is in his own head , something that happened a lot. was especially easy to get into his head here , with everything that was going on around him. ❛ little bit. ❜ responds to jovi , eyeing the box of hair dye in his hands. ❛ the fuck do you want me to do with that ? you trust me to put that in your hair ? ❜
“ was wanting you to trust me with yours , ” jovi says . reaches up to finger-comb through his own hair . faded pink , soft ends . “ but sure . could go for a change . you seem fine . ” he typically dyes his own . doesn’t care for a stylist’s work when he can do just fine by himself . but fuck it --- can’t get fucked that bad . “ you wanna ? ”
HE CHUCKLES AT his next words, lightly rolling his eyes. “ more?? would that be possible?? “ he scoffs, finishing the reminder of the treat he had grabbed a few minutes prior. crumpling the wrapper and keeping it in his hands right after. “ well, thank you ”, he nods in mocking formality after the compliment. “ maybe it’s time you guys are back on my show now ”, he mocks some more, knowing that wasn’t viable at all. but hey, jovi seemed to be humored about that whole situation ( instead of the complete opposite, like he thought ). cheeks a bit red after he calls him the nickname again, he gets up too but to throw the wrapper in the nearest trashcan. unsure if that’s an invitation to join him or to leave him alone. he wishes the bar was closer so he could grab a proper drink to cool off a little, but he figures maybe he can find something in the freezer so he heads there. a couple of beers inside, he takes two… this will do. after some brief thought, he decides to follow him so a few seconds later, he finds himself outside too. he closes his eyes and breathes in: the smell of fresh grass was a very pleasant one. he then sits right at the corner of the nearest pool chair, grabbing a beer. he sits in silence for a few seconds, just admiring the small pool waves under the moonlight that make him feel some sort of peace. yeah, for the first time in weeks he feels peaceful. maybe this is the place he’ll find himself visiting too often during these sleepless nights. attention brought back to the bottle he’s holding as he doesn’t want jovi to think he is staring at him instead maybe for a few seconds only. “ i brought you one too… though if you don’t want it, i could take it then ”, he offers before taking a sip of his own.
arms stretched overhead , jovi kicks around in the water to watch it ripple . light dancing over freshly sunned skin . and then he’s sitting down on the edge , legs danging over in the warm , saltwater soft water . doesn’t know how to swim much --- not in london or the odd trips to korea’s coast with the family , but he’s still tempted to drop in over his head . instead , he leans back on his palms . takes in that good hillside air . cool breeze , night sky . stars twinkling with the city and it’s cheesy enough to inspire a song . ( he hears the chord progression now --- soft , slow fingers on the strings like a brush of sweet lips ) “ yeah ? ‘course i want . ” head tipped back and neck stretched , he lets weight drop his head over and opens his eyes at milo , “ gonna make me get up for it ? come on . ” he moves his legs in the pool . “ won’t push you in , ” says it all cheeky grinned and bright eyes , “ promise . ”
❛ 𝒐𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒔 , 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 ! the mundanity of reality television is beginning to seem like the bane of my current existence . why ? have you got some sort of ridiculous idea up your sleeve ? because whatever it is , i am totally , one - hundo percent in . ❜
“ mood , ” jovi agrees with a solemn nod , “ and if by ridiculous you mean absolutely genius , then yes --- i have an idea . ” he raises a brow , lips curving into a smile , “ wanna dye your hair ? swear i won’t fuck it up . just the tips . give you an e-girl vibe . start a tik tok trend . ”
“ AH, YEAH… I’VE HEARD horror stories about that, the british press… think meghan markle would agree with me ”, he jokes. there’s a part of him that feels relieved to think maybe all the way to the uk his very own scandal wasn’t even relevant enough to make headlines. therefore, jovi probably has no clue about it. or so he hopes… not like he was gonna bring that up. he laughs a little as jovi comments on the incident that happened all those years ago: the last time the two actually interacted. “ worst part is… it wasn’t even the first time i brought such question to guests. they all found that funny. except mr. lennox, of course. i had to be more careful with future guests after that ”, he explains. it was kinda funny to be talking about it so mindlessly when his bandmates wanted his head whenever they saw him. maybe there was his answer. “ oh, shoot… i forget most of your fanbase are hours ahead of us. but hey, bet some of them are dedicated enough to be watching at 8am ”, he chuckles, taking another bite of his bar. “ but yeah… how does it feel to be stuck in good old ‘Merica for now?? ”, he questions. “ see, i wasn’t even trying to… be an interviewer with that, i just have it in me i guess”, he jokes, shaking his head. “ not nearly my bedtime… i’ve actually been having trouble sleeping lately ”, he lets that slip, though there was no way he’d exactly give out the reason why that’s happening. “ though if you want me to leave now: i can go ahead then, The Sun Ain’t Up for you ”, he teases.
“ yeah , they fuckin suck . ” invented invasive . after de-railing plenty of talks with side-discussions of whatever nonsense he’s reading , the pap learned to let him stay quiet . “ mr. lennox ? dude — you’ll piss him off more , you better stop , ” jovi laughs . hell . wait until jovi pulls that card out . unsure if he’s being shaded or not , jovi peeks over out of the corner of his eye and cocks a brow . “ i see you’ve improved , ” he notes dryly before swallowing down the last of his drink . the clock ticks on and jovi turns his attention back to the window , knocking his knees together slowly . the pool’s light casts electric shapes onto the pane glass and it’s so damn pretty that he almost forgets he’s got company . “ like i said , sunshine . free country . ” and then he’s standing up , stretching out his limbs , “ a little exercise might knock your ass out though . works for me . ” leaving the tumbler on the table , he heads to the sliding door and steps out into the cool night air . a breeze ruffles past as he steps into the pool , water kissing at his ankles . clear night like this ? shame to waste .
A SMALL TAINT OF BLUSH invades his cheeks as he hears the other call him ‘sunshine’. he hopes he won’t notice so he directs his attention at the window as he sits next to him, opening the snack he went there to find. “ well, you seem to be taking that with a lot of humor “, he jokes before taking a bite of the nutrition bar. “ you guys were one of the first guests of the show and certainly ones i’ll never forget ”, he chuckles lightly, truth is that memory was bitter at best but it was a subtle way of bringing the topic to conversation without directly asking: ‘do you hate me too??’. an answer that he, for some reason, was so desperately dying to know. he sits there for a few seconds in silence, staring at the window as he continues munching because staring at jovi was just too distracting, but then his voice brings him back to reality. “ oh, sorry… i’m just a bit sleepy. i mean, just look at the time ”, lies he points at the nearest clock hanging in the room. “ babbling?? well, this certainly is all too different from my show… were you wanting me to start an interview with you right now?? smart, bet your fans are watching ”
jovi shrugs . “ read worse in the comments . ‘sides , you’ve got nothing on the british pap . ” he takes a sip . “ still deserved every bit of that attitude . didn’t think you had it in you , but i guess that’s why they give you the microphone . ” american hosts were so tame most of the time . jovi hadn’t expected a newbie with a puppy dog eyes to get under their skin so fast , but it’s one hell of a clip to go back to . glancing over at the clock , jovi sees it’s just past midnight . makes a noise under his breath --- something between a grunt and a scoff . “ my fans ? they’re all sensible . tucked into their beds and getting a solid nine hours . don’t know what you mean . ” takes a sip , ice cubes sloshing in the glass , condensation cold on the skin . “ can go ahead and ask your questions . hell knows we won’t be on your show again , ” he smirks . “ but since it’s past your bedtime maybe i should leave you to nod off . ”
closed starter for @sousice· ! — location: the kitchen.
GRABBING A MIDNIGHT SNACK feels like a risky task to do in this mansion at this point, you just never know who you’ll encounter whenever you enter a room. milo has probably learned this lesson by now. however, he is starving so he finds himself in the kitchen a few minutes later, quietly entering as he cautiously steals a nutrition bar from the cabinet as he thinks no one else is around… that is, until he spots someone sitting by the kitchen table in the back of the room. “ … can’t sleep?? ”, he asks as he approaches, chuckling softly as he attempts to make conversation. just then, his heart skips a beat when he notices who it is. he feels nervous: maybe he hates him too like the rest of his bandmates. but hey, it didn’t hurt to try to find out make a friend, did it?. “ i, uh… is this seat taken?? ”, he gestures to the chair right next to him, a stupid question with an obvious answer, of course, but one that he did anyways.
doing what he does best --- minding his own business , gazing out of the massive floor - to - ceiling windows at the city skyline out past the mansion’s backyard with a drink in hand . jovi hears the shuffle behind him , cabinet opening and closing . listens as those steps come closer ( sigh ) and glances up . ah , familiar face . jovi thought milo’d run and hide the second lennox popped up . can’t help but smile . “ sunshine . still at it with the awkward as fuck questions . ” jovi gestures at the empty seat at the table , “ go ahead . it’s a free country . ” silver charms on the thin , delicate chains around his neck slide forward when he shifts comfortably . elbows on the armrests and head tipped back , knees splayed wide . “ so , you a plant or something ? ” conversational . curious . “ hotshot host . figure they keep you around to get us babbling . ”
oliver: i’m 100% sure there’s something burning in the kitchen
oliver: someone go check it out and report back
oliver: i can’t take the pain of seeing that beautiful kitchen ruined so soon
jovi: listen
jovi: if they burn down the place we go home
jovi: so. no.
bopping into the room in a stretched-out white tee and an old pair of skinnies , jovi turns a pair of bright , eager eyes to the first one he spots . “ ey , ” pops his lips before he holds up a box of hair dye that he taps against his chin , a kid showing off their favorite toy . “ you bored or what ? ”
𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 been roughly 10am , but if you asked cora – it was never too early to start day drinking . “did you know that the bartenders open up shop at 8am here ?! that’s madness , love .” she saunters up to the other with a tray of about a dozen shots sitting on the palm of her hand . “i went over there and was like ‘gimme a dozen shots’ and he was like ‘of what ?’ and i said ‘surprise me’ so ,” she made a ‘taadaa’ like gesture with her free hand . clearly very pleased with herself . “pick your poison , babes !” cora herself was eyeing one of the amber colored liquids when a thought came to mind . and whenever she had a thought it was like her mouth automatically had to spit it out , no filter what so ever . “wait ! you’re not ‘ere because you got exposed for , like , a drinking problem right ? because i’m not trying to be the enabler ‘round ‘ere or whatever .” lies detected !!!! she totally was the type to do so . and maybe , just maybe , she was only asking because she was a nosy little thing and was trying to figure out what sins her fellow roommates had committed to land them in this specific circle of hell . obviously she was aware that they had all been exposed for something . but for what specifically for each person she was still unsure .
one arm folded behind his head and a vape pen in hand , jovi grunts in response . 10 AM’s a little early --- even for him for alcohol --- but fuck it . coming off a tour , this shit’s like vacation . “ not quite , maybe next season , ” he quips as he sits upright to free the tray of two shots , gold and pretty in the morning sun . shades slip lower on his nose , hungover still from the night before . ( but who knows what producers’ll cook up next . ) “ cheers to what , love ? world peace and steve tyler’s jeans ? the good grace of UBEReats so we don’t burn this place down ? ” shit , wouldn’t that be an episode . reclining back all nice and lazy on a pool lounge , jovi taps his nails against the glass of a shot before he lifts in a toast , throws it back like it’s water . hates the taste but he’ll be damned if a camera catches him wince . he smacks his lips and raises a brow , “ yep , whiskey . not my poison . you next . ”
he needed a distraction. something to get his mind off of everything. so , he’s in the kitchen acting like he’s not TERRIBLE at cooking. but he’s following the ingredients and the procedure perfectly , trying so hard not to mess this up. first few nights in the mansion & he tries to poison everyone ? not what he was going for. decided cooking dinner for an entire house of known - names was too much work so he settled on cookies. seemed easy enough , until the first batch comes out burnt. it’s fine ! he’s practically staring down the oven like it hurt him when someone joins him in the kitchen. ❛ don’t eat those ones. they’re burnt. i’m hoping these ones don’t burn but i’m just not meant to be a baker. i can act and model but my genes said i will not make edible baked goods. can’t have everything i guess. ❜
jovi stumbles into the kitchen squinting and grumbling , eyes hidden by a pair of shades and hair a riot where it falls over his forehead . someone’s up cooking . by the smell of the air something sweet and warm and good ------ not some spinach and avocado-ass protein shake management’s always tying to pry off , either . half listening , he grabs a cookie and crams it between his lips . “ fffu--- ! ” one bite and it crumbles to ash on a dry tongue and he chokes on the dust . jovi grasps blindly at the sink to shove his face under the faucet . takes water in gulps to wash it all down . “ fuck , dude , ” he grumbles as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand , upright now . “ yeah no shit you’re no baker . how long you’d cook them for ? ” his eyes fall to the oven . shiny and gleaming in the fancy kitchen . he squeaks , alarmed , “ how long have those been in ? ”
˙✫*ﾟ PARK JIMIN , CIS MALE , HE/HIM : did you hear JOVI YUEN is joining the cast of exposed after their gossipy reddit threads about other celebrities was revealed ? the twenty four year old guitarist with 950k followers is trying to clear their name . they've become known as the resident philosoph here in the mansion , and it's clear that's spot on because they're quite - escapist & - heedless , but also + sentimental & + tenacious . you know they're heading to the confession booth if you hear don’t you ( forget about me ) by simple minds blasting , most likely talking about how they're more than painted on leather pants , smoke rings drifting in the air , beaten up paperbacks and hair dye for therapy .
heyo ! i’m deni , she / her pronouns & working plant mom in the gmt+9 timezone . here is my messy babe jovi , a hotshot wannabe . he has a tiny wanted connects tag , so please check ‘em out and we can vibe whatever i’m srsly down for any of that ! so hit like if you wanna plot this is short and sweet for sanity’s sake .
viral for: skateboarding tricks , ripping his clothes onstage , crowdsurfing , #exposed for sleeping literally anywhere on instalive and tiktok , skintight leather pants , a new hair color every month , floral tattoos
𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍.
parents are normal-ish . a little goodie-goodie , cookie-cutter in that way that drives all the suburban boys off the deep end . pent-up anger snowballed into a separation around jovi’s middle grade years , but they were never divorced — never called it what jovi and everyone else knew it was . walked around the like ghosts in a house everyone knew they couldn’t afford . but whatever . not like all that passive aggressive bullshit and refusal to acknowledge the truth had any lasting effect or anything . . . and fuck , everything in that upper class society just sucked . everyone clawing their way to the top and expectations sucking out all his dreams and ugh——
thrift store paperbacks . a guitar slung over his body . skate parks . sharpie-covered chucks and warped tour summers . jovi ditched the violin and medschool dreams to throw himself into the Vibe and who would’ve thought he’d get hyped all over VINE and insta ? managed to weasel his ass into several hundred thousand followers and millions of views all for an aesthetic . the board’s always been his thing — convenient and cool — and when he started a band with some of his best mates ? dude , his parents were livid but he was on cloud nine . a hot excuse to get the fuck outofthathouse and chase dreams around the country .
pretty face , cool tricks and wicked fingers on the stage . he didn’t want to admit it to his parents , but he kept up with the school . online classes on the bus , stage shows in the morning . yeah , he flunked out , but he’ll never forget the memories of taking final exams drugged out of his mind . one day he blinks awake and realizes like . dude . they’ve made it . failing at blood family , school , and any other career he’s got , this is the only life he knows to protect . he’s gonna ride this wave as long as he can . but how long’s it gonna last ? music might not be his first love , but all that attention is . jovi doesn’t know where he’d go if this all came tumbling down --- so guess he just has to keep pushing .
𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒.
talented and idealistic . jovi sticks strongly to his beliefs and doesn’t intentionally set out to irritate anyone . he’s rather distant , “ dignified ” and thinks of himself as intelligent . likes shiny things and gadgets he can toy with , science fiction and philosophy books , modern artwork that looks weird as hell but is colorful enough to catch the eye . trustable with a lock and key for a mouth . clever , adaptable , but more of a backseat viewer than a driver . runs from emotional expression , temperamental in a way that makes him destructively impulsive , and #aloof ( NOT ) from drama . likes #DEEPTHOUGHTS conversations over beer and a smoke , easy listening and ‘80s music . brave as shit on the stage and the board . shy as shit everywhere else . eyes seeing everything and a mouth that’d run a mile a minute if given the chance . muses a lot about the Unknown and doesn’t give two thoughts of the actual ramifications of some of the shit that comes out his mouth ( whatdya mean people listen to him ??? )
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