pretty boy.

S O N G . jo seongmin. 95' liner. rapper-in-training.

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Sitting cross-legged with a cross-hatched, tipsy mind, Hyori watched Seongmin from her place on the bed, weighting her spins by anchoring herself on the bed. Glitter lined her jaw and liquid-gold tequila lingered in her stomach, remnants of a night out that could not be denied or forgotten. She swayed in place, tiny concentric circles that seemed to make concentration – even as one was concentrating on said concentration – that much harder. “Seongmin-ssi,” She (not-)whispered from her bedroom, leaning forward as he started to make their food order over the phone. “Gimbap.” She mouthed in reiteration, gesturing with her hands to further stress the need for gimbap.

She’d already said it twice since he picked up the phone, but who was counting. Not Hyori.

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Seongmin had learned a lot from experience over the years. One, the doors to the recording studio were pull and not push so stop trying to push them open, you idiot. Two, polyphasic sleeping only sufficed for a few days tops and if practiced for too long, will result in you fainting in the hall with a gigantic lump on your head for the next week. And three, a night out with Hyori is best enjoyed when somewhat sober because the hangover that will result if you drink with her will make you want to never live again. Because of several experiences where his head was in the toilet more than his studies, Seongmin only had a couple drinks stirring in his stomach as he held his cellphone in the palm of his hand.

Keeping an eye on his clearly drunk, famous friend as he ordered, he raised a finger to his lips as Hyori mouthed foods at him from her bed. “Shh,” he whispered before speaking again into the phone. “Ye, two orders of jajangmyeon and one order of gimbap please. And to the normal location. Thank you.” Closing his cell, he quickly stuck out his tongue at the girl– far too familiar for what a typical sunbae and hoobae relationship should be. “Ya, Hyori-sunbae, I know our order by heart by now. Trust me.” And if she could see the grin growing on his lips, Seongmin would likely chalk it up to her drunk imaginatio rather than anything else.

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i scream | haneul & song

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seongmin believed in a strong correlation between work and reward... well, not in regards to his work but when he saw it in someone else. when one spent so much time in one place and so much work into one thing, he knew just how much it could hurt them unless given some sort of release. so when he proposed to park haneul that they venture out of the training building for a treat, he wasn’t going to take no as an answer (but he also didn’t sound that creepy either).

haneul was young and new to being a trainee-- at least new by song’s terms, anyone who had been a trainee for less than three years was considered new. he could see her struggles as well as her successes, working hard to perfect her craft like anyone else in this building. but he could see a lot in her; he could see her becoming something big in the future and he wanted to be there to see it happen in first row. all she needed was someone to believe in her and to cheer her on; the least seongmin could do was to be that person.

from his own personal experience, ice cream healed all wrongs and all pain no matter what. through many a bout of self-hatred or personal woes, ice cream had always been there. he only felt it right to introduce it as haneul’s new support system as well. as the doors of the training building slid open, seongmin lent haneul a supportive smile, “c’mon, everything will be fine. you deserve to take a little trip off the reserve every once and a while.”

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#wyd | mina & song

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when seongmin had been younger and more naive, he dreamed of the day that he graduated from high school so he could spend the mornings out of school and in his bunk bed, catching extra hours of sleep that he’d been unable to receive prior. if only he’d known that he’s be waking up even earlier and going to sleep even later to fit extra training sessions in or to work in the studio for just a couple hours longer. all morning, he’d been wracking his brain with english, his biggest weakness at the moment. his mind was a muddled mess of english and korean that his head was spinning round and round until it landed on thoughts of lunch.

and who he might spend it with.

( sent to: mina ) how has your morning been? ( sent to: mina ) shall we have lunch? ( sent to: mina ) if you want to, of course, i don’t want to be a burden on your schedule

he mentally slapped himself for being such an idiot, sending the texts before he had a moment to stop himself. one text became two and then three, trying to explain himself. for some reason, mina got his tongue more tangled up in two minutes than two hours of english. to think that so many pages of his journal’s lyrics were dedicated to her but he couldn’t compose three texts without wanting to smack himself. he sighed to himself for a moment before taking the elevator down to the cafeteria. 

( sent to: mina ) i’ll be in the training cafeteria if you decide to come but if not, no worries :)

he was going to drown himself in his jjajangmyeon.

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“destiny” -- 2016/31/5

-- f i v e years. some days feel like i’ve always been here.

seongmin’s sharp scrawl bit into the rough paper of his journal, a consistent gift from his mother as a way to show her support. between pages full of cute doodling and random lyrics that popped into mind, he wrote-- like any journal was typically used for. to no one in general but just to have a source of release if he couldn’t let it out in music for everyone to listen to. struggles, feelings, insecurities-- all written in between the bindings of a small journal.

it’s hard to believe that just five years ago--years of an infant--i had given up on ever being where i am now. five years ago, trading in my dream for one that wasn’t mine. in all years prior, i had believed that this was my destiny, to perform the music that pounded in my ears like another heart beating alongside mine. but countless years of trying, a thousand doors slammed in my face, and so many cries of laughter at the thought of being a rapper--and that destiny died.

it was a smaller company, not well known but anything would do for seongmin at this point. before, he hadn’t even thought of auditioning for them but his mother spoke in a low tone at his complaints: beggars can’t be choosers. he’d wilted like flower without water and picked up his pride to practice before going.

“is this a joke?” seongmin’s head had snapped up faster than ever before when the judge interjected.

“excuse me?”

“you--jo seongmin-- you want to be a rapper?”

“y-yes, i do.” he couldn’t stop himself from stuttering and he hated himself for it, showing weakness in front of his critics like a little boy.

the man had chuckled. “allow me to give you some advice. give up. you are not made for this world--not that of music and especially not that of rap.”

and now i am living in the dreams of my younger self-- ones that had been burnt before i came back to pick up the ashes. is it my destiny to be here? have these last five years been a waste of time, a false hope to relive that burnt dream? how many people have been where i have? chasing after some sort of false destiny that doesn’t turn out like what they’d hoped-- is that where i’m going to end up?

with a sigh, he let the pen slip from his fingers, hitting against the journal’s page with a dull thump. drawing back, seongmin could feel thoughts of uncertainty spiraling in his mind. and yet, simultaneously, thoughts of possibilities--of debuting and being by a group’s side--of destiny. and how that would make it all worth it.

closing his journal, seongmin pushed it away for a moment before grabbing it to leave the empty room. he’d save thoughts like these to keep him awake tonight but no earlier.

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just a short notification that i have updated my plot page here so now it’s not as sad as it was yesterday lol. feel free to message me about any of them/any ideas you have!

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an ooc introduction!

hello, hello! sorry for a late introduction but i’m megan, the mun for seongmin/song!! i’m so excited to interact with all of you and spread this lil nerd around the dash! i have a plot page which is still in progress but i didn’t want to postpone this intro by another day so here it is in all its unfinished glory!!

anyways, i can’t wait to rp with all of y'all and i would like to thank you all for your warm welcomes! i’d also love to plot with all of you if possible even if my plot page isn’t complete yet~~~!

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