( ✱ ㅡ Hi again everyone. It’s Sera here with another muse! His name is PARK SEOJIN and he is a SOLOIST under Wishbone Records. His stage name is SEN but he prefers to be called his real name most of the time. He has had quite the colorful life already and plans to continue that track. Please proceed to read more information about him in the given links & under the read more! )
He only debuted last year. His releases are Stay Here, Start (Itaewon Class OST), Running (Start Up OST).
He is best known for his OSTs, so far and intends to release more.
Releases a lot of song covers on his channel. Which he still does to this day. He especially loves repurposing songs he thinks have more potential into his own style rocky covers but he also does regular old calm vocal acoustic covers.
BACKGROUND !
He was born on December 1st, 1998 in Ulsan. He is 100% a Sagittarius. Take that as you will!
His birth parents were teens at the time so he was put up for adoption pretty quickly. He spent a lot of his childhood in an orphanage that was pretty old-school and one of the last of its kind. Catholic and strict.
Though he didn't get adopted until 2006, the couple who chose them are very loving! As far as he's concerned, they've always been his parents.
His happens to now have 3 younger siblings ( 2 of which are also adopted ) and he will fight to the death for each of them.
He had some temperament issues ( which isn't surprising ) but instead of acting out in a negative way, he was encouraged to put the pent up emotions into exercise and music.
Got his first guitar at 11 and taught himself how to play.
Didn't get to Seoul until around 2013! He's a city boy though so it didn't bother him much to move.
His rebellious streak began here though, oops. However, instead of doing stuff like partying or being an asshole, he and his new group of friends enjoyed doing Jackass-esque stunts in their free time and skipping class once in a while. Class clown behavior. ( He might have broken multiple things during this time but no one needs to know that! )
He and his friends formed a rock band in junior high. Long story short, they went through an emo punk phase for about 3 years and even tried nu metal. They were noisy as fuck and unrefined at first, so it's no wonder they got kicked out of a music club once.
In 2016, a talent agent at a company approached him after he participated in a singing contest but the company wanted him to dance so after two years of freeloading vocal lessons, he peaced tf out.
After graduating high school, he didn't really have any intentions on furthering his education so after serving, he went straight into working. Just stuff like working at a noraebang place and convenience store. It was boring.
His band was still together so they would go to music clubs to perform now that they finally found their sound.
Eventually, he was approached by another talent agent interested in signing him to Wishbone Records. Of course he accepted but he made the condition that they would allow his band to play for him whenever he needed them. ( He couldn't leave his boys behind. )
PERSONALITY !
Like I said before: he is a Sagittarius
A bit of an adrenaline junkie. He can't stand staying stagnant for too long. Though he's getting better at knowing when to chill out as he's gotten older. (inb4 he says blonds have more fun then changes his hair again)
He hasn't grown out of the punk rock style. Leather jackets? Check. Thankfully WBR stylists have helped him refine his wardrobe so he doesn't look like a thrift store threw up on him.
Rock music is his bread and butter but he doesn't mind the softer stuff sometimes. He's coke to acknowledge that more public friendly songs of his will have to tone it down.
Anyway he's a pretty decent guy for the most part. He's a romantic and writes a lot of lyrics and songs based on his feelings.
He's extremely straightforward and a tough love kind of guy. Surprisingly strict when it comes to things like worth ethic and achieving the goal he's got planted in his head. He also can be super competitive, especially in sports or fighting games.
A huge wrestling fan. As in the dramatic people running around a ring wearing spandex kind. He finds it hilarious and hype so he tunes into American and Japanese wrestling programs a lot.
Can be loud af or totally ignoring everyone and everything around him.
He is always singing. ALWAYS. It's probably annoying for anyone in Wishbone but at least you'll always know when he's in the building.
Seojin was firm in his belief that he was a farm boy stuck in a city boy’s body. The proof was in the pudding, so to speak ㅡ or more so in his intense enthusiasm for the great outdoors. Getting his hands a little dirty never seemed to be a fear for him. It initially sparked his "fantastic" and spontaneous idea of inviting Kyuchul to spend some time with him, assuming it would be a much needed change from their constant time spent within the walls of their companies.
It was a risk to ask someone as in high demand as a member of Crescent. ( He questioned: how did he even manage to rope him in in the first place? ) Seojin needed to nurture his friendships with as many people as possible, partially given the fact that he did not have nearly as many older male friends as he would like to. Kyuchul could be someone to look up to ㅡ quite literally.
An activity in the fresh air and a good friend to share it with ㅡ Seojin truly couldn’t ask for more. He was grateful for the company giving them a little slice of heaven at a secluded, peaceful river. They were free to be as boisterous as they wanted, speak as they wanted, without any sort of prying eyes holding them to insane levels of scrutiny.
The Korean language did not have enough words, metaphors, or idioms to describe the relief Seojin felt simply taking a walk outside. His wild heart belonged here but he’s too much of a romantic to list it as one of his true loves. ( That list might be far longer than he realized. )
“Even the air smells nice, y’know?” Seojin tried to keep in pace with Kyuchul, slowing down his steps every once in a while when his feet got too ahead of themselves. Being overly excited was starting to become a detriment to their little excursion. "Where do you wanna set up our chairs by the shore? We can just chill out like two grumpy old men."
I’m making a quick post to note that all of my plot pages for each muse have been updated and added to/adjusted to some degree. Most stuff is the same and I know I am currently plotting with a lot of people at the moment. But. If you’re at all interested in any of the plots that I have on the pages, please don’t hesitate reach out to me and let me know! I’d love to have more in depth connections! ♡
✱ A snippet of the past : 2014
ㅡ In which the image of a sixteen year old Seojin and his concept of friendship and family is reminisced upon.
A loud, familiar voice calling his name cut through the muffled drone of the television in the other room. Variety shows with the same humdrum games and manufactured laughter and repeating edits. A sliver of hope that his family didn’t hear the ruckus outside lingered in Seojin’s chest.
It was a telltale indication that, within the next few minutes, he would be sneaking out to answer the call.
As far as his mother was concerned, he had currently locked himself in his bedroom to study like the ideal son she and his father aimed for him to be. Anything but the rambunctious class clown he thought unavoidable. ( He, in fact, heard one of the ladies in his mother’s book club in their old town blather on about the risks of adopting a child so late, especially one with “blatant anger issues”. ) It was ingrained in his skull that he was and always would be a misfit in the seemingly average home. He only belonged in every legal sense of the term.
Home was a vagabond for Seojin. Park Seojin. He constantly reminded himself he was part of a real family now; even if it had been a full eight years by now. He would come to acknowledge their hard work eventually, but as a freshly turned sixteen-year-old, its due date was far off. Ungrateful was still an understatement.
The voice he chose to ignore in favor of browsing through a music magazine came back with full force. It was almost as if neglect made them come back stronger. An annoying trait only one person he knew could have.
“PARK! SEO! JIN!”
A disgruntled expression dressed over his face, he opened his window and thrust the upper half of his body through. He was fully prepared to yell in response until recognized the teen standing below. That toothy smile of his glowing in the dim moonlight.
“What light through yonder window breaks?”
“Oh Cheolsu! You idiot. Keep it down! You’re supposed to be discreet when you do this kinda shit. You want me to come down there and kick your ass?”
That Friday night was now like any other. At least for those two. He was well aware most kids his age didn’t sneak out of the house with the intent to commit petty crimes. Well, Seojin only ever kept watch, but it was a means of survival for his, at the time, best friend. While he told his father his friend was being paid for handy work by a neighbor was some glimpse of the truth, the true extent of reality was less than savory.
Cheolsu was what the average person would consider a good kid. From his thick spectacles to his awkward demeanor, he seemed nothing more than an unassuming nerd. That was until Seojin discovered he knew how to hotwire cars and snuck around to smoke cigarettes. Their initial meeting was a dramatic one. He often teased his friend for watching too many cheesy dramas that gave him a false sense of heroism. It certainly played out like a scene from a movie.
At the time, Seojin was in his second year of middle school. He was just as daring and rowdy back then, if not more so. On a dare from one of his classmates, he stole a high schooler’s high-end bicycle ㅡ one he was unaware was notorious for a violent temper and tendency to bully. It was this total lack of self-preservation that got him into trouble in the end. Cheolsu, who had been walking home from baseball practice, ran in with reckless abandon, his aluminum bat raised above his head.
Seojin wound up with a couple of broken fingers and a bloody nose and Cheolsu with a pair of broken glasses and a black eye. It was fortunate enough a kind-hearted teacher played off the former’s actions as an honest mix-up. ( Had their bicycles not been the same color, maybe he wouldn’t have ended up so lucky. )
They managed to laugh it off in the emergency room. It quickly became one of Seojin’s fondest memories. And Cheolsu, one of his closest friends.
Seojin descended the thin metal stairs of the fire escape with purpose, running as soon as his feet kissed the ground. There was no hesitation on his part to give the other teen a jab to the side and a playful threat of a kick to the shin. He was met with defensive hands and boisterous laughter.
“Whoa! Juliet is a lot more feisty than I thought she was… That raggedy hair should’ve told me. An untamed spirit.”
“Shut it. It’s way too expensive to get it cut by a pro right now.” Any amount of won he could save his parents was an effort well spent. His appearance be damned.
“Want me to do it? You know I’m good with my hands.”
Seojin scoffed. “Is that the kinda lines you use on people these days? No wonder you’re hopeless…”
“That’s beside the point. What do you wanna do?”
“You’re asking me? You’re the one who harassed me into coming down to meet you. Seriously… You’re really lucky no one knows my name yet around here.”
Outside looking in, one would not be able to tell their friendship started merely a year prior. As far as anyone was concerned, they had known each other their entire lives. ( It certainly felt like it. )
Seojin threw an arm around his friend’s shoulder, eyes examining the nuances of his profile. The occasional street light reflected off the surface of his glasses, casting circular shadows on his cheeks.
“I think today, we should sneak into my old man’s booze stash and then go to the Han River! Chase some birds, snag some noodles.” Cheolsu gave a cheeky grin alongside his suggestion.
Seojin merely raised a brow in response. “You told me you hate hanging out there, though.”
“Whatever. You really like that sort of vibe, so…”
“You serious?”
“Why not? It’s fine if it’s with you.”
There came a time when the dam surrounding Seojin’s heart was bound to burst. He toed the precipice of melting down. The thin line faltering feet balanced on ran short of the other side ㅡ where sparks scalded the surface. This fire began in bursts; the sort near impossible to put out. And now he sat, leaned against the wall outside one of Wishbone practice rooms. His body throbbed from his toes to the heart pushing up his throat. He should have known better than to allow his soul to crack under the pressure. He should have done as well as the past month told him he was. ( The extra attention should have been a good thing. ) It was too much to bear on shoulders already weakened from the weight they carried for years.
The approaching sound if footsteps prompted him to hide his face, a halfhearted apology immediately following. “Sorry, I'm not using it.”
Then the familiar voice emerged, quelling the need to rebuild walls around him. He found no strength to stand, his limbs exhausted from overwork, trembling as they reached toward the steady pillar hovering over him. Seojin did not have it in him to muster grateful words, even if the other's presence alone brought him a glimmer of solace.
"Oh, what's up, baby." The name said in platonic jest rolled off his tongue without a hint of resistance. Anyone who knew the both of them would be familiar with their playful nature among one another. Seojin could not imagine treating his best friend any other way. "I was almost having a mental breakdown not being able to see you for so long."
It was easy being jovial around Jude, knowing he would understand his need to add humor into anything mildly perturbing. Too easy, perhaps, as the first thing that rolled off his lips in response was somewhat of a joke. His teeth were bared in a smile, but ( at the moment ) his eyes told somewhat of a different story. Acting, as one would refer to it. Something Jude, himself, knew well. His mask began to falter inside the growing silence between them. Seojin’s thoughts lingered in the back of his mind like the aftertaste of an onion. Surely, the context was everything in this case, whether either of them had the awareness or not.
"You gonna use the room? I wanna see the choreography you're doing for your next song."
You swallowed the sun.
The beams of light pierce through the gaps
in your vibrant smile.
I want to feel the warmth on my skin.
I want to see the sun shine again.
I’ll nurse this dimming flame.
I’ll keep it bright for you.
“ah! sen-ssi!” he tried not to think about the wetness of the juice that had dripped out of his mouth onto his chin, reaching up and wiping it away quickly with a flush on his face of embarrassment. “sorry, i hope i’m not in your way…” sunghoon’s face was bright red at being so silly in front of someone so successful, as well as someone whose songs were very prominent on his own playlist at home. still, he stepped to the side, cradling his drink to his sweater.
When it came to the performances of the idol groups, Seojin could not help being impressed by the multitude of talents it took to be one ( and be successful, at that ). Not a fan in sight, and yet rookie groups like Blue.m did nothing short of impeccable despite their perceived inexperience. Ah, but they came from Yuseong Entertainment, should he have expected any less? Despite his own sordid history as a trainee before his enlistment, there was no way of completely tapping into the effort it took ㅡ even just for casual performances like this. ( Of course, he was still unfamiliar with many of the songs with the exception of Dandelion’s. )
Seojin separated himself from the wall he had been watching the crowd from. Odd, given his typically sociable nature. He didn’t quite feel his own brain call him to attention until he came face to face with a blob of pink. It encapsulated a cherubic-looking young man, blond hair sticking from a tightly fastened beret like an extra pair of ears, and a generous dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose. A stark opposite to his own attire.
“What?” The initial reaction came off a bit more blunt than he intended. Fortunately, he was loquacious enough to bring up the end with a dismissive and obligatory polite statement. “Nah, you’re good.”
His eyes shifted to the side, to his own drink, then back to Sunghoon with a slight smirk dancing on his lips. The Blue.m member appeared far more flustered than he initially would have thought. “Sunghoon, right?” Hopefully, it was. He knew Danny in particular would never let him live it down if he forgot the names of the entirety of Blue.m. “Don’t get any of that drink on your clothes. Your stylist might get pissed at you.”
“Oh. Nice performance, by the way. I sure as fu ㅡ “ Oh, shit. He choked on his own words for a moment and glanced in either direction. Knowing Yuseong idols their managers could be lingering around at any possible corner. “I definitely couldn’t manage being an idol. Think I’d prolly end up dyin’ first.”
So, Seojin has officially been made a vocal mentor for Select! season two! This is a plot call for any contestants in the show that would like plot something out with Seojin teaching them, then please feel free to hit me up! I have a few ideas of dynamics I’ll list. His teaching style is rough around the edges to say the least, but he does it with the intention to teach people properly and he’s been doing vocal coaching for years already (since high school) so it’s something that comes naturally for him. He’s a bit like the method of Seokhoon’s mentorship style from Produce. ( I’ve been thinking about this for a while so! )
“I’m a rapper, how am I supposed to sing?”
Idols shout be good at everything, do you expect to make it like this?
Someone with little talent for singing but tries their best and Seojin can’t help but find their effort endearing.
You’re a good singer already but you lack the foundation.
There’s more with specific people but those are just some examples!
“Boo!” Yoojin exclaims with a bright smile, corners widening as she drops her hands back to her side. “Are you still thinking of a song? Or do you need a partner? An audience?” She asks him with a slight tilt of her head when she steps beside him. “I lost Chorong— Somewhere. We were supposed to sing a song together.”
“Would you like a suggestion? You would be the first person to turn on the mic.” She utters with a slight teasing tone, discreetly brushing her knuckles against the back of his hand. “It’s a huge responsibility.”
Seojin did not want to admit it ㅡ that he was looking for one Cho Yoojin so intently for the entirety of the evening. Even on stage, performing a duet with Lili, his gaze traveled to the center of the room, scanning over each of the tables in the off chance he only caught a glimpse of her face in the crowd. He eventually decided against it as he belted out the song. The sorrowful tone of You, Clouds, Rain would bring a heaviness to his heart if he sang the melody with his eyes on her the whole time.
He decided to search for her in different ways. The glimpses of her on stage performing with her group, performing a choreography too fast for his eyes to keep up with. The back of her head bounced along while she spoke to someone she knew well enough to crack a smile, whisker-like dimples creased into her cheeks.
The expression of slight disarray and exhaustion faded from Seojin’s face in an instant, softening into something as sweet as melted ice cream on a hot day. Even his voice emerged in a far gentler tone than the usual brazen timbre he typically greeted others with. Each digit on his dangling hand twitched in anticipation. How he so badly wanted to reach across the distance and brush the stray strands of hair from her eyes; just so he could see them a bit better.
“Ah, you scared me.” An obviously feigned admission. His tone remained steady and monotonous, but he wanted to humor her just a bit. Before she could continue on, he shot a lopsided smile in her direction. “Wait for a second, slow down there.” Had they been alone, Seojin would have been content to press his hand over her mouth entirely. It was best for him to remain careful, what with the way he looked at her. If his own manager could catch on without an utterance of a confession, so could anyone else. They would only need a modicum of awareness.
“I was gonna sing something on my own after I got ditched, myself. So it seems like we’re gonna be forced to do a duet without much choice. My finger has already been on this one song.” Seojin stepped away from her quickly, though the tips of his fingers dragged across the back of her hand. One of his silent gestures of acknowledgment. Subtle enough to go unnoticed by an untrained eye. “I mean, I was impressed already with you performing today, so you must be tired but you’ll do the courtesy of singing with me like you said, right?”
Seojin reached for the noraebang machine’s touchpad, scrolling through the vast selection of songs before finally settling on one. “You know this song, right?” He turned the screen around to show it to her, hoping she might get the message from the reference to the song alone. “This Love by Davichi. I think you could do Minkyung’s part, easily.”
as much as the sentiment means to her, she’s more than happy to switch to small talk rather than converse about her feelings when it’s clear neither she nor seojin are equipped to deal with that situation right now. “it’s great, thank you again for inviting me— i’d have never known about this place otherwise.”
there’s a brief pause where aera doesn’t quite know what to do, so she opts to find her seat while scanning her mind for a conversation topic that might be of worth. “so, i heard you’re working on arcana’s debut?” she inquires curiously. “i mean, it was sort of a given considering the attention fly high got, but congratulations regardless— i’m looking forward to hearing it.”
//
“A long time coming is an understatement, isn’t it? You’ve been training longer than I’ve been making music, it seems like.”
It was difficult to describe the sense of relief Seojin felt in having another person unable to match his constant high tension. Aera being a consistent calm in his presence was more grounding than she would come to know. And such an oddity in their extremely opposite natures given they were born on the same day ( and even the same year ). He let out a sigh of relief, shoulders rolling back ever so slightly as a sense of relaxation settles in his bones.
“Yeah, it’s no problem. Figured you’d like the atmosphere since it’s friendly and kinda homey or whatever.” He would play it off like he knew her tastes, as he usually did when he managed to successfully guess what someone liked. In particular, one he had not spoken to in what felt like years. Her demeanor was still somewhat demure, subdued in a way that suited her.
He, by now, would have to fully admit that his perceptions about her simply being the stuck up girl in class were entirely incorrect. She was nothing short of considerate when he was being arguably a bit awkward. It might be best, in this case, to keep things at a relatively subdued level. Too much energy and he feared he might scare her away.
“Ohㅡ“ Unexpected. He did not think that she would be paying attention, what with her being in another group now. Beyond Fly High, it would be quite unlikely that they would get the chance to work together again. ( And he didn’t want to step on Moonsik’s toes. ) “That’s right. I submitted a song for Arcana’s debut. I guess it was easier since it’s kind of consistent with Fly High already. Have you heard your own debut song yet?”
the girl followed seojin’s gaze to the camera, and shot him an uncharacteristic smile. “slow down, let’s go over one thing at a time,” eliana walked a few paces over to a clean area of the house and set the bowl down on the floor. she wasn’t the best cook, but also not the worst. “how about i go wash up while you go grab the eggs, then when we meet back up i can start cooking and you can take your turn at washing up?” truth be told, she wasn’t that fond of animals, especially not wild ones.
“hopefully by then everyone else should be waking up and we can impress them with our good cooking,” she nudged the other’s side, playing up their relationship for the camera. the two were casual acquaintances at best, but the general public didn’t need to know that. knowing that they were from the same company, there was probably some expectation that eliana and seojin were close, and she wasn’t going to let the viewers think otherwise.
Reflexes drove Seojin forward just slightly to brace the side of the bowl Ellie had yet to get her hands around yet. Nevertheless, he followed after her, his bare feet scuttling against the wooden floor in an uncharacteristic manner. ( It certainly would not be a side of him that his fans were used to seeing ㅡ not that he showed them too much to begin with. )
When they finally made eye contact again, he could sense the sneer building up behind both of their forced smiles, and it made an almost sarcastic laugh burst from his lungs. He imagined an edited caption superimposed over his head that read ‘mental breakdown’. Lack of sleep and the need to be in control of the situation would do that to a man. Add on the notion that he was about to humiliate himself on television to the mix, and he could already feel his jaw clenching. Though, he supposed it would be better to be him than Ellie. Perhaps she had a certain image she was trying to uphold; or the idea of potentially touching chicken feces revolted her. ( Not that she could even begin to be blamed for ducking out of this task in particular. )
“That sounds like a plan. I’ll start the water for you, though. I tested it last night and it’s rusted or something. I think I figured out how to make it more steady on the warm water with the tool I brought, so you can borrow it. You just gotta stick the screwdriver attachment underneath the handle.”
Seojin did not particularly know why he needed to insist on doing most of the things for the other ‘family’ members when the show was meant to display cooperation among relative strangers. It was a rather annoying habit of his as the oldest sibling of four that could not be discounted. In a way, he needed Ellie to chide him, tell him to slow it down, but his body brimmed with too much energy to stop even for just a moment.
“Wait, are you good at cooking?” He made sure to tack on a ‘noona’ at the end; something he typically left out when talking to her behind the scenes.
“well, do you like it?” the wishbone artist inquires after looking at seojin’s sketch, a slight nod in agreement that it looked good. “i think they all say this, but it really depends on what you want the most. do you like the flowers with it?” rohan responds. he’s not here for one himself, and he’s sticking by it - but the distant sounds of steel needles and the distinct smell of a tattoo shop surrounding them practically was making rohan itch to get another. “or do you like it better with the snake alone? where are you planning to get it, by the way?”
//
The typical image of a snake tattoo was far from a soft one. If anything, it could add to the intimidating image he was trying to partially sand down over time. Had he been a few years younger, still in high school, before his enlistment, he would have insisted the large image of a snake coiling around his bicep would be "badass" but as a young man in his early twenties, he wished for something brought by a more mature, level-headed decision.
"Prolly gonna get it on my bicep or forearm. I’ll figure it out." He cleared his throat, turning the piece of paper in his hands. "And... If Dasom picked it out, I pretty much gotta get it as it is. What she says is law." Should he, ideally, take the word of an eight year old on what to get permanently etched onto his body with a needle? Certainly not. “Her first suggestion was a picture of Crayon Shin-chan playing the guitar but I’m glad she came to this choice instead.” The laugh that managed to fall from Seojin’s lips was drowned out by the rock music blaring in the shop, and the sound of the tattoo artist ( and his friend ) calling for him.
"Hey, fuckface. You're up.” Yoo Taewoo in all his glory, a scowl on one side of his lips with the stick of a lollipop hanging from the other. His blonde hair was still fried from constant bleaching. Many of the pieces lining both of his forearms were done by himself or drawn by him initially. There would be no one else Seojin trusted with a needle than him. ( Despite their first drunken high school attempt five years ago. ) “The other guy can come, too. Decent ink, by the way."
The crude nickname brought a slight smile to the soloist’s face, one that slightly faded when he turned back to Rohan to gesture with his head to tag along to the chair. “There’s spots to sit by when I get it done if you wanna come watch.”
she pauses, then dares to leave the door frame and step a little closer to him. ❝ while you might not think what i do, or who i am, is ❛ important ❜ in the industry, neither you nor i can deny that a pretty voice is crucial, too. i know i’ll never be you, or hyejoo from ladybug, but i’m trying to be more well-rounded. ❞ taking a breath, she’s curious if what she’s saying is working or not. ❝ just… it’ll only be a little while of your time. i won’t keep you here all night, and i’m willing to work… even if i found you a little 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 sometimes,❞ rieon teases, then winks. the last bit may be enough to send him packing, but she almost can’t help herself. he looks cute when he’s grouchy. ❝ all jokes aside, i really am asking seriously… i need help, seojin. please ? ❞
Telegraphing feelings via facial expressions was not an uncommon practice of Seojin's. No professional actor or idol, he felt little need to mitigate any potential reactions that could easily appear on his face. In situations like these, he found his signature "resting bitch face" to be something of an advantage. If he appeared slightly irritated on a near constant basis, it would be difficult to ascertain when he was not. He offered Rieon a simple pursing of his lips and quirk of his brow. Despite everything, including his obvious off-put reactions to her, she still seemed relentlessly persistent on nearing herself to him.
He leaned his shoulder against the closest wall, inching the space between them a bit farther apart. "Yeah but... Why me? You can't ask any of your label mates for better help? I know nothing about idol stuff." Being sought after as a vocal mentor was typically far from a burden for Seojin. In fact, he actively agreed whenever a trainee or less experienced artist approached him seeking assistance. It should have done wonders for his ego that he was the choice. This would be just another piece of practice for his own future. "Especially if I'm allegedly distracting... But it's good to know that I'm revolting on that level in your eyes."
He shirked the comment, well aware of its potential to be Rieon making an to serve him with a more roundabout compliment on his appearance. Odd, how it made his skin crawl. Perhaps if he agreed and gave up on his typical stubborn streak, she could leave him be for a bit longer than before. "If I say yes and give you... 15 minutes, that's fine, I guess."
He glanced in either direction down the hallway, finally pushing himself away from the wall to head toward the door or the practice room the trainee had been occupying. Like the rest of the Yuseong building, it was also oddly stark and empty feeling. Only the left behind belongings of trainees and occasional finger print on the mirrors gave any hints of life.
"What part are you preparing for? I'm sure it can't be that difficult." At least by Seojin's standard. "Play it."
