#seojinws

[sunghoonws]

it was a bit chilled out now. with the sweat from his performance having begun to cool on his skin in the breezy spring evening, it caused sunghoon to shiver just a bit. even if he was in the clothing from the stage, which included a sweater. he was outside on the patio, the rest of his group mingling around with others.

he had been feeling a little out of it after the performance, thinking over and over how his voice didn’t sound anything like it should have. it wasn’t even a hard verse to do, but sunghoon felt he didn’t do his best. it was easy for him to beat himself up about it, but he had just smiled to his members and was just as excited about the performance as they were, at least to their faces. he always felt weird expressing his insecurities to the others.

sunghoon felt another breeze brush past him and he gave a small shiver, his fingers idly stroking along the petals of one of the bright flowers that had been placed throughout the venue. around him were artists from different companies and he felt a little out of place. he was young, one of the youngest there, and he didn’t have near the success as some of the other artists that were there. thinking it was best to not sit there and mope about mistakes that were or were not made, he stood from his seat and meandered over to the table of drinks set up.

he gave a polite smile to the staff that was lingering around there and reached for one of the fruit drinks that were provided, enjoying the fresh strawberries that were inside of it. as sunghoon was taking a drink and turning around, he noticed an idol close to him that caused him to choke on the drink messily, realizing who it was.

“ah! sen-ssi!” he tried not to think about the wetness of the juice that had dripped out of his mouth onto his chin, reaching up and wiping it away quickly with a flush on his face of embarrassment. “sorry, i hope i’m not in your way...” sunghoon’s face was bright red at being so silly in front of someone so successful, as well as someone whose songs were very prominent on his own playlist at home. still, he stepped to the side, cradling his drink to his sweater. ( @seojinws​ )

[wsjimin]

"It's about time you got here."

It had been a while since the last time she had recorded a track for anyone that wasn't Etoile. Working with Ladybug songs had been a lot of fun, since Jimin considered herself a Lovebug. But it was exciting (and quite flattering, if she had to be honest) to think there was someone out there who believed that she had some talent in her. Truth to be told, seeing all those people criticizing Etoile, accusing them of lipsyncing, saying their live vocals were so bad that the only talent they had beautiful visuals, was slowly getting the best of her. And in true Jimin's fashion, she blamed herself. She was the main vocalist of the group, she should do better; it was her job.

Such words were the first thing she listened to when she walked into the room, looking at him for a moment without blinking. According to her watch, she had been just on time. Perhaps, if only, five minutes late because it had taken her a while to find a good spot in the parking lot and she didn't know her way around the Wishbone Records building.

Nodding, she placed the two paper cups she had brought for them on the nearest table. "Oh, Seojin-ssi! I'm glad to see you, too. I've been very well, thank you for asking. How are you?" Far from being annoyed, Jimin smiled at him, amusement clear in her features as she slipped off her coat and scarf. It had lifted her mood, that was for sure.

♕ → @seojinws​

[wstaeyang]

✱  …  ‹ @seojinws​​​ ›

he spins in the chair slowly, the four walls of the studio surrounds him as he decided upon himself to visit his friend during the recording of his song he planned on releasing. not having an schedules set for the time being, taeyang took it upon himself to venture out of his dorm that was currently occupied by the other groupmates and spend some time hanging out with other people he knew. not to say that he didn’t like his groupmates, but it was nice to get out and see new faces from time to time. 

taeyang had met the male during one of his performances when he was trying to get inspiration from previous songs the group done and instantly their friendship grown towards what it was today. as someone who was the complete opposite as him in terms of personality, taeyang found it astonishing that he considered the other as a close friend at times. here he was at wishbone of all places, visiting and giving the other his thoughts on the sounds that were currently being made in the booth. 

“wow, is it possible for someone’s voice to be that beautiful? i almost fell for you.” he stated his tone more that of a flirty one as seojin walked out, normal talk for the both of them. 

[wsjisun]

“You’re kind of jumping the gun, aren’t you?”

the words broke her of her reverie and she tilted her head up to look at seojin, blinking at him almost expressionlessly as her thumb moved to turn her phone screen off. “you think so?” she leaned back on the couch in the dressing room, taking a break from doing her job. “see, i have a motto, yeah?” sunny leaned forward, looking up at the other with a serious expression in her eyes. “feel everything, you know? to the fullest, feel it to one hundred percent. if you’re happy, feel it all over. if you’re sad, feel it all over. this is no different.” reaching for her phone, she turned her screen back on and turned it towards the solist. her screen reflected a cute picture of a girl smiling at the camera with a ‘it’s a match!’ over the top.

“see, seojin... we matched. therefore, it’s time to plan our entire life together, no? just because you’re a sourpuss doesn’t mean you have to drag me down with you! jumping the gun or not, sit your ass down and help me plan my wedding.” had she ever met the girl yet? no. did she plan to? hopefully. is she enjoying being dramatic? absolutely.

“so? what do you say? wanna sing at my wedding? i’ll pay you with brownies.” clearly a deal, right?

[wsyoojin]

Yoojin had been looking forward to seeing the performances the groups and soloists had been instructed to practice ever since she had received the invitation to the private event. She didn’t question the decision for the event and kept the cutout of the Monarch butterfly. Any excuse to mingle with other artists and break through the never-ending practice sessions was more than enough to convince her to go to an event. Plus, there were promises of free food and drinks. They could have lured her to the event with that promise alone.   

Her group had practiced to perform Blue.M’s ‘Bloom Bloom.’ She had watched several performances when the song was released. It wasn’t until after their first run through that she appreciated how dynamic the choreography for the song was. There was constant movement and interaction with the other members. The choreography for her group wasn’t too difficult, but she wasn’t complaining. It allowed for the girls to sing live without much hindrance. The song was bright and suited Nana so much that she couldn’t help but smile throughout the performance. 

After their performance ended, her group had returned to their table but her attention had occasionally drifted to the soloists table, focusing on one brown-haired man in particular. Her stubbornness prevented her from gravitating towards the young man throughout the afternoon. She had decided that disclosing their relationship after her debut anniversary was the most respectful way to go about it for her group, but her manager’s suspicion had grown exponentially over the last month. 

Would she have had the courage to stand beside him if their relationship had been out in the open to the staff? They were friends before dating so her apprehension felt silly in that moment. It wasn’t until the sun was setting the outdoor lights had been turned on that she found him outside by the noraebang station. She sneaks behind ( @seojinws ), briefly and gently holding onto her boyfriend’s arms to shake him gently. 

“Boo!” Yoojin exclaims with a bright smile, corners widening as she drops her hands back to her side. “Are you still thinking of a song? Or do you need a partner? An audience?” She asks him with a slight tilt of her head when she steps beside him. “I lost Chorong— Somewhere. We were supposed to sing a song together.” 

“Would you like a suggestion? You would be the first person to turn on the mic.” She utters with a slight teasing tone, discreetly brushing her knuckles against the back of his hand. “It’s a huge responsibility.”