#idhwarin

[idhyejin]

my world

( + produce project ep. two ft. @idhwarin )

“ugh, i am so exhausted and so hungry.” 

hyejin bursts into the small kitchen of the girl’s dorm, bare-faced and tired, her dark eyes searching for something to satisfy her. out of the corner of her vision, she spots another girl at the table, but pays no attention to her. right now, she’s too focused on getting food -- hyejin hadn’t eaten since dawn and now it was nighttime. feeling another pang of pain in her stomach, she quickly finds upon her search that someone else in the dorms had made some rice and gimbap earlier, having stored the leftovers in the fridge. a grin grows wide on the trainee’s face. 

jackpot.

carrying the food to the microwave, she heats it up quickly before turning around towards the table that was there in the kitchen. there’s a clear view for her now of who else was in the room.

a frown suddenly settles on her face as she recognizes the girl. bae hwarin -- well, hyejin could use some entertainment. entertainment in the form of what some might consider bullying. it wasn’t that she disliked the trainee for any reason, to be exact she didn’t know exactly what made her not like hwarin. but she wasn’t like the others girls hyejin didn’t like, since she was in fact more passive, to the younger girl’s delight. cue hyejin pushing her over, criticizing her, and using her for her own benefit. it was cruel, callous, and hyejin ought to feel bad for taking advantage of hwarin’s passivity for her own pleasure. there was a tiny ounce of her that felt a slight amount of pity; however, the rest of her could care less. she was like the mean girl one would see in those old high school based movies, and she loved it.

sitting down at the table to enjoy her food, the teen glances toward the other girl, eyeing her rather carefully. she notices that the cameras in the room are turned off, which meant it was time for her to act like herself. an exasperated sigh comes suddenly from her and hyejin rolls her dark hues, full lips pursing ever so slightly. she opens these and addresses the other trainee, her tone coming out cold although it was only intended to be forward. 

“what’re you doing here, hwarin?”

[idsungyeol-archive]

— Hobby section.

Bookstore around Gangnam. August 2018.

ft. @idhwarin

Hidden behind one of his usual dark toned outfits, supporting a baseball hat, a dark mask and dark blue frames covering half of his remaining face, Sungyeol moved between different sections in the book store until he reached one that peaked his interest the most. It was no secret in Midas that Sungyeol was bored. It resulted in may fights inside the company regarding his image and solo activities. Ones that lead to nowhere. Thus, a different outlet was needed.

The hobby section in the book store was his home. One that he found over five years ago when he was first trying to drag his mind different places than the hole he was falling into. A favorite of the intellectuals, Sungyeol often joked. Mostly because he found practicing hobbies from theory much more time and mind consuming than just signing up for the activity. Which meant that his mind was occupied for an extra week or two. A great escape other than education.

His shaking digits traced along the backs of the books, trying to find something interesting he could explore that he hadn’t tried in eight years. Maybe video editing and directing. It was something Sunjung had started teaching him before. Unfortunately, there seemed to be no continuation of her lessons, Sungyeol left with a bunch of videos of himself and a bunch of ignoring from her side. Maybe he could try on his own.

Pushing his mask down and placing his glasses into a pocket of his jacket, Sungyeol took a step back from the shelves to look around for help. “Excuse me,” he called out to a girl he presumed was working there. “Is video editing under hobbies or should I be looking for some kind of a skills section? Electronics?” Genuinely clueless. Not only about the books but about the identity of the girl, too. She was not a staff. It should have been obvious from the lack of uniform. But can anyone really blame a thirty year old for his slowness.

[idsuhee]

popular.

k-con. pro.j fanmeet. / closed starter for @idhwarin !

it might just be fifty people or so, but the fact that anyone has shown up to meet her at all is a real boost to suhee’s already pretty heavily inflated ego. she hasn’t even debuted in a group yet, and even if there aren’t very many of them at all, there are still people who are already a fan of hers. she is, now that jawbreaker have pulled out of the competition, the number two contestant, after all. as if suhee needed any other reason or excuse to honk her own horn.

she’s also lucky to have hwarin sitting next to her. it would kill her to have to spend any amount of elongated time next to horse face girl and her elongated face. or even worse, ugly rabbit girl. big no no. she doesn’t need anyone to notice the fact that suhee could have ended up looking like a wild buck hare rather than a cute little bunny, if her genes had come out a little differently. the poor thing couldn’t help being born like that, but she was still the bane of suhee’s existence. looking at her was like looking at her ugly twin sister.

hwarin, however, is pretty, and they actually get along, despite their differences. hwarin is soft and kind of heart. she cries easily. suhee hasn’t shed a single tear in over a decade and has spent the vast majority of her adolescence being the girl who makes girls like hwarin cry in the first place.

as the modest number of attendees file through, she’ll admit she’s tired, even though she knows the numbers are nothing compared to the turnouts some of her more successful seniors get at their events. hwarin’s english is a whole lot better than hers could ever hope to be, so admittedly she’s been leaning on her friend for quite a bit. she understands somethings, but then not others, and the more voices she hears, the more jumbled things become. she turns to hwarin and rests her head on her shoulder, stifling back a laugh as the girl speaking with hwarin to coos something        she’s calling them cute.

previously a taboo word to use in reference to suhee, with the amount of times she’s been called it today, she’s starting to like it.  

“ thank you! ”  she replies brightly, in english, throwing the girl a heart and a smile, laughing lightly. the girl says something about her performance and she thanks her again, and shakes her hand. 

the number of attendees is small enough that they’re not all occupied at the same time, not by a mile, so when she moves away, suhee takes the chance to squeeze hwarin on the arm.  “ isn’t this fun? we would have died if you’d told either of us years ago that we would be here. ”  her tone is happy, but there’s an edge of something else to it too          ambition. she’s really saying, imagine the amount of people who might come next time.