i'm so sorry- I had zero time at Halloween... I was going to do everything on November 1st, but i had a serious hangover I was busy making horrible life decisions so I missed it-
and then, consequence of another horrible life decision, i broke my laptop.
it only got fixed now, but here I am-
if we were supposed to write something for halloween i'm super duper sorry and we can change it into another thread if you're okay with that ;w; i'll be here and on aim ( doraesungie ) the whole day sobbing over the loss of my precious gifs so if i don't get to you first, come talk to me..
( / leaning forward on the counter, daesung turns his head a few times to look around, a few strands of hair flying out of place ) Hey! ( / lips part in a grin as he greets a few familiar faces as they pass by, eyes curving happily and laughter bubbling up on his lips. he stops to share a few friendly words with a passerby, offering a soft grin before his attention shifts to a small, lithe figure flitting about ) ... ( / daesung eventually recognizes the figure as yul, scouting possible customers for the attraction. she looks as bright as ever, the zombie costume simply exalting her charm in a way slightly more adapt to the festivity. the boy raises his voice a little and beckons his friend closer, a grin playing across his lips and his eyes glinting with good-natured mirth ) Yulhee-ya! How many people have you called in so far? ( / he watches her with slightly widened eyes, cocking his head as he waits for an answer )
That'll be 5000 won, thank you! ( / daesung flashes a warm smile at the customer and waves cheerily as they step away into the gates of the house ) Happy Halloween, enjoy your trip! ( / he's completely focused on his job, making sure to hand out compliments on costumes, or wishes of a good experience— maybe even the casual promote of seoulstars— along with tickets and change. there was an excited buzzing filling the air, and daesung admitted that he could have gotten off a lot worse. he certainly hadn't enjoyed the idea of participating in a haunted house but, hey, this wasn't so bad. it was actually pretty interesting, watching all the different kinds of people pass by, although the random shrieks that echoed out from the house did throw him off a little ) Yes- you just need to keep walking, it's totally safe... ( / bobbing his head at the last worried mother in line, he doesn't even notice when a young woman slowly approaches him from behind ) Yes, m'am, there's nothing to be worr- ( / a soft tap on his shoulder distracts him, and he murmurs a few words for patience, answering the mother before finally turning to the one who had called for his attention ) Ne— ( / daesung immediately stumbles back, arms splayed and a shout caught in his throat, escaping in the quietest whimper. he recognizes the figure in front of him immediately, of course— he had never actually watched 'The Ring', but the cursed girl's appearance didn't escape him ) I- I- ( / stammering, another thought grazes him, and he decides she's just a ghost, not the real sadako. still- a ghost. a real life actual ghost. ) I swear I've always been respectful to graves, I-
A puff of breath escapes his lips as daesung raises his eyes to the quickly darkening sky, numb fingers clamped across his arms in an attempt to prevent what little warmth he had from escaping. This October had brought about sharper winds, and although he suffered the cold more than many, he had to admit that it was just the right weather for Halloween. A shiver racked his body— whether because of the cold, or because of the equally chilly premonition of something out of ordinary happening... he wasn’t sure.
"Well... Still, at least I’m not acting."
He halfheartedly tries to reassure himself as his gaze sweeps around his surroundings— he was leaning against the door of the booth, waiting for the event to start. As he admires at the haunted house’s eerie decor, a sudden flicker of movement at the corner of his vision snags his attention. Without willing it, he tenses. Wide eyes following the shadowed figure, Daesung feels his cheeks flushing and swallows hard.
"...T- Tyler? That's you, right? Genius, I'm not falling for it... "
The tremble in his tone gives him away and he quietly clears his throat, waiting for another anxious second before deciding not to chance anything and slowly beginning to walk to the house. If it really was his friend, he could say he had wanted to go back in to warm himself— if not... he was ready to run for it.
Dae's a scene worker and ticket booth seller so if you need either of those in your plots, feel free to tell me!
1. this isn't the reality i wanted
dae's just the guy who sells tickets. they told him he wouldn't have anything to do with the actual haunting, they reassured him no one would try to scare him- so why is he somehow being dragged away from his suddenly occupied booth by a lonely customer who refuses to go in alone?
2. sweet tooth
two possibilities: 1) you're a staff member and drop him little treats every now and then to keep his energy up and make a game of having dae guess who you are ; 2) you accidentally leave the fruits of a hardcore night spent trick-or-treating at the booth, and dae, thinking they had been abandoned, helps himself to (more than) a few.
3. black cats
daesung is definitely the jumpiest person around, and although he's not generally superstitious, nights like Halloween tend to make him a bit more nervous than normal. so when you come along stepping on all the cracks visible, accidentally break a mirror, and just generally seem to ooze bad luck (or simply potentially hazardous clumsiness) - dae makes sure to avoid you as much as possible
4. exorcist
dae is absolutely convinced that the house is really haunted after some strange sounds he overhears while working with the props, and your character drags the two of them deep into the house to prove it's not true. this could result in both of them either getting lost and freaking out badly or laughing it off.
(cover) Wheesung - Best Man
sungbyme
Published Oct 26, 2014
Coming back to this channel after a pretty long time! Exams and all, they drain your body and mind. No kidding, bro.
Anyway, I decided to audition for seoulstars, a charity organization for singers/rappers/dancers. Since the entire point of the program is to bring better days to those who aren't as fortune as us, I chose one the sweetest songs I know ㅋㅋ I hope you all enjoy it~ and go check them out!
{ song and lyrics }
The camera pans onto Daesung sitting on a wooden stool, dressed casually. The atmosphere is decidedly different from his early videos, where he tried to cover his visage as much as possible, or simply hid behind a lyrics slideshow. His straight posture radiates more confidence now and he flashes his usual warm smile; eyes crinkling as he raises a microphone to his full lips and begins to speak.
"Hi guys! This is Daesung, and I'm just going to repeat this for anyone that didn't read the description—"
His tone is playful as his eyes narrow, making a show of judging those who hadn't looked it over. As he continues, his unoccupied hand freely goes about waving and gesturing along to his words.
"Yeah, so, I'm recording this for Seoulstars, a group of artists who perform for a good cause— it's like, ah... volunteering, basically, and since it's a great way to get more experience performing while also brightening someone's day, I wanted to audition.... Ne, without anymore distractions, here's my cover of Best Man, by Wheesung."
He breathes out softly as the music turns on, starting to let his voice flow. The live recording picked up by the microphone is placed over the video's original sound, the slightest intake of air or vibration in his tone rendered audible.
오늘따라너와의저녁식사가맛이더좋아
너땜에그런지왜이리좋은지눈물이찔끔나게행복해
오나의행운의밤문득이런생각이들었어
괜찮은사람괜찮은친구괜찮은아들로서살고싶어
Daesung had chosen the song for how easy and enjoyable it was for the audience to listen to and sing along. Seeing how his voice was noticeably higher than the original singer's, he had chosen to lose some of the husky tone and resort to a sweeter, lighter version, and his own lips part in a wide grin at it's happy vibe.
멋있는인생보단맛있는예를들면우리 kiss 같은
그런삶을살아보고싶어. 너와함께있는지금같은
He follows the lyrics with his gestures, playfully dragging a finger under his full lower lip before bobbing his head along to the beat, leaning forward and flicking his wrist as the chorus starts, ad-libing where it could be permitted and furrowing his brows as he thins his voice in a high note.
I’ll be the best man 모두가헤맨진짜사랑할줄아는남자
내자신에게자랑스런내가되어보고싶어
I’ll be the best man 소중히내게주어진선물같은하루를
오내곁의모두와재미있게살고싶어
As the music draws to a finish, he chances a wink and quickly reaches for the camera, covering the lens with his hand for a moment to black out the screen. Moments later the now empty stool is visible again, slightly out of focus, as Daesung's loud, awkward laughter rings out.
It's a golden rule that no lasting friendship can be maintained without a few fights and clashes... or so they say. Daesung tries to keep that thought in mind as he stares at his silent phone, stubbornly placed far out of his reach. Crossing his arms around his head and pressing his cheek to the marble countertop, a heavy sigh escapes his lips. This was so childish, ignoring each other after a fight, but his relationship with Dahye had always been a bit rash— always quick to fluctuate between extreme highs and lows. This time, it seemed like they had hit rock bottom again. Daesung's eyebrows knit together as slight annoyance pricked him, ruffling his (rarely present) ego. When was she finally going to learn that spending money buying things she already had would put her in trouble? Daesung had just been trying to help when he stopped her from buying the umpteenth bracelet. The premonition of some strong annoyance had weighed down his words but he had spit them out anyway— big mistake.
So now he was there in his kitchen, sulking silently with his eyes fixed on his phone. It had already been days since their fight and although guilt had rapidly overtaken him, any anger evaporating mere minutes after they had stormed off, he still believed that for once he was the one who deserved an apology. For once, it would be up to Dahye to swallow her pride and call him.... that's how it was supposed to be, right? Wrong? Should he really have left her to her wishes? Did he have any say in her life? Hadn't he just been looking out for her?... Was she okay? Was she still that upset at him?
Daesung groans and shakes his head, rubbing his steadily freezing cheek on the cold surface. Why were they making things complicated?...
...Luna what?! Sphere?! ( / daesung's jaw drops almost comically, eyes widening for a moment in surprise before they curve and disappear again ) Really?? Oh my god- ( / he's grinning like an idiot now, even as his friends shake their head in dismay at how outdated he is. he actually has a good reason- daesung spent the last few months chained to his desk, not wasting a second away from his textbooks and notes. it had proven to be worth it, since he had scored a secured place in a good college for next year- but now, more than anything he just wanted to catch up with everyone and everything he had been missing out on. and, apparently, he had been missing a lot. quickly sliding his fingers through messy locks, he fumbles for his phone, hesitating after tapping the screen ) I should still have her number somewhere, I think. Do you think it's too late? ( / the question, obviously, is rhetorical, and he blatantly ignores the painful sighs expelled in his direction. pushing out his lower lip in an absentminded pout, he scrolls through his contacts until he finds the number he was searching ) ... ( / the last call record was months ago- praying she hadn't changed numbers he types in a quick text, murmuring ) Well, here goes nothing...
[ sms : moonlight 양 ] Hey, it's Daesung! I heard you got into Sphere!! I know it's really really late but I've been living under a rock ㅋㅋ CONGRATULATIONS \o/
[sms : moonlight 양 ] Are you free later?? Let me treat you out as an apology for the timing~
— Seoul’s streets had never been friendly for those without a roof over their heads. Granted, he wasn’t busking for the money at the moment, and he was actually in one of Hongdae’s biggest parks… yet still, as he sets up his speakers and tries not to blush when people’s gazes cross his messy little corner, Daesung feels very much laid bare. The familiar comfort of standing second row on stage isn't there to sooth his anxiety- here, he's a singer, and on his own. Here, he'll be making a name for himself.
As he fumbles with the cables he lifts his head, letting out a soft puff of misty breath and watching it unfurl and float away. This was his chance to be listened to, for once, to share his voice. Once he's done preparing, he rolls the mic between his palms a few times in a half-hearted attempt to warm them up. Best to begin quickly, before his fingers became too numb to hold the stand. Clearing his voice quietly and gripping the mic tight in one hand to keep from trembling, he turns on the accompaniment- low, just enough to give him a base security. The familiar beats flow out and he takes a steadying breath before letting slide the first of his re-written lyrics, his eyes wandering in the search for a passing stranger that might understand, and stop to hear.
끝나가는 하루
막은 내려가고
삶의 무대 뒤에...
지친 배경이죠.
파도가 힘이 새
어떻게 이길까
고개를 내리며, 맘를 접는 순간
모두에 눈엔 이미 사라진 나
메아리조차 남길 수없는데...
안개를 통해서 멀리
나의 꿈을봐.
Daesung's voice is as melodious and soft as ever, roughing up towards the edges to emphasise stronger notes. His voice expresses all the emotion the lyrics hold, reaching out to the tired civilians and wrapping itself around their hearts, halting them and holding them close with his husky tone. Tensing up for the chorus, he clutches the mic close to him, clenching his other hand and closing his eyes tight.
Stop and stare, I think I'm moving but I go nowhere. Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared, but I've become what I can't be, oh....
Stop and stare, you start to wonder why you're here not there. And you'd give anything to get what's fair, but fair ain't what you really need, oh... can you see what I see?
His voice rings loud and clear, pitching up when needed as Daesung even adds a few ad-lib vibratos. He lacks enough confidence to turn to his usual staccatos but still projects the song with the same strength, putting his all into it. As he passes to the second chorus he opens his eyes slowly. The sudden audience in front of him takes him by surprise, and he flashes a nervous smile before continuing. Second verse, hook, chorus until the end... he almost lets himself relax as the instrumental kicks in, finishing the song. Daesung always lost himself in this song- which was exactly why he had chosen it, so he could drown his thoughts in music and show, to whoever was watching, the singer Daesung, the future idol Daesung. His dreams and hopes are stitched into each breath, and the last line slips past his lips softly, quietly, delicately.
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