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@syfmingxia

Mijung wasn’t sure how this happened. Her manager told her this was a business meeting. So, why was she sitting in a darkened theater next to Hao Mingxia, watching trailers? It felt as though she entered a fugue state and only just now come out of it with a carton of popcorn in her hand. Confused, Mijung turned to Mingxia.

“Unnie,” Mijung whispered even though the theater was empty apart from the two of them. “Unnie, is this really what we should be doing right now?”

#syfmingxia #convo: min #ambush date feels on brand for min tbh

syfsunan:

Sunan admittedly appreciated Jade’s blunt nature. It cut through a lot of bullshit, which was hard to find in their industry.

“Ah, you don’t want to put your name on my family registry? I’ll try to control my grief.” He tried to hold back a grin, but was failing. Admittedly, he did not try that hard. It was a slow week and this was a nice distraction. “I have to admit, your fans do get a bit… interesting about it though.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Mijung said, looking everywhere but at Sunan. She knew perfectly well. The few times she’d made the mistake of clicking on her name as a trending topic or looking at the comments of a pann post, her innocent eyes had been met with disgusting fantasies about the most ridiculous things between the pair of them. Secret marriages, ‘sexual tension’—she would laugh if it weren’t so off putting—it was all part of the reason she decided to meet with Sunan in the first place.

“Anyway, you’re the media-savvy one. What do we do to prove there’s absolutely nothing between us?”

#convo: sunan #syfsunan

syfchaerin:

Chaerin smiles when she sees Mijung. It had been a while since they last talked, likely an unheard of amount of time compared to other groups—though honestly not the longest the StarbrighT members have gone without seeing each other. She hadn’t known they would run into each other today until her manager informed her while on the way to the studio. She wasn’t quite sure how to react. It wasn’t that her and Mijung didn’t get along—it just felt strange to be sharing the booth with someone again.

They’ve barely exchanged greetings—just quick flashes of awkward smiles—before Mijung offers Chaerin the chance to record first. She almost takes Mijung up on it. It’s already been a long week and she would love to get done quickly and go home. But Mijung probably has the same plans, or maybe even has more things to do after this. Mijung is always busy, after all.

“Ah, should I? But I’ll probably take longer, and you’re busy after this, right? You go ahead.”

Was that a dig at how Chaerin got more lines as main vocal than she did? Unlikely given Chaerin’s nature, but Mijung’s instinct, after a lifetime of being the awkward girl in the corner no one liked to spend time with, was to assume the worst. Full in the knowledge that she was never the best at reading social cues, Mijung tried her best not to bristle. Still, she could not stop the corners of her mouth from turning slightly more downturned. Easily the hardest part of being an idol was getting along with her other members. Fortunately for Mijung, she rarely had to.

“Maybe that would be best,” Mijung said, suddenly eager to be done. Belatedly, she realized how curt she might have sounded. She was working on it, truly. As much as she wanted to sequester herself from the rest of StarbrighT, Mijung couldn’t afford to burn this bridge. “I would... appreciate any feedback you can give.”

She meant it. Chaerin was a talented singer but also a songwriter. She likely had more than just quick praise. It was Mijung’s goal to become the best idol possible after all. Even though StarbrighT was doing well, she couldn’t slack now. Not if she wanted her solo debut.

#convo: chaerin #syfchaerin

@syfxjia

Mijung was usually happy for any excuse to be in a dance studio. After weeks of filming for her latest drama, a dance collaboration like this should have sent Mijung over the moon. She got to stretch her weary muscles and show off her choreography skills. Too bad there was a DUÆL-flavored stain on this particular dance practice in the form of Yoshimura Izumi. Mijung always considered herself a better dancer than Izumi, yet she was the one who became the main dancer and Mijung didn’t even make the final cut. Ever bitter, Mijung tried her best to make sure she and Jia both outshone Izumi.

“Jia, can you pop your chest with a bit more force for the ending center bit?” Mijung said in English, traces of a slight Australian accent seeping through as she panted slightly. She walked over to the speaker, ignoring a confused look from Izumi. “We should run that part again.”

#syfxjia #convo: jia

Mijung was exhausted from filming. She didn’t know what it was about standing in front of a camera, repeating lines that seemed to take so much more of a toll than the hours upon hours she spent on a weekly basis in the practice room, dancing until her legs were jelly. Surely, it was more mental than physical. Mijung desperately needed to refuel. Technical errors with some of the cameras meant she’d been given a precious break from the set of Tempted. Sunglasses, baseball cap and mask covering most of her face, bells on the door of a local café jingled into the evening air. The plan was to get a latte and sequester herself in a darkened corner. Mijung shuffled past a suspiciously familiar face, exiting as she tried to enter.

“Excuse me,” Mijung said, dipping her head low and praying not to be recognized.

#syf:starter

jaennie

miss chanel

#visuals #era: wow thing

@syfchaerin

Despite being in one of the hottest rookie groups of the last few years, it wasn’t unusual for StarbrighT members to go weeks without seeing each other. Mijung didn’t particularly mind. She was used to being alone. So, she as more surprised than anything else when one of her managers mentioned that she’d be working with Chaerin in the recording studio. Generally, Mijung’s busy schedule meant she recorded her lines alone. This felt more as though the studio had been double booked and they were rolling with it than a deliberate team-building plan.

Mijung glanced nervously around the room. “Ah, should you go first, shouldn’t you? You’re the main vocal, after all...”

#convo: chaerin #syfchaerin

@syfilhoon

To say the table read had been going poorly would be putting it mildly. Mijung had been furious since she discovered that main lead in the big vehicle meant to move her away from spoiled villainess roles was Choi Ilhoon of all people. She’d once admired and respected him, but CounterPoint, as it had done with much of her life, turned that on its head. She now resented his rabid fans and their petty acusations. More than that, she associated Ilhoon with her greatest failure. The pain and disappointment, still fresh so many years later, focused into a glare in his direction every time he spoke.

Mijung was only too eager to escape the suffocating room when the director wisely called for a break. She needed space. More importantly, she needed time to consider how she would navigate the next couple of months. The universe had other plans.

As she rounded a corner, Mijung bumped into the person she least wanted to see.

“Ilhoon Sunbaenim,” she said, with gritted teath and averted eyes, followed by a small bow of her head. “Pardon me, I just need to get some fresh air.”

#convo: ilhoon #syfilhoon #i hope this is okay!

syfsunan:

@syfjade

It wasn’t that Sunan hated Jade by any means. Really, he generally alternated between not caring about her in the slightest and reluctant respect. However, it was incredibly fun to tease her. Also, it drove Min insane, which was always a bonus.

“As far as the internet is concerned, we are practically married,” Sunan said. They then yanked a cookie of the plate. “Is there a reason you called me here all secretive?”

“It’s not like I want to spend my free time with you,” Mijung said in a low his of a whisper. She got enough of Sunan at work. Meeting with him in an out of the way café was not her idea of a fun time. She’d rather be practicing for her next comeback.

“We need to find a way to put an end to all those rumors. I’m tired of it.”