【 ◈ 】⑆ To be able to spend his time in relaxation and guidance, was one of the pleasures Dohyun found in life. His body pressed to the hardwood floor, reflection glinting brightly from freshly cleaned mirrors, where he could lazily watch over the practice of another. A trainee he’d come to support from another company, so youthful and cute.⑇
Fingers played with the buttons on his screen as his updated a few of his friends on minor things, and surfed the web to check on Mystery6′s status on polls… maybe he’d even leave a cute message on the fan cafe for his loves to brighten their day as he relished in his own. A side thought fluttering to his mind just as the song reached its end, and paused to replay once more – Boba tea would be appreciated.. perhaps he’d have a moment to take you. Deep brown orbs lifting from an artificially brightened screen to look at the young trainee he’d been spending time with, slightly surprised to see your eyes already trained on his. “Do you want to kiss?”⑇
“A Kiss?? Aish this kid. What.. you want me to buy you lunch or something?” He’d chuckle, those lips pulling into that familiar sunshine of a smile with the shake of those shoulders. His phone finding purchase in the warmth of his lap once his back straightened against the wall and he could look up to you properly. “You know hyung always wants kisses. Here” He’d tap his cheek. “Ppo Ppo” ⑉⑆
--- right as he steps into the dorm he kicks his high-tops off and rushes to his room. his roommates shuffle in as he changes from his brightly colored stage outfit to his everyday neutrals. topping his look off with a cap and a red and black coat, he bids goodbye to his members, telling them he'll make it back home quick and safely as he slips into his worn-out dance sneakers. he does this all while trying to bypass their manager who is checking the fridge.
well, if he gets caught anyway, he could play the "you owe me a solid" card since he once bought their manager a meal. surely that'd work.
he takes the bike parked outside their dorm and rushes off into the streets of seoul. never mind if he gets seen by fans, it would leave them wondering what's up. he loves teasing fans ( and his members, too ) and keeping them guessing, so it totally is fine for rihwan to be spotted somewhere when he doesn't have a scheduled event. as long as he returns home in one piece, he's fine.
navigating the narrow roads leading to places more obscure, he slows his pedaling as the sights become more familiar. quaint cafes pass by him, usually those owned by old couples or those people who earn a living off youtube or instagram. that was always puzzling to rihwan, but hey, at least those people keep him full with carrot cake.
as he nears his destination, he hops off his bike and chains it to the rack the establishment has up front, which seems to be only used by rihwan at all. he walks up to the glass doors and pushes both of them opens, as if to announce a grand arrival.
"hyung!" his voice resounds through the room filled with claw machines, dated fighting game consoles, and quintessential dance games. a few children look up at his voice while most regulars shrug him off. his eyes scan the room until he finds someone with unusually bright-colored hair seen a mile away. he approaches the familiar figure and rests his hands on the other's shoulders, proclaiming, "i made it!"★
HAESOO COULD FEEL the thrumming of the bass deep in his bones and with a cup of heavy liquor in his right hand, he maneuvered around the tightly knitted room for some solace because god, was he drunk already –– ? it was two hours into the night, and between greeting every friendly face that seemed to know his name and the constant trips to the bar, haesoo was starting to lose sight of the main goal of the night; to celebrate some group’s debut or a company partner’s birthday, or something of the sort.
haesoo was a friendly guy, he knows word will soon come back to him the next morning on what the event was really about along with scraps of paper that holds unknownst phone numbers and a video of him doing something dumb but laughable.
rinse and repeat.
but throughout the bright greetings to fellow idols and dance breaks out on the dancefloor, haesoo finds himself staring at a familiar face across the room that somehow hasn’t slipped his mind since –– when did haesoo see sunny last? two weeks ago? last month? three months ago? nevertheless, it was still sunny who shone so bright in that dimly lit room that haesoo figured ... a conversation wouldn’t hurt, right?
( haesoo wondered if sunny’s lips still tasted like strawberry fields. )
so he finds time between aeon dispersing in the crowds of stars along with the managers’ wandering eyes that seemingly had finally stopped settling upon himself and instead, sets off towards the area that sunny is settled where the bass is at an all time high and there’s more alcohol that’s flowing through haesoo’s veins than normal. he’s still wearing that smirk that oozes confidence while nimble feet tread carefully on company grounds.
“ san-ssi! ” haesoo greets with a lopsided smile, already reaching out to pat the other male on the shoulder before leaning forward to speak into the man’s ear. “ you ... look really good. it’s been a while, hasn’t it? ”
DISPATCH, 04/22/17: Kaleidoscope Records has officially released information about vocalist, lead dancer, and main rapper, Ja San, also known as Sunny, on the company’s official website! Sunny is a ‘97 liner and has been beloved by fans. He was announced as a sorted trainee under the group Solar and is speculated to debut in 2017. Find out more about Sunny below!
I, JA SAN, have read and understand the terms and conditions as my position of VOCALIST/LEAD RAPPER/MAIN DANCER of SOLAR and agree to honor the standards that are to be expected of me as an employee of KALEIDOSCOPE.
OOC INFORMATION
Preferred name: Ossy
Pronouns: they/them
Timezone: EST
Other muses: Seongkyeo
IC INFORMATION
Faceclaim: Park Jimin of BTS
Name: Ja San
Stage name (if applicable): Sunny
Idol concept: The powerhouse of the group, so to say, as they can do almost everything but specialize mostly in dance. They are not very outgoing and not very open to fans and even the members, but they are a crucial part of the group and it’s important to keep them around. The fans aren’t quite sure why he clearly shows he is not comfortable with being an idol yet.
His fans refer to him as Sunny, although his group mates usually just call him San or a nickname off of that. And while he is a very dedicated member of his group, he’s only great at being a member and not really showing off. San doesn’t like doing promotions, doesn’t like fan meetings, but it’s not because he doesn’t like his fans, it’s because he is an awkward person when it comes to people he doesn’t know. Fans tend to bag on him for this, but he hopes that as their debut date gets closer and closer, fans will start to understand that he just isn’t good at being, well, him.
Birth date and age: Oct. 31th, 1997; age 19
Company name: Kaleidoscope Records
Group Name (if applicable): Solar
Group Position (if applicable): Vocalist/Lead Dancer/Main Rapper
Strengths: The powerful vocals he can produce are always a strength, and he can spit a rhyme very well, but his main strength is dancing. He is blessed to be extremely creative and talented in every category but sometimes he does feel that it’s not enough.
Weaknesses: What he feels he could do better at, though, is being more outgoing and pushing himself further towards the fans. He is a kind person, but he is so easily shy and very quiet, so he doesn’t often feel comfortable when on variety shows and in the public. He likes to hide, so to say.
his life was in the hands of people he didn’t trust, but there was nothing he could do about it. what would it be like to control your own life for once? he never knew, but he wanted to know, and he set out to do it. he was only 16.
sunny doesn’t know his parents. does he have siblings? he also doesn’t know, but he grew up with people he called mom and dad and brother and sister, but they were never truly related to him. his tone of voice was anything but meaningful at the words “mom” and “dad” because he felt like his life was just a fantasy he would never get to break free from. it’s just not fair to him.
it is when he hits the age of 5 that he is sent to a foster home after sitting in the program since he was 3. sunny doesn’t know his parents. that’s because they dropped him off at the child services center after his third birthday, because they couldn’t take a kid any more. he has a bad memory of his childhood, or maybe it’s just his mind blocking out everything bad that had happened. all he can remember was filing into the foster care program with his hand holding a stranger’s, stuffed bunny held tight, eyes wide with what he says was curiosity, but was easily mistaken for fear, and his life on the line. from that day on, his fate had been sealed. he was an outcast child, or, at least, one of the many.
sunny didn’t make friends easily. it wasn’t because he didn’t want to, but because he was too afraid to. kids already had their friends, they were already getting along and he didn’t want to ruin it. he was too sad, too shy, and way too young to be trying to get along with all of the other older kids. all the other three year olds didn’t really talk much either, so it was hard to put yourself out there when you were so young, so little, and so scared. this is how it was for the next two years. at five years old, he was finally taken into a family.
his mom owned a small shop on the corner of an intersection in Busan. his dad was a CEO for some company he still can’t remember the name of. his brother was fifteen, a middle school student, and a bully. his sister was twelve, in elementary school, and a bully. sunny? he was five, unsure of his life, and the person always in the middle of the fights between his foster siblings. it was horrible to see kids fighting all the time, especially kids that had to pretend to be related. but there was no way out of this one. he spent most of his days in the shop with his mom after he got home from school, helping customers behind the counter and restocking the shelves closest to the ground. when the shop wasn’t busy, he would sit by the window in at a table his foster mom had set up for the three kids and watch people pass by.
there wasn’t much else to do when your family rarely got along.
that’s how he grew up. at six, he was had written his name on the bottom of the chair by the window. at seven, he had his own stack of printer paper and a pack of 12 crayons sitting on the table. at eight, he had binders of pictures he kept hidden in the corner between his chair and the wall. at nine, he was drawing people that passed by. at ten, he wanted to be an artist when he grew up, but he didn’t get much support from anyone else. at eleven, he learned how to read and write a lot better and in more creative way. at twelve, he is writing stories and drawing out the scenes, mostly about the people around him. at thirteen, he was a teenager, and his foster mom allowed him one gift that was way too expensive for any other occasion.
he simply asked for a piano, and that was what he got. so, at fourteen and fifteen, he is practicing the piano every day, playing melodies over the sound of his family arguing about who should have the remote or where the next paycheck should go to. he is starting to understand a lot of things now. his brother is now twenty five and still mooching off of his parents and his sister is twenty two and out of the house, she went off to college and he hasn’t seen her since she left. he is a teenager witnessing his family’s struggle every day and he doesn’t like it. his piano was his best friend and his key to tuning out the constant arguments his parents would have with his brother about getting a job, moving out, having a steady income… he was tired of it.
when sixteen hit, he packed his bag before school one day. his school books were pushed under his bed and his clothes were stuffed into his backpack instead in the best way possible. he was ready to leave, the desire to live a life on his own that wouldn’t require listening to a feud every day burning inside of him. so he waves goodbye to his foster mother as he gets on the school bus, but when he gets off at school, he detours. he’s going to find his own way now. so, he dropped out of high school.
he never thought he would see the day when he was actually making a living off of what he loved to do; writing, drawing, playing a piano, and composing. so when he is scouted after a late night performance on the other side of Busan in a small bar, he is surprised, because he’s almost seventeen. the age where he is still too young to be an adult, but too old to be a kid. but he knows this kind of offer is rare, and he steps up to it, not wasting a moment before he is thrown together with a bunch of other guys and forced to practice day by day, night by night, and somehow, he gets accustomed to it. that dissatisfactory has turned into a reason to wake up every morning, a reason to prosper, to shine. but he didn’t realize just how popular he would get within the first few years of their pre-debut.
he’s nineteen now. he’s living. he’s breathing. but he doesn’t feel right, sometimes, but he pushes those thoughts away. he tries to be the best he can be for not only his group, but himself, and he knows his fake family is out there somewhere… but so is his real family. no matter what, though, his family is now here at kaleidoscope, and he plans to keep it that way for as long as he can.
