#trainee oc

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some concepts for uma jay's racing silks, and some notes on her finalized racing outfit!

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SUMMARY: Sanghoon finds a breath of fresh air with Hak Bonghwa’s daughter and HBH producer-in-training, Hak Subin.

SERIES: NEW_DECADE PAIRING: Sanghoon + Subin WORD COUNT: 1.3k  WARNINGS: Swear words!

Sanghoon wouldn’t say that he has the best pokerface, but he surely is better at hiding his emotions than Hak Subin. 

Hak Bonghwa’s only daughter sat in a third chair off to the side while the two main producers at HBH, Fren.z and LeeBoi, worked at the soundboard. Sanghoon was squeezed into the recording booth with Yeetai, Longwei, and Taehyung. Sanghoon didn’t think that chanting one verse together would take this long, but they’ve been recording this same part for thirty minutes. He himself was starting to get agitated, Subin looked straight up homicidal. 

“You guys need more energy.” LeeBoi critiqued into the microphone. Subin snorted. “They’d have more energy if you gave them a break to rest their vocal cords.” Her statement was overheard through the speaker, but neither of the producers acknowledged the commentary.

“Let’s try it from the top. Remember, more energy.” LeeBoi talked over Subin, ignoring her like usual. Subin rolled her eyes and played with the ends of her hair, her frown somehow drooping more than before.

The recording finally ended when Fren.z’s alarm went off. Their time in the recording studio was up. The trainees exited the studio, thanking all three producers as they passed. When Taehyung dipped into a bow for Subin, Fren.z chuckled dryly. “She’s younger than you, Taehyung. No need to break your back in half.” He laughed. Subin narrowed her eyes at the older producer, giving him a look so icy it made Sanghoon’s eyebrow twitch. Taehyung let out a weak chuckle before leading the other boys out of the studio.

“God, they’re awful to her.” Taehyung whispered as soon as they left. “I should have stood up for her, shouldn’t I?” 

“Nah, Subin can fight her own battles.” Longwei reassured his friend, giving the other trainee a clap on the back. A mischievous smirk spread on his face. “I bet she appreciated that adequate bow, though.” 

“Shh.” Taehyung chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I had to show my appreciation somehow.” The four boys made their way to the elevator, taking it back up to Trainee Town to complete their training for the day.

When most of the trainees filed out of the practice rooms, Sanghoon decided to stay behind. Lately the stress of showcases, trainee events, and upcoming debut team announcements has been getting to him. He wanted to take some time to do what he really loved: creating his own music.

He knew that all studios were free after three. He took the elevator down to The Dungeons alone, his bags slung over his shoulder.  He’d only stay until four, then he’d head to the dorms and get some shut eye before another day of practice. 

Sanghoon headed to his favorite recording studio, the Green Room, at the very end of the hall. As he walked down the hallway, he heard a familiar beat coming from the Red Studio. He slowed his pace, wondering if Fren.z or LeeBoi were still here. Sanghoon contemplated turning back just to avoid any awkward encounter with the producers, but then he heard a feminine sounding growl of annoyance. 

The trainee furrowed his eyebrows and glanced into the studio. At the soundboard was Subin, running her hands through her platinum hair. Suddenly, Subin wheeled the chair she was in back, turning around sharply. Sanghoon and Subin made eye contact, both of them jumping in surprise. 

Subin, with a hand still over her racing heart, opened the door.

“Sanghoon, don’t do that again.” Subin sighed, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward ever so slightly into a ghost of a grin. “Sorry… I just…” Sanghoon fumbled for the words. “No worries, man.” Subin shook her head. “I get sketched out after three anyways. Y’know, witching hour and shit.” 

“Yeah,” Sanghoon’s fingers fidgeted with the straps of his bags. He spends so much physical time with Subin that he forgets that they don’t really know each other. At all. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond to his boss’s daughter. 

“What were you working on?” Sanghoon asked, his eyes darting to the soundboard that Subin was previously sat at.

“Oh, yeah,” Subin looked over her shoulder at the equipment. “The demo you guys recorded earlier sounded like ass once Tweedle Dick and Tweedle Dumbass layered it onto the backtrack. I’ve been trying to fix it, but they created a monster.” 

Subin looked back and Sanghoon with a small grin on her face. “Wanna hear what I’ve got?” 

Sanghoon felt like rejecting the founder’s daughter was not a good idea, so he nodded. Subin let him step into the studio, offering the spare chair next to her at the soundboard.

“See, this is what it sounded like before I got my grimy little hands on it,” Subin pressed play on her computer. The song that they had recorded earlier sounded so manufactured. So bland. Sanghoon’s dislike seemed to have shown on his face, because Subin clapped her hands together and cackled. 

“See? It’s booty isn’t it?” She asked.

“Yeah, that sucks.” Sanghoon agreed. Subin chuckled before typing on her computer again.

“Alright, but now this,” She pressed play. “Is how I think it should sound.” 

Subin’s version was much better. There was more dimension, more personality. She kept the more messier recordings of them chanting rather than the robotic and uniform chant the other producers preferred. The track sounded exciting and fresh.

Sanghoon tapped his fingers to the beat. As good as it was, it was missing something. “Uh-oh,” Subin turned the volume down. “You don’t like something?” 

“No, no. It sounds great. Really great. But…” Sanghoon tried to search for the words.

“Something’s missing, right?” Subin asked. “Yeah.” Sanghoon nodded. “I think you need some like… Adlibs or something.” 

Subin nodded. Her eyes darted to the empty recording booth, then back at Sanghoon. “You’re a rapper, right?” She asked. “Yeah.” “Do you think you could improv some cool adlibs?” She asked, a smirk appearing on her face.

Sanghoon’s plan to stay until four was tossed out the window once he and Subin started bouncing ideas off one another. Even if Sanghoon noticed how late it was, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He really enjoyed spending time with Subin. She was chill and took things so simply. Being around Subin was like taking a break from reality, and Sanghoon wasn’t ready to return back just yet. It was nearing five in the morning when Subin finally recognized how late they had stayed. 

“Holy hell, look at the time.” Subin gasped, holding up her cellphone. “We should probably go. You have practice in a few hours.” 

“Don’t remind me.” Sanghoon groaned. “Hey, debut announcements come out soon. Hopefully you’ll only be a trainee for a little while longer.” Subin comforted him. “Just enjoy the ride. Soon you’ll be looking back on your trainee days with nostalgia.” 

Sanghoon nodded, taking in her advice. He was just about to leave when a realization hit him.

“Hey, are you walking home alone?” Sanghoon paused in the doorway. Subin chuckled. “Do I really look that weak?” “No, but I’ll still walk you to the subway or something.” Sanghoon shifted his bag awkwardly. 

The producer pouted. “You’re cute, Sanghoon. But don’t worry about it. I’m ordering an Uber to come pick me up in a few. It’ll be right outside the company, don’t you worry.” “Okay. Cool.” Sanghoon nodded, shifting his weight on his feet. “I guess I’ll see you tomor- in a few hours, then?” 

Subin grinned. “Yeah. I’ll see you soon. Sweet dreams.” “You too.” Sanghoon smiled before closing the door to the studio.  He felt as if he had just jumped between worlds. Everything felt a little dazed to Sanghoon as he made it to the elevators, exiting the building on the main floor. As he crossed the street to the subway station, he couldn’t help but daydream about making regular late night visits to the recording studios.

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NEW_DECADE [EP_5]

SUMMARY: Yeetai thinks it’s kinda cute how Seolhee can’t dance at all, so he helps her practice for their showcase tomorrow.

GENRE: fluff  PAIRING: yeetai x seolhee WORD COUNT: 0.7k WARNINGS: none

Just when Seolhee thought she had it, she just had to lose her balance on the last step.

“Mother of-” Seolhee bent down, curling herself up into a ball and letting out an aggravated scream through clenched teeth. She had been trying to nail the dance routine for “Lost” all afternoon. With their showcase being the following evening, she was running out of time to perfect this dance. She had such high hopes for tomorrow night, but now her dreams of success just seemed silly. How was she going to have a great performance if she can’t even get down the most basic dance moves? 

“Mother of what?” A voice asked. Seolhee turned, her eyes wide. In the doorway was Yeetai, his practice bag slung over one shoulder and a smug look on his face. Seolhee straightened herself up, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“Sorry!” Seolhee apologized. “I didn’t think anyone else would be here... Did you book the practice room?” “I did.” Yeetai took a few steps forward. “But honestly, you look like you could use the extra practice more than I do.”  Seolhee felt her cheeks heat up. Yeetai had a talent for making the people around him feel like they were inferior to him. Whether he did this on purpose or not, Seolhee still found him intimidating, especially given the fact that he has seniority over her in terms of training length. 

The newbie’s mouth opened, but she wasn’t sure what to say in response. Yeetai chuckled and placed his bag down next to the door.  “Here,” Yeetai came over, standing next to her. She looked at their reflections in the mirror, watching as Yeetai took the position of the first pose after the chorus. 

“Your biggest problem is energy.” Yeetai explained. “You’re playing it real safe with your moves. Try making them bigger and adding more strength.”  He then demonstrated what he meant by cranking out the steps that Seolhee had been slaving over almost perfectly. Seolhee’s mouth dropped at how perfect he danced to the routine that wasn’t even his.  Yeetai chuckled at the expression, but he was easily eating it up. “You try.” He offered. Seolhee hesitantly took to the center, taking a deep breath. “Hey, I can sense your nerves from here. Calm down, I’m your teammate.” Yeetai held out his hands, motioning them downward in a ‘cool down’ motion. Seolhee nodded. The music started again as she went through the motions, this time taking Yeetai’s advice into consideration.

“Now you’ve got something.” He grinned, watching her intently. Seolhee felt herself losing power in her movements, suddenly becoming self cautious under his stare. The music stopped and Yeetai crossed his arms, furrowing his eyebrows together.  “Do I make you nervous, Seolhee?” He asked, a devilish smirk on his face. Seolhee’s cheeks started to heat up in embarrassment.  “There’s really no need to be. We’re both in this together, aren’t we?” Yeetai continued, tilting his head at Seolhee, an amused glint in his eyes. Seolhee pushed stray hairs back, forcing herself to remain eye contact with the boy standing in front of her. She’s never gone to a conventional school before, but she imagined that Yeetai would be the human manifestation of the douche bag jock stereotype.

“No. You don’t.” She said firmly. She stood up a little straighter. “The practice room is all yours.” Seolhee strode over to the boombox, unplugging her cellphone from the aux cord. Behind her, Yeetai came forward to attach his own phone to the aux. Seolhee stiffened up when his arm came around to grab the cord. Yeetai let out a chuckle under his breath.

“You sure I don’t make you nervous?” Yeetai asked, arching an eyebrow, a devilish smirk crossing over his face. Seolhee rolled her eyes. Sometimes she wondered why she never talked to Yeetai much, and now she knew why. The kid was so full of himself, she thought it was amazing how full of oneself a boy could be.  “You’re not as cute as you think you are.” Seolhee scrunched her eyebrows together. Yeetai leaned away from her, an analyzing look on his face, as if he was trying to read Seolhee’s past, present, and future. 

Then a grin peaked out from the corners of his lips. “Guess I’ll have to try harder then.” 

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Fracture

Summary: Daisuke is accompanied by Heecheon, Takumi, Ren, and Kosuke to the hospital where he receives some upsetting news. 

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Heecheon paced back and forth at the foot of Daisuke’s hospital bed, nibbling on his fingernails. If Daisuke was in any position to walk, he would probably be doing the same. Unfortunately, seeing his friend be so stressed only made his anxiety spike as well. “Hyung,” Daisuke called from the bed. “Please stop pacing. You’re freaking me out.” 

Heecheon sighed, stopping his movements. He glanced at the clock anxiously. “I just wanna know the results of that x-ray.” “We all do.” Kosuke piped up from the seat next to the only window in the hospital room. “But I don’t think being all anxious about it is going to change anything.”  Takumi and Ren, who were leaning against the far wall, looked at each other anxiously. Daisuke knew what they all were thinking. If his injury was serious, he’d have no choice but to pull out of the competition. 

The upsetting thought made Daisuke want to cry. He only had the chance to perform once on the Produce 101 stage, and he was looking forward to hopefully performing many more with his new friends. Now, there was a chance that he wasn’t even going to make it to the first elimination round. 

Knuckles rasped on the door as Doctor Nakamura peeked his head inside. The doctor had been very helpful and sympathetic towards Daisuke. He’s even mentioned that his daughter was rooting for him on Produce 101. However, his expression now looked a little grim, which didn’t help Daisuke’s nerves.

“I have your results, Mr. Tanaka.” Nakamura walked into the room. He took a seat on the swivel stool beside the bed with a sigh. Another jolt of nerves ran through Daisuke’s body. He had a feeling what was coming next. “So, the good news is, it’s a fracture, not a broken clavicle, so you won’t need any extreme surgery to help heal that bone.” Nakamura informed him. “However, a fractured clavicle takes up to six weeks to heal.”

Daisuke looked at the doctor with his mouth parted. He looked at the other trainees around the room, all of them bearing similar expressions of hurt and disbelief. Heecheon brought his hand to his mouth. Takumi’s eyes started to glaze over. Daisuke swallowed hard, trying to comprehend the news that was given to him.

“Is there anyway to heal him quicker?” Kosuke asked, standing up from his seat. The desperate question made Daisuke feel even worse.

“The only way to heal a fractured clavicle is through wearing a sling and going to phyiscal therapy. It’s a process that you wouldn’t want to rush, especially since Daisuke is a dancer. He’ll want complete rotation of his shoulder when he’s finished healing, and we can only get that through traditional means.” Nakamura said, his voice twinged with sympathy. 

“So, I have to pull out of Produce 101?” Daisuke asked, just to clarify. Nakamura nodded solemnly.  “I’m afraid so.” 

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Downfall

Summary: Daisuke jumps into the center of the stage during the Dancing King competition to show off some unexpected dance moves and accidentally slips. [EPISODE 5]

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Daisuke clapped along to the beat of the track playing above through the speakers. On the small, circular stage below him, his fellow trainees danced in a hip-hop style, showing off their hidden skills in the genre.

Suddenly, the music above changed to something slower and lyrical. Daisuke perked up. The trainee hasn’t dance lyrically since he started Produce. He specialized in the genre back at HBH, and it was probably his favorite dance style. 

Beside him, Heecheon noticed the change in Daisuke’s posture. He smiled at the boy and nudged him. “Are you gonna dance?” Heecheon asked. “Nah, I-”  “Why not?” Heecheon cut off Daisuke’s excuse, nudging him again. Sitting on the bleacher behind him, Takumi leaned forward and patted his shoulder. “C’mon, Dai-chan, don’t be boring.” Takumi teased. Daisuke took a deep inhale as he stood up, making his way to the center. Behind him, his fellow Class A trainees roared with approval, calling out his name. 

The trainees that were dancing on the stage made room for Daisuke, ceasing their dancing to observe his. At first, the trainee wasn’t sure what dance moves he would pull out, his nerves getting to him. He wanted to stand out to the national producers, but he wasn’t sure if he could deliver. 

He took a deep breath before positioning himself. He closed his eyes and let the music speak to him. Soon, he was doing elegant flips and aerials around the stage, moving his body to the music. Every time Daisuke would show just how flexible he is, the other trainees would exclaim with awe. He tried to ignore their calls, but his cheeks were starting to flush from all the attention. 

The focus that the other trainees had on him finally sank in, and Daisuke could feel himself getting self-cautious. He decided that he would make one last move, then he’d go back to his seat. He attempted one last aerial. Unfortunately, his distracted and hurried state of mind caused him to not focus on his balance. He missed the landing, crashing down onto his shoulder.

A sharp pain shot up through his shoulder blade and back, his vision turning to bursts of stars. The music above stopped suddenly, and he heard footsteps rush towards him.

“Dai-chan, Are you okay?” Heecheon asked. Above him, Daisuke made out the concerned face of his elder friend among a bunch of other faces of staff and Ninety Nine. Daisuke managed to nod his head, even though he knew that something was definitely not okay.  “Don’t worry, everything’s fine.” Daisuke fibbed. He didn’t want people to worry about him, especially when it was his own fault for showing off.  “Can you sit up?” The older trainee asked. Daisuke tried to get up, but the pain in his shoulder was too much. He winced in pain and bit his lip, trying not to scream out.  “We’re gonna need a medic!” A staff member called over his shoulder. “Everyone, give the boy some space.” Hiroyuki Yabe suggested, and the circle of trainees lessened up. Shortly, more staff rushed over with the on-site medic. After a brief examination, the on-site medic frowned and sighed gravely.

 “I hate to say it, but you may have broken your collarbone.” He informed Daisuke. The trainees who overheard the statement exclaimed with shock, turning to one another with wide eyes.  “Broken?” Daisuke repeated the word, not wanting to believe the statement. “It could be nothing, it’s hard to tell here. We should get you to a hospital just to make sure.” The medic suggested. 

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DNA

Summary: Daisuke choses DNA for his evaluation song and gets picked to be in group 1. [EPISODE 3]

Series: Produce 101 Japan Addition, Produce 101 Japan OC

A/N: I AM SO BEHIND ON THIS SERIES DFGS I-- 

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“Tanaka-Kun, please go select your song!” Ninety-Nine announced. A few hands gripped Daisuke’s shoulders in silent support as he headed towards the selection table.

For Daisuke, the question was simple. He wanted, no, needed to perform DNA. Pushing aside the fact that he is a huge BTS fan, he was already familiar with the DNA choreography and the style of kpop dances as a whole. He wanted to start off this competition on a strong foot by sticking to what he knew best.

He selected the DNA ticket, smiling brightly to the camera before heading back towards the waiting area. Both Yugo and Ren were waiting already, stepping back away from the roped off lines so it was impossible for Daisuke to tell what team they were apart of.

“What did you pick, Dai-chan?” Ren called out once he saw his friend round the corner. Daisuke pressed the ticket to his stomach, hiding the title.

“Show me and I’ll show you.” Daisuke bargained. The three boys circled up. Yugo counted down for them.

“One, two,” Yugo flipped his paper over at the same time as the others. Both Yugo and Ren’s tickets said “Highlight”.

“No!” Daisuke said a little too loudly as he fell to his knees. He had been hoping to be on the same team as Ren. The staff members motioned for him to be quiet, giving Daisuke a stern look.

“It’s okay, at least we aren’t direct competitors now.” Ren wrapped an arm around Daisuke’s shoulders as the trio walked over to their designated lines.

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“And... Daisuke-Kun.” Mamechan finally concluded his lineup. Daisuke grinned and sprung up, practically skipping his way to the line of trainees that Mame has selected. Heecheon and Takumi patted Daisuke’s back and shoulders as he stood in line next to them. Togo squeezed his arms around Daisuke in a quick hug before patting his back. Daisuke couldn’t hide his smile even if he tried. He was very pleased that he was on a team with such strong dancers and prominent members. 

After the teams were selected, it was time for the first practice. 

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I Ain’t Afraid of No Ghosts

Summary: Kyungchul versus the Ghost Room. (Episode 5)

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Kyungchul sat on the seat provided to him, looking at all the production and staff in front of him. For a confession session, this seemed a little bit invasive. However, he felt himself relax when a staff member gave him the okay to start.

Kyungchul took in a sharp inhale. “I guess my biggest worry right now is letting my company down. I’m the only HBH trainee here... It gets a little lonely, you know? I’ve made friends here but no one can replace my friends at my company. I’m afraid that if I fail here, I will bring a bad name to my company.”

He took a sigh, thinking about all the hurt he could be causing his friends back at HBH. Is Taehyung upset that he isn’t a higher rank? Did Daisuke actually vote for him like he promised or did he give up after he realized that Kyungchul was only rank 30? Hyebin was so excited for him when he told her he made it on the show, is she still proud?

Before he could mull over his own thoughts, he saw something move in his peripheral vision. He slowly turned his head, being met with a scary woman with red face paint and a completely white face.

“OH MY GOD!” He screamed, jumping away from the woman. He felt a hand wrap around his leg, causing him to shake it off feverishly. 

“Why! Why?!” He repeated, walking over to the door to get out. When he was charged by another ghost woman, he stepped away from her, but the scary effect was gone now. He just wanted to get out of there.

The ghost behind the door was the last straw. He sighed almost in pity, looking at the woman in front of him. “They don’t pay you enough for this, do they?” He asked. “I’m sorry, but your friend behind the confession booth took all my shock. Here, I’ll put on a better show, for your sake.” 

If the ghost woman was moved by anything Kyungchul said, she didn’t show it. He closed the door before opening it again. He cleared his throat before letting out a high pitched shriek. 

“Oh, no! A ghost!” Kyungchul exclaimed, jumping side to side and bending his knees. He then pretended to fight off the ghost, swinging punches that never even got close to the woman. Finally, the production team asked him to stop, probably for the sake of his own reputation.

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Rap Legend

Summary: Kyungchul and Jinhyuk team up to make Yohan the rapping legend they know he can become. (Episode 4) 

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“More mpf!” Kyungchul instructed, making a noise somewhere between a grunt and a sigh, trying to explain what he was expecting from Yohan. The boy looked between Jinhyuk and Kyungchul with a confused look, waiting for further explanation. When he didn’t get any, he cleared his throat.

“Hyung, I’m sorry, but what does that mean?” Yohan questioned, arching an eyebrow.  “It means you need more... More attitude. I want you to almost offend me with your swag.” Kyungchul put his feelings into words. Yohan looked a little embarrassed, but he tried his verse again, this time adding the new advice he was given. He was still missing something.

“Yohan, try putting more emphasis on your words. Get a little grittier.” Jinhyuk suggested.  “Don’t worry about looking pretty while rapping, you’re already a flower,” Kyungchul assured the boy. “Be confident. If you’re not confident, you’ll look like a fool.”  Yohan nodded before attempting again. This time it came out much better, earning claps and hollers from Kyungchul. Jinhyuk was clapping along too, proud at the progress Yohan had made under the supervision of Kyungchul and him. 

“Yohan, we just made you a rapping legend. You’re welcome.” Kyungchul said smugly, grinning at himself. “When you soar to the top of the leaderboard after this evaluation, remember who made you.” 

Yohan chuckled slightly uncomfortably, but still thanked the older boys for the help before going off on his own to practice more.