#idminyoung

[idxdanny]

birthday cake

@idminyoung,  february 6, 2019

Danny’s worst birthday had been his sixth. His family was on its way back to Korea after an extended trip to visit his father’s relatives in the United States. The whole trip home was a disaster. There were missed canceled flights, missed connections and a massive snow storm that kept the whole family, (mom, dad and three very cranky young children) trapped in an airport overnight. By the time they made it home, it wasn’t even Danny’s birthday anymore. It was, in his mind, the worst possible birthday anyone could ever have. This idea was solidly trashed fifteen years later when Danny turned twenty-one.

Ever since New Years, Danny had more or less been kept under house arrest by his manager. He was only allowed out for 1nferno schedules and always promptly returned when they were over. The other members were given strict instructions to keep a close eye on their wayward group mate. The only thing missing was an ankle monitor. Unfortunately for Danny, MSG didn’t seem to allow for furloughs, even on birthdays.

He was allowed have a birthday vlive with his group members, but Danny had been told, in no uncertain terms, that he was not to leave the 1nferno dorms. His father, who never liked Danny’s career choices to begin with, did not take Danny’s refusal of his birthday dinner invitation well. He rejected Danny’s suggestion that the whole family come to his dorm and eat around the cramped kitchen table. Danny tried to explain, but there was no good way to tell his dad that he’d been caught sleeping with another idol and was being punished for his indiscretion. In the end, Danny’s dad hung up on him and none of the Scott-Moons were permitted to visit him. At least not until he “came to his senses” and apologized in person. Which, if his manager had anything to say about it, would be a very long time.

Instead of celebrations and gifts and time with his family, Danny was left moping on the couch, watching reruns of old dramas. When his phone vibrated with a notification, Danny almost didn’t look at it. The birthday wishes he’d been getting all day were thoughtful, but ultimately served as a reminder of how much he’d messed up. Still, he didn’t have it in him to be rude and ignore the sms. Begrudgingly, he picked up his phone and opened his messages app. The most recent message was from Minyoung.

Danny’s lips parted slightly, his brow furrowed. He didn’t understand. He thought Minyoung would never want to talk to him again after he very blatant “blind” items about the pair of them, which only added to Danny’s newfound bad boy reputation. Not that he was upset by the message. On the contrary, Danny was pleased to know that she didn’t completely hate him. Maybe their friendship could be salvaged after all. Without entirely reading her message, Danny fired off a text of his own.

‘thanks for the birthday wishes 😊’

[idmijung]

misery loves company

@idminyoung, backstage at the sbs gayo daejun

End of year festivities were always a big deal for trainees at 99. The best were chosen to be backup dancers for 99′s debuted groups. Trainees vied for the chance to be on national tv, even if it was only behind an idol, wearing nondescript clothes and basic make up. It was something to write home about. With Heaven being the only girl group, there was generally more competition between the female trainees. Mijung never had to do much competing, however. Her dance skills routinely put her at the top of the pile. She’d been in every year-end show since she joined 99 Entertainment, always in the background. Except, that was, for last year. She’d been too busy with MixedUp to participate in any shows. At the time, Mijung saw it as a sign of her progress. Now, backstage with all the other trainees decked out in black, ready to act as nothing more than set dressing, it left a bitter taste in her mouth to compare this year with the last.

A couple of trainees beside Mijung were talking excitedly, giggling. They were gawking at boy group members nearby. 1nferno, she thought it might have been, but she wasn’t sure. Mijung couldn’t be bothered to keep up with artists from other companies. POIZN and Imperial were better, anyway. Mijung tried to ignore them. It didn’t work. When she couldn’t take it anymore, Mijung decided it wouldn’t hurt if she took a little walk. It wasn’t a good idea to perform with a bad attitude, anyway. She could use the time to clear her head.

There was surprisingly little supervision for the trainees at the show. Even the idols seemed to come and go with a great deal more freedom than Mijung was used to seeing. Maybe the revelry got to the staff as well as the artists. Mijung walked with no particular destination in mind. She watched the goings-on, silently taking everything in. Someday, this would be her world, not just a once-a-year opportunity. While some people were enjoying the night, some looked stressed, still practicing, making last minute adjustments. It was a comfort to Mijung to know that other people weren’t having a very happy New Year, either. 

That feeling disappeared when Mijung saw someone she genuinely  hoped she’d never have to see again: Heo Minyoung. She was standing there, mic-ed up, ready to perform like all the other idols. Jealousy raged inside Mijung. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she got to debut. It wasn’t fair that she left. It wasn’t fair that she kept reminding Mijung, rubbing it in her face. Her comebacks, tv appearances, specifically those damn gifts. Mijung turned away, with every intent on rejoining the other 99 trainees  — it was where she belonged. Unfortunately for her, a group of stage hands appeared, carrying something that looked very heavy,. 

“Sorry, miss, we need to get through,” one said. Mijung backed away, but they kept coming her way. She walked backwards until she was just out of their way and — oof. Mijung didn’t need to turn around to know exactly who she’d just walked into. She cringed. May as well get it over with, she thought. 

Mijung stepped away, turning to face Minyoung. She didn’t look her in the eyes, but with a polite bow, she said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

[idsuhee]

reunited.

produce project ep 2. / prompt: group stages. @idminyoung !

initially, suhee hadn’t been all too happy when she was told she was being put in the cute team. she feels like she’s been running from that label for her entire life. she’s been trying to prove that she’s tougher than her pudgy little cheeks and her baby bunny smile would have people believe since she was six years old, when she had to grow up, all too fast. 

being grouped up with girls she’s able to call friends helped her warm up to the idea at first. as soon as minyoung comes to stand beside her, suhee slips one of her hands in hers. 99 trainees have got to stick together. suhee, especially, has been thrown for a loop. she doesn’t want any more people watching the show to see her just as cute, she doesn’t want 99 entertainment to start seeing her as cute. that just isn’t what she’s been training for, and whatever this stage is going to end up being, it’s certainly not going to help. 

and then, the songs are announced. she hates the way that they do these things, the way that they draw everything out for the sake of building up tension. don’t they know that all that they’re really doing is wasting time?  ‘ into the new world by snsd. ’  suhee looks up and around at the other girls surrounding them, taking in the way that they react, and all of her disappointment fades away. she feels powerful. as much as she would rather be on the charm team, she has to admit, she’s gotten a pretty fucking good deal.

less than an hour later, and suhee and minyoung have barricaded themselves in a practice room. they joked around a lot before the show about becoming known as 99 entertainment’s power vocal duo, but with some of the notes assigned to them in this song,  now they actually have the chance to prove it.  (  or make complete fools of themselves. one or the other.  )

with their vocal warm ups taken care of and out of the way, suhee lets out one last deep breath and squints at the sheets of paper they’d been given with their parts on them and then looks back up at minyoung.  “ it’ll . . . be fine. ”  of course, with being given the song that most of the girls seemed to want, there were all the more people waiting for them to fail. in front of the other girls in their group, there’s no way that suhee would express anything except confidence, but she’s able to be more candid with minyoung about these things.  “       i’m just glad we’ve been put on the same team. ”

[idxdanny]

🎁

Send me 🎁 to find out what my muse would give yours for Christmas.

It’s an apology gift more than anything else, to make up for the thing with the mistletoe. (He still cringes every time he thinks about it.)

Danny doesn’t know Minyoung, not really. So, it’d hard finding a present for her. He’s not sure what she likes, what she doesn’t. But he still feels like he has to get her something to make up for the trouble he caused her. Caused them both. He spends hours looking browsing online stores — because the whole thing is suspicious enough without him going into an actual, physical shop and asking for help getting a present for a girl — trying to find something he can redeem himself with. All shame goes out the window when he starts watching old episodes of Pro.J trying to figure out exactly who Minyoung is, what would make her happy. His roommate catches him, once, and then all of 1nferno teases him mercilessly. And he still doesn’t know what to get her. 

The holidays come sooner than Danny expects, sooner than he wants. He has to pick a gift, now or never. He texts his sisters, asking for advice. He’s met with more teasing, but some decent suggestions as well. Danny ends up choosing a silver bracelet Nina picks out, one with little gems all along it. His sister suggested the pink, but he chooses red. He’s not sure why. It comes already gift-wrapped which is, honestly, probably for the best.

Danny’s too much of a coward to give it to Minyoung in person, so he asks a friend in Titanium to do it for him. He gets an eyebrow quirk and a knowing look in response and Danny feels like crawling in a hole and dying, but the Midas idol agrees to help. Danny tries to explain himself to Minyoung in the accompanying card, but he thinks whatever he writes sounds dumb. He begs his friend to take the gift from him before he tosses the card. Again. 

Danny thought he would feel relieved once the gift was out of his hands and on its way to Minyoung, but he doesn’t. Instead, he feels even more anxious. God, he hopes she likes it. 

[idxjia-blog]

my ear’s candy

@idminyoung​

Jia did not exactly know Minyoung particularly well. They did not have much in common, except for a particular member of 1nferno. Danny. Cute, sweet, apparently a bit of a playboy Danny. Jia still did not believe it most days, but it was difficult to disagree with all the panns about him with Minyoung or Dahyun. It was hard to believe when she saw the pictures of him with his ex, buried as “just friends”. But she shook her head of those thoughts. This moment was not about Danny. It was about her taking Chile by storm with Minyoung. After all, Latin America was the place of Jia’s ancestors. She belonged here and she had fans here. It made her feel accepted by them, which warmed her heart.

She liked the song that had been picked, a classic. It was a bit funny, paring a girl from Aurora with a girl from Nightmare. After all, Aurora’s debut was the reason Nightmare became what it was. In a sense, Jia owed it to Minyoung. She preferred being a brujita instead of a princesa. She looked at the stage and saw the signs. So many of her fans today, most incorporating black cats and witch hats, as she was their little witch. She smiled all the way to her ears. 

“I am really excited about this Minyoung. Do you think we practiced enough?” It was, admittedly, a tough squeeze between the debuting subunit and the fact that they belonged to different companies. Besides, though neither of them said it, their performances was going to cause tongues to wag. The song was hardly risque, but the dancing was a bit sexy and they would be getting well acquainted with each other’s hips during the whole choreography. Still, it would be nice to do a fun song for once. And the attention would be on her, which was a rarity in Nightmare. There weren’t exactly many lines for rappers in their group. “I am glad to be working with you. You’re incredibly talented.” She said it earnestly. She wanted to show her that there were no hard feelings, even if she and Danny were often linked together. Why wouldn’t Danny like her? She was all petite and beautiful. Feminine. Cute. Part of a popular girl group. Really, they would be perfect together. 

[oldidhaeyeon]

☃️

Send me ☃️ to find out a resolution my muse has for the new year.

there are many things haeyeon thinks are wrong with the way she deals with people. she’s too quiet, she isn’t warm and welcoming enough to be an idol, she withholds too much, keeps people at an arms length until she’s sure that she can trust them. for the new year, she wants to work on being better with her people skills. haeyeon knows it’s important to be open for this career path, even if it bothers her to have to try so hard. she wishes she could be as overwhelmingly friendly as some of her fellow idols are, but that’s just not how she is. but for the new year, she wants to at least try to come out of the mysterious and cold box that she has given herself. she knows if she wants to succeed any farther, haeyeon is going to have to lighten up. even if that will be harder than she’s ready for. 

[idhojun-blog]

❄️ (on purpose because a visit to her old company wouldn't be complete without pulling some stupid stunt)

Send me ❄️for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.

Hojun vaguely recognized her, mostly because he had been at 99 Entertainment for nearly six years, so he knew most of the faces, but he didn’t expect her at the company party and he certainly didn’t expect her under the mistletoe. Of course, he knew who she was now. After all, she had debuted, had made the people at the company gape and mumble arrogantly to this day. He knew he shouldn’t, but he appreciates the balls it took for her to do that, so he gives her a kiss, a peck really. It’s his way of saying job well done.

[idiseul-blog]

🎁

banana milk with a personally knitted sleeve in red and white stripes. 

or iseul hopes it looks like stripes. he isn’t good at buying gifts. he isn’t good with crowds or shopping because it’s more stressful than enjoyable. so, he settles with something close to sentimental. something he made himself. a relative taught him to crochet after school, and he puts the skill to good use. if he can even call it that. 

he’s a little dramatic and over-the-top. hanging from his elbow is a bag full of milk and personalized little sweaters just for them. he doesn’t know if she’ll like it or if anyone will and that freaks iseul out. a people-pleaser. regardless, he hands it over with a merry smile that he hopes isn’t misconstrued as some variety of image maintenance.