#wsmini

[wskiha]

closed starter for @wsmini

performing is something always thrilling, kiha thinks, and he hopes that it won't change even after who knows how long phoenix will be together and then when he gets his solo career — or more like if he gets his solo career instead of just focusing on producing when he eventually retires from phoenix —, because that's the fun part of it. of course that at this point, kiha doesn't get as nervous as he did when he was back when they first debuted, long gone is the nerves coming from the insecurity of whether he'll do well or not, of worrying about whether he'll give a good performance or not.

these nerves are almost like anxiety, like the phoenix member can't wait unil they're on the stage and sharing the energy with the audience that came to see the festival. besides, he does like 90's love (and a part of him is more than relieved that it's not a cherry bomb part two) even with their outfits being very winter themed considering the jerseys, the jackets or the long sleeved shirts the stylists put them on. it's a fun song and he has fun performing it — the only thing he might have to say is that perhaps it could be a little mor of a vocal song than rap, but he supposes that's a thing with phoenix's concept in general and not a 90's love problem itself.

that's why it's easy for him to smile when he sees minhee coming to greet phoenix— and also because the trainee is always a ball of sunshine no matter when or how kiha meets her, either on backstage of programs like this or when hes giving her a couple of singing lessons. "are you nervous?" he can't help but ask. "i know you're coming up on the stage as a backup dancer, right?"

[wsmiles]

     what a mistake it was. a huge mistake to agree to be on this show. if only he had stood his ground and said no more aggressively, that they would’ve agreed to his protests. but everyone had sold it to him, that it would be a good chance to acclimatise himself with variety shows and maybe, just maybe this time, his experience would be positive enough that he would agree to be on numerous others. the rare optimistic pane of glass, blinds him momentarily and he agrees, only to the thrusted into knowing bros without any adult supervision from his fellow band mates. 

     the hosts ask him to introduce himself, “hello. i’m the cutest maknae, miles from crescent.” bowing immediately after the words had left him. it had become a running joke that despite how disgustingly not aegyo-suitable he was, he became a symbol of cuteness through his aggressive show of aegyo. an ironic twist on his rather edgy aesthetic. 

     teamwork. something he was not familiar with, especially with those unfamiliar to him but he’s told he must participate and dreadfully, he drags himself off from his seat and positions himself beside his new partner @wsmini​. the possibly too bright of a sunshine girl, for his poor dull eyes. she blinded him with how vibrant she was to the point where he audibly sighed with disgust. all you have to do is take turns memorising the dance moves on the screen and try to replicate it with your partner. when you hear the sound of the whistle, that’s when you change. sounds simple enough. 

[wsminho]

Minho was a big believer in a routine. Well. Kind of! He liked the idea of a routine. Scheduling notebooks were all so cute and his mom got him a custom one filled with all his favorite things: sparkles, Etoile, and puppies. Sure, most of it was doodles and loose notes, but he did use it sometimes! Every Saturday morning, he left snacks and a new note to the Yuseong ghost. He had yet to learn the ghost’s name ( maybe because they were shy! ), but they had been corresponding quite regularly since he made the discovery. It was alright though, because he was sure they would meet one day. Like Casper and Wendy! 

He fluttered around Yuseong’s building after dropping off his gift to the ghost. He said hi to all his most favorite managers, visited the cafeteria for a snack, and even popped his head into Moonsik’s studio to give him the extra juice box he got! Score! Shutting the door to Moonsik’s studio, he turned around and promptly bumped into one of the tiniest people he had ever met. Cute! Like a little fairy!

He bowed in apology, the little apple hair on his head flopping about. “Sorry! I didn’t see you there! Are you okay?” He rummaged around in his pink We Bare Bears backpack, pulling out a single packet of Strawberry Pocky. Sweets always made him feel better, especially as yummy and pink as Strawberry Pocky. He was so glad he had some left over from his Yuseong Ghost Gift Purchase this morning. “Would this make you feel better?”

@wsmini​

[seojunws]

starring @wsmini​ rewind to 2018

is it possible to feel like you don’t belong yet blend in seamlessly in a way that goes unnoticed by most? it feels like he had succeeded in contorting himself to fit into a mould, like a mismatched puzzle piece you force into an empty slot, with awkward gaps you’d hardly notice—not unless you look close enough. while this is how he feels on most days at yuseong, it’s exceptionally apparent when he’s seated in one of these conversational classes, meant to coach the trainees on variety show appearances and the likes of it—how to be witty, how to be funny, and how to react in a way the camera would love. 

he feels like he doesn’t belong (judging by the people he’s surrounded by, it’s safe to say he’s the most—or only—introvert around), yet he knows this could be his only shot at making it big. he is no better at singing or rapping, and his dance can only take him so far—it isn’t just the center positions in choreographies that he is coveting, he wants to have his face on every tv, every magazine, every billboard, and he knows, to get there, he has to writhe his way into people’s hearts. to do that, he’ll need a glib tongue, a dash of wit, humour and a whole lot of sweetness in the form of honeyed words and glazed smiles.

oddly enough, seojun’s better at it than he had expected to be. he’s good enough for it stand on the thin line between ‘fake’ and ‘professional’—is he good at applying what he was taught, or is he just... fake? unlike him, there are some people who are a natural at it; they don’t need to be schooled on how to act in variety shows, neither do they have to pretend to be someone they are not. they are just naturally bubbly, eloquent and funny, almost like they are made to be on tv—much like the vivacious girl seated next to him. seojun is unsure if he envies her natural effervescence, or if he wants to change seats and get as far away as he can from her. after all, there’s only so much socialising an introvert can deal with and he is at his limit with her.

from getting partnered up with her for today’s activity to having her bug him for the rest of the class (be it laughing into his ear whenever their instructor makes a joke, poking his arm when she wants to show him something funny, or trying to start up a conversation every now and then), seojun isn’t sure if he has it in him to entertain another one of her antics. whether it’s because he doesn’t enjoy the new companionship, or if it is merely because he’s not used to it (someone actually wants to be his friend this bad?), he’s not sure. what he does know for sure is, if she keeps this up, their instructor is going to single them out and that is not the kind of attention seojun wants. “will you please stop staring at me?” he utters in a hushed whisper, “unless you want to get the both of us kicked out of here.”