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MUSIC SHOW IN CHILE

Welcome to KBS Showtime Showcase: Chile! This is the latest in a series of KBS The Showtime showcases that have taken place in various destinations as a chance for idols to show their live skills to a broader audience. It’s the first time the outfit will be venturing far afield, however, with other similar concerts sticking close to home on the Asian continent. It’s a big move for Showtime and they need to make sure it pays off, so be prepared to bring your A game! The full setlist can be found below the cut - we know it’s a pretty unbelievably long set up but we’re asking for some suspension of disbelief here, since we make sure all our active artists can attend, regardless of if they’re currently promoting / have promoted a song in 2019, and so on, so that everyone can be “present” for the event. You’ll notice that there are open slots available for special performances - these may be claimed via the form found below the cut.

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ignite

a foreign location, a familiar face with @ryanid

it’s daein’s first time with chile. not that he really feels like a vacationer. he’d just been ushered to a hotel from a plan, a venue, and then back to the hotel. he’d seen glimpses. like slots through the blinds of the city around him. he’d snapped a few pictures. streaks of lights and blurry buildings. a picture of himself, the back-dropped silhouette of the city glow on his ride back, after the showcase had wrapped. maybe later he’ll caption it, throw it on his instagram for his fans. but not right now. instead, he finds a slightly crowded room of idols looking to unwind after the event. or perhaps that’s true to some, others look like they might be chasing after something more exciting. a dose of adrenaline dialed up by rebull and shots.

but daein has his own addictions he’s reaching for. something that makes his heart stutter in his chest, a pull of something dark and greedy that crashing into something similar and just as alarming in her own presence. “found you,” he ducks his head down to whisper this into ryan’s ear when he finds her. he hadn’t been stuck in the same hotel as the midas acts, but all the companies looked to book in clusters around the venue, and it hadn’t been hard to message around and figure it out. his fame tinged face was his ticket into getting in, knew enough of the subdued party goers to waltz his way inside.

maybe it’s still odd. but it’s an oddity that ryan usually seems to appreciate. they meet halfway, in their own skewed interpretation of how desire, want works. it suits him, or them. at least for now. but it’s an unpredictable thing, this sort of love. and an easily misconstrued thing.

“were you hiding before?” more a joke than anything else, but daein hadn’t managed to run into ryan into his cursory lap around the small stadium that the showcase was held in. but they’d all been herded into waiting rooms, and there were too many groups and members and back dancers all scurrying around like rats lost to a maze and daein had given up on that prize. at least momentarily. daein folds himself closer, head tipping to he can catch ryan’s eyes. she still has her performance makeup on, and he catches flecks of glitter glowing into the dimmed lighting. “find anyone fun?” before i came is implied.

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broken parts.

@idmilo, music showcase chile, night at a private hotel party.

milo’s name is trapped in san’s phone. some of the unread notifications are from him. a glaring red dot, an eye that judges. but he’s busy, he defends. hes been busy. recording his song, choreographing, working in japan. and then stage prep for the showcase. he’s been busy. too busy to talk to milo. too busy to tap open those messages and see what he’d sent him. and does it even matter -- what are they? san still can’t figure it out. he knows that long ago he took them both between his hands and snapped their relationship in half. they didn’t bounce back, but they came back together. jagged linens that don’t fit quite right.

an unspoken want, and thinking of milo sometimes feels like static underneath his skin. pins and needles. a feeling he wants to escape from. he’d been busy. he hadn’t had time to see him. he’d only been ignoring him for a bit (for no other reason than being busy of course, or, that’s what he tells himself), but hasn’t it happened before? months gone by with no contact? but then, this time milo had been reaching out and san hadn’t bothered. he didn’t know if the reason for the messages was inane or important.

but he knows that when he runs into milo at the hotel later, drink in hand, that he probably should’ve bothered to open them. contact him. find him before their stages. something. but he hadn’t. san doesn’t apologize, doesn’t preemptively ask for forgiveness. he should, but he doesn’t. instead, he acts like nothing has happened. the avenue san falls back on often to deal with his problems. like if he closes his eyes they might disappear. “hey you, having fun yet?” san asks him, and he’s already downed a few drinks. it’s what san does when he has an access to a bar and has previously been forced to sit confined in a room with the rest of olympus for more than five minutes.

milo looks nice, he always does. had on stage, too. it always brings about complicated feelings for san. ugly feelings. jealousy, want. a yearning that he can’t quiet. something that calls and cries. wonders if one day milo will burn so brightly that san will finally become nothing to everyone. to midas, his mother, milo, himself. a thought of a boy snuffed out. gone. “i saw you on stage,” but san doesn’t press past that, just looks at him and subdues the urge he has to reach out. fit a hand to his hip. press his fingers hard into skin. in anger or desire, sometimes it’s hard to figure it out. separate the two.

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after hours.

ft. @idxdaehyun; after show, poolside.

it’s a routine for seokyung at this point. he came, he saw, he rehearsed, he performed, that was it. he was done, he had nothing left to do but sleep and wait until it was time to go back home. admittedly, it was pretty sad. mostly because for once? he wasn’t all-too-bothered to be here, he had been in a particular pretty good mood, and that’s something considering the kind of person kyo seokyung is. but after the show, he couldn’t help but see everyone hanging out, some people switching hotels, some people going out, some even attending the late night party going on in the hotel lobby. but not seokyung.

no, seokyung wanted to go to bed and just wait, what else could he even do? he hadn’t seen any of his friends around, which was a bummer. so he’s on his way to the elevator when he hears a group of young girls address him. he’s not familiar with any of them and he lets them see that when his attitude is nothing but serious and almost taciturn; they’re all trainees and they stand there and they praise him and tell him how good he did today. he nods and he says ‘i know’, because he does. he always does good, anyway.

he looks up and realizes there’s plenty of people hanging out poolside and he’s not really too interested in any of them but a particular young guy he met a couple of months ago. he excuses himself (not so rudely for once) and heads out. he met yoo daehyun at a party not too long ago and after striking conversation with him, he realized there was something different about him compared to the rest of the overly-excited or overly-annoying hopefuls that were looking to make a name for themselves. just as he was some years ago.

daehyun was certainly different and seokyung thought that was a pretty great trait to have, if he could call it that. so he approaches him from behind, places an arm around his shoulder and notices he has a drink in his hand. he has no idea if there’s alcohol or not in it, but seokyung still takes it from his hand and raises an eyebrow, “there better not be any alcohol in this?” he’s trying to joke with him, obviously holding to the fact he’s young and for all he knows, just barely legal. but he obviously doesn’t care if he is or if he isn’t drinking alcohol. chuckling, he gives him back his drink and pats his shoulder, “hey, you did good tonight, by the way. figured i’d let you know but i didn’t see you when the show ended so, i wanted to tell you now before i head to bed.”

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honey.

ft. @idyulhee; in chile, lonely hearts & two spoonfuls of sugar.

today is better than yesterday, or so he tells himself constantly. the last few days have been a blur in many different kind of senses not even hyukjae’s mind can comprehend. he’s on the verge of exhaustion and they just arrived to chile, so that’s already pretty fucked up. but today seems to be a pretty good morning after a long and tiring flight he couldn’t even enjoy because a kid kept kicking his seat. he had the kbs show to look forward to, the titanium performance and of course, his special stage with aroon.

ah, his best friend.

he really didn’t even want to think too much about him, nor them; which is why he decided to sneak out of their shared hotel room, just go down to the restaurant and have breakfast by himself. it actually sounded like a pretty relaxing idea, it would allow him to remain calm, hopefully not overthink and just... be at peace with himself, for once. but those plans come crashing down when he spots no other but ji yulhee closing her hotel room behind her.

there’s a small, sweet and quite cute story behind them. they debuted on the same year and the moment hyukjae laid his eyes on her; he was hooked.. and he was also too embarrassed to speak up about it. in a few words, he could only describe her as his ideal type. not only was she beautiful, but he loved watching her perform because she possessed such strength and such presence, he couldn’t even help but crush hard on her.

eventually life’s casualties brought them together, hyukjae gathered enough courage (despite, of course, the limitations of their respective companies when it comes down to dating and yet, still asked her out). things, however, didn’t really go too well. she’s a fantastic person, he thought and still absolutely believes, but they are too different, their personalities completely opposite to one another and yet, there’s still a connection that evolves from an innocent crush into something more platonic, into a friendship he wouldn’t dare trade for anything else in the world.

“ah, noona.” his steps get a little bit quicker as he catches up to her, a smile, although exhausted, still spreads on his face. “good morning, where are you going?” he’s too nonchalant, but also maybe too inquisitive, so he lets out a soft chuckle, “sorry, i’m just wondering because i’m about to go get breakfast.” so he pauses for two seconds, “and i was wondering, if you’re hungry, would like to have breakfast with me?”.

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let’s grab a drink

@idxking

Jia was not entirely sure where the bravery came from, except that she needed to make up for embarrassing King and for the drink he was kind enough to get her on the night of the Gayos. So, she invited him for a drink in the cabana by the pool. Admittedly, they were both standing near the bar, but it hardly made it less daunting for her to ask him to hang out, though they had known each other for years. She was too entirely sober for this, but she managed to stutter out the words, thankfully not calling him pretty a single time.

“King oppa... would you like to grab a drink? I wanted to apologize for embarrassing myself so much the other night,” she said. Except, the other night was a long time ago. Great. Her foot was in her mouth again. “Please, I heard they make a very good borgoña. Or I can get you some mote con huesillo if you prefer something with no alcohol.” She needed to shut her mouth before she rambled on, listing any drinks she knew in Spanish when he clearly was not going to understand. Instead, she turned around and headed for the cabana, not looking back to see if he was following her, since that would involve far too much eye contact. Instead, she plopped herself in front of a stool and began speaking to the bartender in rapid fire Spanish, which was met with a surprised look from them. Of course. Though her ancestry was Puerto Rican, her face screamed Korean. She placed the order for the borgoña, clearing her throat.

“Um, what would you like...King oppa?” His name still sounded like a question coming out of her mouth. She was not exactly used to calling him anything. Mostly it was just a lot of gaping and praying he didn’t know she went out with Jinhwan once over a year ago. Or that he at least had the decency to not make fun of the way the way she acted on said date. “I can order it for you.”

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loading ↺ revelry with @idaroon in chile.

the sun has long since dipped beyond the horizon but there’s a warmth that lingers on the rooftop garden of the hotel, lush with greenery and picturesque against the sky. alongside aroon, remi has few others she’s interested in establishing a true friendship with, one that isn’t clouded by sex or feelings or some other absurd complication that makes less than a lick of sense at the end of the day.

there’s a glass in her hand, the stem slender and cold to the touch despite the warmth of the ambient air, and remi feels truly that this is the most pleasant spring evening she’s had in awhile. compared to the smog of seoul the air is clean and crisp and there is such a freedom, here, that comes with being no one. there’s so often a shadow cast over her interactions with others, not the least informed by the fact that most of the people she comes into contact with on a daily basis have seen “her” naked. have made assumptions of her character based on the rumored follies of a young girl. have already created a narrative around her, of one thing or another, some expectation that she either must live up too or be crucified for imperfectly embodying.

sometimes she wonders how she stumbled into this industry at all. why she tried for that second chance. why she bothered to be so devastated when vixen imploded, went down the drain. she should have taken that as her second chance at life. she frequently thinks this, as nightmare struggles to gain footing, as the subunits release to greater mediocrity than expected. she’s not got high hopes for her own, though she’s at least not entirely disgusted with the song, which she’s now had the luxury of hearing.

she drapes an arm over his shoulder and leans in against him. “so how does it feel to be in a successful group in a real company, and can you get me an in?” she laughs out, half-slurs it, tongue thick with the taste of wine. “kidding, mostly.” her nose crinkles upwards as she stretches long legs with a sigh. “tell me what’s going on with you, these days.”

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wanderlust.

@idaroon // wandering the streets of chile

juniper is delighted in her anonymity. it’s not that she’s that famous back home, but there have always been people around her. people who knew her or her father. people who recognized her from the show as a baby and pinched at her cheeks, tousled her short-cut hair. people who felt the need to comment on her tomboyish style, or how big she had gotten. over the years it had abated, as she fled to the states in the wake of her father’s scandals, and with his absolution returned. by that point she’d been different. older, and changed.

her life has been a series of changes in that way. from a celebrity’s child to a “celebrity” child to a nobody in america to a normal enough high school student -with a catch, a caveat. a trainee, and an idol, a member of her.oine and then a member of jawbreaker, and who knew what would come next? she’s trying now, to build herself up into something else. another new mask for juniper to wear. juniper the soloist this time, juniper the artist. juniper who can produce adn juniper who can rap and juniper who can write and juniper who can sing. and perhaps not so much juniper who can dance. it’s not that she’s the worst dancer ever, obviously, but her performance abilities and practice are what get her by and since her label has given the promise of a more stationary debut as a soloist (however far down the line that may be) she can’t help but be a little bit relieved.

here, though, the sun is warm and sliding down, setting slow and languid across the horizon. here she isn’t anyone. she isn’t oh jua and she isn’t juniper oh. she isn’t her.oine’s juniper and she isn’t jawbreaker’s juniper. she isn’t the girl on unpretty rapstar and she isn’t her father’s junebug. she’s just herself, in the barest form, in the most basic and plain. with the finery and fuss stripped away as she winds her way down the long streets, she’s just a tourist, a face blurring into the crowd, with her arm linked through aroon’s companionably and a smile on her lips, that same smile she was once not allowed to flash so recklessly lest it undermine her image. “i like chile,” she determines, having seen a whole half a kilometer of it at this point, winding their way from the confines of the hotel in laconic steps. “what about you?” she drops her arm to link her hands behind her back, stretches them up with a sigh. “at the very least i like the weather. and walking. just...walking. without a fuss. ” there’s a satisfied nod to punctuate before, “where should we go?”

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