OH, SWEET GOD.

𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈'𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄.   𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗁𝖺𝗇 ☆ 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗍.

[wsrohan]

hey everyone! it’s clementine (she/they, +18) with cha rohan <3 links are provided below, along with the rest of his info under the cut. feel free shoot an im over to get things rolling or give this post a heart and i’ll roll over to you!

prof.   /   plots.  /  career.

trigger warning: none of these topics will be discussed in detail, but mentions of death and car accident will be present. please consider this your tw before reading the contents below!

letchugooo! alrighty, lemme give a brief rundown on rohan and his family past/dynamics before jumping into how he got his foot into the entertainment industry. :]

mama yi (never got married, didn’t believe in that shit) and (deadbeat) papa cha were former highschool sweethearts that rekindled their flame exactly a year after graduating. they met, were by their lonesome for some years, before rohan is born into their world. they live fairly mundane lives - mama yi has been saving up to finally study to become a nurse by juggling two jobs and papa cha had decided to finish college (he dropped out of community college midway). the neighbors all dote on baby rohan and a village really raises him. while his parents are busy, the neighbors offer to keep him for the day or sometimes take him on adventures. whether it be daytime seaside trips or going to the markets for a day, rohan is extremely well-taken care of and loved by the people around him. wanting some sort of structure for her son, he joins a dance academy at the age of three after playing baduk and learning to swim are a no-go. he’s good, and it’s evident as he slowly starts to blossom into an ace.

on his sixth birthday, papa cha leaves under the guise of grabbing cake candles for rohan and never returns. three suddenly became two, and sometimes the number would bump back up whenever his mother’s boyfriends would stick around for an extra couple of months. it’s not until she finds “the one” - a friend of a close senior at her medical school. he’s young but solidified in his career as a researcher turned medical expert, and provides a lot of gentleness and stability to rohan and mama yi’s lives. after graduating, he takes a pause of his career when rohan’s little sister is born, and the new found family decided to move to a beach town in new zealand. 

rohan moves to another dance academy, one in the next city over, and their lives are smooth. it’s slow but steady. his sister grows up well, his parents enjoy their newfound freedom, and it couldn’t get any better for rohan. they stay in akaroa for years until his father gets a job offer - a teaching job at snu’s college of medicine, and the family decide to move back to south korea. new zealand has, and ends up always being, rohan’s home. but something felt different, and he knew it the minute the plane landed. the family continues to thrive - he returns back to his former dance academy, his mother finally finishes her residency and becomes a nurse at a nearby hospital, his father’s teaching job goes hand in hand with his expertise, and his little sister continues to grow well. the same neighbors that doted on rohan growing up turn to take care of her, and it’s still smooth. life was really, really good. at the academy, rohan begins receving dozens and dozens of lovecalls early on. he throws all of them out though, being a public figure is not something he cares for (yet).

( trigger warning start ) on her way back from home one night, his mom ends up in a freak car accident. the fact it was an accident is the only thing that really saves rohan - but it made him turn away from the world, a lot. his father does his best to make sure both kids are taken care of, that he doesn’t lose nurturing them over his own grief. the family heals together, but it’s not a pain that goes away. rohan’s mother was the central role in the home, an irreplaceable glue that held them all together and steady. her loss was greatly felt, and all the neighbors pulled in their weight in taking care of the kids. ( trigger warning end )

so, rohan puts everything into dance. literally everything. every emotion he couldn’t understand or say out loud he put it into his movements, opting for songs that were eerily heartbreaking and choreo that was earth-shattering and, well, sad. it’s his way to cope and an outlet for everything he kept in his head to escape. every time he finishes a routine, rohan can breathe. his father gently urges him to continue what he loves to do, and rohan decides to accept the next offer he receives from a company. a scout from yuseong entertainment approaches rohan while he’s out with his little sister at the mall, and he joins as a trainee some time later.

he joins the company in the spring of 2010 and begins to make a name for himself soon enough. his skillsets are almost second to none, rohan ranks number one (rap, vocal, dance) time and time again for the monthly evals. he earns himself the nickname ‘yuseong’s legendary trainee’, and the eight years he stays within the company finally seem to amount to something: their next boy group. when talks of the survival show start swarming among the trainees, it felt like a no brainer rohan would be included in their lineup. he pictures himself on stage with stranger and familiar faces in a group and the prospect of his dream coming true is too good to be true. but as the names get picked out, rohan’s never does. the loss is so devastating - too devastating - and rohan feels overwhelmed, to say the least. eight years. eight years of his youth. eight years of missing his sister’s birthday and not being able to come home for dinner and watching his friends grow up. eight years of blood, sweat, and tears, in the desperate hope he can be like his mother - that he can chase the things he wanted as ferociously as she did. eight years of hoping to make her proud, down the drain. eight years of life, gone in a flash. he leaves yuseong entertainment after the show comes to an end.

so what the heck does rohan do now??? open a soundcloud, of course! he started creating music through lessons as a trainee and finally completed some projects he had lying around. he grows a following and his departure, as well as his sound, catches wishbone’s attention. they’re soon at his door, offering an exclusive contract. another hurdle: rohan trained to be a part of group. his position could be debated, but it was always part of a group. he was shaped to be a part of something and not be alone, so he takes some time on the offer. wishbone assures him he’s got what it takes, and he debuts in the spring of 2019 with “bonnie and clyde” (aka one of the best solo debuts ever 😮‍💨). and as always, mama yi was right. she always said things would work out and life was never that bad. it’s like she knew rohan needed those words all along, and he became living proof of her words.

if you’re a rohan stan, you’re a ‘hannie’ or a ‘roro’. i don’t make the rules. as an artist, he’s definitely already made a statement through his sound of having the ability to be versatile and diverse. retains the all-rounded nature he formed as a trainee. most of his songs are vocal-centered or rap-centered, and he’s able to move through concepts extremely well while still retaining the ‘rohan sound’ fans of his have grown to love. definitely slow and meticulous as fuck with his process - very frank ocean, dean and lorde like in that aspect. (rohan stans can still be found crying for an ep and album as we speak) a perfectionist with his craft because he cherishes and loves music so much - so it’s important he loves what he creates to translate that to his fans. that’s why he’s only released singles so far, slowly, and always teasing that an album is always in the works. he just doesn’t know when it will be done. as his songs have little to no choreo, dancing has once become a hobby for rohan again. which he enjoys, honestly. he typically releases dance covers through social media or has dance jams on vlive/insta live. he has a handful of interviews and prefers radio shows if he has to do any of them - mainly because he doesn’t care for variety shows and the likes that most idols do. pretty glad he doesn’t have to do aegyo or do a cartwheel or whatever the fuck! huge fan of magazine shoots and cfs, however. hopes to start producing and songwriting for other groups/soloists soon. plans to make his acting debut as well.

rohan is a pretty laidback and chill person, definitely easygoing and goes with the flow of life. not a pushover or someone he allows to be walked over, strict with his boundaries and preferences. can be weirdly energetic and hype with his besties, and loves doing spontaneous shit. pretty approachable if he didn’t have a rbf half the time, as well as being covered up with tattoos. a workaholic by nature so he’s really always at his studio or being a homebody with his children, cha podo (doggo) and cha sagwa (catto). frequents parties here and there, probably leaves early too. super into snacks and if you get him his favorites, he will be forever in your debt. hangs out with his baby sister a lot (sohn stela, hs senior/bluem and dandelion lover & the popular girl of her school, we have to stan), who is so tired of her big brother like don’t you have A JOB. a FRIEND. a LIFE even. so someone save her from his misery and take him out. anywhere, pls. he’s home too often it’s concerning. idk he’s pretty cool, the embodiment of the 😎 and 😴 emoji, you know the vibes, and is sailing through life rather content now! :]

[wsrohan]

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  working with people of his past had typically always been a solo adventure for cha rohan. that is - he chose to intertwine faded memories and little details about those in his life (from the past or the present) in most of his songs. one single dedicated entirely towards his mother - a few others embedded with complications of his love life. but this was new territory for the wishbone soloist - of actually working on something together, with someone. a someone he could remember just as easily as he could remember his long years under yuseong.

              despite the different lifepaths he and moonsik took - the strength of their bond was evident regardless of that, and creating something entirely between themselves was a plan they’d make happen no matter what - even if rohan didn’t end up debuting under the different company. it works out in his favor in other ways, too. a sudden hit of a creative block in regards to his album had rohan wanting to venture out into something completely new, and starting off the first feature of his career with moonsik was more than a welcome adventure.

                rohan’s phone buzzes as he finishes up cleaning up his studio - throwing out old foam cups and takeout boxes from the daily nights he would spend in his cave. the solo artist hastily clicks the green button, and lets it sit between his right cheek and shoulder. “hey, are you out by the building? i’ll come get you.” the boy almost rushes out - a new kind of excitement buzzing throughout him. he keeps the line with moonsik open as rohan cruises through the wishbone building. “did you eat anything yet? we can order something before we start,”

[wsrohan]

tangled roots,

the family tree of cha rohan.   //   dated:  ??. ??, ???  //   wc:   680.

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  who are rohan’s parents?

                his birth mother is yi nabi and his birth father is cha romin. rohan’s parents met in high school and were involved with each other ever since - with a few breaks in between their relationship, they’ve basically been together since they were teenagers. they were in the same home classroom and met through mutual friends before dating. after a few uneventful relationships, nabi met her future husband sohn carter during school. he was a friend of a close sunbae of hers, and eventually went on a blind date where they were attached at the hip since. sohn carter is korean-american (with a korean father/white mother). yi nabi highly resembles actress/model honey lee and cha romin highly resembles actor lee sangyoon.

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  what did rohan’s parents do?

              his maternal grandmother was a nurse for the korean armed forces - and the idea of working in medicine/health and becoming a nurse was something yi nabi always planned to accomplish. her journey through academics in receiving her degrees and certifications until her completion in becoming a nurse was difficult than others - she had little to no financial support from her family, she had a child young, and juggled multiple jobs to save up for school. his father worked odd jobs here and there, holding some for solid years and others for a handful of months. romin never had any major plans - but did end up pursuing college and enrolled into a community college. he dropped out briefly before enrolling and completing his education. sohn carter is a highly dignified member of the medical health community. he is currently a senior professor at the college of medicine (seoul national university) and specializes in neurology and neuroscience. he is a sought out after expert in his field and is often serving as an expert during criminal/civil court cases and travels around for work often during his teaching gaps.

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  does rohan have any siblings?

                after marrying carter, the family moved to akaroa (new zealand). rohan’s younger sister was less than a year old during this transition, when his stepfather took a break from work to live a more relaxing life with his children and wife. sohn stela was born in seoul on july 18th, 2005. she’s named after her paternal aunt, rohan’s stepfather’s youngest sister. she is the only child between carter and nabi, and nabi’s second child after rohan. stela has always been the apple of the family’s eye - typically stealing the center of attention and always being the reason behind their laughter. as of now, she is a high school student at yongsan international school of seoul, a private school. she is a cheerleader and dubbed ‘the popular girl’ of her school. she has been casted outside of her school but declined to move further in the idol process as she’s not interested in music as a career. stela ults dandelion and blue.m, and is an avid watcher of select!. some notable physical characteristics about stela is her ginger hair (from her paternal grandmother) and the same hazel eyes her father has. 

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  what’s rohan’s favorite memory of/with his family?

                  the time back in akaroa is a constant favorite for rohan, and a time he thinks about a lot. days were peaceful and tranquil, mundane and easy, yet never boring nor dull. his parents had a way of pulling the kids out for a spontaneous roadtrip or spending an entire summer at the sharehouse near the water whenever they were starting to get a little tired. all members of the family had some sort of routine they could stick to individually, but they would come together for things like vacations, camping, or just going to the movies and visiting museums. one in particular was rohan’s ninth birthday - where his present was a giant trex figure (he was going through his dinosaur phase at the time) and as a surprise, his family took him out on a trip to raetihi to go to the dinosaur house museum. overall, the coziness, support, and endless love that his family showered him with were his favorite memories of them - and any time they were all together is his most beloved memory.

[kimtaegis]

fluff, pixels on screen, 540x650

(cr. namuspromised)

[wsrohan]

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  a look of approval coats rohan’s features, giving a slight nod in agreement with seojin’s choice. “it’ll look really sick there,” he says, perhaps partly from his own experience with an entire arm licked with black ink. what was supposed to be only three tattoos (one for his mother, one for his little sister, and one for his stepfather) grew into five and fifteen quite rapidly. there’s no regret though, and if anything, there’s a constant itch within cha rohan to get even more. a knowing smile grows on his features, “uh huh. i get it, stela made me get her eyeball. literally one eyeball.” the artist twists his forearm and uses a finger to tap on the hazel pupil - the same kind his stepfather had. 

            a fake pout forms on his features, “i’m kind of upset it didn’t happen. let’s hope she picks that next time,” a playful smirk etches on his features. “even better - imagine she chooses winnie the pooh? like, honeypot on his belly and everything?” devious delight trickles over his eyes at the mere thought of it. rohan’s ears perk up at the sound, turning his head to face the artist beckoning the pair of soloists back into their abode. each tattoo shop felt different - even as far as the air itself. rohan’s smirk grows wider at the comment from seojin’s friend, and he rises quickly to follow the other behind. “what made you want to get a tattoo this time, anyways? just for the fuck of it? or did you really want this piece?” the wishbone artist asks curiously, eyes gazing around the shop.

[wsrohan]

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  cha rohan exits the interior of his home and slides the door shut behind him, fingers interlocked around the stem of two wine glasses. the boy sets them down momentarily on the table before turning to his attention to rieon’s figure pressed against the edge, moving beside her. gangbuk-gu was a sight to behold overall - but something about the mountainous region of south korea during the late evening made it much more beautiful. the solo artist takes a sharp inhale of crisp air, something he lost the minute he stepped his foot back into the city. the breeze is much cooler now as it kisses him, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake on rohan’s exposed skin. he doesn’t mind it much, though. rohan stretches an arm out - snaking it once again around rieon’s shoulders, a slight tug to pull her into his side.

            “warm?” he calmly inquires the girl on his arm, diverting his eyes away from the starlike lights sprinkled over the downtown area just beyond them. instead, they settle onto the trainee’s face and a dreamy glint washes over his chestnut pupils, “you look incredible, by the way. i don’t think i’ve said it enough,” his voice leaks of something syrupy and sinisterlike, but the prospect of sinful intentions existing in cha rohan’s mind are gone in a blink of an eye, at the upward ache of a boyish smirk. “and i think i’m starting to stare too much.” his laugh is delicate and airy, melting away as rohan shakes his head lightly. he pulls away for a moment - twisting back around to face the table with the glasses and wine bottle. the soloist twists off the cork with ease, allowing the sound of gurgling wine to encompass around them as it spilled into the glass. he plucks up both of them, handing one back to rieon and reserving the other for himself.

            rohan rests the base of the glass on the ledge - using a free hand to tuck away strands of her dark locks behind her ear. “what should we toast to?” 

[wsrohan]

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *   “right, yeah. i don’t know how some of these idols do it,” rohan admits - taking a brief glance to the artists they worked with in passing. “back to back choreo and singing seems intense.” there’s a side of rohan that’s pleased with the route he’s taken, but perhaps the biggest was events like this. he could take it much more easier than members of a group. “it’s been good,” the boy smiles. “nothing too crazy - not really my scene though. i might leave early.” rohan could hear his manager in his ear about spending more time at formal events like this longer, but the comfort of his bed was far more hypnotizing.

            “oh, thank you. which stage was your favorite?” he asks. small talk came easy to rohan, but it was still awkward with newer faces. especially a new face that he had been working years alongside with under the same company. “i know, right? especially since we literally work together.” he scratches the back of his head, laughing lightly. “i really liked your latest release, by the way. do you have plans to release more music stuff soon, or venture off into other things?”

[wsrohan]

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  he’s happy at where he’s at right now. not entirely satisfied nor completely pleased (forever the perfectionist), but he’s happy. the release of his most recent single goes well, the commitment to appearing as a vocal mentor is finalized, and cha rohan finally feels like he can breathe a bit. the progress of his album was smooth and steady - and he’s actually been happy with the current changes he’s made to the tracklist. everything felt all too right, more the reason to succumb to the spring festivities - but he’s still stuck on the prospect of leaving early, curling up on his corduroy sofa, and forgetting the world a little. instead, he picks up another cup of juice and traces the brim of plastic with his thumb, eyeing the partygoers.

              rohan spots the blonde too easily. her face is etched into the deepest parts of his brains. the arch of her brows, the button of her nose, the shape of her mouth. she looks different this time around - the yoo aera that cha rohan remembers had hair dark as night and always stood several inches shorter than her. while the latter changed only slightly, the former took his breath away. it’s odd really - becoming hyperaware of everything once he catches a glimpse of her. it’s something he has to live with, the loss of a once in a lifetime friendship. the sacrifices of chasing his dreams was always on rohan’s mind - and the one that took the form of aera remained the most painful of them all.

                clover’s performance was mystifying, to say the least. he remembered watching parts of aera’s routine for monthly evals and practicing a paired choreo with her for fun, but he knows right now (just as he knew back then) that she shined the brightest on stage. it’s so different to see her be where she was always supposed to - whether it was in another group or not, yoo aera was born to be a performer. rohan thinks this moment would occur under different circumstances, one where he could openly congratulate her and tell her how much she deserves this, how the years she spent with yuseong were never in vain. most of all, rohan would have wanted to tell her he’s so proud of her for pushing on, when so many - like him - got up and left. instead, he watched the stage from afar, keeping the truth in his heart.

                  this night was many things, and rohan quickly decides to take advantage of the spontaneous feeling boiling under his skin. “aera, hi,” the soloist says, a small smile on his features. “i just wanted to say your stage was great.” that same tension that choked him during their previous conversation at the studio was threatening to do the same thing again, but rohan speaks before its too late. “having fun?” his head lightly nods out towards the general crowd of the party - “i’m still debating on leaving early or not.” 

[wsrohan]

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  the sight of haneul always bubbles up memories from the past for rohan - simpler times when he was fully riding on the hope of debuting under yuseong. there was never any second thought of not debuting - especially alongside the likes of haneul - and it’s in fleeting moments that he feels the burden of expectations forged eight years ago. though, he’s more than happy that things worked out in the end for them. one way or another, their dreamy goals of ending up on a stage together was somewhat plausible during music or award shows. it’s the closest thing the solo artist thinks he’ll get - and he takes it.

              an exasperated expression unravels on rohan’s face - “yah, seo haneul!” and the way he says the other’s name reminds him of midnights wandering around the hallways after practice with blue.m’s leader. “wait until you feel better. seriously, i’m going to give you a forehead flick that’ll send you to straight to mars.” the brows that were momentarily knit together relax and rohan sports an easy smile instead, the bickering between them an all too familiar sight to see. “are you confessing to me? i didn’t think i was your type,” the boy smirks. but haneul’s sentiments rang true for rohan as well - most of their schedules wedged a space between their typical time out and about, but no amount of tiredness could steer him away if han called for him.

              wrinkles appear on his forehead. “it is not a cave - you haven’t even visited recently!” which wasn’t entirely true, either. han was free to linger around his studio at any given time, and the duo often killed time together in the space. “it’s not a bad place to start, it seriously comes easier to me than songmaking at times.” the after effects of spending years and years in a dance academy was evident in rohan’s movement. “oooh, like a song dedicated just to you?” rohan can’t help but laugh. most of his music involved references to some people in his life, small bits and pieces scattered throughout his discography. “what should i name it? the sky, my love?”

[wsrohan]

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  the unfolding night greets cha rohan in various ways - in the form of trays of party snacks, the flood of artists entering and exiting the room, and the scent of blooming flora in the air. it’s not his typical scene, one that’s often more quiet and laidback and almost always involving being in his studio. there’s an array of different faces swirling around rohan’s figure, clasping their eager hands around a drink or mingling with musicians outside the roster of their home companies. it’s an opportunity to see everyone rohan works with and alongside, in one way or another, and it’s not an opportunity often handed to them.

            he doesn’t fight the initial feeling of wanting to leave early, instead floating around one edge of the room to another. he eases his way through several crowds - stopping for a brief conversation with an old face or being introduced to someone new. cha rohan doesn’t want to think too much of the party, with the gnawing feeling he’d ruin his night more if he did so. the boy decides for a change in scenery, stepping out into the patio. the breeze delicately coats the exposed parts of his skin - a casual yet sleek suit clinging onto his body. the music dies out the closer he edges out, and a serene feeling slips inside rohan.

            the springtime was complicated - something about the renewal of the trees brought out a sadness about them, too. he’s gotten used to the fluttering snow and the eerie cold, but the sun welcomes cha rohan into its embrace once more - and this time he doesn’t fight it; instead he sinks into the warmth. it’s an excuse to get out into the world, to see the animals come back, to see his own reflection in a puddle. the longer he lets his eyes scan around, taking in the ambiance and the people, that same sadness lingers only in passing within rohan’s chest. how could it not? for spring to come back, winter must return. 

            “eunha?” the familiar name lulls off the back of his throat, torso twisting as he faces a face he has known forever. at least it seemed that way - meeting the other after his return to south korea at his old dance academy. that seemed like forever ago - a simpler time when rohan was young and full of hope, when the light at the end of the tunnel was so bright, when his mother was still here. something bubbles in his chest as he spots jeon eunha - a silhouette that triggers a wave of nostalgia. she reminds him of a time that is lost on rohan, sacrificed youth. memories flash inside his head - fleeting moments of dancing together, meeting up at the hospital his mother worked at, the sour end of their relationship during his first few years as a trainee.

            but he still sees her in the same light, one that is ethereal and airy and filled to the brim with nostalgia. the sirens of reality blare in his mind, because he knows the dangers of trespassing into waters he once swam in - but he can’t hear it anymore, it dies out just like the music had once he spots the shiny glint in her eyes, the smile that once so harshly tugged at his heart, the feeling of her arms weighted around his body. it’s almost instant - too instant - how his own arms wrap around her gently. cha rohan has done it before, in an empty practice room, at the end of a hospital hallway, after sealing a kiss. “do you really think i can ignore you after how loud you said my name?” 

            the boy teases, loosening an arm around her to poke her forehead. “i can hear you across the han river,” a part of him is entirely too pleased he decided to stay a little longer. “what are you doing here? shouldn’t a rookie group be practicing right now?” a smirk grows on his face. “congratulations, by the way. i wanted to ask you for dinner - but figured you’d be busy around then.” rohan admits.  

[jiniekook]

dream boy

[wsrohan]

let’s go back home,

rohan’s management team inform him of a new opportunity.   //   dated:  mar. 18, 2022  //   wc:   696.

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  the words spoken from his management settle into the air, filling up the small spaces of the preoccupied wishbone room. two weeks ago, staff from the higher ups booked a meeting with the artist and his team. rohan doesn’t think too much of it - perhaps a gentle push on the progress of his album, or even getting into talks about auditioning for roles now. cha rohan thinks of absolutely everything but this. and as soon as it settles into the air, he feels the weight on his shoulders increase. “there’s an offer of you appearing as a vocal mentor on the newest select season, if you want it,” they begin. rohan hears a little bit of what they say - that another wishbone artist might appear, that filming will start in the coming months, that this will help boost his popularity and steer his career in a fresh direction.

            all cha rohan thinks about is that he’s been here before. many, many moons ago at this point, but he’s been here. except, he was on the other side. one of many contenders to snag a spot on the survival show that produced phoenix - and the thought of it sends a chill down his spine. rohan becomes still as the conversation drags on, with light nods and brief words of agreement. he’s given a chance - the ability to say no, but he does something he never thought of: rohan agrees. it happens instantly and stems from his time at yuseong, he knows this. the meeting ends not very long after, and rohan excuses himself back to the studio instead of joining them for dinner.

              instead, he walks out the door and down random streets. the roads lead him this way and that way, eventually to a small park that looked abandoned for the night. warmth brushes him as each breeze pushes onto his skin - and rohan sinks into an empty bench. his back relaxes into the cold metal, legs sprawled out in front of him, arms crossed over his broad chest as he simply gazes into the night sky. a handful of stars twinkled but most of them died out. cha rohan can’t help but wonder if he looked like one of those stars to yuseong’s mentors - too bright he looks dim far away. perhaps that’s why he’s not chosen, a topic that forever nitpicks at his mind (despite him moving on from it. sort of.) as he chews the inside of his cheek. 

                how was he supposed to do this? a scoff emits from his mouth. rohan is good at working with others - he knows what to say and what to do and when to do it. but mentoring trainees? on a survival show? broadcasted on national television? rohan lets a groan out, shutting his eyes for a second. he can’t help but think of his own trainee years, and all of the people who helped him. vocal teachers that gave him detailed feedback, staff sneaking in snacks after high praise with evals, the pure hope and encouragement in their eyes that they can see cha rohan bloom under yuseong ent. though it doesn’t work out for him - there is no bitterness. there would be no ‘yuseong’s legendary trainee’ without them.

                  and maybe that’s what rohan could do. be helpful and supportive - despite the guilt pooling in his chest (’what if they don’t debut because of me?’) over the prospects of potentially being responsible for their futures. rohan sighs. he tries not to think of it that way - because he’s not the sole bearer of that role, there would be others along the ride with him, too. but he can do something, at least. a small word of support or providing one on one feedback, he makes up his mind and begins a plan to out his approach to being a mentor. in the mean time, cha rohan sinks further into the bench and stares at the sky - even the farthest stars still shine.

[wsnewspot]

Wishbone Records and Yuseong Entertainment have begun revealing the guests that will be making long term appearances on the second season of Select!, a competition show where 84 hopeful male trainees will be competing to make it into a group in the end. 

Soloists Cha Rohan, a multi-talented artist with a mysterious aura, and Sen (Park Seojin), who made an appearance last season with his production of Fly High, will be taken on to assist with vocal mentoring to help the contestants improve their singing skills behind the scenes and as judges. 

Additionally, Ladybug’s bubbly maknae and dancer, N.Chae (Noh Chaeeun), will be the official special MC for the show that will introduce the episodes, stages, and missions for the contestants.

Select! season two will be airing its official episode 0 introducing the trainees on June 1st. Filming for the official first episode begins May 30th, and it will air every Saturday starting June 4th.

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[ㅇㅇ] wow cool chaennie… i’m so jealous those guys get to see her in person TT [ㅇㅇ] If any of them try to talk to nchae, I’ll literally riot [ㅇㅇ] why is rohan going on this? shouldn’t this mans be finally working on a full album? [ㅇㅇ] nice!!! finally rohan goes on a show. im curious to finally see what his personality is like! [ㅇㅇ] OK get a nobody to be freaking *mentors* then I guess lmaoo         > [ㅇㅇ] i mean they’re more popular than you so [ㅇㅇ] sen?? i guess he wont be making a song this season but will still manage to be mean to the trainees ~_~ [ㅇㅇ] I heard Sen’s been doing vocal coaching for a while? I hope that’s true.

[wsrohan]

[𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃_𝟎𝟏]   —  a brief glimpse into cha rohan’s home.

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  rohan moved into his own space a few months in debuting under wishbone - a penthouse apartment nestled in the small suburban area of gangbuk-gu that is surrounded by mountainous bukhansan. it’s a gift from his father for accomplishing his dreams, and a formal entrance into adulthood. his home is about an hour or so drive away from his studio at wishbone records, and the commute tends to be relaxing until he hits the inner parts of the city. 

           to play on the greenery that surrounds him, upon entrance, rohan’s home is filled with all sorts of green plants. some hang from the ceiling or sides of the walls, while others are potted on stunted plant chairs or directly on the ground. some are clumped together in mini forest bouquets while others are sparse and fall to the side like hair. most of his home is is centered around these colors - notably off cream, with an earth and neutral toned palette. the color of the walls tend to be warmer, with a few taking on a cooler tone. 

           his room is rather simple - still filled with plants, but considerably minimalistic and tidy. it’s almost like he’s never home, but there’s an ambiance of coziness that’s hard to miss and it’s easy to tell he’s lived into the room (with a half empty cup of juice on the nightstand, a stack of unread books on the edge of his vanity, and a bowl of cherry seeds next to a monstera) for some time now. there were originally small futons for podo and sagwa, but it’s been since removed as they just climb into bed with him at some point in the night. 

           rohan prefers the waters from the ocean, so he converted the small jacuzzi on the end on his balcony into a pond. the balcony itself is covered with greenery - full of arches that were paired together to mimic pergolas / azuyama gazebo covered with ivies. it oversees the more city bits of the town. they over hang a space with loveseats and a small portable fire pit in the middle, and large greens that provide privacy from the corners (despite his apartment being on one of the higher levels) surround them from the behind and sides. the pond itself is home to a few creatures (although rohan wants more, he’ll have to resist for the sake of how long it takes to clean) notably a turtle and three young koi. 

           his home is known for being a calm space, from the shrubbery to the surrounding trees and hills around them, to the light bouncing on the walls and the sound of the water gurgling from the terrace. the light fixtures are warmer toned but rohan tends to leave candles on as a replacement most days. each room is littered with plants (still neatly, somehow) with the windows pushed open. he’s not around much - typically spending more time in his studio than home, but he’s extremely grateful for the gap he has between work and home, as well as a place to sink away from the world. 

[wsrohan]

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  hi everyone! i hope you’re doing well! i’m slowly but surely working through my ims and replies, and i appreciate everyone’s patience with me.  <3 without further ado, consider this a plot call for cha rohan! rohan is going to appear as a vocal mentor on season two of select! under the cut you’ll find out his ~vibes~ and overall approach as a judge. if you’d like to specifically plot out for the show, feel free to reach out or like this post and i’ll message you as soon as possible! 

internally, rohan will be a little stressed out about the ordeal at first. he’s not the biggest fan of appearing on shows - especially for a fixed long term, and especially with something that takes up more time for him than working on his album. but it’s a good thing (at least that’s what the higher ups and his manager said) for him to get out and try something new - but most importantly, to gain more publicity / popularity by appearing on it. on the other hand, he also feels a bit !?! being on a survival show because it’s so reminiscent of his past at yuseong and the almost of getting into phoenix. so it’s a double wammy of weird feelings! being on the opposite end, however, is some slight relief. 

he’s been in the same shoes as these trainees - so he gets it. his approach to being a mentor is definitely on the spectrum of being more kinder / approachable, in general not as stiff or rude. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t see things with bias, he is rather unbiased and hands out critics / compliments with ease. he also is not someone who would sugarcoat things. but what makes him more approachable and nice about it is what he does after - offering one on one lessons, giving sound and detailed advice on how to address weaknesses or how to avoid small mistakes on stage, or spoiling them a bit with snacks and food. the journey is getting there is not easy, so he rather be someone the trainees feel comfortable in asking things for than being someone they wish to avoid when they cameras are on / off. 

i don’t have any specific plots, as i think it may be better to brainstorm on my end for rohan. however, i love hearing about your plots so if you do have a list or any ideas - please feel free to let me know! <3 

but, i do have one random thing?? his sister is a huge bg fan - and she keeps up with the select! seasons regularly. maybe your muse is the trainee that’s caught her eye this season?? and she keeps bugging rohan to call her so she can say hi to them. truly a y/n moment! 

[wsrohan]

the daisy,

the creative inspiration behind illa illa.   //   dated:  jan. 4, 2020  //   wc:   682.

trigger warning: none of these topics will be discussed in detail, moreso abstractly and vaguely referred to, but mentions of death will be present. please consider this your tw before reading the contents below!

˚ ｡ ° ˖ *  it’s something he’s been expecting to do since his debut. it doesn’t come right away - and it’s not something rohan plans to release later on his career either. a homage to his mother was readily going to occur, but it’s a process that starts off on rocky roads. at first, he simply writes away whatever is in his head. as usual, he scraps away and rewrites lines here and there, only leaving bits of the original work behind after his pen rests down next to the paper. rohan is never too happy with what he works on right away - and this was something that had to be something he’s proud of. not necessarily perfect, a stark difference from his usual expectation when he’s working, but anything he’d be happy while writing. this, however, was not working out in his favor.

           it’s midnight and the wishbone building is almost empty - with a few artists preoccupying the practice rooms or tucked in away at the ends of the corridors, in the comfort of their own studios. the familiar faces of the cleanup crew that rohan has become so familiar with trickle in, and the night slips into a new day. cha rohan sighs, sinking into his chair and stretching out his back. a yawn follows suit after - and he tries his best to rub away the tiredness sticking to his eyes. the lights are all turned off and the ambiance of the studio is relaxing, with a few mint candles lit up and the neon sign buzzing above his computer screens. a single framed photo rests next to the main screen. rohan hasn’t looked at it in a while. 

            delicate fingers pluck it up and he holds it carefully in the palm of his hands, as if it is the most fragile thing in existence. a thumb gently runs across his mothers face, a rush of cold from the glass kissing against his warm finger. the summer of 2003 came so quickly. cha rohan was on the verge of turning five, and his mother had recently broken up with number four. it was a spontaneous trip - but she decides the two of them would take a trip over to the seaside, back in her hometown of jeju. the air felt different there, so light and tainted with a salty scent. it’s a time that’s just between the two of them - before his mother met his stepfather and before the birth of his little sister. the moments are easily able to be counted on a hand, but they’re the ones rohan misses the most. 

              he picks up the pen again, this time on a blank new sheet. this time, he settles into what he’s feeling first. like clockwork, rohan’s fingers wrap around the black pen and begins to scribble away.  you who hugged me so deeply is no longer here  /  where are you going, leaving me like this, he doesn’t initially want to keep the words intertwined throughout the song as melancholic - sadness carefully wrapped around each line. it’s not what he thinks she wants - and rohan figures this process includes her as much as it included him.  though i know it will crumble  /  i’ll probably build a sandcastle again. a light melody rolls through his head and rohan immediately begins to look into a folder on his desktop - a section entirely made up of snippets or whole melodies that he’s created but kept away, and starts the long process of listening to the neverending list. the tightness in his chest fades as the rest of the song slowly but surely gets put together over the next few hours. rohan’s happy with it, the first and final homage to her is something he feels comfortable in polishing up to release at some point. the night carries on, gentle as ever, and cha rohan finally feels like he can breathe for once - the first time since the start of his bumbling career. like most things, he finds himself thinking it’s all thanks to her.

[tesuena]

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