worry not

crescent's marco. signed to yuseong ent.

[xwsmarco]

howdy everyone! i’m here with marchanthara chalermchai aka. marco of crescent. i’m a bit slow with everything because at this point, that’s just me and i’m going to embrace it but i do look forward to plotting with everyone! marco’s bio does have a recurring theme of death over the people he loves, he may not be the most genuine person or the most nice but... it is what it is oop i’ll have a tldr of his bio under the cut, i’ll have the trigger warnings listed on top and the relevant links are here: career + about + plots

TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH, SUICIDE, CAR ACCIDENT, DROWNING

he was born to a really wealthy family, never financially suffered but on the negative, his parents never really cared about him??? but he got everything he wanted so in the end, it’s all g

he comes home from school one day and finds his mom’s had ended her own life as a result of having a cheating and emotionally abusive husband that he never really knew about

his dad sends him to seoul to study but really, he just wanted marco to get out of his way because he was trying to start a whole new family with his side piece

turns out, his dad got himself into a car accident and died as a result. 

his aunt flies over to seoul to live with him and take care of him, and he finally debuts with crescent, in the same year, he finds his aunt had drowned in her own bathtub, heavily intoxicated and now he has no one but himself rip f

despite his smiling and positive vitamin demeanour, the light inside is slowly dying and he’s just out here being happy out of pure spite and will fight god to make a point 

his bio does go into a bit more detail, but this is the rough outline of marco’s life!

[xwsmarco]

hey everyone and welcome to the new members! it’s me, your favourite ghost jokes. my account is shadow banned and i have no idea why or how and that’s mainly the reason why i can’t reply to IMs or comment on posts, or welcome the new members! its been banned for maybe a month now but i’ve been too busy to really do anything about it (residency sucks the life out of me). but i’ve made a new blog for marco here, i’ll be tracking down all my current threads, if i haven’t replied  to you in a while please just give me a little nudge! have a good december everyone! 

ps. sorry admin marshmallow, i can’t send you an official ask/submit about the blog change because i can’t send those either F

[xwsmarco]

KIHA

now, that kiha has came to apologize and miles ended up spilling his heart more than he was comfortable with, the main vocalist having to be ready for another long time of radio silence from him until who knows how long — but hopefully not forever. now kiha is certain that he’s the last person that miles would pick up if he called and that fact stings a little more than it should, not sure if marco is pointing this out of ignorance of the situation between them or out of malice. “yeah, maybe not.” he parrots the other but in a smaller and defeated voice. and then kiha clears his throat, trying to also clear the melancholic tones on his voice. “he’s probably needing to be alone for a bit. he’ll show up soon.” hopefully. “we all know he can be a little of a loner.” and kiha tries to put a little of humor on his words, but it probably falls a little flat, considering how stiff even his smile is.

and then the main vocalist blinks at marco, completely taken off guard when the other not so subtly nudges him to look for miles himself and if it were any other situation then kiha wouldn’t need to be told twice, but this time— memories of what happened in the practice room couple of weeks prior flashes on his mind like war flashbacks, miles yelling at him to not corner him like that again, all of it gets kiha to hesitate, to stay still and have marco remind him again that he should be moving even if not to look for miles.

“actually, i think you can.” kiha replies even though he has no idea where that answer came from, how exactly marco can help him. “are you busy now? i wanted—” what? “to talk for a bit?” and there’s an unsaid maybe? by the end of his words with how much uncertainty is in his tone but hopefully marco would shrug it off as kiha being nervous — which isn’t necessarily a lie — and perhaps a bit shy.

as much as marco would appreciate seeing the small flickers of flames alight the catastrophe that was kiha and miles’ friendship, he would rather not see it burn so brightly before him. a part of him feared for the misfire or collateral damage that would be the end result of his interferences, though, he doesn’t care enough to tread so carefully around them. he makes his thoughts known, to miles at least, that the gentle reminders of songbirds caressing by his lobes were not simply platonic. he likes to remind miles that there was more to those notes than the crescendo that follows after every sharp or flat that strikes him with intensity to his nape. and maybe, just maybe, he was having a little too much fun with it. 

he hears kiha speak, tries to let the subtle squint that forms across his features move to a minimal. instead, he lets the curve on his lips tug more prominently, nodding attentively. lets a little, “hah.” to fall from his lips as kiha refers to the crescent maknae as a loner. 

“oh? you’d want to talk with me? you’re aware i’m not miles, right?” the tail end of his words lifting in spirit, tone more upbeat than the last. he should be taking this opportunity to find miles himself, they rarely ever got to see each other outside of crescent projects now that the maknae’s schedule had been filled to the brim. constant messages by members and family alike, reminders of not overworking himself to meet the dreadful burnout that would be destined to be met with many. all of which, were met with a simple read and no replies would follow. gaze narrowing as he allows restless hues to land on kiha again, sensing that perhaps the other was in fact serious about his request. 

“oh.” simply leaves from his lips, guised as a sigh of sorts. “of course, you know i’m always open to.. talk.” voice trailing off, only because marco was still uncertain about the circumstances, the situation that had suddenly presented itself to him. making dialogue with the phoenix member was scarce, and even more so with the absence of miles. the sudden interest makes marco tense, makes his softened gaze harden with purpose as he tries to anticipate a ‘nevermind’ to follow. 

“is it important?” another way of asking whether or not they needed to be moved to a more private location or whether or not, small banter was to be met with kiha’s request. “are you really not going to go find that gremlin?” he adds.

[xwsmarco]

“I wish I could accept the compliment.”

phoenix’s main rapper for a reason, voice so mellow, carefully crafted words that fell with ease and comfortability that marco finds himself wandering about the other’s practice room just a minute longer. sweat, slicked back hair as digits rake the strands back haphazardly. feeling the beads of sweat run down the sides of his temples, carving out his jaw as a tired sleeve moves to wipe at his neck. 

he leans back against the wall, watching with admiration glazed across his hues at the main rapper performing, a sense of melancholy washing over him as if time had slipped past him so easily. time spent practicing, grinding his way up higher standards and grappling at the notion of experience leaking from his veins. and now, now he was just some old guy trailing behind the newer generation groups, finding himself lacking in every single way. he feels as if he had adopted the crescent maknae’s line of thinking, and it disgusts him to a degree.

“you’re even better in person.” he speaks finally, as the music begins to fade off to a stop. a smile bracing at his corners, crescents forming above already arched brows, “i could learn a thing or two from you.” if he was dumb enough to believe in demons, he would absolutely surrender a fraction of his soul to be as good as the younger groups.

[xwsmarco]

NABI

  Looking back at you only reminds him of all that’s at stake. If he ever wanted to keep afloat as an idol, he’d need to learn to keep his true self hidden. God, it would almost be embarrassing to acknowledge the fact that such a negative attitude and rude demeanor was his true self if Subin was capable of seeing his own faults. Clearing his throat, and visually shrinking back in his seat, he glances up at the waitress before looking over the menu for a brief second. “Uh, I’ll have that.” Gesturing to the first dish that his eyes rested on, he hastily collects the pair of menus and offers them back to the waitress. 

  After she had finally left their side, Subin lets out a sigh before running a hand through his hair. “You didn’t have to do this, you know. You’re busy enough as it is. Besides, I’m sure there’s a trainee out there who is chasing after your attention.”

the stage did appear far more depressing than perhaps what it was intended to be. the dimly lit lights that failed to focus in on the right places, some instruments left clearly long enough that the collection of dust was evident just from a glance. marco nods and agrees, he doesn’t think any amount of money would be enough to get anyone on that stage, though, his crescent hues say otherwise. “depressing is right.” brows raising without purpose, as if attempting to replicate the boredom that is shadowed by the sigh that manages to escape from his lips. 

he glances over at the waitress before allowing his gaze to shift back to subin, “she might be off crying in the kitchen because of you.” despite his jovial tone, the hushed chuckle that follows hints at the slight annoyance that accompanies the steady tapping on the table’s surface with his lone digit. he pauses, as the other speaks again, “you’re the only bearable trainee in yuseong.” he responds with a slight tug of his corners, “a lot of them are boring.”

and within his periphery, is catches the silhouette of the what seems to be the manager, striding to their table. another sigh, this time more prominent than the last, “i think the manager’s coming to reprimand us for making his staff... feel inadequate.” digits raising to run through his strands, forehead resting against his forefinger and thumb, “behave yourself.” he whispers under his breath, gaze moving to meet with subin. but he expects an eventful day anytime he spends it with the other.

[xwsmarco]

“Do I need to start crying like a baby to get some attention around here?”

the pumpkins that line the coffee shop, accompanied by even brighter streamers of burnt sienna and mauve, a good attempt at setting the atmosphere for the store to be a little more spooky during this season of halloween. the skeletons that adorn the walls, gossamer threads scattering the corners and in between the crevices of the furniture, all carefully placed by an overly, enthusiastic employee. the line by the counter is even more noticeable, as the spooky drinks around this time of year become more in demand. the odd colours and array of weird spices that came along with each drink made it all the more exciting for thrill seekers. taste buds that would light up at the unusual combinations of hit or misses, conjured up by the baristas.

"you'll attract too much attention if you start doing that." marco sighs beneath the mask that obstructs of his face, features carefully tucked away by strands that fall before his eyes. arms crossed as they stand, back against the wall awaiting for their orders to be made. a chuckle leaving from his lips, crescents forming at his hues as he turns to her, "this place is pretty spooky isn't it? i even saw a coffin at the back over there with a mummified hand hanging out of it." fingers raising to point in the general direction of where he had seen it, "they're really committing to this whole halloween thing." and marco is slightly impressed, lets the nod be evident of his approval.

[xwsmarco]

“I think your behavior reflects a deep-seated fear that if you love somebody they’ll leave you.

“are you trying to describe me or yourself?” marco lets the way his brows shift upwardly with scepticism to form the scoff that follows shortly after, as his features morph to amusement. “are you sure you’re not just self projecting?” eyes rolling, feeling as though the younger had been placed in some sort of trance. he lets his fingers glide through his strands, as his back sinks deeper into the couch of the cafeteria. “oddly emotional today, aren’t you?” the teasing tug at his corners trail along his words as he spoke, gaze tracing the younger’s features with careful eyes. 

his gaze narrowing ever so slightly as he circles back to the younger’s own line of sight, “hypothetically speaking, maybe.” he nods slowly, “don’t you know...” he lowers his voice, a hushed whisper escapes from his lips, tone falling, “...everyone i love ends up dead.” eyes widening for the added effect for a moment, as crescents take over just as quickly as his tone recovers to its jovial ring. a chuckle following as fingers curl around the cup on the table, taking it to his lips.

“a weird phenomena, right?” a shrug accompanies his words as he places the cup back down onto the table, a sigh heaving past his lips again, tiredness evident in the way he sighs again almost having forgotten he had already done so only seconds prior.

[xwsmarco]

HAENI

     the rhetorical question, one he had already known the answer to yet chooses to mock her. the derisive tone in his voice rekindles a sense of bitterness within her own expression as features morph to one of annoyance. she lets his words sink in, not deep enough that it needs to be returned with the same tonality. she merely lets a tired sigh leave from between her lips, lets it accompany the wry smile that pulls at her corners weakly. his whole demeanour having changed from the one she had known only years prior, their trainee days filled with contentment drawn from their mutual love for dance. though, the panes have shattered and his image becomes tainted as he kicks the bottle to the side.

     “this isn’t the first time you’ve seen me, don’t act like you weren’t aware.” she speaks with slight firmness as to not have him waver her resolution, she knows marco is a confusing individual, knows that he’s capable of things she could never even fathom. the smile that he keeps pasted on his features almost threatening to the extent that she feels it uncomfortably shine her way. a part of her withers back by instinct, almost frightened of who he had become. “well, you better get used to seeing me around now that i’ve been assigned to follow you.” she tries to coat her tone with a sense of informality. 

     “and don’t get too excited trying to push me down the stairs. i know how you’d love to see me suffer more than i have already.” she adds with a roll of her eyes, and a sigh hissing from between her lips.

her words pull a dissatisfied tug on his upper lip, as a scoff leaves from between his teeth. flames alight with the frequent flickering of unwanted attention and a distaste for something he had once treasured. a sense of betrayal as a name that wasn’t his own fell from her lips so naturally that he catches himself cursing under his breath. finds the iron taste sitting bitterly between his own, as his jaw clenches down upon his cheeks unbeknownst to his consciousness. “don’t act like i care enough to notice you.” the scornful expression softens on his features into a gentle tug of a smile. a waking contradiction in the light of dusk. 

her next words receive an eye roll, “don’t flatter yourself. i don’t care enough about you to think about making you suffer.” fingers raising to run through his strands, “i’m surprised they’ve decided to let you stay for so long, considering your—” he pauses, long enough to find himself allowing a finger to circle the air, gesturing at her leg, “injury... you can hardly stand on that thing for more than an hour.” his head tilts back, enough to ease the strain on his neck, “how’re you these days? coping?” his gaze moves to rest on her again, this has been the longest he has tried to keep a conversation with her since their not-so-friendly confrontation years back. “can you still dance?”

he hasn’t had the opportunity to gauge out her current health condition, whether or not she was capable of more from the last time he had witnessed her high on medication. pain numbed though at the cost of dwindling on the precipice of no return. “don’t push yourself.”

[xwsmarco]

BRAND AMBASSADOR ✕ FENDI  WORDCOUNT 365

the reflection casted before, shows the image of someone who doesn’t completely despise their early morning start. awake before the sunrise, with features painted over by a layer of falsified satisfaction. crescents gradually forming as his countenance shifts to a more jovial expression, the subtle perk of his corners tugging upwardly, just enough to show the feigned genuineness stretch across his features. digits tapping against the arm rests, metal against his fingertips as he senses impatience threatening to bleed from tiny gestures. 

he pauses, lets his digits curve over the arm rest instead, feels the cold surface imprint on his palm as he shifts slightly in his seat. a brush flicking at his eyelids, whilst another at his brow. strands tugged into a curl before straightening again, industry secret to healthy looking hair despite the immense damage it had incurred. 

he lets his gaze wonder, lets it settle on one of the lights the line the mirror before him. he feels his eyes burn with a glint of haziness, averting his gaze to match his own in  his reflection, only to see sparks of stars alight in the periphery of his vision. 

a good chunk of his career made up of modelling, a staple for crescent’s vitamin pill. his earlier days filled with urgency as he would hurriedly rush to the shoots apologetic of his late arrival. he remembers those days with fondness, finds how he had changed from the overly eager high achiever to this... this jaded individual who lived life as some sort of abandoned shell. the gentle pat on his shoulder, breaks him from his reverie, his practiced smile returning to his lips as he nods, thankful for the good work. the subtle sigh that follows, giving way to the tired nature of his true colours. 

he moves from one chair to be placed into another chair, only bigger. he feels the heat of the lights casting upon his frame, the bright flashes no longer phase him as he has grown too jaded by the paparazzi. finds slight solace in the moments where no one is constantly jabbing at his skin, nor tugging at his strands, or critiquing the way he performs. 

[xwsmarco]

AHREUM

when it’s announced that the shooting is starting, ahreum sits a little straighter and the ghost of a smile on her lips; her little talk with marco doing wonders to calm down her nerves and she claps whenever one of the guests are introduced until they gets to marco where she becomes a little more excited, obvious by the way that her eyes shine a little more and she claps a little more eagerly— gestures that catch the attention of the hosts and make them ask in a light tone if she’s a fan of crescent.

“yes, their perfomances are really amazing! they have this cool and mature energy that i really like.” she answers just as excitedly as before which earned her brief coos from some of the hosts about her being cute, then one of them comments about how she was doing marco’s part just before the cameras were rolling and asking her to do it again.

“always on my mind, always always on my mind—” she repeats the same verse with the same movements but in a more exaggerated way for the same of entertainment even if she feels a little more sheepish because there are much more people paying attention to her even though they’re giving her good reactions— to the point that she gives a shy laugh by the end of it, bowing with her head again and covering her mouth with one of her hands. “ah, thank you.” she murmurs ever so softly.

then ahreum turns to marco when the mcs ask what he thought of it.

the imitation of his own part in crescent’s song perks a smiles onto his lips, finding the bravery in her rookie soul admirable. marco remembers the days of having been freshly debuted as a suffering trainee and having been urged every other second to do something just as traumatising to his pride and confidence as this. though, this time ahreum was doing it willingly, which baffles not only his subconscious mind but also the hairs that stand along his forearm. his smile only growing to a grin, though feigned it was well practiced enough to appear genuine. a small clap that follows as he applauds her short performance, “are you sure you’re not the main rapper?” a chuckle that follows.

and as the show begins, and the hosts prompt ahreum to talk about crescent as she had just prior, the same grin that perked at his corners, appears again. crescents forming at his features as he turns to give her his undivided attention, the movements and the rap line, the everything was a little too much for marco to handle. even for the vitamin of his own group, ahreum was a force to be reckoned with. he makes sure to give her the loudest applaud he could muster up, as the mcs move to question him. “she’s even better than me. i feel a little threatened, honestly.” a chuckle, “i was saying earlier, there’s no way she isn’t the main rapper of her group.” some accompanying laughter following his words as the mcs nod in agreement, comments about how they agreed with him resonated throughout the cast. 

the laughter subsides and the mcs move on to their next segment, introducing the guests as the entire sequence plays out. the introduction of younger female sitting talking about her dreams of pursuing a career as a trainee to become an accomplished idol. words of self importance, laced by overconfidence bleeding from each syllable that lashes from her mouth, as if she was certain she would make it big in an industry as luck based as this. it doesn’t help that marco finds humour in her words, and lets a tiny smirk perk at his lips as she speaks about her aspirations. it was almost too cruel to shatter her dreams. though, the mcs keep it alive and support her through her monologue, invites her to the stage to give a small performance and marco catches a glimpse of the side eye she gives to ahreum. marco placing his microphone down in front of him, turns to ahreum and whispers, “it’s one of those.” an eye roll, as friendly as one can get. 

marco already knows what kind of guest this was, already knows that her performance would either be a massive flop or mediocre at best. the mcs ask her how she feels about marco and ahreum being idols, and how she views their careers thus far. she gives a blunt response of, ‘oh, i don’t follow crescent or dandelion. i wouldn’t know to comment.’ she sounds slightly proud of herself, as the response receives a audible gasp from the audience as well as the mcs, to which marco chuckles. “i’m not sure how i’ll recover from this.” 

[xwsmarco]

KIHA

kiha almost flinches when marco confesses that he hasn’t seen miles since after their performance and suddenly all the talk that he has just had with the crescent maknae comes back to the front of his mind like a punch, because of course he hasn’t— not when kiha has basically kidnapped the other almost right after the performance until a couple of minutes ago. “i don’t know where he is.” and that’s true, kiha has no idea where miles has run off to after dumping his mess of feelings on the phoenix member and for once that doesn’t bother him as much as it normally would. so there’s no reason for the main vocalist to look as uncomfortable as he does. he knows at this point that marco senses those sort of things better than even kiha himself, senses all of kiha’s openings and clings to them like a shark clings to the smell of blood.

“maybe he just went to the bathroom or something.” but kiha doesn’t sound convincing even to himself. “or maybe you’re just missing each other.”

✕

complicated, was what marco saw everything to be. complicated, was what marco felt whenever he allowed himself to delve into the maknae’s personal turmoil. he lets his features settle to a softened smile, lets the arch of his brows fall to align with the good natured act he had going on. he nods at kiha’s words, almost regrettably at the words he had spoken prior, sensing the defensiveness in the other’s tone, detecting slight animosity tipping at the tongue as marco’s gaze traces kiha’s features. “oh, did i say pet? i meant miles, funny how you knew.” he lets the slight chuckle resonate from his lips, cheeks rising to portray it as some kind of joke.

their entire relationship seemed like some kind of joke, from the outside perspective, marco felt as though their problems could been so easily sorted out if only they’d both just sit down and talk, let all the misunderstandings pass and solve, let their words portray their inner turmoil, let everything be laid out on the table. scoffing at his own thoughts, his own problems with the maknae stemming from misunderstandings and failed attempts or rather, the lack of wanting to solve things. marco wanted to give miles a reason to feel stagnant in his emotional ventures, the maknae was always so in his head about feeling alone and suffering that marco found it insufferable. if the younger wanted someone to wallow over, marco would give him just that.

as the phoenix member begins to speak again, suggestions of miles’ whereabouts, all seemingly unlikely. a slight shrug of his own shoulders, “have you tried calling him? he hasn’t answered anyone, maybe he’ll pick up if it’s you.” marco hasn’t tried calling, hasn’t bothered, knows that all his attempts would be futile especially after what he had said to the maknae. something on the lines of don’t be a bitch, though it backfires as the maknae buries himself in a hole. “then again... maybe not.” he adds, another chuckle following this time accompanied by thinned lips pressed to a smile. 

“well, aren’t you going to look for him? either way, i’m sure he’ll show up sooner or later.” with everyone having moved out of the dorms and into their own places, it became harder to meet with each other on a regular basis, that sometimes marco would go for weeks at a time without running into any of his group members. performances like these, were almost too nostalgic though, far from familiarity now. 

“you’re still standing here, so— can i help you?” a slight tilt of his head, accompanied by a more genuine smile than the last.

[wsnewspot]

Marco, of YS Entertainment’s Crescent, has officially become a face for Fendi! With his previous modeling experience and exuberant personality, it’s easy to see why he was selected as a brand ambassador. He shows off his modeling skills in a dazzling photoshoot to start off the clothing deal with the large brand. Look out for more fashion spreads from Marco in the future!

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[ㅇㅇ] He has such the perfect face for modeling. I really want to see him on the runway!        > [ㅇㅇ] if only he was a little taller LOL [ㅇㅇ] MARCO WHY im way too broke to be buying a fancy brand like this! [ㅇㅇ] i mean i feel like someone else could have been suited but whatever [ㅇㅇ] Yes king Marco get that bag

[xwsmarco]

“I wasn’t trying to kiss you.”

“i sure hope not.” marco keeps the convivial tone, lets the tail end of his eyes crinkle as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other. with his shoulder grazing the taller phoenix member, marco takes a step back, lets himself shrink down to the bag tossed by the speakers. both of their attempts at preparing for their own appearances on immortal songs, letting the genres melt into on another as they both stumble into each other. cheek barely grazing taeyang’s own as marco catches his balance again. taeyang’s explanation following only to receive the chuckle that spews from upturned lips. “i don’t think i’m ready to be lynched by rubies.” his comment made with jest as he retrieves his phone from his bag, digits glowing onscreen, they’ve both stayed for longer than necessary. 

“so... are you really keeping rubies in your closet back at the dorms or?” with recent rumours from a former yuseong employee arising, it wasn’t hard for marco to discern the fact that taeyang had been briefly mentioned. “i’m almost afraid to imagine what you’d be like if you were able to move out of the dorms.” the practiced smile that pulls at his corners, the periphery of shamelessness and brazen exterior of the younger’s actions towards his fanbase was unmatched. marco was sure that rubies appreciated the gestures of flirty taeyang, however, it doesn’t stop the goosebumps from surfacing at the articles that come out of taeyang’s comments. 

tossing the phone back into his bag, “how do you feel about what’s being said? does it make you want to flirt harder and seduce everyone back to your dorms?” 

[wayvs]

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[xwsmarco]

“It seems like you’ve been doing everything you can not to talk to me.”

“is it getting too obvious?” head tilting, crescents forming allowing the crinkles to draw at the end of his eyes. marco contemplates for a moment, lips moving agape but settles on a mere shrug of his shoulders. “and it seems like you’ve been doing everything you can to distract me from practicing.” a sigh falling from initially, curled lips. corners falling flat as he lets his digits run through his strands, drenched in sweat. pulling the cap off his head for a moment, before settling it back down. “well, now that you’ve caught me. what do you want?” he maintains his convivial tone, keeps the folded crescents on his features and the upward tug on his lips. “hm?”

arms crossing before him, head tilting again as hues blink lazily across his countenance, feeling the dreariness begin to pound at his heavy eyelids. a side effect of having spent the last few nights slaving away in the practice rooms. confines that seemed to bar him in, short naps that resulted in the blaring howls of his alarm. feeling even worse off before he had started. a yawn pulls across his features, hand coming to cover over. “go bother someone else, haeni.” he adds.

with phatic conversations returning, greetings exchanged and her name slapped against his schedule as the intern to assist the members of his group, marco still felt a sense of bitterness budding at his resolve. finding umbrage in her words, a past so wounding that he only ever wants to see her burn. let the ashes be swept away by dusk’s draught.

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[xwsmarco]

cmarco preparing for crescent’s immortal songs appearance! hopefully you’ll enjoy our performance ㅋㅋ