fidget.
idjowi:
“it’s okay, i googled it and chileans aren’t native english speakers either, so they’ll be chill. besides. maybe they’re just happy to see us, right? when was the last time this many groups came to chile at once. if they’re here they’re predisposed to be like, pretty understanding if we fuck up, probably. if you forget just like, vocalize semi-phonetically.” she says this like she hadn’t spent hours pouring over the syllables, asking sophia for tips, and san, and anyone else she could track down.
it’s refreshing, haeyeon thinks, to be able to work on a project with someone like jowi. the two don’t know each other well; they only really started to talk to on another after they were put onto this special stage together. it’s nice, though, to be able to work with someone who has a similar mindset to her. the two of them are both dedicated to being the best, to putting on a perfect show and being afraid to let anyone down. well, at least on haeyeon’s end she’s afraid, that is. she’s had to work so hard in her career to get to where she is in the general public’s eye. starting off as someone that wasn’t even seen as an integral part of her group, she had to fight tooth and nail to be accepted as someone who deserved to be in jinx.
haeyeon is used to be the oldest. she’s older than many of the girls in the industry now, most of the girls she sees backstage at shows fresh and starting new. even though jowi is technically 2 years younger than she is, it doesn’t feel that way when they sit and talk. there’s a maturity with jowi that haeyeon isn’t really sure she wants to know where she got it from. even with the well rounded image he has, haeyeon can tell that there’s something about her that feels too old. too used to the damages the life of being an idol entails. there’s a sharpness there that makes haeyeon feel like jowi can hold her own, but at the same makes haeyeon feel like she’s dealing with a ticking time bomb.
jowi’s candid response forces a laugh out of haeyeon, the boldness of it reinforcing the respect she has for the other girl. “no, it’s okay,” haeyeon says with her eyebrows raised, a surprised smirk on her lips. “it’s actually really cool to hear someone speak their mind. most people are too intimidated by me to actually say things like that.” she studies her own face in the mirror for a beat, taking in her facial features, wondering what exactly it is about her that makes people think she’s not approachable.
“going off script on stage if i fuck something up is definitely not my strong suit,” she breaks off with a quick laugh. haeyeon had to work so hard to get to a point where she felt like a performer after having her confidence broken from debut, so having to think on her feet on stage is terrifying to her. she doesn’t know what would be worse: to fuck up what she was supposed to do or try and unfuck up her fuck up and fuck that up even worse than before? “hopefully we won’t have to deal with that.” hopefully if it does happen, haeyeon won’t freeze up and feel like that scared 18 year old she used to be that was afraid of even stepping onto a stage in front of people. afraid of being anything other than perfect.












