#idsooyeon

[1024km]

GORGEOUS

Flying halfway across the world for barely twenty-four hours has its perks. Some pale imitation of a regular vacation, sans the length and the restfulness. Special stages are very much work, but there’s something about the change of scenery that keeps it fresh, makes her excited at the prospect of performing. Coming close to seven years of idol-hood and a decade of training almost necessitates ennui, but this is different, if only for the reason that it feels like an escape. A welcome reprieve, of sorts.

Everyone seems to be taking it the same way — backstage, before the show, the buzz was palpable, the energy contagious. It’s a weird reunion only seen at events like year-end shows, where everyone gets together regardless of their schedules; she’d bumped into friends old and now, faces she hadn’t seen in awhile for reasons abound. Even her manager seems to feel the same, turning a blind eye to the liquid courage she’d drunk clean before her stage — oh, the beauty of being far away from the watchdogs that lurk around the regular industry haunts back at Seoul. Upon reaching the hotel, her and their manager had separated quickly, with only half-hearted warnings to take with her the rest of the night.

A pisco sour later, she can’t remember what those warnings were.

The only person who hadn’t gotten the excitement memo was Sooyeon. Unusual, since she was usually up for anything when Mona was around. What with her unbending schedule and her natural drive, these days it meant Mona had to physically drag her away from her work to unwind. Tonight, it seems, would be no different.

(Funny, she never thought she’d be a bad influence, but here she is.)

So here she is, standing outside Sooyeon’s hotel room, knocks incessant, content with being as annoying as humanly possible until her friend responds. “You grandma, open the door already and let me in! I’ve even got a present for you. It starts with ‘Di’ and ends with ‘or’.”

It’s a low blow, but if there’s anything that gets a girl’s attention, it’s got to be that.

Chile ‘19 — @idsooyeon

[oldidhaeyeon]

forever.

closed starter for @idsooyeon

for someone so seemingly distant, haeyeon actually did have friends. she loved being around the ones she would consider to be her friend, the definition of loyal to them until given a reason not to be. she was a protector, a listener, and fiercely loved those who she was close to. being in the industry for years had led her to meeting some nice people, people who would stick around and be there for her when she assumed they would leave. haeyeon considered herself lucky for having the opportunity to be around people with the same goals as her, making it easy for her to open up. but the one who really changed everything was sooyeon.

they had met after her debut, back when haeyeon was too shy and reserved to be taken seriously as an idol, not knowing how to act when the attention was on her. she would crawl into herself and make herself comfortable even though she knew how icy it made her seem to others. sooyeon wormed her way in, helped her with the way she seemed on camera, and in return haeyeon offered her unwavering friendship. the two of them were closer than haeyeon had been to anyone in her life. the jinx girls, they were a constant. she loved her members with a ferocity that was unrivaled. but with sooyeon... she relied on her for everything. all of her secrets, all of her doubts and fears and troubles were safe with her and it was vice versa. you could rarely see one without the other over all the years they had been friends, so it wasn't surprising to anyone that haeyeon was at sooyeon's apartment that night drinking too much wine and giggling like school children.

haeyeon was sitting on the floor with her back against the soft couch, her legs crossed over one another and her head lolling back onto the cushion behind her. she felt comfortable here; she was with her best friend and she didn't have to pretend to be anything she wasn't when she was with sooyeon.

"i'm glad we go the chance to do this tonight," haeyeon said, lifting her head up just enough to look sooyeon in the eye with a soft smile before taking a quick swig from her wine glass. she turned where she was sitting, pulling her legs underneath her and resting her elbow on the couch. "i feel like i haven't seen you in forever." it was understandable, they were both constantly busy with schedules. haeyeon had wrapped promotions for dally not too long ago and sooyeon had plenty of other duties that kept her occupied. she placed her head in her palm and looked back up a sooyeon with a smirk. "so how are you? and don't give me any bullshit cause i'll know if you're lying."

[idryusan]

loveless.

@idsooyeon, halloween party, early in the night, status: mostly sober ( event )

he should be having fun. it seems to be the whole theme of the night. everyone funneled into the same building. co-mingle under an umbrella (ha) of an excuse. no fans, pictures banned, managers for the most part gone and a bar lined with drinks. another in san’s hand. the condensation’s sweat enough to stick at his palm, the edges of a too-large sweatshirt now damp.but he just shoves it up near his elbow whenever he notices, despite it’s slow and perpetual creep downward it continuously makes. that’s what he gets for wearing a non-costume that’s three times too big.

he should be having fun. he just turned twenty-five. but the entire day was spent shut in his apartment with jowi next to him getting progressively drunker in between sugar spikes. not that he’s deviating far from that now. there are just more people involved. he takes another drink, continues his slow-winding laps around the crowded club as he tries to pick out his friends among the masses. it’s apparently a shame most of his friends consist of short girls with dark hair.

he stops when he spots an outlier, his tall friend with dark hair. 

“im sooyeon,” he calls it out, voice catching over the bass that they’re all currently drowning in. she looks to be in the same mood that he is -- not thrilled, and not drunk enough. never one to pry, he decides to go with his gut, tosses out a “we should drink.” he tosses back the rest of the one in his hand to give himself a greater excuse to feed his budding problem with alcoholism. 

he catches sight of an empty table, gestures instead of talking, a request for her to go claim it before he’s back at the bar. orders too many drinks before he falls down at her side. shoves his hood down and quirks a brow. “so why’re you in such a shit mood, or is that part of your whole...” he pauses, wraps his fingers around a shot glass, waves his fingers in the air. “look,” san finishes it off with a shrug before he tosses the shot back.

[ideunsol-blog]

tapestry.

@idsooyeon, at an overpriced cafe in apgujeong.

there’s intricate art swirled about the top of her cup, made out of foam, just in case she feels compelled to upload a picture to instagram. she toys with the idea, briefly, but in the end just uses her cellphone camera as a makeshift mirror until the seat opposite her is finally dragged away. emptiness replaced with a body that eunsol finds herself smiling at. it’s not until sooyeon offers her a smile back that eunsol finally lets her wrist fold, drops her phone back to the table with a distracted clunk. the disregard in the action the likes that can only be done by a girl who knows that she could replace it in an instant if the screen cracked.

reasonable? no. but eunsol’s always been very far from reasonable.

and she likes sooyeon because she gets that. she gets what it’s like, they grew up in a similar sort of way. they have similar world views, expectations. when eunsol wants to vent about her (very real, thank you) problems, sooyeon doesn’t roll her eyes like everything about eunsol is frivolous just because her family is loaded. and there’s comfort in that familiarity. especially when eunsol’s life hasn’t been panning out exactly as she’d like as of late. and eunsol absolutely hates when that happens. 

they exchange hellos, sip at drinks carefully, leave pink stains of lipstick against white porcelain. and eventually the wheel spins and they return to a conversation worn so familiar that eunsol could probably make a home of it. so sue her, she likes to gossip. doesn’t everyone? 

“i didn’t see you much at the halloween thing, or even after,” eunsol notes, taps her nails in a staccato rhythm neat the base of her mug. “but i heard.” she adds on with a smile that leans more toward fox-like than anything else. probably because it is. “drama, drama.” she clicks it out like a disapproving mother might, like one of their own mothers might, but she cuts the joke with a laugh. fits her chin in against her palm, elbow balanced against the edge of the table. “so fill me in. i heard someone slapped someone and you should probably tell me all about it. i love a good bitch fight.”

[iddongwoo-blog]

✗ 99 problems and this is one

( SKILL BUILDING PROMPT ) +5 EXP ; +5 SKILL POINTS | 496 w. with @idsooyeon + DETAIL YOUR CHARACTER TRAINING/PRACTICING 

one scandal dies and another takes it place – except this one just refuses to die, and by now it’s stale and overrated. the company, however, doesn’t think so. with her appearance in his music video – god knows how much mouth wash he contemplated buying after having to kiss her on-screen – the rumours have flared up once again, much to his chagrin and, he hoped, hers. by now they can’t seem to escape each other. being in the same company, having similar interests, hanging out with similar groups, and all those other things that make up this weird web of friendship he can’t escape. at this point, both of them might as well have been trapped in it forever.

it’s his kind of scandal that’s not profitable, which is the worst thing about it. it means that, no matter what he does, no matter what dating scandal or whatever news or accomplishment either of them can achieve, there’s this recent news that settles in everyone else’s bad side. no one wants to see a rumoured drug-addict on stage. that’s just bad for the company. but they call him to practice nevertheless, not on stage but in a practice room, away from any other staff – just in case. what with all her schedules and all of his own troubles, it’s expected that he shows up ten minutes late with only thirty minutes of sleep, obtained from the short but blissful traffic on the way here. at one point in his life, he would’ve cursed the fact that so many people seem to be heading to and from the same destination on a friday afternoon, but at this point, now, he’s grateful for every moment he can spend just sitting there and blacking out without the need for alcohol or anything else. he’s grateful to be going somewhere other than the confines of their dorm. god knows he needs the sleep, too, what with that recent scandal popping up. his manager hasn’t let him sleep a wink because of it.

nevertheless, he arrives, ten minutes late to practice. practice, not rehearsal. he finally texts sooyeon, impatient to get this over and done with so he can stop hoping that there’d even be a glimpse of success after this. that’s much more his priority than this bullshit stage, more than the false hope they’re giving by sending the two of them in the same room together with every order to practice something that they might not even perform. once he sends out the urgent text, he does his stretches without anyone there. they don’t even have back-up dancers here! how the hell are they supposed to stand each other now? 

the problem doesn’t solve itself when the door opens to reveal her, either. “this is bullshit,” he opens, “you know that, right? i mean, thanks for appearing in the music video and all, but we both know i’m lucky enough that they didn’t take it down.”

[idhyejin]

gemini

( + starter for @idsooyeon )

dark hues glance over the array of clothes before them, colors and materials ranging from black to yellow, from nylon to silk. articles of clothing hung on hangers littered the bedroom of the senior idol as the trainee looked on with sheer indecisiveness. 

once hyejin had informed sooyeon of her decision to join the upcoming survival show, the teen was instantly invited over to her cousin’s– something about helping her with picking out an outfit for the first episode. it seemed a relief to the girl, a break from all the stress of practice to hang out alongside one of her favorite people. with the filming of the audition stages approaching, it would be a downright lie to say that the trainee isn’t nervous. she is, naturally. but in addition, she’s also very confident in her abilities and knows she’ll impress the judges by doing her absolute best. there’s still the underlying nervousness she can’t explain, but instead of spend time questioning it she’s decided to try her best to ease it instead, take her mind off of the feeling. 

so there stands hyejin in her cousin’s room, examining different pieces of clothing laid out neatly across the older girl’s bed.

the trainee sighes, her hand reaching for a tall glass sitting nearby. a brief sip taken by her rosy lips and she then proceeds to lower the hand grasping the glass, crossing her arms in the process. furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips make up the irresolute expression on her face, a heated debate taking up the space in her mind as she looked for the first outfit to try on. hyejin hums softly before speaking, her words coming along matched with a sigh. “i honestly don’t know what to try on first. there are so many options.”

out of the corner of her eye, she spots something black and tight, her hands eagerly reaching for the piece. holding it up, however, the teen recognizes the sultriness of it and knows in her heart that the show’s producers would rather air something more family friendly than something overly revealing. however, the aura of the suit appeals the trainee, as she believes it would suit her song choice for the audition. placing it back down on the bed slowly and reluctantly, hyejin nods her head, shrugging as a tiny grin appeared on her lips. “something like this i guess, but not as.. scandalous maybe, you know.”

[idhanbin-blog]

fade into view

to @idsooyeon​, for starting anew.

what is happening is: hanbin has a date with im sooyeon.

the half second of silence slipping by isn’t exactly awkward, though there’s still a bashfulness that comes with this sort of situation. that shared moment in which he becomes too aware of his hands, the artificiality of the encounter suddenly tight around his neck, thick, obvious. but he smiles with a cock of head, and it comes undone. he sounds casual when he asks, “waiting for someone?” for ice breaking.

before that:

their gazes meet before he reaches her. it’s inconspicuous enough to cue a second of hesitation from him, as though testing waters when taking a step closer, anticipating whatever is to happen. the realization dawning upon her face is unmistakable, it mirrors his own. a reminder that this is happening. his pace slackens when he’s within earshot, because his mind, against all better judgement, spins.

and before that:

his eyes sweep over the bar lounge, full of intent, fixing his jacket around his torso like an armor. it’s not proper protocol to face dates with the determination of a soldier on battleground, but it’s never about what the night promises. hanbin doesn’t like surprises. few people would, in his position -- incidentally, as a celebrity navigating a cutthroat industry, but fundamentally, as the son of his parents, having only ever seen them concealing daggers behind their back at all times, always vigilant.

greetings roll out of his lips to the waiting staff welcoming him while he seeks out the hint of red he was told to keep an eye out for, allowing his green shirt to show beneath the denim jacket. it’s all very old-fashioned. he doesn’t think he knows anyone that had been in a blind date without as much as a phone number for safe keeping, and it’s definitely his first time. so far, his experience is that it’s easier to assume he’ll be stood up with empty hands and only his lip to chew on. he almost doesn’t believe he’ll ever happen upon the girl in red from the last minute text messages. he certainly doesn’t believe it when she is there.

but it begins at:

the makeup stylist he had worked with on his last drama is a frequent contact to pop up among his texts. late shooting hours put him back and back again on her chair, more than anyone in the dressing room could tolerate. it was too much trouble for the staff not to face it with good humor -- what else can you do, when it’s your next job on the line. they become good friends with adversity, and that comes with its perks. sometimes it’s backstage entrances to fashion events full of people that matter in the right places. now, it’s the promise of the huge catch she’s putting in his basket. for free, until the check comes.

sent: how big of a catch are we talking about? incoming: enough that i’ll have you killed if you embarrass me. sent: noona, have i ever been bad. incoming: we’ll see. be nice, she doesn’t need bullshit.

there’s no shortage of hints he’ll be the one dating up, which is, well, annoying, in all honesty. typical blow that his ego keeps getting dealt. that’s all this ever becomes, reminders he’s small fish yet to play with big sharks. but this could still be the beginning. god. fuck him, so much for trying not to exhaust himself thinking to turn this, even this, into work.

highlight: the irony of a blind date with a former university colleague, in context.

[idhyera]

we need to talk about

                     i was mortified by the prospect of becoming hopelessly trapped in                      someone else’s story.                                                                                     — l. shriver ( @idsooyeon​​ )

                                                                     ★

ban hyera hates im sooyeon.

okay, maybe hate is too strong of a word--- ban hyera very much dislikes im sooyeon.

and there’s no clear reason why, rather, it’s a gut feeling, a natural instinct to visibly frown and scorn at the other brunette’s way when she enters the room. the way she carries herself---sooyeon, that is---just pisses her off, and the fact that it’s only hyera who seems to realize how despicable the other is ... well, that just adds a whole other layer to the ‘fuck you’ that she wishes she could tell her.

but with tonight, maybe that’s a wish no longer.

for with the recent turn of events (and the hushed murmuring to reinforce so), she masks the mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of her lips with the rim of her glass, the glint of trouble in her eyes with the glare of her cellphone.

as this, you see, is a weapon in disguise---the mass text messages, the unknown kakao accounts. the high stakes, the push for danger and risk. 

oh, hyera might just melt from the excitement.

because she already knew that this night would be one for the books, but rather under the guise of a drunken stupor and a slip of the tongue---but now, with any chaos she erupts, she can just blame it on the anonymous perpetrator in her defense of just ‘having’ to do it.

for she needs to win, and no one else screams ‘being a winner’ quite like ban hyera does.

and so when she scrolls to the bottom (for only pansies would idle near the top of the dare list), her eyes are immediately drawn to one challenge in particular.

red (5 game points) insult the person you’re closest to, in front of others

she scans the words once, twice, before she glances up and notices the perfect target just walking past, with her typical entourage in tow, too.

she laughs---silently, to herself---as she finishes her glass, places it on the nearby bar counter, before she tosses her hair over one shoulder and begins her trek. “oh, sooyeon!” she calls for the other’s attention. “are you busy right now?

you’re an actress, right? well, you’re in for a show.