#wsellie

[noahws]

don’t forget the date: july 21, 1997  — eliana & noah

  eliana kim. eliana. he repeated the name over and over again in his head. even though he had spent at least ten minutes the night before trying to get the pronunciation right, the name still wasn’t flowing off his tongue. how was he supposed to impress her if he couldn’t even say her name? he starts to curse himself under his breath, lightly smacking the side of his head. “come on! everyone probably calls her ellie! how is she going to remember you if you can’t even remember her name?” he starts to drag his feet, losing hope the further he made it down a random hallway of the wishbone building.

  is what he was doing creepy? oh, definitely? but did he realize it? of course not! in his mind, noah was just trying to start up a friendship with you. if only he had been brave enough to strike up a conversation the first time that he had seen you, but he had been at a loss for words. they let such pretty girls into wishbone? then what was he doing there? he immediately felt inadequate next to you. but after thinking about the encounter later that night, he scolded himself for thinking such a way. your beauty alone didn’t define you! he’d have to get to know you. and what better place to start than on the internet?

  yawning loudly as he kept walking down the hallway, casually peering into each room that he passed, noah went through the information that he had studied last night. your name, birthday, the languages that you spoke. instead of learning all of it organically, the better idea in his head was to memorize it all in advance. then you’d definitely want to be his friend. stretching his arms out in front of him, letting out an even more obnoxious yawn than before, he suddenly stops dead in his tracks. wait, was that who he thought it was?

  taking a couple of backwards steps, he leans back and peeks into the practice room. it was you! it had to be. shuffling until he was standing directly in the doorway, he clears his throat before knocking on the wall. despite his attempt at a polite entrance, he probably wasn’t speaking loud enough to be heard over the loud music playing. “elena! that’s you right? we haven’t really met before, so i thought that i’d introduce myself. i’m noah!”

[ashws]

Jae-in remembers the moment that he came across Ellie’s music. It had been a gloomy day where he was stuck inside the company van waiting for his turn in the hairstylist’s chair. The hairstylist had overbooked with another group and rather than sitting inside, he decided to stay inside the van with the windows rolled down instead of raising the stress levels of the hairstylist and the manager. He had been adding songs from random playlists, pressing the ‘next’ button repeatedly. 

Usually, he was good at deciding whether he would like a song within the first thirty seconds and Ellie’s “Sunshine” was an instantly downloaded after the first five seconds. It was in it’s own little special club since there weren’t many songs that he could say that he didn’t have to force himself to like. He was disappointed that there weren’t any more songs from the artist until her second comeback. On a visit to Wishbone Records, he ran into her inside the elevator and he was brought back to that summer morning. 

He knew better than to introduce himself inside an elevator, but would he listen to his inside voice for once? He greeted her as casual as he could and downplayed that he was a fan by not so jokingly offering himself up for her next album. He didn’t think much of their interaction since there was a slim chance that she knew of him, but the invitation to her studio several months later that was sent his way had surprised him. 

He greets ( @wsellie )with bow, accompanying was a bright smile and a loose leaf tea sampler set wrapped in brown paper with a green bow and baby’s breath. “I heard you were recording your comeback. I wanted to get you a ‘thank you’ gift for inviting me to your studio.” He says with a soft laugh, remaining standing until took the delicate box from him. “Please accept it. If you don’t like it, you can share it with your team.”

Now seated beside her, Jae-in wondered if she had invited him to let him down easily that he wouldn’t be on the next album. But she would at least let him listen to a sneak peek, right? 

[seojinws]

✱    ㅡ   (   @wsellie  )

Participating in a reality show ( of sorts ) was not something the soloist expected to be dropped into when the month began. He optimistically put forth an “audition” just for the hell of it, nothing but a prayer backing him up. The program suited him well enough. Though a city boy through and through, he had something of a knack and vested interest in wilderness survival and the like. This certainly was no Law of the Jungle, but it would serve as a good stepping stone to higher ambitions.

Without use of an electronic alarm to be found, he had no other choice than to go by the rays of sun cascading over his face. A crack in the blinds poured light across the bed. He made the sacrifice of taking the spot so none of the other members had to. Perhaps a decently selfless act reasoned by his own need to have relative control of his sleeping schedule. The suppressed yawn rose into the back of his head like a burst bubble. 

One day had already passed in the “Yoon family” household. The “family” was comprised of a mishmash of people: a comedian, two idols, a model, an actor, and two soloists, one of which was his labelmate, Ellie. 

The suppressed yawn rose into the back of his head like a burst bubble. Seojin shuffled over to the kitchen to peer up at the old fashioned clock, his eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher roman numerals into tangible numbers. “6:32AM, wow... You did it.” The praise was muttered under his breath.

He moved to Ellie’s part of the room first, attempting to stir her awake with a gentle nudge from his hand. It was best to not do anything further. Lately, their relationship with one another as “coworkers” had seen some relative peace, and he was uncertain if she would want such an aspect of her shown off on television. He would allow her to make the first move, if she planned anyway. 

“Hey,, wake up, it’s time for breakfast. We should make it for the others.”