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『 Navillera Mix 』 ⇢ KT Evals September 2k20 | +3 CH ; +2 DB ; +1 Wk Theatrical Singing  ⇢ Jeongguk replying on @rkiny knowledge

“ Zodiacs... Great. ”

Quite admittedly, Jeongguk had enough of this. If not for Iny dragging him along into this eval he may have honestly skipped out of them completely and waited for KT to kick him out this month. However the bubbly female pulled him along, shared her enthusiasm with him in ways that left Jeongguk to wonder where she took all her positive energy from. It was nice and refreshing and it gave him a reason to stay. The fact she had started talking to Sia again as well helped give him reason to stay in the company.

In his blind grumpiness and the huge grudge he held against this company, Jeongguk had also forgotten how unprofessional getting kicked from KT may make him seem towards the rest of the industry. If he was looking to get back into photography once his contract ran up, he'd have to keep a look out for his image and the potential influence the samsung company could have on his likeliness of getting jobs. So his only option would have to be a clean buy out or wait until this shitshow was over.

With Jimin moving to Sphere as well there was so little left holding him here that he had his papers collected and his account balances checked to see if the investment would be worth. Buying his freedom in exchange for giving KT yet more money? Somehow that in itself seemed wrong as well. He could hang on, cash in the extra bills given to him, continue to deliver just above average to keep himself secured. Using the facility to indulge in his curiosity and desire to perform and expand his creativity as well as shape up his body further; he'd milk this company for all its worth and then rip any renewal he would be offered to shreds.

That sounded like a much better plan to have, really.

So with his mind sorted he'd gone into this eval, actually wanting to do something great with the female that had come up with a fabulous idea for their eval. Both of them had the same zodiac, a fact Jeongguk had never known nor was he interested in it. Trades associated with his sign could match him or not, he simply had no interest in them beyond the aesthetics and the beautiful art people made based on this theme. Choosing an eclipse song seemed both appropriate and was perhaps a long shot but to show they could perform it, transform it into their own and actually make it work with their 'trades' as well? A high gamble which could bring them major success. He left the explaining to Iny, knowing she'd be a lot more well-versed in the subject and definitely more capable of presenting them better than Jeongguk could. He merely stood beside her to smile, look handsome and give her more creditability merely by how convinced he looked about all of what she was telling the panel.

A mic in hand the performance itself was easy. To hit the notes, hit the harmonies and go was his only challenge for this one. Honestly with how happy he sounded and how chipper he seemed, one could seriously consider him one hell of a fabulous actor at this point. Quite honestly- he somewhat enjoyed the thought of living to fool them into thinking he was actually enthusiastic about this whole bullshit. Let the carnival begin.

[rkgray]

// producer drop

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gray ruffled through his hair and leaned back in his seat. it was just a tiny detail that might seem meaningless for outsiders, but for someone as perfectionistic as him, it wasn’t at all. most of the time, he had no problem to come to a fast decision regarding that, but in some special cases, he would spend hours in polishing a small piece of his song. and in this case, there were just too many options to chose from. grumbling, he let his eyes wander from one window to the other, re-playing all pieces over and over again, before he came to the conclusion that he was in dire need of an objective opinion.

but, when he looked out of one of the recording rooms in the company building, and stared into the empty halls, he noticed how late it already was. most of his fellow trainees probably went back home already. with a sigh, he was about to get his stuff and return to his home studio to finish the song there, when he heard steps closeby. turning around he saw nayeon walking down the hallways. with a smile, he approached her quickly. she was a trainee he didn’t interacted with a lot yet, but she seemed like a nice and friendly girl. maybe she would agree to help him out.

“good evening, nayeon! uh, could i ask for your objective opinion quickly? it’s about a song i am working on right now... i can’t decide between the final drafts.”

[jaerk]

wit’s end

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after the unsuccessful attempt yesterday he had gone back to his aunt’s empty-handed, only for her to nag his ear off  --  something along the lines of if he didn’t bring something back she’d have to bring in the real deal and something about the way she had said it with the eery look in her eyes had spooked him into taking it seriously. though, as much as he had been determined to do so, the moment he got to the flea market the next day, all determination and will had disappeared as he stared in agony at the racks upon racks of clothes that had little to no appeal to him.

this was why he disliked shopping, it was both tedious and time-consuming. not that his time was precious, or anything like that, he just didn’t like seeing it go to waste on something he didn’t think was of his concern. such as how he looked. he had never really cared  --  and sure, maybe his looks weren’t something to scoff at but the act of improving what was already ... somewhat decent was lost to him.

couldn’t someone just come and save him? why did his aunt even trust him to do all this by himself?

it’s why, with less initiative and more nonchalance ; he taps the shoulder of a stranger nearby and with his most exasperated, if not desperate, voice he could muster  -- he pleads, “excuse me, do you think you could pick some clothes out for me? i don’t really know what looks good  -- and,” he sighs, cringing at his words. “i’m just so tired of looking at clothes.” 

he blinks once more, as if that single motion could communicate his desperation for help. “please.”

[rkharuto]

❛ growth spurt

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quite recently he had started to notice that he was getting quite a bit taller. not that he had actually measured himself, but he was starting to notice a couple of things. for starters he felt the sleeves of his jumper were getting a litter shorter than usual, and just standing there people started to seem... shorter. 

right then he was standing there in front of one of the practice mirrors in an empty practice room, simply tilting his head and frowning at his own reflection. in this particular room, there was a scratch on one of the mirrors, not a massive one but enough that he had noticed it during one of their practices. he’d noted that the top of the scratch was about the same height as the top of his reflection when he was standing right in front of the mirror. but, now he was standing there, his reflection seemed to have grown. 

hearing the door open behind him, haruto didn’t even turn around, but his eyes moved to try and see in the mirror who had just come in. “do i look taller?” he suddenly questioned, not even thinking of whether she would actually know the answer or not.