#deuxblues

[cosmicskys]

"when is ydh going to give you a solo unnie????? and what kind of music do you want to release?????"

🍀: i'd love a solo too ㅠㅠ 🍀: hmm, something dreamy like angelix's music but also something that shows off my vocals would be nice, wouldn't it? 🍀: what kind of concept do you want to see me do, y/n?

[virtuepoint]

who's your haute pink bias?

seowon: [QUESTION IGNORED]

[neutralcha0tic]

have a break have a cigarette with @deuxblues

she was supposed to be chill about this and just enjoy her life. that's what she had been doing at least for the bigger portion of the last year and a bit. however, things never seem to go like she likes, and she ends up seeing and speaking with someone she wished to not have to see again. numerous reasons, but heartbreak is a thing and jules is petty. and upset. and she needs a distraction. or something.

that is exactly how she found herself in jaeyoon's company earlier in the day, a simple sample session, messing about with some songs and enjoy the afternoon. it was supposed to be like that.. if she had shut up for exactly 5 minutes since walking through the door. that was maybe an hour ago? an hour and a half probably and she had to go and get herself a drink, a coffee, iced americano. she comes back, a few minutes later.

"and you know what?" she continues, as if she hadn't left "he acts like nothing had happened, like everything is okay. can i talk with you? like we are best friends!" she doesn't get angry a lot, but she is on the path of bursting a vein from the stress she is causing herself.

[nocelestialz]

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, @deuxblues dazed korea party.

jiho didn't love events like this.

most of the time, they were too loud and involved way too much socializing for her to feel comfortable. however, midas wanted to keep pushing her into fashion and get her advertisement deals, which meant she had to deal with making friendly conversation with people within the industry.

nevertheless, if jiho had to pick one positive thing about being here, it would probably be getting to watch the artists perform. there were only two artists, but they were both people she appreciated greatly, and she found herself genuinely smiling throughout all their performances.

"one of those songs you performed tonight was from your new album, right? i don't think i've heard it before, and i know pretty much your whole discography." she couldn't take up this chance of sharing her thoughts on jaeyoon's newest release. she's already revealed to him how much of a fan of his music she was, and she had been looking forward to his comeback. however, as she was preparing for this very event they were both attending, she hadn't had a chance to listen to it just yet.

[mymontage]

UNCHARTED with @deuxblues backdated: 2020

When it comes to producing a song, Yuchan’s greatest challenge is to not overthink every part of it. He composes, layers the sound, experiments with the audios from the sound pack he recently downloaded, and then thinks that he’s shooting himself in the foot with how instrumental he’s making his choruses. It’s a long procedure of picking and choosing and writing. It’s longer than it has to be, because Yuchan is nothing if his music isn’t tried and true.

He snaps out of it earlier this time, though. Attention stolen by the studio’s door opening in the corner of his eye, he sits up straight and puts the laptop that was previously on his lap to his desk. 

It’s Kevin Yoon! It’s Cho Taejoon! It’s… Blue. Joo Jaeyoon (which Yuchan, currently high on the studio air, laughs at. Jaeyoon’s name kinda sounds like their names mixed together. It's funny.).

“Hey?” Yuchan attempts to greet him, his hands removing his headphones from his ears so that they’re placed around his neck instead. He knows about this one, but of course he does. Yuchan had made it his mission, when Remedy were a lot less successful that they are now, to know the artists that are above them: faces committed to memory like flashcards, a position written beneath each name, a conversational snippet that was overheard, or general perspectives that their mutuals or tabloids share. Still, he’ll pass it off as a question when he later asks ‘You’re Jaeyoon, right?’ with just the right amount of ambiguity.

Yuchan stands up, bowing a little. The most raw form of Kim Yuchan exists in the timeframe where he’s inside the studio– and there’s something about Jaeyoon who just stumbled in and smells of alcohol. He’s intrigued. He looks down at his watch, checking the time. “I don’t think we’ve met before, uh– do you need anything?” He continues, shifting around a little.