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🎬 Do you want to take a hand at hosting a variety show or act in a television show or drama?

“It’d be a nice thought, but I’m seriously bad at anything that requires some sort of script. I’m surprised enough I can remember lyrics to an extent. No, I couldn’t do that. Unless it’s a requirement to make a fool out of myself live.”

✖ What is your goal as an idol?

“I want to say, to just have fun with what I’ve got? It’s not an opportunity to be passed over lightly through complaints or whatever. That, and I’d like to think my being an idol inspires others. Maybe. So I’ll go with that. To be an inspiration.”

Oftentimes, Jieun has found himself experiencing a slight mental disturbance brought on by an established, strict, unchanging routine. When nothing is out of or beyond it, the youth ends up in nervous bankruptcy. Itching for something new. And he’ll scratch that itch and be as desperate as to celebrate  — “Happy napping day!” was how he greeted most everyone around the store which he’d fled to in order to buy; pillows? Of all things. What a loser, shopping pillows for his bandmates instead of treating them to Starbucks. But no, he had to get his hands full (because who needs carts) with feather-stuffed pillows for the crew. They probably wouldn’t nap but even so much as a good ol’ pillowfight would suffice. “Nice, isn’t it? Having something to celebrate? Sort of.”

He knew there was a reason he was here. He knew that, had psyched himself up in order to fulfil his purpose of coming out here. He’d forgotten why he’d even set foot inside the store, and for that he was wandering the aisles, kicking himself and cursing under his breath. It’d be embarrassing if he simply bolted through the doors once again without purchase, thus he’d found himself seeking something to sate his current lack of pride. It was with that in mind, he was currently skipping in search of marshmallows. Though there was a lack of expectation towards seeing an actual marshmallow strutting through the establishment. The elder had giggled at the thought, before approaching with his hands behind his back, cheeks bunched up through the force of his grin. “I can’t tell if you look adorable or delicious, but we’ll go with both, huh?”

there was almost a shyness in the way that mari approached her work, often hiding it away until it measured up to her lofty standards. entirely too driven by her perfectionist tendencies, there’s an obsessive edge to the way she throws herself into everything she does, refusing to let up until everything is exactly the way she wishes to be. more often than not, that’s been her downfall, her stubborn pride refusing to be satisfied with anything she put out until her manager intervenes by snatching away her work to show her company. but tonight she doesn’t mind sharing, if simply for the fact that the lines written are ones that will probably never see the light of day otherwise. besides, her manager had told her that she needs to learn how to loosen up and what good of a time was there to put that into practice than now? “not at all,” and that’s half the truth, “but yeah, they’re lyrics. not very good ones though if i’m being honest. i feel like i’m losing my touch.” 

she pauses and there’s a hint of hesitation before she continues. “do you… i mean, would you like to look at them? i feel like a second opinion might help and i trust your judgment.” if her manager was here to witness this, they would have a heart attack over mari’s offer. if that wasn’t growth, she didn’t know what would be. there’s another pause before she realizes that the other might not even really care, that jisung was just being kind in asking. “of course, you don’t have to!” she quickly sputters out, giving him an out just in case. “i’m sure the last thing you expected tonight while trying to enjoy your coffee was for me to force you to look at my lyrics.”

In a way, Jisung felt as though he might be invading something more personal than originally thought. The male had a tendency to do as much, was unaware of how the world worked for the most part, how people tended to react in light of another’s carelessness. Many a time he’d approached without assessing whether or not it would cross an unspoken line, particularly with those he barely knew; labelmates or not. Thus, he felt marginally wrong for jumping into the assumption he could look at what the other was working on, hence his slow retreat back into his seat, through sheepish glances and gentle smiles in hopes it would free him from the notion. “You think? Maybe you’re just a little distracted by something? Or, you might just not be in the right frame of mind, so they don’t look okay to you?” 

Through widened eyes and raised eyebrows, the elder was only mildly shocked by the offer. There was an understanding that unfinished lyrics were often hidden from prying eyes and nosiness for fear of judgement; he often couldn’t blame them. Perfectionism was its own cruel joke, and the industry they found themselves in didn’t satiate the notion. “No, no, I’d love to, really,” he’d expressed his enthusiasm through an eager nod and bright smile, in hopes of reassuring the other. “At least you’re giving me the choice, rather than strapping me down and subjecting me to hours of repeating the same things over and over. This is doable.”

“Keeping up with demand. You know? You’ve gotta practice and maintain everything while focusing on your main positions. Taking on board criticism and using that to your advantage to improve. It’s nothing short of shit. I could be spending that time going out and putting myself in situations that could result in scandals. But no. I don’t even get the opportunity to cause trouble. Seems unfair in my opinion. Pray for my sanity.”

“Other than the fact it’s utter bullshit? Could’ve been dealt with better, sooner, the list goes on, but since their fuck up of a CEO can’t see that list, it doesn’t make a difference. I’ve already decided I’m going to adopt all the girls of ZODIAC and keep them under my wing until fuck face can manage to not make diamonds from shoving coal up his ass.”

“Inspire U was a big, well, inspiration, so I’d put them on top of my clearly important pedestal. Maybe Ivory, too? Their concepts are killer; essentially the confirmation of my sexuality. And, not going to lie, I have a guilty pleasure for Cross Seas. Hard not to when there’s constant bops lately.”

I’d like to introduce to you Jisung’s female counterpart; BAE JISU. I didn’t want to stray too far from names and the like just to make it a little more authentic to typical family traditions. As for appearances, I felt that Jeon Jiyoon fit the mark pretty well, from general aesthetic, to features, and all that jazz. She also seems to have a similar narrowness to Jimin, which suits perfectly. Just like Jisung, she’s your typical for a briefly spoilt rich kid who was forced to face the world without any knowledge of it, and it shows through her naivety and general lack of regard to issues. Thus, everything in terms of past is the same as Jisung’s, the only things changing in light of auditions and passions, and you can read about that under the cut!

You can ask Jisu any question you want, or simply chat here.

(╯◕_◕)╯: tell me a funny party story

“Just before Christmas, the hosts of the party had already set presents around the room–assumed aesthetic and all–and I remember being wasted to the extent I got offended at the prospect of Santa coming too early. So in my drunken haze, I thought it’d be a good idea to seek out the fire place, and attempt to squeeze inside to climb up to the chimney, in hopes I’d catch him. Lord only knows what I was planning in the event I did. Can one casually give Santa a piece of their mind? Needless to say, I was restrained before I could get anywhere near the roof.”

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✖‿✖: do you prefer beer, liquor or cherry coke?

“Cherry coke. As much as I love anything alcoholic, beer and liquor is either too bitter, or too strong for my sweet tooth.”