. how else was he supposed to contact them? no matter how hard he tried, he always ended up adding the wrong accounts and getting some very unpleasant messages.

  so, whenever his bandmates were busy doing their own things, noah would always kick himself mentally for his stupidity. if only he had managed to keep in contact with his old friends, then he’d have other people to hang out with. but, what could he do about it? the chances of running into them again seemed slim to none.

  it was funny how life worked, wasn’t it? as he walked slowly down the road towards his favorite convenience store for a late night snack, he glanced up from his phone to look at the person walking towards him. having only done it so that he wouldn’t bump into he, the sight of your face caused him to stop dead in his tracks. it couldn’t be. eyes widening, his mouth hangs open. “bitna— is that you?”

  @wssol​

[noahws]

therealmeta — snacks, snacks, snacks! when i close my eyes, i see snacks! when i look up in the sky, i see snacks! what’s your favorite kind of snack?  by the way, it’s noah.

[noahws]

wssuji​:

The vibe Suji got from Noah, and this was speaking as generously as possible with the little information she had of him from Park and their few brief encounters with each other at Wishbone, was that Noah was basically the dumb, affectionate younger brother from any Disney Channel sitcom. Suji was pretty sure he wasn’t even the maknae of Meta, despite the obvious energy he gave off. Still, he was approximately what Suji imagined what having a younger brother was like.

The snacks he was choking on as he opened the door for her really sold the image, though.

She raised an eyebrow at Noah’s speedy word vomit, jumping from Park’s apparent new cult status to boasting about his own credentials over his leader’s. She’s sure Park would probably laugh it off if he heard, likely used to it considering all the time the band had to spend together living in the same dorm and working together for years, but it still felt like she had fallen into a teen sitcom. If only for the absurdity of watching Noah choke on snacks and speak like a tv show character.

“Oh, maybe I should text him then.” She lifted the bag of rice cakes she had brought in her hand, digging for her phone out of her bag with her free hand. “I wanted to give him these before we went out for the day. He probably got caught up in a schedule, so no need to worry about a cult.”

  it felt like all of his brain power was going into trying to understand the current situation. it wasn’t playing out like he thought it would. where was the love letter? you were supposed to bashfully hand him one before running away just so that he could chase after you in the rain. he had it all planned out perfectly. but it turns out that you were only here to see park? that definitely burst his bubble. 

  with his heart nearly broken, he halfheartedly stares at the bag that you were holding up. if it weren’t for the fact that its contents were edible, then noah wouldn’t be the least bit interested. but his stomach was stronger than his heart, and it was telling him that rice cakes would be the perfect snack to top off the bag of chips that he had just been enjoying. “oh, you were going to spend the whole day with him?” why was park keeping all of his friends to himself? was there something more going on between you and him? noah was trying to connect the pieces, but there wasn’t enough activity going on upstairs to generate any kind of answer.

  “i mean, yeah, we have been pretty busy preparing for our next comeback—” he trails off, realizing that his lounging around probably made him out to be some kind of liar. he didn’t tell many lies, but he sure was lazy. besides, after the usual practices that they all ran through together, noah felt like he was ready to perform on stage. how much preparation really had to go into having a comeback?

  “it doesn’t matter how busy he is, he shouldn’t be forgetting about your plans like this! i swear, the old age is really catching up with him. before we know it, he’s going to be waddling around with a cane in his hand!” noah shakes his head slowly, finding the thought of the inevitable near future shameful. “maybe you should start looking for some younger friends before it’s too late.”

[noahws]

wsellie​:

the girl blinked, confused. sure, her given name wasn’t typical, but she wasn’t typical.  “no, it’s not,” she stated bluntly. “my real name is eliana, but i’ve always gone by ellie,” at least she had for the past two years living in seoul. she couldn’t remember a time back home ellie, but the nickname had grown on her. 

“i don’t know of an elena at wishbone records, but i also don’t know many of the trainees. maybe you got the wrong person?” she wasn’t necessarily offended that the man didn’t know her name, she didn’t know his. she was annoyed that he was bothering her during her practice time.  she kept the same blank look on her face as she listened to the man let out an awkward laugh. the whole situation itself was uncomfortable, and eliana wanted nothing more for him to go away, but he seemed insistent for some reason. “did you need the room? you can use it, if you need it,” her rhythm was ruined by the mans intrusion, and she didn’t think she would get it back before the thirty minutes were over. 

“i think i’m done practicing for now, if i’m being honest,” eliana said as she got off her chair and started packing up her things. 

  despite the fact that he had wanted to disappear completely just seconds earlier, hearing you finally respond to him caused him to pause mid-step. maybe this was going smoother than he had thought. shuffling his feet against the floor, noah peaks his head back into the room. “ah, you know, i was just trying to impress you. your online profile showed your real name, so i thought that if i knew it, you’d think i was cool, or something.” he exclaims, stomping his foot. “man, i really blew it, didn’t it?”

  maybe this was all a mistake after all. the last thing that he wanted to be was a nuisance. it would’ve been different if he were close with you. bugging his friends was one of his favorite habits, but when it came to people he hadn’t gotten the chance to know yet, then he ended up feeling like a real jerk. this was one of those moments. 

  “oh, c’mon, you don’t have to leave just because of me. i don’t belong in one of these rooms, anyways. i’m pretty sure that if i tried dancing, then i’d be leaving in a stretcher. god blessed me with long legs, but didn’t have the time to give me coordination.” he chuckles awkwardly, still unsure if he should enter further into the room or continue to back away.

  “why don’t i just, uh— help you pack up your things?” he quickly hurries over to you, arms stretched outwards. grabbing a random water bottle off the floor, he chucks it into your bag, assuming that his speedy action would at least be appreciated since it was making your job that much easier.

[noahws]

  was it creepy to that he had been staring at you for a while now? yeah, probably, but admitting that it was creepy made it less creepy, right? that was the logic that noah was willing to go with. he often tried to find ways to distract himself while hanging around backstage, waiting to perform on music shows, and today was no different. but instead of aimlessly scrolling through social media, he kept tabs on your location instead. he tired not to make his intentions obvious, even though he probably already stood out amongst the countless idol groups that were occupying his surroundings. he paced around in the same area for a while, glancing over at you every few seconds.

  it wasn’t like he was some sort of crazy stalker fan. in fact, he didn’t even know what group you were a part of, or probably more importantly, what your name was. he was willing to testify to that in front of a jury. it wasn’t so much you that he was interested in, but what you could do for him. and somehow, noah still didn’t think that his actions were creepy or out of the ordinary. so, with all of the confidence in the world, he finally decides to approach you. 

  and then suddenly, he gets cold feet. stopping only a few steps shy of meeting with you face to face, noah quickly turns around, starting to question his intentions. what if you laughed in his face? then all of your friends would probably gather around and make fun of him too. but maybe you were the loner type who didn’t actually have any friends. that would bode well for him if your reaction was to criticize him. then he could just create a sly diversion, maybe like kicking you in the shins, before running away and never seeing you again.

  liking his new plan, noah spins back around to face you. he makes the few steps needed to end up beside you by shuffling his feet against the floor. despite his close proximity, he refuses to make eye contact. only after a few seconds of silence does he slightly lean over and clear his throat before starting to speak. “you’re in some sort of group, right? you have that look to you, which i don’t mean in a bad way, or anything. you just look like you spend more time in the makeup chair than you do performing.” or was your beauty natural? either way, with a face like that, there was no way that you weren’t an idol. noah was almost in awe of your aura, which was maybe part of the reason why he couldn’t look at you straight on. “so, if you’re an idol, than you probably know a lot of girl idols, right?” he raises his eyebrows. “you know, i haven’t gotten the chance to talk to many of them by myself. it’s always just in passing at shows like this when we’re supposed to introduce ourselves. but you’re friends with a lot of them, aren’t you? you’d be a real pal if you, i don’t know, passed along some of their numbers.”

  starter for @sunghoonws​

[noahws]

wssuji​:

Although she had technically left Wishbone Records ( if you could count being moved into a joint subsidiary as leaving, which Suji didn’t entirely ), she still found herself in the same places and circles she was in when she was a Wishbone trainee. Even if the number of idols and trainees under the company was relatively small, it still surprised her how easy it was to still see the same faces on the daily. At least, she made the effort to. Having moved between three different companies and two cities in the past few years, Suji quickly learned how hard it could be to actually keep the promise of keeping in touch ( cough cough ). 

She climbed the stairs up to Meta’s dorm, carrying a box of rice cakes in her bag. Even though she had been to the Meta dorms before, she still never quite shook off the habit of bringing something whenever she visited another person’s place. Besides, no one ever really said no to freshly packed rice cakes. Making her way to the entrance of the dorm, she clicked the doorbell, waiting patiently for Park to answer.

To her surprise, it wasn’t the band leader who opened the door, but Noah. The two had crossed paths before briefly, but never had any long or meaningful discussion besides greeting each other in the company or whenever Suji visited Park. All she really knew about him was that he was a guitarist and her age. “Oh, hello. Is Park home?”

@noahws

  it had started to feel like noah was always alone in the dorm while the other members were off doing something adventurous and cool. at least, that’s how he imagined it. for all he knew, they could be out doing their taxes or something. and who could blame them for not just sticking around? it wasn’t like their schedule had been jam packed lately. but still, he couldn’t imagine always wanting to be out and doing something. what was wrong with staying put and just relaxing? noah thought it was the best way to spend any amount of free time that he had.

  and so there he was, still lounging around the dormitory after having only rolled out of bed in the later hours of the morning. maybe that was another reason why it felt like he hadn’t seen much of the other meta members lately. by the time he managed to leave his room, everyone else had already started their day. still attempting to rub the sleepiness from his eyes, he drags his feet against the floor as he paces back and forth. “why didn’t they at least try to wake me up?” he asks himself under his breath, his words mumbled due to the large handful of chips that he had just shoveled into his mouth. “i probably would’ve woken up on the second or third try.”

  had they heard his words of complaint? had his prayers been answered? with the doorbell going off, noah suddenly assumed that they had all returned home to collect him before going off on another adventure. what pals! but, wait. why would they be ringing the doorbell to their own dorm? squinting his eyes and munching on a few more chips for courage, he slinks over to the door before opening it. he was ready to scold the entire group for so carelessly forgetting their keys.

  and then suddenly his eyes went wide. were you here to visit him? when everyone else was gone? was there about to be a secret love confession made? he nearly chokes on the snacks still in his mouth. “park? oh, no— i haven’t seen him in forever! i’m starting to think that he ran away and joined some sort of cult. he’s kind of weird, so it makes sense, you know? but i’m here, and some people say that i’m an even better version of park! the younger and handsomer version. it’s true!”

[noahws]

wsbonhwa​:​

there wasn’t much that was different from the usual schedule of parks day. he spent most of his free time huddled up in his favourite corner of the pc bang, trying not to yell too loudly to disturb the other occupants while he wasted his day away nerfing enemies. his cousin would often scold him, say that there were much better ways to spend his time (and also that he could maybe work more to contribute to their combined bills) but, the small amount of cash he had coming in was just enough to cover his small portion of bills. and that was good enough for him.

when he had first reached out to his team about the possibility of meeting he genuinely hadn’t expected anyone to agree. and yet, here he was, finding himself checking the directions to a different pc bang than usual. minhwan. he repeated the name several times, making sure it didn’t slip his mind and he would accidentally blank out, referring to the other boy by his screen name or something.

he stopped outside the door, double checking the address before he shots off a quick text.

[hey! i’m here now.]

he watched his phone for a few seconds, seeing if a reply came through before he slipped his phone into his pocket, opening the door and looking around to see if he could pick his friend out of the crowd of strangers.

  one thing that minhwan didn’t have a lot of was patience. he was usually pretty good at hiding it when it came to the things that mattered, but whenever he found himself waiting an extra minute for his video game match to load or for the bus to arrive, he would easily start to become fidgety and irritated. this was almost one of those moments, but there was also an air of nervousness surrounding him. as close as he was with you, meeting in person somehow felt risky. while he was used to logging in online and chatting with you for hours, the thought of finally seeing your face made his palms sweat.

  what if your face was funny looking? would he be able to stop laughing long enough to properly introduce himself? even worse, what if you ended up thinking that he was funny looking? minhwan probably wouldn’t be able to recover from that. suddenly realizing how shallow his thoughts were, he gives his head a big shake. why should it matter what they look like? they enjoyed the same things and had the same aspirations— you were already a beautiful person to him.

  the buzzing from his phone made him jump in his seat and rapidly look around. he didn’t see anyone new around him. “okay, you can do this. sure, you’ve always been told not to meet people off the internet, but park seems cool. besides, if you get murdered, then at least your name makes it into the news. that would be enough to make dad proud.”

  after his quick pep talk, he types out a quick reply before pressing send. [hey! who knew that you’d actually show up on time? you struck me as the kind of guy to show up whenever he felt like it. or are you just trying to trick me bc i don’t actually see you anywhere. unless you’re the guy in the corner who keeps making bowls of instant ramen but he’s been here for a while]