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What's the culture around getting sick like in Korea?
In the States if we get sick, we just chug DayQuil and go to work anyway so we don't get fired, which tends to horrify Europeans, who apparently take the day off until they feel better. (There's also a bit of a class element, since better-paying jobs tend to also offer more sick days, but there's still cultural pressure to Be Productive even if you're middle+ class.) Which end of the scale does Korea tend to land on? Does it matter what job you have (flower shop vs idol for example lol)?
Narcotics or psychotropic durgs are strictly regulated in Korea so no nyquil or dayquil anytime soon.
Anyways, in Korea you usually have to work through the pain and illness so regardless of whether you have a cold or a broken arm, as long as you can still function, you can still go to work (and it's not life-threatening)
Just wear a mask if you have something contagious so you don't spread it around, and also get a prescription from a clinic so you can pick up medicine to get better as soon as possible
Do you think it would be different for people who sing for work? Like specifically the idol industry.
Because from what I know about professional singers (admittedly very little), they're incredibly protective of their voices. So would they be still working on the non-singing/talking parts of their work?
With the exception of your voice being shot or more extreme cases, nope. Many idols have performed withh an eye infection, broken leg, chronic pain, etc.
I like to HC (and admittedly wink at canon a little) that part of why Bobby and the rest of Huntrix is so supportive of giving Rumi time off to take care of her voice is because of Celine.
Think about it: she is laser-focused on achieving that Golden Honmoon so her daughter ward can be cured of her demon-ness, and Rumi's voice being intact is the lynchpin in that plan. Without it everything crumbles and she cannot have that. Thus at the slightest hint that something's up with her voice it's instant voice rest, bed rest, and hot tea with honey for her, because Honmoon forbid she damage those vocal chords.
Rumi hates it.
Because she can work! She's not that sick! And anyway Celine hasn't taken a sick day in her life! (Celine would appreciate her personal habits being left out of this conversation, it's different for her don't ask why) It's just a tickle-
Celine: Shut up and drink your tea.
'Faults and fears must never be seen' Yes, they must not, which is why Rumi is not leaving this house until her voice is back to 100%. Also why Mira and Zoey were so cool trying to fix Rumi's voice themselves: they saw the gold, they get it's important to Rumi, and they know that if they get their beloved mommentor involved they're doing 'Golden' press sans their leader, damn public opinion, and that just wouldn't feel right to any of them XD
i've heard a good chunk about pre-debut mira being jealous of rumi because she's so perfect and so skilled at everything. and that's fair! that's probably true. however ☝️ may i add another reason for her antagonism towards rumi?
celine. to be more precise, her relationship with celine. because celine is, by all criteria except biological, rumi's mom. and they're close with each other.
they cut vegetables side by side in the kitchen, they share inside jokes from rumi's childhood, they move in sync in the way only a mother and a daughter can. all mira can see is what she has been missing out on. she even envies rumi when celine lectures her (her parents were always so cold and indifferent—if she had stuck her finger into a socket, they would not have batted an eye).
so not only is this girl perfect at everything, she actually has someone she can call family.
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for the first few months of their career post debut, rumi and mira look around to make sure no one’s watching before they’re physically affectionate with one another, both to maintain their image as rivals and their respective images as the cool, professional leader and tough, intimidating rebel. the only person they’re okay being affectionate in front of is zoey, of course, although even then, they weren’t affectionate in front of her for a while after actually becoming friends.
they become a little more comfortable with it as time goes on and they get more comfortable stepping out of their assigned personas more, but they still maintain a healthy distance for a while (mostly because of rumi’s unhealthy distance from the other two)
once the three of them are all together, however, that distance immediately disappears. rumi climbs into mira’s lap regularly (or, if mira thinks she’s too far away, she pulls her onto her lap), mira plays with rumi’s hair on camera, they’re caught nuzzling noses on multiple occasions and are nonchalant about being caught. theyre giggling and blushing and being sweet on one another like its nothing.
(its both everything and nothing to them. everything, because they love each other so much and the distance being closed off is so so nice. nothing, because it feels so easy to sink into this, to be so loving with one another.)
people freak out because “what the fuck happened. why are they suddenly on top of each other. i thought only zoey was like that.”
and zoeys like “lol no. they’re just fucking shy dorks who got self conscious about being affectionate in public. we’re all like that with each other.” (because suddenly mira is climbing into zoeys lap and rumi is insisting on piggyback rides from zoey, too. they all almost lost one another, and now none of them can bear the physical distance between them anymore)
after that, rumi and mira gain a new reputation for being the secret softies of huntrix
Celine straightened at Zoey's question and, shading her eyes, looked out across the planting beds towards the woods bordering the grounds of the hanok. Boughs laden with crimson-tipped buds waving gently in the breeze; a sparrow darting amidst the dappled shadows; the Honmoon shimmering peacefully above; overall a peaceful albeit unremarkable scene.
And yet Zoey had glimpsed something obviously unusual.
"What's what?" Celine turned from the vista to where Zoey was supposed to be planting carrots. The young woman was staring at Celine with-
Uh oh.
-with her Sunlight Sisters Fangirl(tm) look.
Celine suppressed a groan. She loved Zoey, really; in a surprisingly short time her and Mira had become like daughters to her, to the point where they opted to spend parents' day with her and she had ceased objecting. She loved her enthusiasm for music, her zest for life, and how passionate she was about her special interests.
She just…didn't always love being one of those special interests.
Wordlessly, Zoey lifted an arm, bent it at the elbow, and pointed at the small of her own back.
That was all it took for realization to click and Celine to mentally hurl every curse in the book and then some at her teenage self.
And also at herself for pairing low-rise jeans with a decision to show her support of Rumi by showing more skin.
A very bad combination.
"Nothing important," Celine said lightly, stepping around the planting box to work on the one behind Zoey, taking care to hike up the waistband of her jeans.
"It's something…" Mira, from where she was helping Rumi stake tomatoes (in the loosest sense possible, what with 'official stake holder' being something of an empty title), said in a singsong.
"It's really not." Celine knelt by her strategically chosen bed and started re-smoothing dirt over hills of beans.
Apparently, for the Youth of Today, that was akin to an incriminating remark. Zoey spun away from her carrots and, leaning on the edge of the box, shoved her face so close that Celine could count her freckles. "OMG. Do you have a tramp stamp?!?"
Snap! went the stake Rumi was positioning.
Celine blinked, years of being first an idol then a CEO and never letting herself be caught off-guard by a question dissolved in an instant. A heat that had nothing to do with the late-morning sun rose up her neck.
"You do!" Mira sounded far too delighted.
Silence was also incriminating.
"Girls! Come on!" Rumi- may the Honmoon bless and keep Rumi a thousand times over- shot her girls a withering look. "This is Celine you're talking about. Celine, who you both agreed is a stick in the mud."
Celine supposed she should take offense at that, but she was an intelligent woman; intelligent enough to not challenge her defense.
Rumi made a sound like the very idea was ridiculous. "You probably saw a mole or scar or something. She wouldn't get a tattoo. Especially a tramp stamp. Right, Celine?"
"And remember!" Before Celine could agree, Mira ducked her chin to peer over her glasses at Celine. "No more secrets. No more lies."
Celine cringed like Mira's words were a whip biting a reminder across her back. Right.
She cursed her one-year-ago self.
Rumi blanched, Celine's abstaining from instant agreement crashing over her like icemelt. "Right?" The desperation in her voice was palpable.
Sighing heavily, Celine stood. May as well get this over with. Turning around, she shifted her stance and, deafening her ears to the sounds Zoey was making behind her, tugged down her jeans just enough to show it.
That goddamn tramp stamp.
The tomato stakes clattered to the ground.
"I was…impulsive, in my youth," she said, rubbing her neck awkwardly as she felt all three girls stare.
"And you wound up with a tramp stamp how?" Mira asked, apparently the only member of Huntrix whose brain was functioning at the moment.
Oh how she wished she hadn't asked…
"I was young. I wanted to be cool. And sexy. I thought this was a good way to do it."
Mira barked a laugh; Zoey made another sound Celine chose to not hear; Rumi was still silent.
"And if you must know," Celine continued, deciding she may as well give the full story and create a teachable moment. "I chose a place of poor repute and it got infected, so my mentors found out." And Honmoon, how she wished she could forget that day. "If you get tattoos- when you are no longer under contract- choose your parlor wisely and ask to see all their licenses."
"Yes ma'am." Mira was not even bothering to hide the laughter in her voice.
Deciding she'd given them ample time for ogling Celine turned back around. She was met with one smirk, one fangirl whose face was a danger to the naked eye, and one Rumi redder than the future tomatoes.
Time to get things back on track.
And off her…vestige of undeveloped critical thinking skills.
Before she disappeared into the woods and never rejoined society.
Clearing her throat, she tipped her head at Zoey's bare planting bed. "Now, I would like to have carrots come-"
"THAT IS SO COOL!!!!" Zoey shrieked loud enough Celine swore the Honmoon flinched. "You don't know how many headcanons this matches up with!"
Oh, she knew. She wished she didn't.
"Ugh…" Rumi rubbed her eyes as Zoey continued babbling about how "I always pegged you as the one to have a secret tattoo" and "it really suits you" (should she take that as a compliment…?). "I did not need to see that…"
"What?" Mira poked Rumi with a tomato stake. "You don't think she looks hot with it?"
Celine fought the urge to pull her shoulders up to her ears. Could this get any more embarrassing?
"Why didn't you get it removed?" Rumi asked, pointedly ignoring Mira's question. "We're rich!"
Celine winced. Apparently, it could. "Well, your mother liked it…"
It was hard to tell what was louder: Zoey's scream, or Rumi's.
I'd like to think that at the very beginning, Rumi might have trouble initiating affection even though she very much wants to
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Unrelated but I haven't had a lot of access to my main drawing tablet for the past week, I only have my travel one which is why I've been posting so many of these messier doodles🫠 I doubt anyone other than myself really notices the difference between my travel drawings and the ones from my main tablet anyway but whatever 😭 I should be able to return to my main one in a few days😋
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