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Setting: Busan Summer Festival Date: July 11th Time: 2:27PM

Trevor enjoyed helping aspiring rappers, there were few things that brought him more joy than doing that, but he couldn’t deny the fact that trying to get a bunch of teenagers to settle down and listen wasn’t really all that easy. After the shock and excitement of a members of three famous idol groups being there to teach them wore off, it turned into a pissing contest between the mentees to see who the better rapper was. They were all obviously trying to impress the three idol mentors there, which was as frustrating as it was amusing. The two hours he had to spend there were long and grueling, but in the end, all of the students ended up having a good time and learning a lot, which was all that truly mattered.

With his duties for the day completed until the performance Knight had scheduled for that night, Trevor had the next several hours to himself. The thought of running back to Seoul to get some shut eye for a little while was tempting, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep for longer than an hour if he did that. So he decided to stick around the venue for a little while, which was how he found himself behind one of the food carts out of sight from everyone else. A cigarette was placed between his lips and he flicked his lighter a few times, trying to catch the flame on the end, before smoke finally filtered through his slightly parted lips. He had just tucked his lighter away when he caught sight of movement in his peripheral vision, coaxing him to pick up his hand and look at the person. “If you had any idea what kind of day I had, you’d be lighting this for me.”

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[ARTICLE] IDOLS PREPARING FOR FIRST ANNUAL BUSAN SUMMER FESTIVAL

In conjunction with BC Entertainment, Dimensions Entertainment, Gold Star Media, and SBS, the city of Busan has announced the first annual Busan Summer Festival, taking place from July 9th to July 13th. A number of local events will occur over the span of the festival, but the main attraction will be the entertainment, bringing top celebrities to the city over the course of the week.

The main events of the festival will be a series of three concerts bringing together top idols and artists for three fun summer Night On The Beach concerts featuring some of the hottest hits of the past decade, but fans can also meet these idols throughout the week, as they’ll be hosting festivities and giving back to the Busan community.

The three companies and SBS have released a joint statement saying that through this festival, they hope to celebrate the lively and bustling community of Busan and all the idols have expressed excitement for the festival.

All three of the festival concerts will be filmed and aired on SBS later in the summer.

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status: closed with @fmdtheo location: busan festival

the hand he’s holding is warm and even with the high temperature taesung doesn’t even consider dropping it. it’s not often that they get to do this, walk hand in hand at an open place, without the risk of anyone catching them and a scandal breaking that will end both their careers, so taesung is more than happy to keep the grip tight even if it might become uncomfortable eventually. he’s dragging theo even further away from the crowd, barely anyone left in this side of this beach since the concert is happening the other way. his boyfriend has already performed with his group, should probably be on his way back to seoul by now, but tae had promised – after quite a bit of convincing – theo’s manager that he’d drive the boy back as soon as possible. and so they are allowed to have an hour or so together, without having to think about how busy the two of them are going to be once more. he only stops once he deems himself satisfied with the distance and the privacy the two of them will have, only to spin theo around so the boy is facing the ocean and to step behind him, wrapping his arms around the younger boy’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. “ it looks lovely doesn’t it, ” he turns his head to press lips against theo’s cheek. “ almost as lovely as you is what i’d say if i was a sleazy bastard, which i’m not might i add, at least not anymore, but you do look even prettier under the moonlight, baby boy. ”

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Location: Busan Summer Festival

Date: July 9, 2018

Location: 1:30PM

He knew there were those excited to have him today as one of the rap mentors as Origin’s popularity was no joke today. But, Junsu had pushed all that aside for today to teach and speak with aspiring rappers. He was here to teach all there was needed to know about rapping, what to expect when becoming an idol rapper, and giving advice. Though, for Junsu he could see some weren’t taking it seriously and he really saw it as a shame. It just showed him how ignorant they were. He knows that his rapping style was different from others and how he sometimes like to play on words or his raps seem to have a deeper meaning behind it. But, he gets the message he wants to get across done. He wanted the students he got to understand that they should find their own style and go with it. He doesn’t want any of them to copy others as that doesn’t show their true selves and prove to the public how unique they were from other rappers. There were times when he was teaching and discussing with the students things got heated, but he was quick to calm things down. He managed to get what he wanted to teach in the two hours done and he does hope that the students found something valuable with what he taught them.

Now that he was done for the day, he was exhausted. Never did he see himself teaching people about rapping. Well, at least he has some experience now when it came to teaching. Now here he was with the other sharing about his day of being a rap mentor. “You know I never thought teaching would be so exhausting,” he sighs. “But, at the same time it was amusing. There was one person who thought they could rap better than me. I was quick to point out their flaws they had in their rap when I asked them to rap for me and gave them advice to improve. They were mumbling so much I couldn’t understand a word. I even asked for their opinions too and that person just got angry. They just kept glaring me throughout the remainder of the time left. I feel that person should be grateful I gave them advice on how they could improve, but it’s their loss.”

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˗ˏˋ ❀ ━━━ ⋅ basking in the unfortunate afterglow of embarrassment had never been fun for yunyeong, & it seemed as though that the maknae of CHARM often found himself with cheeks stained over with shades of merlot & vermillion, & a heart racing a mile a millisecond due to feeling humiliated about one thing or another. having been selected to model swimwear during the busan summer festival made him slightly nervous, but truth be told, he was excited to be put in a light that didn’t make him look like a child. besides, it wasn’t as though he was made to wear anything too REVEALING, so he thought he would be able to escape unscathed. however, after the event had taken place, he was alerted that, many of his fans had commented on how well - shaped, smooth, & beautiful his legs were, & that alone made his stomach churn with an influx of variegated butterflies ; some of their wings painted with hues of flattery while others were drenched in tints of chagrin. shaking his head back & forth, he stared down at his lap & chuckled anxiously ; reading over articles covering the subject at hand, or really, his growth from the once B A B Y I S H youngest member of his group to a more mature, sexy man. never in his life did he think that the words ❛ MATURE & SEXY ❜ would be used to describe him, so the shock that bestowed itself upon him was quite strange. turning to the person at his right, he shrugged his shoulders & grimaced ; his face angled towards his lap.

❝ it’s weird... like, i don’t know how to feel about being treated as anything other than a child. normally people tell me how CUTE i am, but it’s rare that anyone ever comments on my body... ❞ the danseur mused, a soft flurry of laughter trilling from between his full lips. ❝ is this what being objectified feels like ?? first it was my legs, now they’re talking about my butt... ❞ while he knew that his bottom - half was well - toned & nicely developed due to many years spent perfecting the art of dance, no one had ever been brazen enough to compliment him there except for his boyfriend, so it was a curious predicament. ❝ i wanna be like, flattered that they think all of its nice, but like, now i’m kinda self - conscious about it, hah. ❞

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“god, this is awful.” the disheartened girl finally allows herself a second to rest, something that she hadn’t been able to do for hours. she’d vocalized her displeasure for her assigned activities several times, both of them requiring heavy physical activity. wasn’t practice enough? mi-cha would never work out unless forced, but for once in her life she’d found getting out and active fun. the obstacle course earlier that day had made her whole body sore, and the volleyball tournament had only added to the pain. still, she had to admit that the events had proved to be more fun than she’d thought, especially volleyball.

when she had first read her name under the tournament, the girl was indifferent. however, after surprisingly beating out the first team, her competitive nature hit hard. maybe a little too hard. taunting the opposing team’s idols, the jumping and cheers of victory whenever they’d scored a point. she’d completely lost herself in the heat of the game, and now she was eliminated.

trudging over to the familiar face waiting for her, luna was definitely a pitiful sight. eyes full of disappointment, body aching with fatigue. with a sigh, she finally approached the idol with a sheepish smile, embarrassed at her own cocky behavior only minutes before.

“did i take it too far?” the female asks simply, staring on with envy at the winning partners celebrating their victory in front of her. “ i mean, everyone gets a little competitive...right?”

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status: closed with @hanbitfmd location: busan festival

seeing as the boy knows he will be stuck in this place until his members collectively decide to go back, joohwan takes the opportunity to walk around the festival before blue’s game starts. he feels ridiculous, showing up solely because he’s been in a good enough mood to attempt some niceties towards his members. it’s silly for he reckons they wouldn’t even have missed him if he hadn’t showed up, wouldn’t expect him to be here anyway, and joohwan is making this effort for absolutely nothing. but at least the sand feels good under his feet, the shorts he’s wearing exposing his legs to the summer heat that doesn’t seem to go away no matter how late it is. he’d even dare walking by the water, but it’s too crowded in that direction and the last thing the boy wants is for people to start bothering him. the dancer takes that into consideration, deciding to walk back to where he last saw his members, when he steps on something that immediately has him letting out a curse, his leg recoiling by instinct. his eyes fall to the broken glass bottle lying forgotten on the sand and the thin trail of blood running down his foot, the pain not even registering with the level of his anger. “ hijo de- hey, you, ” he calls out to a boy standing with his back to him. “ do you have a water bottle or something? ”

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˗ˏˋ ✰ ━━━ ⋅ while his mother & father had beckoned him to be as protected from the damaging ultraviolet rays of the summertime sun as much as possible, gunwoo decided to turn away from their lessons for one whole week as he entertained the multitude festivities going on at music festival taking place in busan ; his once alabaster dermis becoming slowly, but surely, painting over with the most glorious, rich warm - toned tan. truth be told, the tall male would’ve loved to rock his natural complexion year - round, but being the spokesmodel of an extremely lucrative & popular cosmetics company for men meant that he needed to uphold the image that the general public longed to see ; pearlescent, clear, & glass - like skin as opposed to tawny freckles sprinkling over the bridge of a nose, & a shade of C A R A M E L blanketing each inch of flesh. nothing angered him more than the blatant colorism that took place in most of east asia, & were he ever be bold enough to take the reins on his family’s conglomerate, he would strive to make it an all - inclusive business that catered to a broad range of hues, & he would even focus on models who differed greatly from the ridiculous beauty standards that his homeland idolized. however, almost in opposition of what his parents wanted, he only donned broad spectrum spf while he was out & about, & presently, he was kicking a football back & forth with one of his comrades ; long, muscular stems bathed in the balmy beams from above, his patterned designer shorts hugging his hips well as he carried on his athleticism.

however, after one strong punt forward, the black & white sphere catapulted through the air, & much to his bad fortunate, made contact with a passerby that happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. ❝ AH, SHIBAL ! ❞ he exclaimed, rushing over to the individual that he had struck. ❝ ah, i’m so sorry ! i must’ve kicked the ball too hard, are you okay ?? do you need me to get you anything or call the medic ?? i’m such a dumbass... i’m sorry ! ❞ ˎˊ˗

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