#idsungyeol

[idxnoah-blog]

congratulations.

( as much as he doesn’t want to, noahs wishes @idsungyeol congratulations for the award because the cameras are rolling. )

remind noah again why his fifteen year old self thought being an idol would be… a blast? if time travel is possible, he’ll hop back in time in that decked out hunk of junk from back to the future and convince younger!him it’s not worth it. at all. he sees himself not listening, though. potentially going insane. whatever way gets him off the yellow brick road. enough with the movie puns. cameras are rolling, and he has a smile to sustain and a pocket full of pain killers because noah can feel his muscles ache already.

sitting at an awards ceremony with really no chance of winning is an offensive waste of his time. sitting beside olympus, namely sungyeol, is even more insulting to his sanity. and having to pretend he enjoys every bit of the miserable experience, noah wants to pull the plug on his consciousness. his subconscious can suffer through it and maybe like all dreams, noah won’t remember it when he awakens. and he’s a semi-happy camper. how ideal. but life doesn’t grant him such luck. so, he’s there faking small smiles and bowing deeply to others he doesn’t give a shit about.

he doesn’t want to give sungyeol the time of day. his kind, the overconfident and over-wealthy, rub noah the wrong way. that’s putting it mildly. he can’t stand or swallow the bravado. suffocating. but he has little choice but to tolerate everything even if he wants to switch places with another imperial member when he accidentally brushes elbows with sungyeol. again, that’s putting it mildly. if only he had a couple drops of rum in him. sweet, sweet rum. maybe then he’d be subdued and not on edge, gritting teeth.

“congratulations on your award.” whatever award it is. noah zoned out when olympus made their acceptance speech. couldn’t stand to hear the drawl and pitched voices. but everyone else is congratulating them when they return to their seats, and his manager is threatening him to. the glares are hard to miss. he fakes a smile and enthusiasm but murmurs under his breath—barely, “now you’ll only be more obnoxious. the joy.”

[idiseul-blog]

🎁

himself.

under a christmas tree with a big red bow plastered on his head.

and a poem written in a card with too much glitter that it appears as if tinkerbell paid them a surprise visit.

iseul assumes sungyeol has everything, so he refrains from material possessions and sticks to sentiment. he likes planning. on constructing a schedule that he thinks sungyeol will like. or maybe he accidentally includes activities of his liking because he’s sure sungyeol won’t mind, anyway. as far as iseul’s concerned, they’re brothers. they do things together.

so, whenever they’re both free (this might be a belated gift at best because schedules be damned), iseul wants to take sungyeol out for the entire day. first, they’ll start with the most important meal of the day: breakfast. they can have it at iseul’s place. he’ll cook (ask sungyeol what he’s craving two days before so he knows he’ll have the ingredients by then). next, they’ll lie around for a couple hours. gotta digest properly before brunch, which they’ll have outside with piping hot coffee (or hot chocolate). there is time to waste before lunch, so just maybe they’ll shop. iseul still does want to give sungyeol a physical gift to remember the day. certainly, the day will be cold. grow colder into the afternoon. ramen or hot-pot for lunch. they’ll eat until bloated. until they can’t peel themselves off the floor. maybe the temperature has dropped too much. maybe it’s way below freezing, so they drag heavy feet to noraebang to take advantage of the indoor heating and cheap soju (not that price matters). iseul has a polaroid he takes everywhere, so he snaps blurry, dim pictures and considers that enough of a gift because he’s tipsy and can’t think straight. 

somewhere along the lines, though, they make it to their respective homes. and iseul hopes sungyeol had a good time. and a merry christmas.

[idryusan]

🎁

what my muse would give yours for christmas.

is it expected? if it’s not being filmed, then san would lean toward no. why would he get any of olympus a gift? he resents them all, really. so the truthful answer would be nothing. something dug out from the bottom of his backpack if forced, a half used pen. a stick of gum. a gift that seems passive aggressive at best. filmed, an it would be something half-assed with fake sentimentality tacked onto it. a pair of mitten bought at the first shop he walked into, along with a card ‘because your fingers are always getting cold~’ except, that would be bullshit. because san doesn’t pay attention to things like that. not with them. faked thoughtfulness, but it’s a trademark of olympus’ san at this point. they both know it. sungyeol wouldn’t expect anything less.

[iddax-blog1]

🎄

🎄 to know how/if my muse has decorated for Christmas this year ( asked by @idsungyeol and @idtali )

dax hates christmas. like truly, entirely hates christmas. growing up extremely religious, christmas meant church. it meant spending the weeks leading up to the holiday passing out pamphlets with his mom using his cute little kid self to get people interested. it meant staying at church until the early hours of the morning and reading scripture, even when he couldn’t stay awake any longer. it meant none of the happy times that other people had. 

so he doesn’t decorate for the holidays. he doesn’t celebrate fo the holidays. he doesn’t do anything. christmas was never an extraordinarily happy time for him, so he tends to stay as far away from it as he can. he gets forced to help aroon decorate because he can’t say no to the kid, but he doesn’t exactly enjoy it. he does enjoy making fun of him, though, and how over the top he gets. 

he’s really just bitter. bitter that everyone else has fond memories of what’s supposed to be a happy time. getting presents and being around your family, love and happiness and good feelings all around. and he didn’t have that, so as an adult, he doesn’t know what to do. so he’ll watch from afar. he’ll take in all the lights and all the dumb songs and everything that comes with christmas, but he’ll just watch. maybe one day, he won’t be a scrooge about christmas anymore. 

[ryanid-blog1]

Winner!

⸺ what did their first win mean to them on a personal level?

to win number one on a music show right out of the gate, with their debut track, it meant the world to her. it meant everything. it meant the beginning. it set the stage, too in a problematic way. set her up for hunger and for entitlement. with a debut that came soaring out of the gate into unprecedented success, ryan had been so sure that this would be only the beginning. and for a long time it had seemed that way. that first win had seemed like a promise to her, personally. all of this is paying off. you will take the world by storm. this is only the start. 

but as is often the case, a bubble like that eventually bursts. too many comebacks spent recycling the same concept left the girls wavering, and when newer, fresher acts appeared on the scene interest in jinx began to wane, dwindle. they always sold well and she’d made a name for herself out outside of jinx by that point, sure, but there was frustration. there was the endless cycle of promotions with slightly less than wanted results. they’d been promised (or at least, she’d been perceiving it as a promise) roaring success, unprecedented heights, and it had begun to disappear right before her, slipping between her fingers. they never went without anything, their concerts sold well enough, and people talked a good game about their status in the comment section, but the rabid support wasn’t there, the furious fervor was gone. 

she wants it back. they deserve it. and this new push, they’re beginning to see it again. she wants the disbelief of that first win, the avalanche of support that poured out onto them. she wants to be on top of the world again, whatever it takes.