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❝ annnnnd you're back with lil 'ole me, JUNG WHEEIN, at etna radio! we're at five minutes past midnight and god, i could really go for a coffee right now. wait, oops. i'm not allowed to say that on air, am i? ❞

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i completely forgot to post this earlier, but wheein is on hiatus till JUNE 9! i’ll see you all then!

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Sik-K (식케이) - I Call It Love

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⌈  : your biggest (only) fan :  ⌋

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Once it heads off air, that voice he idolizes signing off for the night, he finally pulls the cardboard sign in front of him, sheepishness tinting his cheeks even in the dim, barely-reaching light of the establishment. He’s not sure if the officer sees, but at this point, Sanghyuk figures he’s past hiding anymore.

[ ♥~ Jjang Wheein!! There’s no one better!! ~♥] 

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ah damn, she was exhausted.

as the show wound down, wheein found herself biting back yawn after yawn. yes, she did get paid to stay up till ungodly hours of the night—that was her own shtick—but that didn’t mean her body didn’t rebel every now and then. it got angry with her sometimes, protesting the need to run on a schedule so different than… well, normal people. at times like these, she kept the sleepiness at bay with copious amounts of coffee and energy drinks. it wasn’t a foolproof plan; there were moments when wheein was too weak to pretend to be bright and chipper at two am in the morning. all she wanted to do was go home and fall into bed.

she managed to keep it together till the final sign off, though. that was something to be proud of, considering wheein had taken an impromptu five minute nap when playing the new chart-topper (a dreaded ballad). the minute the pd told her she was done for the night (day, really), she grabbed her bag and flew out the door, already imagining her head hitting the pillow in a few short minutes! sleepy fun times, here she came! and, ironically enough, the thought infused her with more energy, not less.

reaching the bottom floor, wheein blew the security guard a kiss and waved goodnight. he shook his head, too used to her antics to react, but a smile played at his lips as she ran outside—and almost barrelled into someone standing outside. a very tall someone, and that immediately put her off until she noticed him holding a… sign of some sorts? was he lost? was this one of those ‘i have no won to get home so please give some for the bus or taxi i don’t want to sleep out on the street’ signs? because wheein had seen a lot of those late at night.

“uh,” she said. eloquent. “ahem,” she tried again. “i don’t have any change on me, but i think there’s a bus ticket somewhere in my purse if you want it.” or maybe it had expired by now. shrugging, she opened her purse anyway and began to dig through when it hit her. oh god. was he one of those sasaeng fans? on nights when she had special guests on the show, the area outside the building was crowded with fans coming to cheer on their idols. but wheein didn’t have a guest today. it was a regular night: just her and her voice.

she slowly raised her head and squinted at the sign. it was dark outside so she could just barely make out the words, but… wheein. oh god, it said wheein. it was her name, she was a hundred percent sure. WHAT was a dude doing outside the building holding a sign with her name on it? could it be… nah, that was crazy talk. she was just a small time radio dj. there was no way—

but it DID say jjang wheein!! she swore it did.

wheein dropped her purse. “UH.” no flippin’ way. “like, you can totally laugh at me if i’m wrong—hell, i think i’m wrong and possibly hallucinating all of this, but do you… know who i am? and can you pinch me?”

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lmfao i have so many replies to do but event!! would anyone like to plot with this dork? just hit me up on IM or twitter if you’re interested (or you can like this post and i will come pester you :3). 

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ten minute girlfriend

ft. @jyminha.

there was only one thing wheein liked more than food: free food.

it was basic human instinct, really. nearly everyone in the world preferred eating foods they didn’t have to pay for. somehow, even the most basic of dishes tasted better knowing you didn’t have to spend a single won to stuff your face with them. wheein was lucky; she had a sixth sense for these kinds of things. where there was food even at a slightly discounted rate, wheein would BE there with a plate and a pair of chopsticks at the ready. and yes, she did mean it in a literal sense.

unfortunately, she didn’t have chopsticks, a plate, or a lot of won in her wallet at the moment. what wheein did have was a HAWK’s eyesight and an impulsive streak a mile long. the 40% off sign propped up next to a basket set of prime hanwoo was like a fucking beacon calling out to her from three blocks away. eyes widening, wheein was in line faster than you could say ‘beef’—only to find out that the 40% off discount only applied to… couples. “is this for real?” she asked the hanwoo lady, who nodded and told her to come back with a ‘nice boy.’

damn that fine print.

there was no way wheein was giving up this hanwoo, though. 40% was a lot! wheein would have that discount or die trying. she scanned the nearby area, looking for someone who didn’t look busy. or more realistically, someone who wasn’t already coupled off. the only person free was a woman (a tall and gorgeous woman, holy shit). not quite a ‘nice boy,’ but a couple was a couple! she tossed a glare at the guy who looked like he was going to approach the woman and swiftly cut in before he could reach her. tilting her head up, wheein gave her a bright smile. “hey, do you want to be my girlfriend for like… ten minutes? maybe fifteen? with our height difference, we would look perfect together!”

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hot pink

ft. @jyhongbin.

it was a disaster. a sheer disaster of catastrophic proportion and wheein was so, so fucked if she didn’t fix it right away.

her braixien was a paragon of patience, it really was, but it had its limits. lea would suffer through near anything for wheein if she had to. their bond was that of a trainer and their first pokemon—there probably wasn’t a stronger force on earth, if you wanted to get sappy about it. the point was, lea loved wheein, put up with wheein, didn’t kill wheein… but this might just be its breaking point. judging from the heat radiating from the pokemon, it was definitely angry. wheein doubted any amount of pokepuffs would appease it. “lea, i’m so sor—“ wheein bit back a yelp as a spark passed by her face. whelp. so much for groveling.

to think, all this started when wheein tried to tie dye a shirt. now her braixen was pink. hot pink, to be exact.

“i’ll fix it,” she said desperately. smoke was curling out of lea’s ears now. wheein was finding it hard to read the expressions of her colorful companion, but it was as clear a sign as any that lea didn’t believe her. fair enough; wheein had no idea what to do to reverse it. for some reason, she highly doubted a simple bath would help (she’d foolishly asked for the strongest dye at the mart).

maybe the folks at the pokemon centre would be able to help. holding onto that hope, wheein bundled lea up her arms and shot of the apartment to the nearest pokemon centre. she burst in through the doors, half in tears and hoping no one noticed the evidence painted on her hands (“is that blood?” someone whispered. “no, it’s pink,” their friend replied). wheein ignored all of them and stomped up to the counter. “HELLO HI can someone please help me? i have a HUGE problem. it’s a matter of life or death!”

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태완 (Tae Wan (C-Luv)) - 뭐라고 불러 (What Do I Call This Feeling)

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dynamite

ft. @jyminwoo.

the pd’s assistant was trying to keep it cool, but wheein was sure she saw the young woman bite back a scream while arranging no minwoo’s complimentary gift basket (the show was trying something new—fruits, mostly. everyone loved fruits. guava. papaya. mhmmm). statistically speaking, glow was bound to have fans, especially among the younger demographic. wheein thought it was kind of sweet, actually. it made her remember her own fangirl days some years back. an actor with most beautiful charizard she’d ever seen. and then she met him and he turned out to be a jerk, so the infatuation went down the toilet. 

for the assistant’s sake, she sincerely hoped minwoo was not a jerk.

not that wheein was suspicious or anything. she was sure minwoo was a perfectly wonderful person with some perfectly wonderful pokemon. wheein totally didn’t trust sableyes, especially not ones named butcher, but it was all cool. not like minwoo was going to have his sableye trailing behind him at the studio. of course not. ha. hahaha. don’t jinx it, she told herself. if he walked in with it, it was going to be her fault. 

speak of the devil—the pd’s assistant shrieked as the door opened. wheein took it to mean no minwoo had just arrived for his radio interview. wheein stood up and swept some of the stray debris away from their centre of operations before the coordinator could enter. one of guavas got swept up with the… sweeping and fell to the floor, rolling along until it hit minwoo’s shoes. wheein stared at the runaway fruit for a long moment before cracking into a grin. “looks like the fruit’s FALLING for you too, huh?” she said. cringed. she couldn’t take it back once it was out there.

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Training Wheels | & wheein.

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“I’m listening. But can we go now before we’re late?” Jaebum pushed himself out of the chair and tugged at his sweater before softly whistling to get his Umbreon’s attention. With a twitch of an ear, her eyes slid open before slowly stretching and hopping off to follow after Jaebum a bit sleepily. He grinned at her, running a hand over her fur before sliding his gaze back into something a bit more blank as they both followed his rambling manager into the office.

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im jaebum, twenty three, the league’s eighth gym leader, ghost type, situated in gwangju.

wheein had been staring at the biography for so long, the words started to blur together. she made it a habit to learn as much about her guests as possible for her own peace of mind. jaebum’s profile was surprisingly unhelpful, though. she felt like she knew nothing about him, and this was after making it through 2k worth of words about him: from birth to the man he was now. it was so bloody frustrating. she wondered if he was supposed to be this opaque on purpose. maybe it was his image. fuck that.

well, primer or no primer, he was due in the studio any second. wheein was uncharacteristically nervous. her clammy palms wrapped around the bottle of water some kind soul had placed on the table, leg bouncing up and down as she looked at the on air countdown. this wasn’t her first rodeo, but… it was because she couldn’t get a read on him, wheein decided. she didn’t know what to expect or mentally prepare for, which made her anxious.

she hated anxious wheein.

clearly it was time to embrace her old motto. fake it till you make it! slapping on a broad smile, wheein pushed the water bottle way and folded up the notes so she wouldn’t have to look at them anymore. just in time as well, as her guest chose that moment to enter the room. wheein’s first sight was of his manager, then his umbreon (it was a magnificent pokemon) and finally to the man himself. “hey there!” wheein chirped, more out of habit than anything. “sorry about the mess—we were trying to do some cleaning. gave up halfway through.”

im jaebum’s face was as impassive as his profile. wheein cocked her head to the side and tried not to feel dismayed. “so, um, i guess you can take a seat wherever you want? you can just put the papers on the table. we’ll start going over the script in a couple of minutes, but you’re free to grab a coffee or a snack or… a pee break if you need it til then.”

[jy-eric]

dr. eric nam’s love cave (ep1)

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but dr. eric nam is a gym leader. and a gym leader wouldn’t let a single surge of anxiety shy him away from such a unique opportunity (he trudges on, one foot after the other, introducing himself to the receptionist with his signature toothy grin. minutes later, he’s riding up an elevator, glass windows offering a perfect view of the city below them). “wait here”. the secretary said before seating him on a couch outside of what was supposedly wheein’s studio.

now, his waiting game began. at least he was half an hour early.

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finally. finally. after weeks of lying, scheming, and subtle blackmail, wheein could proudly say that dr. eric nam (the dr. eric nam) was going to be a guest on her show. the specifics of how she had accomplished that was confidential and strictly on a need-to-know basis. unless you were the broadcasting company’s ceo, you didn’t need to know. this statement was delivered with plenty of winking and finger guns so even if someone wanted to know before, they probably decided it wasn’t worth it.

she really had one of her dedicated listeners to thank for this. the woman, a middle aged self-professed hoseok fangirl, sent her a ten page essay (single spaced) about dr. nam’s virtues. wheein read the whole thing out on air and surprisingly did not lose as many listeners as she was expecting. people called in request the great eric nam™ to guest star on a segment and wheein was more than happy to fulfill their desires. she immediately went to work.

and now eric nam was on her show. easy-peasy! well not like… easy easy, but he was committed to it and that was all that mattered. they’d already paid his appearance fee, not to mention wheein had spent ages preparing for this. she was ready. she was organized. she was on this shit—

“wheein? your guest is, um, here already.”

wait, what? shit. SHIT. she bolted out of bed, phone falling out of her hands. how could eric nam be there already? they had a good half hour before the show was set to start, which meant wheein had at least fifteen minutes until she needed to leave the house. what a keener! she would have been flattered if she wasn’t still in her pjs. getting dressed lightning fast, she grabbed her bag and bolted out of her apartment.

thankfully, the commute to the station only took around five minutes. she was there and coughing up a lung in front of dr. eric nam (the dr. eric nam). “just—” she wheezed, gripping her chest. “just give a second and, wait,” pausing, wheein scowled at the perfectly genial gentleman sitting on the couch. “man, you do know you’re like twenty minutes early right? well, nevermind. it’s fine. warn a girl next time though.”

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Read My Mind | W&H

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One hand holds onto ‘Som while the other clutches onto his phone, dark eyes glued to the screen as he waits for the woman’s opinion. Yet another thing the country boy is adjusting to- fashion. And going out drinking (although, he’s grown fairly good at that over the course of his studying years). Absentmindedly, his chin rests atop ‘Som’s head, large flowers obscuring his view just a tad as she wriggles around, attempting to bat at his phone once more. This earns a laugh from the male, soft and somewhat strained as he does his best to hold the device out of reach.

“No more ‘Som! Please, my ego can’t take it.”

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[ 💬 : seok monkey ] hsok [ 💬 : seok monkey ] m sittin in the bathtub w/ a margarita [ 💬 : seok monkey ] nt the best time to send choker selfies

wheein was, in fact, enjoying the best soak of her life. the gift set of sparkly bath bombs her mom sent her a few months ago was finally being put to use… although wheein felt like she’d done something wrong. it was totally okay to throw three bath bombs in at once, right? whelp. she’d have her answer if she woke up sweating glitter tomorrow. for now, she was just going to enjoy a quiet night in—drink in one hand, phone browsing naver in the other, and the radio playing a smooth jazz tune that made wheein wish she had some candles on hand. maybe rose petals too. wait, fuck that, she was single.

hoseok’s text was unexpected. so unexpected she nearly dropped her phone when she opened the first attachment, then accidentally spilled water onto the floor with her splashing as she died laughing at the second one. her friend was awkwardly adorable and yet hot as fuck (objectively) at the same time—a strange juxtaposition. what was even stranger was that he didn’t seem to realize he was a magnet for literally everyone. it was wheein’s friend-duty to protect him... and exploit him. the two didn’t have to be mutually exclusive.

[ 💬 : seok monkey ] ur pkeom int a computer genius pls [ 💬 : seok monkey ] its ok ill luv u evn if u bcme a instgrm hosock [ 💬 : seok monkey ] *hoseok

… this one handed typing thing really wasn’t working out. on the other hand, wheein could imagine bellosom tapping away at hoseok’s phone and sending wheein all the good stuff. it was why she liked the pokemon so much. they had a silent understanding where hoseok was concerned. draning the last of her drink, wheein set the glass down and stared at the pictures hoseok (or bellosom) had sent her. he really did look great in chokers.

[ 💬 : seok monkey ] trst me u look v cute!!! [ 💬 : seok monkey ] perf 4 a nght out [ 💬 : seok monkey ] all teh ladies n gents will be all ovr u

ah, wait! an idea struck her. wheein leaned forward and quickly typed out a message. the look on her face was part helpful friend, part i-just-want-to-watch-the-world-burn.

[ 💬 : seok monkey ] do u wnt me 2 put it on etna twtr [ 💬 : seok monkey ] teh lisntrs will go WILD

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what is it they say about big feet? (big shoes) // wonshik+wheein

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the bar floor was cold against his bare feet which were also starting to feel a little… sticky. at this point, wonshik had already completely forgotten about his beer, pushed aside for someone to knock over later (he’ll remember a week from now, wracked with guilt for the poor, poor bartender). he didn’t even really think about it; the rest of the bar was still giving them weird looks. he figured it was best they leave, pressing a hand against wheein’s shoulder with a step toward the bar door.

“let’s go, then. lead the way, wheein.”

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hold up a second. QUITTER?! who dared say the Q word here, in this year of the lord, in front of jung wheein who a certified non-quitter? who dared suggest that she might be a yellow-bellied, weak-kneed… her fuzzy mind was running out of descriptors, but you got the idea. 

her cheeks puffed up like a pale, orange-topped blowfish as she glared up at the tall wonshakey. “i don’t quit,” she announced, a split second before she pitched forward and almost fell flat on her face (again). if she hadn’t grabbed onto wonshakey’s shirt, there would have been tears. and yelling. and maybe a little shoving, if wheein could muster up the strength to shove someone.

well, crisis averted. and as long as something bad didn’t happen (like wonshakey leaving), things would be fine—you know, or not. wheein’s eyes widened as the tall man left her alone for a few seconds to go do… something. a lifetime’s worth of abandonment issues cropped up at that moment, only to disappear when he returned. her face split into a wide grin. “HEY, HEY WONSHAK--whoops!” her overexcited waving was a hazard in itself; she narrowly avoided slipping on the slick floor. 

she flipped her hair back. “i’m smooth. i’m ice cold.” wheein was clearly pleased with herself for managing to stand upright on her own. fine, she needed a little nudge to actually walk out of the bar into the crisp night air, but even bikes had training wheels sometimes, alright? wonshakey could be hers. the training wheel, not the bike. sheesh. “where are we going?” she asked, glancing back at him over her shoulder. she’d forgotten. oh wait, right, shoes for the tall. “just kidding! i remember. shoes. shoes for bigfoot.” 

and she had a vague idea of where to go. humming under breath, she slowly made her way down the street, head thrown back confidently… and stopped in front of an all-night pancake house. 

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on air with jeon somi

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“hey everyone! i’m jeon somi, also more officially known as the belladonna of the victory league — though i actually like that nickname you just gave me more,” somi laughed, slightly flustered at the fact that wheein had basically said all of her introduction already.

“names aside, thank you for having me! i’ve been a fan of this channel for awhile now and it’s great to finally be able to meet you in person and guest on your show.” the girl settled for formalities for now, hoping to get all the awkward out in one go instead of having it drag on.

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“i have a gift,” wheein nodded sagely, hands folded and resting on the table. “nicknames are kind of my thing, but i’ll be honest: that’s one of the better ones i’ve come up with.” it was a coin toss which sometimes resulted in wheein making an ass of herself on air (like she didn’t already do that most of the time).“though belladonna? pretty and dangerous—the best combination. did you choose it yourself or did someone else give you that nickname?” the question wasn’t part of the script; wheein was just nosy.

“but it’s really amazing that—and i’m sure you hear this all the time—at sixteen, you’re a member of the elite four. i mean, there are a ton of new trainers who must look up to you. it’s a big deal. it’s a big role.” she paused to take a sip from the water bottle someone had swapped her energy drink for. boo. “is this where you always wanted to be? like, is the elite four your ultimate goal or did It just happen? obviously you’ve trained a lot to get here, but is it about fulfilling a dream or getting stronger, or just the journey itself?”

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HELLO FRIENDS! i have been terribly inactive for the past few weeks and for that i sincerely apologize. due to some personal reasons, i had to take a break from rp. now that things have settled down, i really want to get active on journey again! especially because i see so many new faces + cool muses like hell yes. so, um, if you want to plot, please LIKE this post and i’ll hop over into your ims. and if we previously had a thread, please let me know if you want to continue it! 

that’s about it. i hope we can get some fun stuff going on soon! wheein mun out ✌️