( 💄 ┊ @keumjoi
“Yeah?” Keumjo asks, eyes stoic as she looks at the pretty male idol. His visuals are no joke and something inside of her tells her to ask him if he wants to braid each other’s hair with her. For some reason. Damn pretty male idols. But it does give her a response she can give him. “Losing your patience means angry and angry means wrinkles. You decide whether or not a rowdy fan is worth ruining your pretty visage over. Get it together Kim Kibum. Sunbaenim. Kim Kibum sunbaenim.” She adds hastily, just in case he might get more pissed off. Not something anyone would want to inflict upon themselves as far as she knows him.
` ㅂ ´ ┊ Behind the scenes of M!Countdown was always a lively one. MCs giving their cue cards a once over, mid to top-tier idol groups (mostly mid, though, since there weren’t many “top” tiers promoting at the time minus Hyuna [and I.O.I, courtesy of the Produce 101 trend]) crowding and chattering amongst each other as they awaited a touch up from stylists whilst rookies and nugus alike cowered quietly within their cubicles. Today in particular, a group of quote-unquote-“fans” decided it was too mainstream to wait in their respective fandom lines like the rules suggested and instead snuck in through the employee only entrance— rowdy and rough and pushing past an unsuspecting Kibum in the process.
“How can people be like this?” It’s grumbled through clenched teeth, the look on his face evidence of just how done he is with unproductives posing as fans and breaking rules. “We aren’t just puppets. We’re real. We’re people. Can’t we at least be respected at work? The no photo rule is there for a reason- there’s an entrance for fans for a reason.” Absently, he notes her damage control, contemplates it even, but the half-empty cup of Americano whose contents had been spilled in the war reminds him why he shouldn’t. “You can’t tell me you aren’t tired of it too.” Tight-lipped, he’s furrowing his brows. “You know what else produces wrinkles? Stress. But you don’t see them making the extra effort. Ahhh-- look at me, Keumjo-ssi. I must look like I’m pushing sixty!” If he didn’t, he’s sure to crease his features to add another thirty years or so to his visage, hunching over to add to the effect.
