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( 너와 나의 promise ) ⁎ 2025 , halls of ninety9 creative . ; ⸺ + @pettypoetic !

even a dose of easy-does-it friendship straight to the veins can't fix whatever broke in her today. (when in doubt, just go find daon)— it's critical, there's some spring loose. knocked aside by a stupid boy she didn't even like and just said yes to because she always gives everyone a chance. because she feels bad saying no. and then what happens? same thing as usual; a month later (if that), they're kicking her out the car they invited her into. so it's hardly her fault that nam yerin is walking down the ninety-9 creative halls with daggers for eyes and an aura so tempered-toxic it's almost pathetic (or deadly), really. she's a melted candle, she's a sad little star and like sad little stars do, she crashes right into the world—

she rounds a corner and collides directly someone with a little sound of surprise that's only diffused pitifully when she looks up, lands eye contact— and then sighs. a heavy, shifty sound, as she takes a step back away from him, then another.

iseul. how can a man be so constant, so forever... what kind of man keeps his every promise? every one? really... her gaze is depleted already, a confliction in their depths as they feel an equal stab of comfort at just his presence.

there are sounds all around here in the company halls. makeup and costume staff gathered outside of a meeting room door just 15ft feet away really. right over iseul's shoulder- she can see them already staring. (not the staring...)

"oh, iseulie. we should just talk later, alright?" she says it, as though they had talked at all lately, and like she had some intention to reach out. she gazes into his dark eyes and wonders what road they'll take. reasonable, friendly communication or whatever that other thing was that they often stubbed their toes on like a bedpost, whenever they both felt too much too strongly at the same times. (she has a sneaking suspicion she knows already.)

pettypoetic

another day, another chance to haunt the company hallways. despite it being an off morning without a schedule, iseul finds himself feeling exhausted after spending a few hours holed up in the vocal room, running through warm ups and practicing before his lesson. that was a few hours ago, and iseul as usually got carried away, his growling stomach the first sign of how much time had passed.

now, iseul turns the familiar corners of the hallways, greeting staff members and dodging carts of makeup and costumes. he’s stuck between choosing stew or kimbap when something or rather someone knocks right into him. surprised, iseul stumbles slightly and reaches out to grab the other person, stabilizing both of them. his hands only fall once he realizes it’s yerin. perfect timing, he thinks to himself, smile already stretching across his face as he moves to invite her to lunch, words getting caught in his throat as he hears her heavy sigh before watching her take a few steps away from him.

he blinks confused, as he runs through his memories of the last few times they’d crossed paths struggling to remember if he’d done or said anything that would have pissed her off or upset her. it would be hard to forget the history between them, the rocky road they’ve had since deciding to become friends once their relationship ended. although what they were to each other changed, that didn’t mean that iseul didn’t care about her, in fact he probably cared too much about her.

something's off, wrong, iseul could see it in her shoulders, the way she holds her body. something has made her angry or upset her and honestly iseul should probably just let her go, walk away from him and try to reach out later. but when has iseul ever done what he was supposed to? instead of biting his tongue, he reaches out, hand gently grasping her wrist.

“what’s wrong?” that was not what he had meant to ask; instead he had meant to lead in with something else. but in front of his friends and loved ones, iseul has always struggled to don the mask that he does with the fans and the media. instead, he lets his real personality flicker through, still upbeat but less filtered and way more emotional.

everything else around them seems to fall away and iseul forgets where he is, instead his entire focus narrows down on yerin. “where are you going?”

#; inception | threads #w. missyouyerin #;promise #{i hope this is okay!#i'm so excited to write these two and to experience all of the angst and feelings ♥}

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goldyashes

ahseop remembers his dance academy days. everything felt simpler back then, chasing after a dream he hopes to achieve in the near future. meeting others who shared similar aspirations in the dance academy had been one of the reasons why ahseop wanted to keep going, eager to be among those who would eventually reach the stage. with a few friends along the way, if it's possible. some would call him one of the lucky ones, despite failing miserably when he first tried to debut. now, as a member of sodapop, he managed to keep his position within the industry. that comes with its own setbacks though, the boundary between fan and idol blurred by the company itself. moreover, he needs to maintain the image set out for him, the likes of a doting boyfriend.

it's hard to turn that off, even when he's surrounded by friends from his old dance academy, who asked to hang out. ahseop's head isn't in the game, so to speak, too clouded by fansign events where sweeteas were acting too comfortable with no reprimand. the other portion of his brain is bombarded by the flurry of articles written about him; how they've spotted ahseop smoking after a schedule, how ahsoep is a little too close to his previous mc partner, how all the good deeds that ahseop has been doing over the years are only his attempts to cover up his horrible behavior and bad decisions. but are they wrong, when ahseop has been indulging a few habits that will do nothing but tarnish his reputation and ruin his overall health?

when the alcoholic beverages started coming out, ahseop feels his throat go dry. he could numb the thoughts in his head with a sip, or two, or more—he doesn't know whether he can stop himself though, he doesn't expect a reunion to be place where responsibility is strictly upheld. after a few rounds of holding the mic, ahseop excuses himself out the door. everyone else seems to be too busy to realize that ahseop is stepping out a little early, it's odd to leave the room when drinks are finally being served, but ahseop doesn't trust himself around alcohol in such a relaxed atmosphere. maybe it wouldn't have mattered, since ahseop fished his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and took one between his lips, lighting it with twitching hands.

the cloud dissipates, for a moment, clearing up enough that he can finally breathe. which makes no sense, because there's smoke wafting around his face and he's messing up his lungs with this. this isn't a good habit to foster, but his hand stops twitching, and that's what he needs now. unfortunately, he spots iseul from the corner of his eyes—instantly, he feels the guilt and shame wash over him, enough that he can't maintain eye contact with the other boy.

"i needed to step out for a little bit," ahseop admits, letting out another breath as the fog of smoke leaves his lips. "the room was starting to feel a little stuffy," he continues, keeping his gazed locked to the ground below them. "you're out here too, avoiding something?" he questions, trying to avoid the subject.

maybe he sounds a little curt in his responses, but ahseop never knows how to react when he's caught like this. all he knows to do is to run, but that'd be rude to iseul too.

pettypoetic

as iseul leans against the cool brick of the wall behind him as he lets his eyes rove over ahseop. it had been a long time since they had seen each other outside of crossing paths in busy hallways or making eye contact backstage in between performances. at one point, iseul would have considered ahseop one of his closest friends but somewhere along the lines, something between them had caused to drop off, to lose contact, and to drift apart. despite that, there was always going to be some soft part of iseul that cares for and worries about ahseop whether he knows it or not.

like right now, in this dingy alleyway next to a building crowded with their shared friends, iseul knows he’s worried about ahseop. but he also knows that his worry might not be welcomed after all of this time.

iseul doesn’t like to keep up with the gossip, to see articles written about himself or those he would consider close. but he knows it’s a trade off, something that’s part of the game. he knows he handed off any semblance of privacy when he first signed his contract. it had taken a while for the realization to settle in, that their every move would be documented, every thing said dissected and more often than not taken out of context. iseul has had to learn the hard way by watching a lot of his friends fall victim to the same pitfalls of rumors mills and upset strangers. so, he’s aware of what is being shared online about ahseop but iseul knows to take everything he reads or hears with a grain of salt, instead preferring to make his own assumptions.

“you could say that i’m avoiding something.” iseul keeps his tone friendly, lighthearted despite the shortness of ahseop’s words. he knows the other is probably feeling cornered right now and honestly iseul should probably walk away and give him he can only guess he would want if he were in the other’s shoes. but iseul is a stubborn idiot, a loyal stubborn idiot who hates to see his friends hurt. “honestly, i was tired of the loud music and would rather get some fresh air with one of my oldest friends.”

“though i suppose i could head back in if you’d rather be alone.” iseul says as he fidgets with his phone, tossing it up in the air slightly before catching the corner, an old habit from years of not being to sit still even when he should. he chews on his bottom lip as he watches the other, waiting to see if he should pull back rather than continue to push.

#; inception | threads #w. goldyashes

the sight of kiha in the doorway causes iseul’s soft smile to grow wider as he leaves the doorway and makes his way fully into the practice room. he tracks his movements and feels both comforted and a bit ashamed as kiha makes himself comfortable against the wall of mirrors.

it wasn’t uncommon for this to happen; for one or more of the members to slip in to practice rooms, studios, vocal rooms, with nothing more than a few words, content on posting up in a comfortable spot and providing support in whatever way worked best. normally something like that would work for iseul, would help him relax, unclench his shoulders and turn his session from grueling to fun. normally, iseul would preen under the attention, would try and get his members to join him in whatever song he was practicing or god forbid even pick a random choreo from another group and spend a few hours learning it together.

tonight was not one of those nights though. while seeing kiha in the doorway brought a smile to his face, iseul feels conflicted inside. he knows the other is here to check in on him, to support and care about him. but he feels agitated and restless, and he still can’t figure out why he’s feeling that way.

biting his lip, iseul takes the flimsy excuse and runs with it. “when i’m done, i’ll help you stretch out.” he says before turning back to the pc in front of him and hitting play on his playlist once more. with the music thumping, perhaps way louder than it should have been, it’s easy for iseul to forget he’s not alone. he slips back into the same headspace he had been struggling with before, eyes tracking his every movements in the mirrors as he struggles with simple steps he has nailed hundreds of times before. he mentally chastizes himself and makes a note to repeat the song, intent on perfecting his movements.

like an idiot, he keeps going until he’s covered in a sheen of sweat and his body is aching once more, begging for a break or for him to call it a night. it isn’t until the final songs ends and the studio falls into silence once more that he falls down onto the wooden floor of the studio, panting and mad at himself. “that was awful, wasn’t it?” he asks aloud, knowing kiha has been keeping post, watching him torture himself.

#; inception | threads #fever001.#w. foldsem

hi there and sorry for disappearing! unfortunately, my irl blew up and that meant i couldn't spend time on things that i really wanted to, like writing with all of you. but i'm back and will be responding to all waiting messages and posting replies here shortly. please like this post if you'd like to plot and i will send you a message.

#;selfish waltz

spring nights with @goldyashes.

iseul sinks into the fabric of the bench seat behind him and rubs at the right temple soothingly. he had met up with his old academy friends a few hours ago for what he thought would be food and drinks. little did he know that would include a trip to the noraebang where they proceeded to squeeze everyone into a room that felt big at first but slowly has begun to feel smaller with every few songs they sing. the problem with being friends with so many talented friends, is that every song turns into it’s own mini performance complete with backup dancers and fanchants.

the buzz iseul had grown the last few hours has started to dwindle, leaving him just feeling warm and tired. leaning forward, iseul grabs at this drink only to find it empty, a few ice cubes rattling around inside of the glass. pushing himself up, he squeezes past his friends waving off the mic and sidestepping a few hands intent on dragging him into their choreographed dance. he shakes his drink and points towards the door, backing his way out before finally closing it behind him. the hallway is quiet, or at least quieter than the room they’ve booked, the only thing iseul hears as he makes his way down the long hall is the thumping of base and some strong high notes escaping the room next to theirs.

iseul stops at the front counter where he leaves his empty glass in the care of the bored attendant behind the counter who is more interested in her phone than him before slipping out the front door. he has a few hours before he has to head home and hopes some fresh air will help him feel more awake and refreshed. whatever he was hoping for, iseul is dreadfully unprepared for the blast of cold air as he steps through the sliding doors. he shivers and cuddles down into his hoodie, woefully underdressed for the weather. rather than hovering in the doorway, iseul pulls his phone out of his pocket and heads to the little alleyway next to the noraebang. he stops in his tracks though as he makes eye contact with ahseop. iseul sinks down into a crouch across from him, leaning his back against the wall as he takes in the sight of the other familiar face. they had run into each other in the beginning of the night but iseul hadn’t managed to corner ahseop to even say a few words to him. “i was wondering where you had gone.”

#; inception | threads #w. goldyashes #{i'm really sorry this too much longer than i had said. i hope it's okay!}

task 001, prompt one: the audition

iseul remembers the weeks leading up to his audition being nothing but a chaotic mess. he had struggled to narrow down exactly what he was going to perform during his short amount of time, only to decide the week before and then spend every day obsessively practicing. he remembers feeling exhausted and irrational until his mom finally stepped in and forced him home. they had fought, a loud screaming match that was uncommon for their household. his mom had finally won though, scaring iseul with the idea that he could fail despite all of his hard work if he kept going on the route he was. he remembers deflating after that, the exhaustion finally taking over and sleeping for almost two days.

after that he was much more clear minded and level headed.

iseul remembers showing up to the large building, a number in a sea of faces with his notebook clenched tightly in his fist. after that it felt like a whirlwind of activity, being placed in a room of kids around his age and told to dance to a random song that blared over the speakers. luckily for iseul, muscle memory from years of freestyling with his friends for fun kicked in before he could really think about it.

that luck landed him the chance to move on to the next round where he performed to one of his favorite songs shock, showing the staff his own choreographed piece as well as following along with the original choreography. from there, he sang (not bad but not well) a few lines from fiction by his favorite group and then nervously rapped his way through his own lyrics.

iseul remembers leaving the building that day with a stone in his stomach and the crippling fear that he had failed. he had spent the days afterwards almost in a daze as he ran through the audition in his mind, thinking about all of the ways he could have done better. imagine his surprise though, when he didn’t fail. he still chalks it up to luck, to maybe one person took a liking to him for some strange reason, but he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and instead counts his blessings.

#midas:task001 #; inception #{i might rewrite this later; i'm not sure}

fever. (jan '25.) open starter.

iseul twists the top of his water bottle off and lets out a deep breath. he takes a giant gulp of water and slumps against the wall of mirrors against him. he takes a few more swigs of his water and slowly begins to sink down to the floor. he was covered in sweat and breathing heavily, body exhausted with the amount of hours he’s spent holed up in the practice room already.

if there’s one thing that’s well known about iseul it’s that he’s a perfectionist, a creature of habit, and probably too competitive for his own good. even in the times remedy wasn’t actively promoting a comeback, it wasn’t rare to see him wandering the halls of the 6th floor. he’d practically had been haunting the practice rooms since his early debut days. and while iseul swears he could perform most of remedy’s discography in his sleep, he spends a good amount of holed off in the familiar rooms.

tonight wasn’t any different, iseul had woken up this morning stressed and a bit anxious. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. he had gone through all of the motions to try and ease his anxiety but no matter how many breathing exercises, bike rides through his favorite park, or games he played on his phone, he just couldn’t shake it. it just seemed to weigh heavier on his shoulders, bringing his mood down all day.

in times like these, iseul retreated to the practice rooms. growing up, dance was the only thing iseul found that seemed to help him; that was how he fell in love with dancing in the first place. like a sailor lost at sea, music and dancing had always been his guiding star home. tonight had been a struggle though. he hadn’t been able to shed his worries as easily as he normally would have and even now, two hours later, he was still tense, shoulders feeling stiff.

he lets out another deep breath as the music stops, silence falling over the studio as iseul realizes he forgot to his repeat on his playlist. it was late when he arrived, first few floors practically a ghost town, and now as the hours continued to tick by iseul wonders if he was only one of the poor unfortunate souls left in the building. he lets out a deep sigh and rubs his hand over his face as he takes one last gulp of his water before capping the top. tossing it back towards his duffel bag, he pushes himself back on his feet and begins to make his way over towards the pc in the corner. before he can hit play, he hears the practice room door open. looking over his shoulder, he spots a familiar face, a smile softening his face instantly. “hey! what are you doing here?”

#midas:open #; inception | threads #fever001.

hey there! i'm rai (she/they) and i'm really excited but nervous to be here and bring you my son, iseul. please feel to like this post if you'd like to plot. i also have a discord for those who prefer that instead.

below the cut you'll find a condensed version of iseul's bio as well as some very simple plots.

#midas:intro #;selfish waltz #thank you for the welcomes #i'm sorry this is awkward #pls let's plot

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