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hello from here as well, flora reporting in with HWANG YEJUN, or JUN - lead vocal and lead dancer of PLATINUM. this man has changed quite a bit but at the core he’s still the same cat loving man, he’s more of an actor than composer now ( though he wants to pursue that as well ) - he’s now a ‘93 linerl, so a year younger. a TL;DR, was a trainee at BC from 2007 - 2009, auditioned for gold star media, got accepted and debuted in 2011 with PLATINUM.

plots will come sometime this week until then i’m happy to brainstorm! 

一 KOREAN COMEBACK SOLO ❛ RECORDING HIS SOLO SONG ❜

“ we are already ten years into the game, i think you underestimate your ability to remember our choreography, ” he laughs, they had been idols for ten years already and maybe that was why gold star did not care as much about their carees as their younger artists. yejun didnt care either way, they got comebacks here and there and he could act as well, so it worked out for him anyway.

shit hits the fan when boredom hits, and they’ve managed to exhaust all means of a free-day within a decade. cat cafes, and gyujeong manages to muster out a chuckle, dismissive wave at hand. “a cat cafe? you’re in a fashion capital of the world and you choose to spend your time with those damn creatures?” suspicion has his brow crooked, tending to the shake of his head.

time passes, but yejun remains the same.

and maybe, it’s just this piece of reminder that shows him everything’s not gone entirely to shit yet. 

gyujeong rests his legs in front of him, hands with both palms pressed behind. one stare into the ceiling, and a full-force stretch has another yawn that leaves his mouth. too bad, he’s too lazy to catch it. “ten years means a lot of shitty choreography. i don’t have the brain cells to memorize each one — it’s just easier to jump around, pretend to be hype.” his chin rests back down to his chest as he raises his gaze towards his member. “how many times do they expect us to finger snap to standing mics anyway?”

it was a known fact amongst their fans that yejun loved his cats, but he was also fond of the feline creatures in general - " you really shouldn't be surprised at that, " he grins widely. he was more introverted than extroverted, so yejun found it almost natural to want to spend time with the felines rather than humans sometime.

regardless of that, had he been younger, maybe he would have gone out to big crowds - gone to bars or shopping but... yejun doesn't need much for himself, he almost has it all, and what he needs now, can't be bought with money.

" really? " he lifts his brows at the male, considering they have these tours almost every year; some of their choreo did come more naturally to their others. like the titles from their debut years, those songs didn't always stick to his mind like glue, and yejun had to refresh. despite that he liked to think he remembered most of their choreography.

ten years together, a whole decade. by now, any changes in gyujeong’s tone or the small subtle shifts of his facial expressions is a no-brainer that yejun can pick up on all of it.

really gets retaliated with a nod of gyujeong’s chin, his chin tucked low avoiding any eye-contact with any staff. after all, any potential conversation is shot straight to the ground when yesterday’s high becomes fucked over by today’s reality of schedules. “if you weren’t here, what would you be doing in tokyo anyways?” gyujeong asks, taking a seat on the ground with his legs stretched from one end to the other. one bend to the side, and a mediocre attempt at the other — he forgets how painful his limbs feel at the first stretch of the day.

“at this point, i’m relying on instinct. if i fuck up on stage, all i’ll do is jump around and smile — pretend like i’m having the time of my life or some shit. if the fans are happy, then gold star will be less on my ass about things.” after all, the truth tastes sweeter until the realization hits deep: he’s nothing more than a cookie cutter piece for the fans’ consumptions.

yejun was ever so grateful to have gyujeong and the other platinum members by his side. The last ten years had been filled with multiple rollercoasters, and he was confident that had it not been for the members, he would not have gotten as far as he did if it wasn't for them.

he crouches down next to gyujeong, thinking about the question posed to him. what would he be doing if it wasn't for his schedule, would he even be in japan? " i would go visit a cat cafe, or probably multiple cat cafes, " it was a half-serious answer, her would be visiting the cat cafes that was for sure but probably just one. if not he would be reminded of his own cats back home, who he thankfully had someone look after them for him while he was in japan.

jiah figures that if she worked a different job and had lived a different life at the beginning of her 20’s, she would probably have pushed her luck a lot more when it comes to yejun and their friendship. she remembers apologizing, but it was not enough if that disagreement kept them apart for nearly a decade. there’s a lot of things looking back that make her regret her decisions, but she had so much in her head back in the day, and no maturity to process everything she needed.

she thought that if she didn’t break the silence that was doomed to fall upon them, yejun would eventually just get past her, and they’d go back to their now usual dynamic. she also feared that she would chicken out, and jiah herself would be the one to turn on her heels and go back the same way that she came. so, with that in mind, she had decided that her impulsiveness of the moment was the one feeling she could trust the most at that exact time.

jiah easily regrets impulsive decisions, though, and it’s clear in her face that she starts to think they should have gone their separate ways if that’s the result of her opening her mouth. she smiles awkwardly and purses her lips in a thin line as she looks at everywhere but his face. “i’ve been doing quite well, yeah. work keeps me busy, so it’s nice,” she almost asks him the same thing back but decides against it. “sorry for blocking your way,” she decides to say feeling defeated suddenly, “i won’t bother you any longer. you must have other things to do. it’s great seeing you though.”

had he always been this awkward around the shorter? no, they used to be good friends, and then something happened, a misunderstanding. yejun felt a wave of nostalgia come over him while looking at her. they were in the same company, so he saw her around, and she was also a famous soloist, so he heard her songs. even if things were like this between them, at one point, he started feeling proud of her and happy on her behalf.

hearing her apologize makes his heart ache just a little; they were both getting older, and honestly, he stopped feeling upset with her a long time ago, but there was never a moment for them to reconcile.

consistently being by himself at times like this was always something that was unlike duri. someone who tends to be very friendly at all times, as well as usually a social butterfly. the last few weeks, he’s been anything but. he couldn’t seem to figure out how to insert himself, besides for being a trainee. it was a big change, something that was taking him longer than normal to get used to, to say the least.

a soft smile kept on his features. he was happy that someone had sat down with him, it made him feel less awkward, and less like everyone was just staring at the kid who was sitting all on his own. 

truth be told, duri couldn’t help the awkward silence that had occurred for a moment. he looks up again, the smile growing upon his features. he reached his arm out as well, to take the hand to shake. “my name is park duri, it’s nice to meet you as well!” he says. 

after a handshake had occurred, his arm would no longer be extended. his arm rested by his side for a few moments, elbow never going on the table. truth be told, training was already a lot, but duri was having some good fun with it. though, going to school and training at the same time was a lot, but he was getting through it to reach his dreams. that’s what mattered the most, right? at least he has coffee. 

“i’ve only been here for a few weeks? i started at the beginning of the month,” he explained. “how about you?”

yejun looks at the other when he tells him their trainee period, his mouth forming into a circular shape. trying to remember how he felt back when he first joined BC what now felt so long ago, but it hadn't been that long, it just felt like that. some valued the hierarchy, but as a trainee, yejun didn't think of it as important; even if he had a small hope that he would debut there was still a chance he wouldn't.

" i have been here since 2007, so its my second year, " he nods slowly, two years felt like so long, maybe because he has spent so much time there, in between going to middle and high school, " i auditioned back then, i was 14, and now i am turning 16 soon, my trainee period isn't as long as some others there though. "

he turns and looks around at the other trainees in the cafeteria, " oh, you don't have to worry about speaking formally to me either. to me it feels silly to do that when we have not even debuted yet. "

the universe sure feels like a voyeur when she’s standing head to head with yejun again — her eyes narrowed, hands on hips. the jolly beat that perches her smile vacant when she takes a step to her side, stretching down. “the universe wouldn’t want anything more than to see two happy idols, but sadly, i think we’re immune to the effects and forces of the supernatural universe when we live on gold star’s territory.” minjung replies, voice matter-of-factly singsonging the obvious.

her palms fall to the floor, bending herself ninety degrees before the class marks the start. yoga, peace of mind — but the fragments of her semblance begin to break when the uncanny encounters leave her to firmly press her teeth to her bottom lip. “are you a hidden fan of yoga or do you have a thing with one of these trainees?” a question that peeks past her shoulder, and she gives him a stare. “i don’t see many male idols participating in yoga or pilates all too often.”

there must truly be some higher-up power, mixing and matching just for the heck of it. yejun is sure of that much; whatever they expected to come out of this was not going to happen. yejun could never see minjung as anything other than a junior with an attitude, a friend at most, but they weren't that close.

" happiness is an illusion, " he says, as he almost genuinly believes it even if he remembers being happy once upon a time.

yejun starts stretching next to her, bending down and to the side. if anything good has come out of this it would be his flexibility. though he had never had the desire to show that off, as a dancer, one needed to have some flexibility, and next year he would be turning thirty, he needed to keep in shape in any way he could.

starter for @fmdjun​ / tokyo date of platinum tour

gyujeong’s spent most of his day prior the only way manageable: shopping. the streets filled with the niche shops, and the small little walk ins, crossed off checklists — by the time he’s finished, he’s already packing his second rimowa with pieces that hinge his lips on the upward portions of his cheeks. 

brimming ear to ear, it’s that retail therapy feeling he can’t shake off when he has a bag hung over his wrist, marching straight into the lights and blows of stage preparations. 

he nods his head to the background dancers, grin softening. enough that it’s nothing menacing, more of an ode to the subtle thanks read in between the lines. and by the time he reaches his member, he tosses the bag straight to yejun. “i did some shopping yesterday — found a few pieces that won’t fit in my carrier. so, lucky for you, i decided you can take these.” a white lie when the pieces come from a place of gratitude. a present lined for the words that don’t slide off his tongue so easily in sentimental times.

“now, you ready for this round of rehearsals? i hope this time it’s not gonna be so damn long.” 

being in japan, touring again felt so weird. the last time they had been in japan was february but it felt longer since then maybe because they had released multiple singles in japan since then. yejun had made his way to the tokyo tower and there enjoyed the view, only a few recognized him and dared approach him but most recognized him as an actor and not as an idol.

that was how he spent the day prior, resting and just trying to relax, but when he woke up the next day, he felt tired still. not sleeping in his own bed felt awkward.

once he arrives at the concert location, he greets everyone there until his eyes find gyujeong. eyes widen as he catches the bag tossed at him, brows lifting knowingly as he peeks inside. they had been in a group for ten years now, yejun knew the male better than the other would like to admit at this point, " really? "

the moment the door opens, max couldn’t help but beam at the elder idol. the surprise in his features only got a chuckle from the younger male in return as he steps in, proceeding to neatly take his shoes off in the entry way.

“really? I already shook the box of snacks but I guess she didn’t pick up on it,” he muses before attempting to shake the box once more.

“hawkie~,” he calls in a sweet voice, the tiny crack on the higher pitch ignored in favor in his quest for finding the feline. at last he watches the cat strut up towards him majestically which automatically has max crouching down to reach out and pat the animal. “hey there~ did you miss me, hm?”

yejun hadn't invited someone over to his apartment in weeks, he had been busy at goldstar with his schedules and preparing for their japanese comeback that he honestly had neglected his friends just a little. now before the comeback and before he would be shipped off to japan for god knows how long this time, he took the opportunity.

he glances over at the cat resting on the cat tower, her ears perking up at the sound of max's voice calling her. then she walked towards him, yejun's eyes followed his beloved pet all the way, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

“Why, thank you for noticing!” Grinning, Chiaki playfully winked at Yejun. “You’re pretty cute too, so it’s not like I can just lean back and not bring my best game, no?” She enjoyed the praise and attention—it wasn’t like she hadn’t learnt that making her sense of self-worth dependent on other people’s attention was detrimental, but if she didn’t enjoy being fawned over at least a little bit what was she, if not majorly misplaced in the idol industry?

Delighted that Yejun seemed to have been keeping up with what Equinox had been getting up to, Chiaki shimmied along to his voice. “Aw, bummer you can’t join us  for a performance! Looks like you’re all good to tiki taka along if you ask me! I’d show you the dance moves too, if you needed someone to tutor you.” She shrugged and reached over to steal a bite of chocolate, nevermind that she’d brought the treat along as a gift for him. She’d make it up to him in some other way.

“I think that still sounds like quite a busy day,” she added, shifting to have a better look at Yejun’s face. “Are you excited for the song? I won’t ask you for details, don’t worry, just… an emotional preview, so to say? Is the Japanese comeback Hwang Yejun-approved?” Chiaki propped her cheek against her palm, a friendly smile on her face. “Did you write your cats a paternal love song? I feel like that’s not something people do often enough, considering how beloved pets can be…” 

Not for the first time, Chiaki caught herself feeling a little envious. Sure, she didn’t feel like she was missing a pet, exactly, Equinox was kept pleasantly busy and she liked the independence of being able to come and go as she pleased in her spare time. She did, however, feel a little jealous when thinking of that kind of companionship. Being single was fine, that wasn’t really much of a big deal, as evidenced by her arrangement with Yejun, whatever physical needs she had were well taken care of. But she could imagine coming home to a pet had to be rewarding and comforting. “How are the kitties? Can you tell them I miss them when you get home today?”

chiaki's playful nature was always something yejun appreciated, it was one that hat initially attracted him to her, " i am turning thirty next year chiaki. i shouldn't be cute at this point. doesn't lethally attractive suit me better? " yejun strikes a playful but charismatic pose but he ends up cracking his famous eye-smile instead, which fans all had agreed was a national treasure that needed to be insured.

" you want to see me dance tiki taka? i think your fans would be disappointed if i did, i don't think they'd appreciate it. " yejun did keep up with what the groups of his friends were releasing; what kind of friend would he be if he didn't do that much? " if you teach me though, i might reconsider learning the dance for it. "

yejun sees her reaching for the chocolate and chuckles before taking a quick bite of it for himself, " you have to be faster than that. "

" it has been busier than most of my days, " he nods slowly as he thinks of the japanese comeback this time around he purses his lips, overall it doesn't feel groundbreaking but it is a decent comeback for them as a group. although yejun would much rather have a korean comeback, " it is alright, i think we have had better releases but i don't have much say in our japanese releases. unfortunately, we recorded a few korean releases in japanese though which i am sure the japanese fans will appreciate. "

" if i could, i would dedicate an an entire mini album to my cats, write one song for each of the cats, " he nods firmly, it is something he is half-joking about and half-serious. if goldstar would let him release something like that, he would be having all the fun with it. it was a known fact that yejun adored his cats, it is why he doesn't mind being single as much because his house always feels lively no matter what he does, " they are great, i had to take thor to the vet the other day because he wasn't eating. he was just constipated. he is fine now though. "

jiah’s first time working on a drama as the lead is nothing short of amusing, and she has been trying to do her best to show her competence as someone who’s not only an actress but also an idol before everything. she could only be very thankful to gold star that she didn’t have to worry about selene’s promotions, but there were meetings to attend and things to solve, and it’s not as if jiah can go too long without practicing and singing for a little bit.

that was her intent for stopping by, mainly. jiah missed singing, and that was where she felt the most comfortable always. and her group was also going to contribute to the ost for strong woman, so it’s not like she had no reason at all to be there.

jiah, though, didn’t expect to have any meaningful encounters. seeing trainees in the corridors, meeting with the staff she had known for years, greeting old acquaintances. she was ready for that. jiah didn’t expect to cross paths with yejun, though. not so directly, at least. they work for the same company, so eventually seeing each other would happen, but jiah unconsciously tried to avoid him, so hard ever since the incident. 

her eyes were fixed on everywhere but at him when they bumped into each other. they entered that weird dance of not knowing which way to go, and jiah closed her eyes and sighed more out of embarrassment than frustration. it wasn’t until yejun solved their door impediment that jiah looked up at him. "hi, hey, uhm, thank you,” she says quickly as she fumbles with the hem of her shirt, “long time no see,” she mentally kicks herself. “it’s good to see you, yejun. how are you?”

seeing jiah again brought up multiple thoughts and feelings, at least this close because he had seen her from a distance multiple times. unless it was for a schedule, the two hadn't really had any meaningful conversations for... nine years? which felt weird to think about, they used to be so close but things suddenly changed for him and she had let him down, which in that moment had been unforgivable to the then twenty-year-old boy.

the years had gone by, the distance between them grew, and there was never a fitting moment for them to make up... for him to apologize to her for his immature behavior back then.

yejun, however hadn't expected her to be the first one to break the silence between them, if anything, he would have just left this moment be one of those moments where he wished he had done something. his eyes shift, and they meet hers for a moment; unsure how to respond to jiah in this situation, he just stares at her flabbergasted for a few seconds before snapping back to the real world.

*  𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖒𝖘  ●  20211020. from yoo rioh to unknown ( wrong ) number !

〈  SENT, 02:34 PM  〉 →   okay, be honest with me. 〈  SENT, 02:34 PM  〉 →   is it desperate or clingy… 〈  SENT, 02:35 PM  〉 →   to want a boyfriend for my b-day? 〈  SENT, 02:35 PM  〉 →   🙈 🙈 🙈 〈  SENT, 02:35 PM  〉 →   i’m plagued with loneliness today! 😩 〈  SENT, 02:51 PM  〉 →   wait omg omg omg kajsdnsakjdna 〈  SENT, 02:51 PM  〉 →   i didn’t mean to send this to you !!!!!!

first yejun wasn't sure how to respond to this if he should respond at all. when he received the texts, he figured it would be alright not to react but at the mention that the person was lonely ( person he assumes to be a female because of the mention of boyfriend ). instead of doing the usual thing in a scenario like this, he decides to type up a simple reply, with a splash of humor.

「 SMS ━━━━━━━  received from ‘ unknown number ’  」

📤◞  i think, it is fine to want a boyfriend for your birthday.

📤◞  i doubt you will get one, if you dont go out!

yejun smiles to himself, and he is about to put his phone away before he remembers the mention of a birthday. the older figures, it wouldn't hurt to wish whoever was on the other side of the phone a happy birthday.

everyday had managed to feel like it was duri’s first, even if each day had ended up being different. it was probably just those walls that he had managed to be behind right now. that turtle shell that he couldn’t seem but to leave quite yet. he’d take peaks around those walls, giving a warm smiles to those that passed by him, and sometimes you could hear him talking softly to trainers. but, simply, that was how it worked for a boy who simply wasn’t good with change. most people had seemed to notice, while others just kind of let it go. however, it probably wasn’t a good look to be keeping to himself. but, he was sure he’d get comfortable. when would that be? he’s not entirely sure, but it would probably occur. 

today was just not that day, as he sat at an empty table by himself with his lunch. it was that same kind of healthy meal that you were prone to get from bc entertainment. it wasn’t the greatest, but you got used to it a bit. though, he does miss eating his own cooking somedays - something he learned early on to cook dinner at home for his uncle and aunt, whom were busy with the café at dinner time, it was just how duri helped out. but, he could get used to the meals given by bc entertainment. 

he shook his head to the other, “i don’t mind at all!” he said, given the other a bit of a bigger smile - different than the usual smile he had been carrying around. “please, sit!” he said, being his usual warm self, that probably hasn’t been seen quite yet in bc entertainment, due to him being more quiet currently. 

maybe it was his spider senses tingling; yejun knew what it was to be a new trainee at a company as big and accomplished as bc. he had been there himself a few years ago. now he was considered a senior trainee, and it was his responsibility to take care of the newer trainees; he thought it would be nicer to eat with someone.

yejun smiled at the male as he slid his lunch tray on the table and seated himself across from the new face.

there was a moment of silence before the senior trainee decided to speak, " my name is hwang yejun, it is nice to meet you," he reaches out his arm at the other.

for a moment, yejun got reminded of the time he started as a trainee. all the late nights and early mornings he spent practicing because he was and is still in school, so those hours were the only ones he could practice at. while also trying to do decently in school, though he had to admit he was sleeping through a few classes.