#wstaebin

[wsjisun]

“I’m in trouble again, aren’t I?”

the question had the woman arching an eyebrow at the trainee, pulling her hand away from his face, clutching a makeup brush. she was trying to fix the smear that was on the soft eyeshadow she had used for him and she gave a small little dismissive shrug. "i don't know, kiddo, do you think you're in trouble?" it was such a sarcastic, motherly response, and she always had a sick enjoyment of responding to questions with a question.

“what do you think you have done to be in trouble?” nevermind that this was his fourth time in her chair in the past two hours. she was used to having idols in her chair repeatedly, they could often be a bit rowdy and playful with the adrenaline and nerves that came with any kind of schedule. “now, if you could hold still, we could do this properly, bud. don’t make me hold your chin like an aggressive granny!” she scolded with a smile, indicating she wasn’t serious about it, just teasing him.

with an arched eyebrow, she leveled a semi-serious gaze on him. "listen, if we get through this, i'll buy you lunch, what do you say? anything you want? fuck your diet, companies are stupid. you can eat whatever you want, on me."

[wsdohee]

xoxo, @wstaebin

having been a trainee for a long time, dohee’s bumped into some former labelmates once she debuted. it wasn’t too surprising seeing that everybody and their childhood friend seems to have dipped their feet into yuseong at one point. add on the fact that she was there for four years and wasn’t afraid of kissing up to their instructors means that there’s a good chance that people remembered her. 

good. that was her plan all along. 

on the downside, that also meant that she was too caught up in her own business to remember everybody that she’s ever trained with. there were way too many trainees in yuseong that have come and go during her time there. she would have to be some kind of photographic genius to remember all of them. 

which is why when she’s approached by someone that claims to have trained with her, she’s taken back. she tries to put a name to the face but she can’t. the face, she vaguely remembers, but she spent even less time with the male trainees than the female ones. it would have been impossible for her to remember all of them. 

“sorry. when did we meet again?” 

[ashws]

Sometimes, his carelessness could be described the familiar idiom of a bull in a china shop. His manager knew better than to let him run around without some supervision. It worsened when he was around his friends because he didn’t know when to stop. He had erratic bouts of energy, but being around his friends was less about having too much energy and more about feeling too comfortable in their presence. 

The private event was the perfect chaotic atmosphere for him to be in his element. His friends from Wishbone Records and Yuseong Entertainment would be in one place and that was too special to not rejoice about when his group arrived to the venue. No one should be shocked if the noraebang station was hogged by his group of friends, or if the stage was taken over by them after the performances had ended. It was rare when he was surrounded by people his age besides the point of the event was to have fun. 

He had visited the non-alcoholic bar far too many times. He had spent most of his time outside with the sun shining on him. The strawberry lemonade drink had been his favorite after his mini-sampling of the drinks. He had never been to a wine tasting, but he could only guess that was the closest experience to it. He spots ( @wstaebin ) from the bar and lifts his hand to wave him over, offering his glass to his friend without apprehension. 

“Here, try this drink.” He instructs with a quick flash of a triumphant grin. “It’s mango punch with pineapple juice and some lime.” Whoever had left the bar unattended probably had not envision that the young man would decide to experiment making mocktails. He had offered his concoction with a few staff who were impressed with the mix despite it being a no-brainer combination. 

Wait— 

Were the staff members just being nice to appease him? His friend would hold the defining opinion. 

“What do you think?”