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[rowonlgc]

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[rowonlgc]

@rwon_h just posted a photo.

let's go home

[lgcjisoo]

"a bittersweet beginning where we are completely at opposite ends, and slowly making our way back together to be a family again.... something that starts of resentful or bitter from both ends for different reasons," jisoo muses, wondering how much moodiness he can exert. he didn't favour himself the stronger actor at all of the pair, but it's not like he was a potato. but this was for fun! a short skit meant to express a lot in a mere three minutes. "i wonder if there's a way to comedically spin this or to make it so dramatic that the fans want more."

fans demand an actual series! he could see it now. maybe not. but a boy could dream. "we could have dramatic exchanges and cuts to make make use of how little time we have. although i wonder if an extreme amount of cuts would annoy people... damn. why did it have to be such a short window of time?"

don't call him up to win an oscar for short screenplay anytime soon here, but he could see snippets for the roles they would be playing. two brothers glaring at eachother. and then at a compromise at the middle of end of it all... there was a vision there.

[rowonlgc]

rowon considered jisoo's vision for a moment. he could see it unravel in his head—a time lapse of untethered resentment tearing the brothers apart, only to have them walk symmetrical paths that would eventually merge at their inevitable ends. there was a lyrical rhythm to it that could translate into some profound meaning if this were a movie.

but they were limited to three mere minutes, and from the sound of the other shorts, it wasn't supposed to be that serious.

"perhaps we can remove the mother," rowon mulled, eyeing the stache-stroking producer. "we can say daesong tasked yours with looking after her, but she managed to slip out. or we can have her bedridden so when your character needed daesong to be around, he was nowhere to be found. ... still too serious?" he really wasn't good with thinking casual.

[rowonlgc]

familial love — w. @lgcjisoo

there was some irony in the character rowon had been prompted to play.

he was the older of two—a hardworking older brother who was never around the house much but was nonetheless expected to step into the critical role of the head of the family after their father had passed. the burden lee daesong carried fuelled discontentment, at times resentment, but still, he pushed through.

jisoo was to play the part of his troublemaking younger brother, whose entire appearance in the three-minute short felt like a test of patience.

that was all they were given.

rowon watched the current actor-model pair on set from a distance. it was a tale as old as time: boy loved girl, girl loved other boy, boy hated boy. except the heroine was a middle-aged off-screen producer with a moustache. he got a kick out of that.

"i suppose he'll be playing our mother," rowon commented, glancing over at jisoo who the stylist had dressed more alternatively. "any idea for what scene we should do?"

[lgchyuk]

“wow the place looks so much better now.”, hyuk avoided the question at first, as he entered the apartment, already taking his jacket, shoes, and mask off on that exact order, his eyes roaming around the place, a smile covering his face with everything decorated.

he still remembered when rowon broke the news that he was moving out of the legacy dorms and to his apartment. it wasn’t pretty on his side, hyuk mentally admitted that because he hoped he’d get that from his friend, not by finding the place empty. but even when they found themselves apart and arguing, they always found a way to return to the moment when their friendship started.

“i’m sure you can come up with something delicious. you know i’m easy”, he replied, finding his favorite spot on the couch, with a privileged view of the kitchen. hyuk always liked rowon’s food, and it was easier to live off his food than trying to make people cook stuff the way he liked (he always ended up comparing them to anything rowon would cook for him). “i could offer help, but i bet you don’t want me around and risk setting the kitchen on fire.”

he was fidgeting with what he wanted to tell his friend; it wasn’t a big thing, but he made sure he was one of the first to hear it. hyuk played a few scenarios in his head, imagining rowon’s reaction to it, but he needed to tell him first before he could see if it was going to fit any of the holes he imagined for that. “i’m leaving the dorms”, he blurted, running a hand over his hair as the prolonged silence fell between the two of them and then he finally could end it with a “...because i’m going to debut”

[rowonlgc]

there was nothing in the fridge for hyuk.

rowon thought this as he perused the ingredients crowded onto the second shelf, which had been unceremoniously reserved for dinners with minjun. he had vegetables, meats, a block of tofu, the last two eggs in the carton—but nothing he could spare.

his eyes flicked up to the top shelf. there sat a couple of condiments, ssamjang, doenjang, gochujang, and the last serving of kimchi that had lasted him a miraculous six months ... then a tub of old rice that he was planning to throw out, if minjun didn't have a better idea for it.

kimchi fried rice it was.

he dragged out the pitiful ingredients and halfheartedly decided to donate an egg so there was some protein. maybe he should've gone with delivery after all but knowing hyuk, who was sprawled out on his couch like he owned the damn place, he'd complain. and rowon didn't feel particularly in the mood to deal with that; he had spent his entire morning fending off minor annoyances.

hyuk was wanting to tell him something, though. rowon could sense it from the awkward air that hung around hyuk's words, as if he were still trying to figure out how to say it. usually, rowon would help him along, prying with curiosity and underlying intent; this time, he chose to stay quiet. hyuk was a talker. he'd find a way.

leaving the dorms. rowon's hand stilled around the knife that was wedged between stalks of bright red napa cabbage. debuting.

"you don't seem excited."

he should've said congratulations. and i'm happy for you. or perhaps took them long enough, you deserved it. that was if he wanted to perform. if he wanted to be the perfect person for someone. but hyuk had already seen him with a chink on his armour. there was no reason for him to continue acting.

[lgcmjun]

minjun listened to everything in silence. He was even motionless when rowon touched him, from the hoodie to the lips, he couldn’t just move. he kept his eyes on the man in front of him, listening to what he said and trying to process those words. 

and, instead of being sad, because rowon’s words did hurt him, he felt anger. hot, blinding anger started to grow inside him, and minjun had to fight against every dark thought that crossed his mind, knowing someone pressed just the right buttons to make rowon that insane with jealousy - so insane that he felt he needed to hurt minjun to get his point.

after a long moment of silence between them, minjun reacted with a sigh, peeling himself off the ledge where he rested his back and crossed his arms, every wall that was once down, up and high. “i’m leaving for two months, a new tour and promotion. i came here in hopes to spend this time with you.” he didn’t hide the disappointment, anger, and even confusion in his tone (he hid his sadness, or tried to). “i got the perfect farewell speech. thank you, hyung. you really made me feel special.”

minjun shook his head, the words he wanted to say making him choke, suffocating him and making his eyes water - he hated how rowon could make him break so easily. “answering your questions, the coaches. they suggested junnie, they probably heard you calling me during our countless schedules when we were trainees. as for rehearsed words, that’s a way of calling me fake.”, he chuckled, no humor in his voice though, “that’s a first. and…i can’t answer your last question, hyung. i’m sorry you don’t believe me. i’m sorry if my words and everything i’ve been doing the past years apparently aren’t enough.”

that i’m not enough.

minjun hated everything he was feeling now, but most of all, he hated how he could feel a breakup coming up. to be honest, he never thought it would happen; he had hopes, dreams, wishes.

you’re not one of the lucky ones, kang minjun.

“i guess..i should go?” 

please don’t let me go. 

his lips formed the hint of a smile, but it never reached his eyes. “please be safe, hyung.”

[rowonlgc]

minjun was, in every sense of the word, his. he'd been his for some time now, perhaps even longer than rowon could trace back. but as minjun stood before him, pressed up against the rooftop railings, his voice teetering between disappointment and sadness and a brush of anger—rowon couldn't see what was his at all.

but to be rowon's was an impossible request. it required someone to surrender their freedom and identity and to rewire everything they knew about what was right and what was wrong. before their names should be his—like a bird he captured, kept, and fed, who had long forgotten the world outside of the cage it was put into, they should belong to him. rowon's bird.

rowon's minjun.

that was not who stood in front of him. rowon could only wonder where he'd gone wrong. had he left the door to the cage open? or had he been too kind to let this bird fly around, trusting it to come back to him the same? he should've tightened his grip. then, maybe, minjun wouldn't be looking at him like this—with eyes that betrayed the smile he was forcing.

"are you happy, minjun?"

he only asked because he had a good idea of what the answer would be: yes, but not right now. and he'd choose to hear just the first part.

"i am. i know it may not seem like it whenever i come to you like this, but i am."

his eyes flittered to minjun's lips. he wanted nothing more than to resolve this with a kiss, but that was equivalent to giving a bird water; it would be satiated until it became thirsty again.

"sometimes i wonder if the way i love is wrong. if it's too oppressive, suffocating, or unfair. if you love someone, truly and entirely, you wouldn't want to see them like this, would you?"

rowon lifted his gaze once more. his next question came frayed, stripped bare of intent. he was merely curious.

"if i let you go, would you come back to me?"

[rowonlgc]

behind the spotlight — post-interview reflection

"danny im ... was it?"

what did he think of danny im? in truth, rowon knew next to nothing about the trainee prior to their interview. which was fascinating, since he had eyes and ears everywhere around the legacy corridors. surely, with danny being a trainee since 2023, there would but some talk—but nothing had reached rowon's ears. that either meant that danny wasn't a troublemaker, or he was cleverly evasive. judging from first impressions, rowon was willing to bet on the former.

"there's more to him than he lets on."

a smile curved at his lips as he sat forward in his seat, clearly keen to keep the suspense. not that it was necessary. this wasn't a drama.

"my initial impression was that he had a more ... laissez-faire attitude to life. as in, he would allow things to happen to him, but would rarely chase after it himself unless he was pushed to do so. but after our chat, i think i might've underestimated him. danny has a fighting spirit. he's just not letting it out."

rowon paused. he had to consider his words carefully; danny was still a trainee, so everything about him was widely speculated. one wrong word from a senior could very well ruin the public's perception. rowon didn't want that. danny seemed like a lost duckling; rowon couldn't help but feel a little responsible.

"let me rephrase. he hasn't had the opportunities to let it out. i'm sure if given the chance, he'd surprise all of us."

[lgcdanny]

"Oh, yes! Those vlogs must be fun to film," if by fun, Danny meant between a rock and a hard place type of fun, or oh held hostage by knifepoint - yea, after a few workshops and vlogs, and this interview, Danny is still trying to get the hang of things. Every time makes it easier, but no doubt he's not a natural at this. "I will have to check out your channel first, and then we can consider me joining as a guest one day." Hopefully after he debuts one day. Eventually. He's a relatively 'new' and not as seasoned as some of the other trainees after all. "Do tell, what have you already done for some of these vlogs? Or should I await when I check out the channel to be surprised by the content?" He is genuinely curious, and despite their exchanges here, he's learned that Rowon is quite collected, but he remains unpredictable. "Advertise away. I don't have any channel or vlog series that I have attached to my name, but never say never."

"Oh... As long as we're given a recipe, I can play the part of a head chef. Nobody said we had to win," he coughs lightly, tugging at the edge of his hair by his ear. Playing, but not to win? Danny does have a slight competitive streak. "But where would the fun be in that? No time better than the present like we said earlier - for me to practice on my skills before the big showdown. We could make this work," Danny says with a feigned knife slash in between them, before sniffling lightly to stifle a laugh.

[rowonlgc]

"nothing to run home about," rowon mused.

that was the selling point of his personal channel—mundane, boring, calm. he didn't film it with intent to entertain, and the comparatively low engagement reflected that. his videos were meant to be played in the background while the viewer studied, or perhaps as a force-reset for those who felt overwhelmed.

"i've gone on walks, kayaked along the han, fed a couple of strays around the block. recently, i tried my hand at baking croissants." a smile fell on his lips. "not particularly exciting to watch, but it gives you a peek into my world when i'm not han rowon, actor."

that, too, was a lie. his world was quite the opposite: turbulent and distressing, the corners of his mind clouded with distrust. everyone had a motive and they were rarely ever good.

"if it's anything like the actual masterchef, we'd have the freedom to cook any recipe. i say we go for something we're both comfortable in making, lest our nerves get the best of us with the clock ticking down." danny seemed like the nervous type, though rowon wasn't sure if that could be attributed to danny's personality or his consumption of caffeine. "we'd win. i'm certain."

and so, he drew the next card.

[lgcjisoo]

jisoo thinks it's brilliant that rowon managed to make an interactive and creative season's greeting. he could never. actually, he could never. never the brightest crayon in the box, the likelihood of him being one of the many problem solvers was slim. "i don't know if i'm the right person for this.. definitely not part of your target audience," the model murmurs as he takes the card, eyes narrowing at it skeptically. after he's left school, he feels as if his mind has been dusty from disuse - this truly would be a test. after an impossibly long silence, he throws out something from left field that clearly isnt' the answer. "unknown? known? no? nevermind, i do not know what i am saying. nevermind..." he hands the card back to rowon. "are there any hints at all or am i supposed to just get it from this?"

again, he's never been a mastermind at much of anything, so riddles were not his forte. "pray tell, this is one of the harder ones and not the easiest one, otherwise i am doomed for the remainder of your months for the season's greeting." jisoo glances at some of the fans who were still fully invested into trying to solve the riddle. hey, it definitely garnered more retention than a cool photo that they flipped through and got over in a second.

[rowonlgc]

"'not too easy, not too hard' was my goal," rowon mused, taking the card back from jisoo. the riddle was the first one he'd come up with—or rather, the first one he recalled having solved himself at a royal show back in australia. this meant that the answer could easily be found online as long as someone translated the riddle to english.

the other two, he had came up with. similar to the first, their answers were also common four-letter english words. if everything went well, a third of his fans would be showing off the contents of the box to garner buzz while the other two-thirds would be scouring social media and working together for an answer. it was going to be frustrating, but he knew the delayed gratification would pay off.

"the answer is five." he didn't think to explain it, and instead, allowed his gaze to trail over to jisoo's portion of the booth. "what theme did you do?"

[lgcdanny]

"Oh! That would be so kind. Meal prep. I don't know if I'm good enough at it yet, because I'm sure at the rate I'm going, I'll cook something that doesn't taste good enough to make me want it for multiple days. And I can't afford to go hungry with these practice hours," Danny lets out a little choke, and clears his throat. "I mostly cooked Korean dishes because it was what I was used to eating at home, but it doesn't quite taste the same as at home. And I don't want my parents to have to cook for me when I am an adult, and I'm not living with them," his eyes widen a little at the admission. Sure, they've offered, but he'd rather not impose it on them when his parents were also working, and he didn't want it to become a habit. "But I'll take you up on your offer regarding the recipes, yes please. Healthy ones, I take it?" He jokes a little, not minding if they were healthy or not, but he would assume...

"If I was cheating, I could say this as an answer to the next question. But we could make a duo for the next Legacy Masterchef if they ever came back for another season. Although I might be more of a detriment towards the partnership..." He smooths out the strip of paper and states the question, "Don't worry, I'll actually provide a different answer after, but the question is... If you had to create a duo project with someone in legacy, who would it be and what would be the vibe?"

[rowonlgc]

rowon knew his answer, but it wasn't an appropriate one.

the question sounded innocuous enough. most people wouldn't blink an eye at it and would rattle off seniors in the industry or close friends without thinking about what it revealed, but lay it out, and it would be as plain as day. such a question told the audience who they looked up to, who they were close to, their motivations, and their values.

to be perfectly fair, most people didn't care about those things.

but for rowon, who had spent his entire life crafting a very specific image of himself, it was something he had to consider.

"a café crawl," he answered smoothly. "i've been filming these vlogs of me doing mundane things or trying out new hobbies. one of my plans for a future video is to go around local cafés and try their pastries and drinks. i know we just talked about our resolution of cutting down on caffeine, but i'd love to have you come along as a guest one day." he feigned a sheepish smile. "i didn't mean to shamelessly plug my personal channel, you'll have to forgive me."

"legacy masterchef would be fun. we'd make a great team. i'm good with filling in the gaps and being calm under pressure. i can keep us grounded." rowon raised an amused eyebrow. "but if i play sous chef, that would make you the head chef."

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[rowonlgc]

break time confessions — jang yohan, ep. 7, wc. 410

for a man who had a reputation of being stoic and proper, jang yohan had made himself comfortable in the confessional seat. his arms laid out on either rests, one foot propped up against the leg of the chair, the other shaking. it stilled when an off-camera interviewer asked for his thoughts on his colleagues.

"i do not discuss performance reviews with anyone other than the intended employees and manager ahn, if she so asks."

rowon had ran this reaction by the producers prior to filming. yohan, at his core, was loyal to his team; and though he flanked them for the smallest error, he had their best interest at heart.

the off-camera interviewer, who was really just a rookie they'd pulled aside, continued to press him. eventually, yohan relented.

"the success of this company rides on the effort of the collective. we've had good and bad batches of interns come and go, but i can say, with confidence, that our current hires are among the best. jisu's good at thinking on her feet. that's a valuable skill when meeting with clients that have unusual demands, though she can be flighty when her thoughts get the best of her."

"i don't understand noah. it was brought to my attention that we're only a few years apart, but his behaviours remind me of my nephew. what is a tiktok? why do we have poorly edited videos on there when we are a marketing company? it's not consistent with our brand image, but the social media team insists that's the only way to go 'viral,' so i've dusted my hands of that department."

"ren could benefit from speaking up more. he likes to keep his head down and do as he's told, but he offers some of the best insights when given the floor. he has the kind of mindset that's honed by exposure to different cultures. that's invaluable when it comes to understanding how to brand. if his contract gets renewed, i would want him on my team."

is there anyone you wouldn't want? "myungsoo. he's lively because he lacks the awareness of what it means to struggle. a good portion of us here, myself included, worked our way from the bottom of the barrel. it's gruelling work. it takes grit. myungsoo puts in his hours and is pleasant to work with, but i don't see him thriving under pressure. he would do better on the social media team."

[cherrylgc]

rowonlgc

lead actor. rowon isn't someone who is proud of his achievements. if he succeeds in something, so be it. that's how it is. he doesn't celebrate. doesn't talk about it unless it's advantageous to him. if he doesn't succeed, then it's not a big deal; he'll find another way, or he'll change the goal completely. but the title is nice to have. it's like cherry said—finally, they're starting to feel like real actors. "i heard we're ahead of schedule so they're going to film more ad-libs." rowon sets down his copy of the script which seems unloved compared to others' that are heavy with notes and highlights. the only 'highlights' he has are different colour tabs that indicate which characters he's interacting with in each scene. cherry's is yellow. "it doesn't seem like our characters would get along. yohan likes to run the office, and if you don't do things his way, he'll humiliate you in front of everyone." "or perhaps we could go in the opposite direction and make them a pair of unlikely colleagues." he peers up from the script book. "what do you think? should we try ad-libbing that?"

is still feels weird to say out loud… lead actress. cherry needed this, since her breakup from the summer, she’s been feeling… weird. like she’s fine and absolutely terrible at the same time. she was never public about her relationship, and her dad was the only one she told about it, so when they broke up, cherry had no one to talk with. she’s needed something positive, and something to take her mind off things, and this is exactly what she needed.

“unlikely colleagues does sound a bit fun to me” she nods her head “jisu is loud and can come off as unserious, but really she works hard, and she’s very loyal to those she trusts and like” cherry hums. “they could be an unlikely match, a pair of friends nobody expected to be friends” she chuckles.

“i think we should try ad-libbing that” she nods “i’m curious what our heads can come up with”.

[rowonlgc]

in truth, rowon didn't spend much time mulling over his character; yohan felt like an extension of himself, crafted from his penchant to want things in certain order and people in certain places. the bit on yohan's loyalty to his subordinates was haphazardly thrown in last minute when rowon realized he hadn't given him any likeable trait other than he works hard. everything else came with a caveat.

"they're similar in age, no? perhaps she caught him at a bar when he initially moved here for the job." it wasn't something that would come up in their ad-lib, but if their characters were such good friends, that meant she must've seen him when he was piss drunk and miserable. "yohan was getting over a two-week long relationship at the time. he would've been ... a lot more open." tongue in cheek. he thought it'd be a funny little quirk if yohan was the type to fall deeply.

[lgcdanny]

His brows raise in pleasant surprise but the supportive commentary from Rowon allows him to feel more comfortable as the interview goes on. Nonethewiser, he nods along, listening to the actor's words, taking in each statement and phrase as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded - in a way, it is. Part of Danny will be elated once the cameras cut rolling.

He follows Rowon's displays of his lucky items, fascinated that it is all carried on his body, in a way. "Ahh, I like that they're material so you have the physical embodiment of them. And much easier to carry around rather than what I've heard some people have, which are clothing items since... You'd have to wash them, or I'd hope. This is much more practical," Danny responds, glancing at the bracelet which looked rather expensive and of nice quality. "And I like that both are also gifted from others. I wonder if they are lucky too, in which the luck became transferable," he says offhandedly, his brain transitioning into the next phase of new questions already.

It seems that he is extremely transparent because the statement is correct. "You're right, I have it written down... Although I find that I rarely look back at it once it is written down in that respective journey, but it is always mentally here, lingering until somewhere through the middle of the year. In this case, I fear I will be possessed until the habit is enforced. The main thing I want to focus on is trying to dispel any self-doubt. It's so dangerous to get into that mental headspace. And a more realistic one I have on my resolutions is to start cooking more. And to give tea a fair chance. Side question here, is it possible for someone to consume too much coffee in one day?"

[rowonlgc]

"i don't think i'm the right person to ask that question," rowon mused as he took a sip of his iced americano that he'd abandoned since the start of the shoot. it made him sound like a coffee addict, but he was very much not; he only went with an iced coffee since that was what danny had asked for. "i'm not too keen on tea. how should i explain it? it's, mm ... the vibe. tea puts me in a different mindset. i'm inclined to relax when i have tea, but when i have coffee, i'm in 'go' mode."

"and if you ever need a hand in the kitchen, i'm happy to help. i'm not, by any means, a brilliant cook—but i can make some decent dishes. i can only say that because that was my resolution from last year. i was more of a baker before that."

rowon realized then that he had made a critical consistency error. some months ago, he was floundering around the pastry station for date lottery. he supposedly didn't know anything about baking, but now he was saying the opposite. he could only bank on that slip up going over people's heads.

"what kind of dishes are you wanting to cook? i have easy recipes for korean, italian, american that i can pass along. a lot of them can be prepped in advance and frozen so you wouldn't have to cook every day." he offered a sympathetic smile. "i know how busy the training schedule can get."

[rowonlgc]

riddle me this — pop-up store w. @lgcjisoo

it was clever, if rowon had to say so himself.

his season's greeting was themed around a mystery. the box it came in was shaped like a briefcase, and to access the contents within, the fan would need to solve a riddle. samples of these riddles were laid out on the actors and models' pop-up table.

"i didn't think it would be that difficult," rowon mused as he watched the small crowd try out different combinations to no avail. it delighted him a bit to see them struggle; that meant a good portion of them would take it online ... which, in the end, was his intention.

rowon held up a small gold envelope with two fingers. "wanna try?" he offered jisoo. inside was a riddle printed on off-white card stock.

4 letters stand to make my name should 2 be taken, 4 remains and should they take away 1 more my meaning will be as once before

[iseullgc]

his brow scrunches a little as he thinks of what to add to the outfit that would make it better. he's always been relatively confident in his own sense of style, even if it mostly consists of black and white clothes. he likes being monochromatic, knowing how to play up different textures and what not so he doesn't just look like a blob of one colour.

or so he thought.

"thank you," iseul answers, feeling very proud. that's the general vibe that he had been going for, so he's pleased that rowon had picked up on it.

"hey!" he protests, hearing what the other was saying and he rushes over, trying to look like he's much meaner than he is. "don't go telling your viewers about my personality," he complains, playful. "they should see it for themselves eventually," he adds, grinning.

though, once he sees what rowon's given him, iseul can't help but laugh. "i don't think i've owned any yellow in years," he admits, taking the shirt and holding it out in front of him so he can look it over and analyze it, thinking hard. it could work with his outfit, under the jacket and open, over everything else. "would we call this ... bumblebee chic?"

[rowonlgc]

him and iseul were two little peas in a pod when it came to their fashion sense. although iseul did have a bit of an upper hand on him with black. it gave him an edgy look, more so than the basic, boring neutrals rowon wore that made him look like he just walked out of a muji store.

"bumblebee chic," rowon mused, letting his mind wander with that. "it could start a trend, you never know." he'd seen worse stylistic choices trend, so he didn't doubt for a moment that something like this would catch on, especially since this was going on his channel where he had many ... impressionable viewers.

"you should make it your emoji. a bee. or did you already choose one?" last he checked, the black cat was taken by another idol.

[lgcakio]

“… no complaints, sir,” ren says, his voice still firm but not as defiant as before. even if they’re somehow, at rowon’s request, attempting a take where ren is more assertive, it wouldn’t fit the character to be downright rude. so he dials it back a little. his gaze flicks briefly toward the desk sitting in a dusty corner, with crappy lighting and a slightly crooked chair, before darting it back towards yohan again. “i won’t pretend it’s ideal, but i can work with it. i always do.” 

ren hesitates just a little before he adds, “i respect the company guidelines. and i meet deadlines. i don’t plan on giving you excuses or…” he pauses, watching the way yohan closes the box of pastries. ren’s expression shifts, a flash of confusion, or maybe disappointment, or irritation(?). a mix of his and akio’s emotions, again, as the idol tries to rein himself in and not be scolded again for breaking character. he clears his throat, straightening his posture again. “... or being impolite,” he finishes. 

but that would be too much to ask for, apparently, because the director calls ‘cut!’ again with a look on his face that akio can’t quite figure out. he doesn’t seem angry or annoyed, but akio still feels like it's his fault again. maybe he’s reading too much into it because of what happened earlier, maybe it’s normal for directors to stop a scene at random times and for random reasons? he walks away from the scene like a puppy that’s been kicked, dragging his feet to the nearest dark corner where he can sulk in peace and watch his non-existent acting career go up in flames. not dramatic in the slightest.

[rowonlgc]

akio doesn't like him. that much is evident. it would've been easier for rowon to leave him be. would've been better if they each went their separate ways, pretending their prior encounters never happened.

but rowon doesn't trust akio. he needs a little more ... insurance, if you will. insurance in the form of pity, guilt, or fear. he'll even be nice about it and let akio choose which.

he stalks akio to the corner of the office. there's no need to sugarcoat it; that's what he's good at doing. he knows it, he's sure akio knows it. still, rowon plays it casual. he feigns concern like a compassionate seasoned actor who's looking out for the new actors on set.

"don't mind him." the director. "you could be lee byunghun and he still wouldn't be impressed."

akio looks like a kicked puppy. deflated, defeated. this might be the first time he has performed without praise. "you did well," rowon assures, his words smooth as velvet like it usually is when he lies. only, he's not lying. not this time. akio's ren is the same as the script book's ren except with a bit more bite which rowon, and by extension yohan, likes.

"they'll keep it in. yohan's written to be antagonistic, but they don't have anyone opposing him. it reads flat. ... when i envisioned his character, i had this idea that his favourite employees were those who stood up to him. he thinks a fighting spirit is necessary to make it far." rowon smiles. brief. "i've decided that ren will be his favourite."