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[wsyurim]

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there was this odd phenomenon within the industry where once an idol turned 25, they were automatically considered old. yurim’s not sure where this started or how it’s even become a thing, but she could slowly see it creep up on her as well. while she’s not usually one to worry about what others thought about her, she couldn’t help but see the increasing amount of comments that mentioned her age as the milestone grew closer and closer. 

it would be her birthday in about a month, but that didn’t mean too much when she was already considered 25 in society. that came true the moment the clock rang midnight on january 1st of this year. it’s just never been a very prevalent thought in her head until now. 25. what was so special about 25? why did people even refer to it as half 50? most of all, why was she feeling so odd about it? yurim strictly blames society and its ageist tendencies. 

the thoughts are lingering in the back of her head as she roams around the company building. she’s here to maybe practice another song or two when she spots somebody walking with a cane. she only vaguely recognizes the individual, but she rushes over nevertheless because he looks like he’s struggling. “woah, do you need some help?”

[wselliot]

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it wasn’t as if elliot always set out to be a menace. it’s just kind of how things happened. he just made himself much too at home with everybody and didn’t always realise when people needed a break from his slightly overwhelming personality. like on their days off. when it was way past their bedtime. 

wandering into haneul and danny’s room, humming loudly to himself, el flicked the light switch on. he was on a mad search for what he deemed to be the coziest sweater to wear to bed. neither hyunsoo or sunghoon had any that were up to his standards so he had moved on to what he figured would be the best place. han always looked huggable so he probably had the comfiest sweaters. 

he shuffled over and flung the closet open. “no. no. no.” he huffed as he sorted through the clothes hanging much neater than the ones in his own closet. maybe if he took some organization pointers from han he would be able to find his own things when he needed them. 

“ooooooh.” el stopped his asearching, tugging the sweater off of the hanger. “yes. this is perfect. very nice. thank you very much.” 

[wsmoonsik]

officialphoenix: two surprises in one post

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[wssol]

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   ➝  bitna let out a loud groan as she shut the cabinet. all the snacks were gone-- that would figure. the girls had been without schedules and were given a bit more leniency with their snacking, even if they usually were on a diet during promotions. while this was overwhelming a good thing in all the girl’s eyes it also meant that they were going through snacks faster than any of them realized. having just woken up from a nap, the red head’s stomach was growling in protest and demanding chocolate and there was none to be had. she whined loudly, stomping her feet on the ground like a small child, only comfortable with the behavior since she was alone. 

dragging herself out of the kitchen, she hollered something into the dormitory living room about going to the comet cafe to get some food before shuffling her way out. the thought crossed her mind that she didn’t look all that great, dressed in short shorts and a hoodie that would be big on members of the boy groups at yuseong and no makeup and a messy ponytail but she could only care so much. she was already considered the least pretty of etoile so she wouldn’t disappoint anyone with her looks if she was seen by anyone outside of the company. 

despite being an idol under yuseong for years, the building still felt foreign and overwhelming. it made her feel even smaller than usual, if that was possible. she moved with purpose on her way to the cafe, hoping no one would stop her to chat. her bright appearance was a mask for a very shy, uncomfortable introvert but very few apart from the etoile members knew is was a farce and expected her to be the energy pill she always seemed to be on variety. she wasn’t sure if she had enough energy in her battery to perform like that today, at least not before getting something to snack on.

wrapped in her thoughts, she took in none of the details around her-- something she was guilty of often. she had made a note to be better about the habit but she clearly had more work to do. a loud “oomph!” escaped her lips as she ran head on into a much taller body. being preoccupied meant she didn’t have the forethought to brace herself and she rather unceremoniously toppled to the floor. “was that a brick wall?” she wondered aloud, rubbing her shoulder that was now aching from the impact. she let out a huff, her hair flying everywhere from the stream of air. she looked a proper mess, she was sure. “i’m really sorry about that. i don’t know what got into me, i just wasn’t paying attention.” she apologized profusely, still planted firmly on the ground. 

[wschorong]

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"Oh, no." The staff's explanation went through one ear and out another. The occasional word slips through. Haneul, injured, going to the hospital. "Oh, no no..." Chorong mumbled to herself as she fumbled for her phone, searching for the proper numbers to call, text, anything. With the music festival already cleared out, it's the perfect chance for her to slip away without the permission of any managers or those who might have been looking out for her. It's not atypical for the Dandelion member. ( Though, most would learn it would be best if she were kept on a short leash. )

As she slid into the back seat of a cab, her mind was racing, and her face scrunched together in an attempt to hold back the tears threatening to fall. "To the nearest hospital please!" And step on it! She leaned her head against the window. Everything would be fine. There was no need for her dramatics. The entire ride there was something of a blur, and before she knew it, she was stumbling into the hospital's gift kiosk to buy flowers and a small bear with "get well soon" embroidered on its stomach. ( As if either would cure Haneul of anything that happened. )

She stepped up to the receptionist's desk, lips pulled up into a pout and her eyes already bursting with tears. "I need to see Seo Haneul! What room is he in?" Really, there was no need for such dramatics. It wasn't as if he were on the verge or death or lost a limb or... Her eyes grew into saucers. But what if?

"Err... Well, who are you to him? Visiting standards say thatㅡ"

Think quick, Chorong. It's time to put that acting ability to good use. To come up with a partially believable lie. Not his sister, no. And no way would they believe she was his aunt, what with being younger than him. "I am... his cousin!"

The nurse eyed her with skepticism but combed through her clipboard with a resigned sign. "Fine. Room down the left hall. It's the only one with a closed door right now. Just don't cause any trouble or you're out of here." Chorong immediately broke into a run, bolting down the hallway until she came across what could only hope was his room. She knocked on the door with her free hand, peering into the small window on the door to see ㅡ His manager, glaring back at her with defiance.

"Please! Let me in. I need to see Haneul! Is he okay? I-it's Chorong! I got him flowers and a snack, look! Look!" She held up her gifts in an attempt to make an appeal, hoping she was at least loud enough for Haneul to hear on the other side.