#wsmoonsik

[seojinws]

✱    ㅡ   (  @wsmoonsik )

A rare wave of uncertainty washed over Seojin the moment he entered the backstage waiting rooms. The layout was all but built to house idols, specifically those with groups. He had nothing to show for it. Not even his usual back up band, DIM, was able to make the scheduling that day ㅡ or perhaps requested not to tag along. It became obvious that their vibe was different. His former band mates were nothing quite like the bright eyed idols brushing past him on occasion. ( Seojin happened to be the only one who truly could assimilate himself among them, particularly with his newly cut and dyed hair. Add a layer of makeup and he would do just fine. Safe to say he hated that factor. )

He stepped closer to his assigned dressing room, opening it to find his manager sitting on the couch inside. "I'm gonna go mingle." He immediately closed the door, none of the patience for waiting for an answer. His eyes caught the piece of paper placed on the slot in the door. Sen (soloist). He frowned.

With his guitar case still strapped to his back, Seojin continued down the hall, following the sound of jovial laughter and the occasional rambunctious shouting. The sort of siren calls that made him ache for the companionship of a group. He was well-aware it also came with the double-edged sword of "idolhood", something he fled from years ago with the intention of never going back. However, it became increasingly difficult when many of his new acquaintances happened to be idols.

Moonsik included. He recognized that vibrant tuft of red well enough by now. In a different element this time, styled, dressed up for the recordings. Rather jarring in comparison to the typical laid back environment.

"Hey, Moon." Seojin flopped down on the nearest chair, a sigh of relief passing through his lips. "You gone up to perform yet?"

[wskiha]

closed starter for @wsmoonsik

producing has always been something that kiha loved to do even before he decided that singing and performing was also his passion. it's common knowledge for the people who know him that he has dreamed about being a producer more than an idol — and then he found out that performing the songs he made with so much care is also what he wants to do —, that if phoenix doesn't work out in the end or when he's too old to be put on stage then he'll surely still be in the music industry as a producer.

he also knows that being able to produce for phoenix is a luxury that not everyone in the group has so kiha cherishes even more the fact that he's able to put his own colors in phoenix songs as much as he can. but of course that in a group of ten members, he isn't going to be the only one who has some input in the creative process and surprisingly it's not something that kiha minds either. he can even say that he enjoys and likes that they can discuss the songs between the members and get second opinions, to have people to ask about things when he's lost in the studio and things like that.

the same way that he enjoys the fact that he can bond with some of the phoenix members through producing, sometimes not even because they're working seriously in a song — or more like they have full awareness that song is not to very likely to be submitted as a song for their discography — and just enjoy it instead of worrying about if it'll be good enough or phoenix enough for the creative team to accept it. like he's doing now with moonsik and, in this specific case, kiha also gets some free rapping classes even though at this point he knows that he's a hopeless case but he'll do basically anything to make moonsik laugh— so if the cost of it is his own dignity, then so be it.

"i think it'd be more fun if we did the vocals and i did the rap." kiha smiles, already amused just imagining how his rap is going to turn out— awful, but funny. at least funny. "it's a nice change, don't you think?"

[wshyunbin]

stay inside.

at home ft. @wsmoonsik​​ : a closed starter

hyunbin had a problem. well he had a lot of problems (that usually started with a load of self doubt) but one his worst problems was boredom. he hated the months between promotions and schedules where he could do whatever he wanted. any normal twenty one year old would take the opportunity to catch up with friends, play video games, maybe visit family. but hyunbin had never been a normal kid. instead of enjoying the bright summer day, he’d spent most of it asleep or huddle over his laptop working...like he did every day.

by 1pm he finally moved out of his room and onto the couch so he could at least say he wasn’t in bed all day. as soon as he heard someone’s door open and the rusting of feet into their living room, he closed his laptop and stretched like a cat just awoken from a nap. “hyunggggg“ he whined when moonsik made the mistake of walking by a restless hyunbin, “i’m bored” he deadpanned, expecting him to have a magic cure.

[wsyurim]

xoxo, @wsmoonsik

yurim knows that her quiet demeanor is mostly to blame, but she still can never completely understand why the people at yuseong are so adamant on her making new friends. it started back when she was a trainee. whenever someone who was the same age came in, the trainers would try their best to push yurim towards their direction, saying things about how she still needed to make friends despite the competitive nature. it’s not the competitive nature that pushed her away from making friends; it was more like she never felt the need to put it on the top of her priority list. 

moonsik is another one on her list of “staff recommended friend list”, and she could tell they’ve tried many different ways to make it happen. calling them both in for demo recordings, asking the two of them to appear at the building at the same time and so on. well, it’s worked out pretty favorably, and she’s come to learn that he’s a pretty decent person to be around. it’s led to mostly text conversations, however, because of their busy schedules. hence, when she happened to stumble upon him in the company building today, she wasn’t entirely sure how to approach him. 

nevertheless, she’s come to the belief that they’re still friends so she walked towards him with a smile on her face. “hey.” she’s not entirely sure how to start a conversation with him when it’s a face-to-face conversation seeing that this is only their fourth time meeting, but she hopes that all their text messages can translate over to a conversation here and now. “didn’t think i’d see you here. aren’t you busy with phoenix’s comeback?”

[nabiws]

hadn’t it only been a couple of years ago that the two of them were inseparable? back then, subin didn’t think that he’d ever be able to survive without you by his side. did you regularly think about the times that he’d grab onto your hand without any purpose other than to be close to you? no, it was obvious that you had forgotten about those moments long ago. what was the point of it all? who was he supposed to hold onto now?

his eyes stayed narrowed with disdain, but he was unable to look away from you. if things had been different, subin could easily imagine himself running into your arms and pulling you into a tight hug. despite your small stature, he would’ve put all of his weight into the embrace, not caring if it caused you to topple over. instead, here he was, feeling nothing but hatred for his old friend. “how many times are you gonna say that? how many times until you convince yourself that it isn’t a lie?” now he was yelling, not even thinking about the probability of others in the building hearing his words. “stop acting like a little bitch and own up to what you’ve done.” who was he kidding? you weren’t willing to own up to abandoning your only friend, so why was he even bothering?

subin was able to swiftly dodge your punch by simply leaning to the opposite side. was it because he had been in so many physical fights in his younger days, or was it because you were so scrawny and weak? maybe it was a mix of both. “maybe we’re still made for each other then, because you’re looking pretty miserable yourself.” without a second though, he gives your right ankle a quick kick. “limp out of here if you’re not going to apologize for what you did. yeah, maybe I’m a bully, but at least I haven’t convinced myself that I’m completely innocent in everything that I do.”

continued with @wsmoonsik

[wsmiles]

“I’m not feeling quite myself.”

his gaze darts to the other as the words leave from the other's mouth, brows raising in slight concern and he catches himself staring at moonsik for a while before words are able to be formed. "did you eat something weird?" his gaze narrowing in on the other's features, attempting to analyse his expression to find any hints of an illness that had managed to ravage his system.

lets his gaze trail the other's frame, ending at his shoes before averting to his own, legs outstretched as his back leaned up against the wall of the practice room. "... or is it one of those... feelings thing?" he hopes not, he hopes it's not one of those feelings things. he hates talking about feelings and more importantly, he doesn't know how to handle his own let alone someone else's.

"have you tried going for a walk?" he has been told that he helps, although, a run is more useful. nothing beats the feeling of being knocked out cold by the breathlessness you would feel after overworking your lungs and losing your ability to inhale and exhale casually. nothing was like the feeling of tasting blood when you ran far and fast enough that you end up in a different city. "or a run?" he adds.

his gaze moves back to meet with moonsik's own, "do... do you... want to talk about it? or..." he's attempting to be of help, despite the uncertainty he radiates from his voice. "lets start with this, define feeling and define myself."

[wsmoonsik]

solo | goodbye, my angel | wc: 548

dated late 2018

tldr; suji leaves yuseong. moonsik misses his best friend

it took moonsik twenty some odd years to realize that he wasn't good at goodbyes. but, maybe he never had been. it wasn't something that he would actually know. it's hard to lean about goodbye when most people leave before hello. and then the ones who stayed around never had enough impact for him to realize just how heart shattering a goodbye really could be. at first, everything seemed to be happening too fast for him to process. suji had been dropping casual hints about what the future would bring. both of them unsure about the future that the g.ni girls had with yuseong. moonsik didn't let the thought phase him too much. the company would be crazy to let go of talent like her. he was wrong.

it was an early morning when his world came crashing down. silence filling the air over their morning cup of coffee instead of the usual chatter. he stumbled out of the cafe, not long after hearing "i'm going home."

it felt wrong to try to make her stay. and shameful for her to see him cry.

it plays out like a scene from a cliche movie. suji's smiling face in the window of the train as she waves goodbye. he plasters his own smile on, not wanting her her to know how much leaving was going to hurt. "goodbye, angel." he mouths, waving back through the window. its peaceful for a moment, nothing more than a shared gaze as he takes in her face for what he feared to be the last time. "please don't go." he whispered, fighting back tears as the train began to roll away, taking the most important piece of his life along with it. he quickly sidesteps through the crowd, his small self trying as best as he could to keep up alongside her window for as long as he could, reaching out as if to say 'please come back'. but it was too late to make her stay, the realization amplified by the emptiness between his fingers where hers used to frequent. choi moonsik. alone, again. his best friend gone.

it takes an hour for him to gather himself enough to drag himself home, nose snotty and eyes red. people had stared at the strange boy with the strawberry red hair crying in the middle of the station. but appearance was the last thing on his mind in that moment. he makes his way home, opting for the comfort of his bed rather than a studio for one of the first time in his life. all he wants to do is cry. it seemed dramatic, but he felt as if he were losing a piece of himself along with her. 

they had promised to talk every day. but it was far from the same. conflicting schedules and daily banter were hard to keep up with when they were halfway across the country. and moonsik already dreaded the drift that would come with his busying schedule. all he could do was hope for the best. he does his best to wipe his tears and sends her a quick text before settling in to sleep awake the headache he had given himself with his tears.

'call me when you're home! i miss you already, my angel.'

[taejoonws]

CLOSED STARTER for @wsmoonsik ➞ Halloween event.

Yuseong Entertainment’s annual Halloween parties were always an event Taejoon fondly looked forward to. It would give him an excuse to interact with idols within Yuseong that he wouldn’t normally have a chance to see—even if he couldn’t tell who some of them were behind masks and makeup. It also gave him a chance to shamelessly show off what he believed were his incredible costume-making skills ( or rather, his incredible Googling skills, because he surely didn’t sew his costume by hand ). 

The photo booth was one of Taejoon’s first stops of the night, where he took a myriad of goofy photos with another idol with the props provided. Naturally, he wanted to take more photos because he was simply having the time of his life, but a line had started forming behind the booth. After collecting his strands of photos from the machine, he stood up and swung around the edge of the backdrop, nearly colliding with a red blob-type figure.

If he hadn’t seen the figure before him, he would have sent photos and a few drinks flying—in that moment, he was very thankful for his reflexes.

“Shit—sorry! I’m—” He paused, lifting his gaze to the face of the person who stood before him. “Moonsik!!! Dude!!!” Taking a step back, Taejoon studied Moonsik’s costume for a short moment. A loud chuckle spilled from his lips, one hand reaching up to gently pull on the circular symbol at the top of Moonsik’s headpiece. “I legitimately think this is the best costume in the whole room...like it might give some people actual nightmares.”