#idxjia

[idxdanny]

shadows and light

@idxjia, the streets of gangnam-gu, seoul 

Danny is more than happy to get away from the party. He’s long since stopped being in the mood to play “1nferno’s Danny”. He just wants to be free of it, for a night. He wants to be Daewon. He wants to be with Jia, even if it’s just for the night.

He doesn’t know exactly where they’re going as they walk through the streetlight-lit streets. Probably not a great idea, considering he’s the one leading. He’s holding Jia’s hand, arm swinging slightly, fingers intertwined. There’d been some sort of commotion just as they were leaving; it seemed like a good idea to get a firm grasp on Jia at the time. It still does. He doesn’t want to lose her. Not tonight. Just walking with her feels surreal but oh so good. He feels energized, despite the fact that he’s been up and running for nearly twenty four hours at this point. He needs this feeling, after the day he’s had. Hell, after the year he’s had. 2018 was difficult, tiring. With Jia by his side, 2019 looks bright. A giggle escapes his lips. He’s damn near giddy. He feels free and unbound in the cold, night air. Seoul is asleep but he is oh so very awake. 

“I don’t really know where we are,” Danny admits. Another laugh escapes his lips.  He almost likes being lost. It makes him feel anonymous. Like he and Jia could be anybody. Not idols, just a man and a woman. He felt like that the night he ruined their friendship. Though, it doesn’t feel quite so ruined tonight. “Whoops.”

They pass by a barbecue restaurant. Sweet scents of delicious meat waft out the door as a couple exits and suddenly Danny realizes that he hasn’t had anything to each since lunch. Which was.... Danny’s too drunk to do the math, but it’s been the better part of a day. Well, that’s no good. His heavily intoxicated mind figures he’ll need some food to have the energy to do what he plans to do tonight. Danny uses the hand he has clasped with Jia’s to notion toward the restaurant. “You wanna get something to eat? I’ll buy.”

[idxnoah-blog]

reckless.

( noah is all bad ideas, and maybe that can rub off on @idxjia at the after party. )

a few minutes into the after party, noah is responsibly sober. which goes against his plan of getting shit-faced drunk but technicalities. he has bigger things to worry about.

image is one of them. behaviour is the other. in retrospect, they go hand-in-hand.

imperial hasn’t been doing too hot, and he shouldn’t be as troubled as he is… but he is. maybe it’s because he is the oldest by two weeks or something. (jae doesn’t fail to hold it against him.) that he feels the weight on his shoulders ten-folds. or maybe that’s just his nature, to worry then wonder when he should escape. because he’s a runner. facing problems head on? nope, count noah out.

okay, now he wants a drink to even forget what he’s mulling over: his career, the future, all great ways to give someone a headache, stomachache, heartache. not caring is always better. forgetting is the best remedy of all. so, he considers what to do. maybe play around with eunsol. that cat and mouse thing they have going on because it’s fun. a distraction. takes thoughts away and replaces them with… lust or something. he doesn’t know and doesn’t bother to know anymore than that. which is nothing. (there is dahyun, too, but he’d rather steer clear of aurora for the mean time. people might see, and with their current position, it’s best to keep a healthy distance.)

so, nightmare can’t be that hard to find: just look for the scariest group or whatever. gothic. thematic. all black, maybe. he fishes them out pretty easily or at least one member. not the one he’s keen on (but not the bratty blonde either), so this is better than nothing. noah takes two flutes of champagne and extends one to jia. “you can drink, right? this is going to look really fucking bad if you can’t.” but who cares.

he knows jia. foreigners have this radar that attracts them to one another. like international students on campuses. they are naturally drawn, somewhat naturally friends. it’s always good to have others who can understand being so lost. always great to have a companion who can help. except noah isn’t any help. he’s imbalanced: one second he worried himself sick of maintaining good reputation (ha) now he doesn’t give a shit. “we should do something fun. maybe push someone in the indoor pools or you push me, so my manager gets furious, and i can go home.”

[idxdanny]

can’t hide from the past

@idxjia

When Danny walks into the after party, the first thing he looks for is a drink. This raises a few eyebrows from his group members, but everyone’s there to celebrate and no one seems to be in the mood to play mother to Danny. He’s fine with that. He finds a server with flutes of champagne, grabs one and downs it. He sets the glassware down where he found it and continues through the party. That’s a start.

It’s not like Danny doesn’t drink, he is of age after all, but usually not like this. Not with the intention of getting drunk. The last time he did that... Danny doesn’t want to think about it. He drowns out the memory with another drink. And he’s worked hard this year, after all. Four comebacks, constant promoting, all those variety shows... Shouldn’t he get to unwind every once in a while? He needs to, tonight more than ever. The day was rough. His interaction with Minyoung and her friend had been strange, but that wasn’t the problem. Nor was the performance that went off without a hitch. No, the real problem was a certain girl group member Danny couldn’t seem to avoid, no matter how hard he tried. And, damn, was he trying. He more or less dove behind a potted plant to hide from her. Danny wondered how long the memory of what he did with Jia Accosta was going to haunt him, but another drink and, well, he doesn’t feeling quite as bad about it.

He’s tipsy when he sees her again. Jia, that is. He hasn’t spoken to her since that painfully awkward morning. Not that he even wanted to talk to her then. He tried to leave while she was sleeping like a coward. He is a coward. People think he’s some daredevil for pulling stupid stunts, but he’s not. 

“Another drink, please,” he slurs to a server. They smile politely and oblige him. 

Danny is drunk, no qualifiers needed, when he approaches her. He has to be because normal, sober Danny wouldn’t dare. To afraid — to embarrassed — he’d never pluck up the nerve. Intoxicated Danny doesn’t have the same trouble. He sidles up next to Jia at the bar and greets her with about as much eloquence as could be expected from someone in his state.

“Hey.” He titles his head after he speaks. With how much he’s had, it might not actually be intentional. “What’s up?”

[idlily-blog]

girl front

filming nightmare: eve’s debut mv in los angeles with @idxjia

Nari should have been happier. 

That wasn’t to say she wasn’t happy; of course she was happy. She was in Los Angeles, filming the music video for the debut of what was clearly KTM’s best idea ever: the Eve subunit of Nightmare. The song was an upbeat top number with fun, light choreography. She even had the most lines. Not that she counted. 

She definitely counted.

Nari was happier than she’d been since her debut, really, but her joy was marred by the mere existence of one person: Jia Acosta. Nari had problems with Jia from the moment she met. If Nari were the introspective type (she wasn’t,) she’d realize it’d been jealousy. Despite her awkward nature, Jia was offered opportunities left and right. Nari had to work her ass off for those and even then, they were paltry compared to the one’s Jia recieved. She got acting jobs despite the clear lack of popularity. Meanwhile, Nari languished. KMT had only just started letting her promote herself on Youtube. They’d let her make her own beauty channel but she had no real company support beyond that. It was up to Nari herself to build up her subscriber count. 

Jia was talented, too. That was another problem. Jia’s talent in rapping and dancing, that came naturally to her. Nari on the other hand, had to practice until her feet bled and yet somehow she didn’t didn’t come close. It just wasn’t fair. Jia got everything and never did anything for it. Even when she’d gotten herself into that mess with 1nferno’s main rapper, the company still stood by her. Nari absolutely hated Jia Acosta. This was why she wasn’t as happy as she could’ve been, should’ve been. Jia Acosta was also in the Eve subunit and she was absolutely ruining everything for Nari.

On the heels of Jia’s utter dominance during the Chile showcase, there they were in LA. Jia was the only one out of the three of them who spoke decent English. Everytime the subunit when anywhere, Jia was the de facto representative. Nari didn’t appreciate that, either. But then, who would want to be so dependent on a hated rival? Nari would rather have been the only Korean speaking person for miles around than have to ask Jia for anything. But, as much as she hated it, that was the case and she would just have to deal with it. Especially considering that the director of their music video was American himself. If Nari wanted to put her best food foward, she’d have to make this work. At least for now.

Nari sidled up next to Jia, closer than she would ever normally be. “What is he saying?” Nari whispered to the younger girl. She was referring to the director who was speaking as though everyone understood him. American were always so presumptuous. 

[idxhanbyul-blog]

i had a dream.

or more accurately, hanbyul has a nightmare featuring @idxjia. 

     they met briefly sometime during the after-gayo-party. a casual nod. a brief conversation. hanbyul doesn’t recall much of the encounter. knows he complimented her rapping. knows he mentioned how nice her tone is. an unpolished sort of staccato. a diamond in the rough he won’t dare smooth to something else entirely. that’s for the industry to do. to mould idols until they are less of the person they once were coming into things. hanbyul is more about showcasing the present beauty. and he thinks jia might work well for this song he’s working on. he won’t go far as call her the muse behind it, but if the shoe fits. 

but how does he come about approaching her? for a senior to approach a relative rookie to the entertainment business is one part sketchy and one part shady. especially for him. especially for his less than pristine reputation. so, he goes the long way around. quite laborious and tedious but safe. 

he calls sophia first, asks her if she still talks to hani and if she does to pass a message along to jia. it took a while, everyone busy with their own schedules. sophia had her comeback. nightmare was doing that... shape-shifting subunit debacle that diverged so far from their original concept--- is it even the same group anymore? he thinks ktm is wasting potential. is going about promoting nightmare and its members all wrong. but who is he to say anything unfavourable when he is still recovering from a scandal. forced to rot away in recording rooms and make music he won’t see to performing anytime soon. 

at least someone else can. 

so, when he gets jia’s number, he messages her and wonders if she’s interested in recording a rap for this song he did. hints her voice is most ideal for it. then gives her the address to a studio not too far from 99. he bought a space once to produce tracks. somewhere not the company. somewhere not home. somewhere safe. somewhere for the sole purpose to make magic into music. finally, he waits for her to get there. waits for his proposal to be accepted. 

[idxking-blog]

》Nerves

For: @idxjia Word Count: 424* Plot: King is struggling with stage fright after rehearsal and gets greeted by a familiar and very drunk friend.

Yeongshik sat alone in his solitary corner of the cafeteria. He needed some space away from his members and staff. He needed to recover from the bright lights and the cameras after having finished their rehearsal. There was a sandwich sitting in front of him that was partially unwrapped but hadn’t been touched. His arms felt like lead and his stomach felt as though if anything were put into it, it would all violently come back up. He raked his hand through his dark hair, and immediately regretted it as the thick amount of hairspray and gel coated his trembling fingers.

For all of his boasting and pride as a singer and musician, the young man could hardly bring himself to stand straight at the sight of cameras and massive crowds. Not even his experiences in Pohang or Hongdae could have prepared him for a performance of this magnitude. Drawing a small crowd as people pass by on the busy streets with the camera phones simply did not compare to the thousands of people that all came to this one place to watch him and other singers perform.

He felt as though he couldn’t shake the blinding white light of the lights. The heat that resonated from being under them. He longed to hold his guitar but the staff had taken it from him insisting that they needed it for sound check, even though they weren’t going to perform live. He wanted to check his social media, message his family, or even just mindlessly scroll through the pictures of home on his phone. But his manager had taken it from him. He was left with nothing but his own suffocating thoughts. He was just thankful that he had a few more hours to kill before the performing would start.

A loud, aggravated sigh surged from his chest as he leaned back in his seat and pushed away from the food. Other artists were beginning to slowly trickle in as they arrived to the venue and prepared to go to their sound checks. There were a few familiar voices that echoed down the corridor. A piece of him thought that he ought to go outside and greet them as they came. But an even greater piece of him kept him glued to his chair. He looked out the window and felt his eyes widen at the sight of a crowd beginning to form. He recognized the bright flashes of camera lights flashing at the sights of their favourite celebrities as they rolled to the building.