Struck Me Down

Okay, so Woobin has yet to fail miserably, so here we go with Future Dreams S5! He’s actually enjoying himself now, especially after his feedback from Blazing and his little ‘diss battle’ with Seo Haneul. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep myself organised enough to update this regularly to stay even more organised! If you’d like to plot (particularly for Future Dreams) please like this post and I’ll message you! I also have Twitter and Discord (available upon request).

[ Last Updated: Aug. 18 ‘22 ]

FUTURE DREAMS S5 [ PT2 ]

FD S5 Thread(s): [ open! ] Family Concert 2k22: [ open! ] Interview Solo: [ tbd ]

NON-EVENT THREADS:

Moping-Ground: Max Shiver Me Timbers: Keeho  Please Bear With Me: Hyoseop Try To Be Nice: Dawon Dinner Dates: Tee Unprepared: Anna Special Place: Yuan Ticking Time Bomb: Jinyoung  Decisions: Woohee Colors and Shapes: Yujin

OLD EVENT THREADS: [ if you want to drop these, pls lmk! ]

New Digs: Dawon New Side of Me: Dowoon Max Step: Chaekyung

lgcwoohee​:

she gets his point. she really does. but the fact that woobin has consistently had to be persuaded that he is capable of far more than he gives himself credit for is a reflection of the way things have always been; it’s the same as before this time. she sets her spoon down and raises both hands to his face, grabbing his cheeks with her thumbs and pointer fingers and beginning to pull a couple times. “stop. stop right here.” 

she’s reprimanding him in a lighthearted manner, never harshly, and she ultimately lets go after giving the now-red skin a few pats. “what do you gain from being so negative about yourself? exactly - nothing. why don’t you let yourself just enjoy the experience? the things you will see, the people you will get to know. it’s a one in a lifetime opportunity.” her hands return to her lap as she sighs softly and beams a modest but encouraging smile. “you think you can’t win and can’t force yourself to change that thinking? then just have fun.”

Sometimes, Woobin feels like Woohee’s big brother, as though he were born at least a year before her, and his job is to protect her. Other times, and frankly more often, he feels like Woohee was born years before him, and talks to him as though he were a baby. He doesn’t mind really, not when it comes from Woohee. From anyone else he’d be horrified, but Woohee has the privilege of being his twin, the person closest to him, who knows him best, and who can get away with murder around him. So, when she pinches his cheeks and pulls on them he merely frowns at her, but lets her do it without complaint. 

lgcxjiwon​:

❝ fulfillment, abundance the number usually indicates completion, and it this case the journey was well worth it. provide guidance to those who struggle, you will be rewarded tenfold. @lgcwoobin

“oh come on, help me out here a bit-“ it’s rare for jiwon to whine, he usually kept that for people he knew could annoy by whining, not beg. right now, he was begging woobin for the bare minimum assistance. “i know you don’t like me, but i’m really trying to mend things between yujin and i, give me a break.“ honestly it was getting ridiculous at this point. jiwon has just asked the other where should i take yujin on a date, and now he was pretty much fishing for key words and help. really not a great start to his day if you asked him.

however, jiwon was pretty sure woobin didn’t know how stubborn he could be about things. this was currently one of them because he was actually given him a hint or two about the direction they were heading in, and as much of a dog that he was, jiwon actually wanted to be on good terms with yujin. show her he isn’t a complete waste of time, though he thinks messing around for a few months was gonna be hard to mend “help me and i promise, you won’t see my face for two weeks, i don’t even want you to say anything nice about me to yujin, just tell me where she would like to go on a date.” simply put, jiwon was desperate at this point.

Oh hell no, there is no way in hell Woobin is helping this dude with wooing his best friend. Absolutely not. Yujin may be beautiful, and desirable, and available (though Woobin would prefer to disagree on that) but it doesn’t mean Woobin has to help her suitors. If people really wanted to ask her out they’d get to know her well enough first to know what Woobin knows—where she likes to eat, where she likes to relax, where she likes to go for walks or sit and chat. Woobin knows it all, and he’s not about to just hand over the hard-earned information just so someone can use it for personal gains.

“Why should I tell you? Shouldn’t you already know what kind of places she likes to go? If you like her so much, you’d know these things about her.” Woobin can almost feel himself jutting his chin out defiantly at Jiwon, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring a little. “Look, I appreciate that you’re trying, it’s more than a lot of guys would do. And I’m glad you care enough to at least want to take her somewhere she likes.” Woobin’s protective, though. He doesn’t really want to see Yujin go off with some man who’s not good enough for her and get hurt again. 

lgcxdawon​:

Dawon’s blood runs cold when he hears Woobin call Yuan and Aiden disgusting, and his head fills up with fuzz in such a way that his subsequent words blur into a hum, a hum that makes Dawon rage on the inside. 

Woobin is lucky that Dawon doesn’t snatch his throat to strangle him. 

He can only manage a scoff. 

“Disgusting?” he says, as if he’s measuring the word upon his tongue, “The only thing that’s disgusting is your fucking attitude, but I can’t say I’m surprised you think this way.” 

He spits the words with an unmistakable venom, wishing they could sting as much as he intends them to, a grimace on his brow. Suddenly he feels like he’s viewing himself from a third person perspective, his head no longer fuzzy, but hollow and light, floating above him. 

“Why am I even here right now?”

Once second, things are fine, good even, and the next Woobin feels like he’s got whiplash—what did he say?! He’s so confused; how could Dawon have taken offence with anything he just said? Surely he’s of the same opinion that the company keeping creepy videos of people doing private things is gross. Maybe Dawon agrees that the company was right to keep those recordings, but it just doesn’t seem like an opinion he would hold. Admittedly, Woobin doesn’t know Dawon as well as he could, but he’s sure he’s not some boot-licker. 

“Huh? What so you agree with what they did? Like you don’t think it’s even a little gross?” He’s baffled, truly. How could he have gotten Dawon so wrong? Surely that can’t be it, right? But what else could Dawon think he meant besides what he does mean?

Things have been going well. Or as well as he could hope for them to go. His group, and dorm situation isn’t ideal, but then he’s rarely in the dorm, and when he’s practising he’s trying his utmost to not let anything get in his way. He was dangerously close to elimination, and he’s not going to let that happen again. The more time he spends with the other contestants, working towards one burning desire, a dream that feels so utterly unattainable right now, he’s reminded of why he auditioned for Legacy in the first place. He’d become disillusioned with idoldom over the years of training, seeing no end in sight, but now there seems a pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel, and he’s no longer sure if he truly wants to give it all up to become an actor instead. 

lgcxmax​:

Max giggles at the complaint, deciding to check the other’s screen more than his own. He knew they were doomed this run anyways. He does make sure to not kill himself accidently though,  keeping an eye out for any potential danger and shadowing Woobin just in case he’d manage to get the hang out of it and they could have a shot to take at least one squad down. 

In the midst of looting for himself he hears the other speak up again, curiously looking over once more to see him moving around a lot more fluidly already. “Nice- yeah just aim ahead- sweet!” Checking his own map he’s sure to wrap around the other side in case they tried to retreat, managing to catch his teammate off guard and taking him down easily.

“Everyone’s that’s not me. We all are in duos for this round so you have teams of two we’re going up against right now. When you see them crawl on the ground that means they’re down and their teammate is probably close by in an attempt to bring them back up.”

Woobin enjoys playing games, but usually they’re the kind that are easy and that kids can play, like Mario Kart or Pokemon. He honestly doesn’t even know many other games, though he’s heard of stuff like League of Legends. Frankly he doesn’t have much desire to get into gaming, he’d far rather be doing some sort of sport or watching a show he likes. Maybe one day he’ll ask Max about all the other games out there, though, just to expand his general knowledge. He supposes since Max knows about this game he must know about a ton, since Woobin’s only ever heard of stuff from Nintendo, really. 

Woobin makes his little character run around in circles, shooting at objects to try and get a hang of the aim, still. He’s running over a little hill when he spots another figure moving ahead of him, that he’s pretty sure isn’t Max’s person, so he tries to aim at them, shooting a few times, but misses, and realises now they know where he is, and starts trying to run back the way he came. “Oh no- Max I think I messed up.” He can’t help but laugh though, the situation just seeming rather comical to him. 

lgcdowoon​:

FUTURE DREAMS 05 : scary time ft. @lgcwoobin​

during a break from the group practice, dowoon was frustrated. the dance and vocals were coming easier the more he practiced and he really believed that his team would be able to pull off a good performance on august 6th. however, there was a glaring problem for him: dowoon was too cute. usually with his performances he used his charming/refreshing appearance to help him capture the viewer(s) attention. and so far, it worked fairly well! but, he just could not seem to get the ‘villian’ character of hala hala down. this performance went against his every instinct, so his acting had to be on point.

luckily (and he wondered if this was on purpose) his group had at least one person who was actually trained as an actor. the other might not have as much training in technical skills as dowoon, but if the performances  he groaned as he watched himself in the mirror, looking incredibly not scary. “woobin,” he called to the other trainee in the room as he sat criss-cross in the middle of the room, eyes trained on his face in the floor to ceiling mirror. “how do you turn on the villian when it’s time to perform?” he hoped the younger might have some helpful hints to get him out of his funk.

Woobin’s regretting not putting as much time and effort into his technical performance skills now that he needs them. He’d gotten his singing, rapping and dancing to a level to which he was satisfied with, and then had focused all his energy on acting, and now he was paying the price. He’d spent the first few days of training with his head in his hands every time they took a break, wondering if he was cut out for this as his body refused to follow the dance moves as quickly as everyone else. It’s worse, he realises, when everyone’s sort of competing against one another, and he can tell the ways in which everyone else is stronger than him. Perhaps they aren’t as great in the charisma and personality part of being a performer, but their dancing was clean and they learned fast, their voices where strong and stable even when dancing. 

yujinlgc​:

Starter for: @lgcwoobin

    “remember that hamburger place i kept gloating about? i figured it was time we came together since you’ll be busy soon and i’ll be away pretending to be a sightseer.” 

     with both of their schedules soon to clash, yujin gathered it was about time they met up. and what better place than some hole in the wall where nobody could bother the two. it wasn’t exactly the type of place you would expect the young woman to know about, let alone hang out in and consume greasy foods. 

     now that they were sat and orders were placed, yujin lifted her leg up on the chair so she could lean into it, chin resting on her knees. “you’ll have to tell me everything that happens when i’m gone, okay? i want to feel like i’m experiencing everything you are.” her pout was slight, but visibly on glossy lips, “and i’ll try my best to capture good photographs when exploring, especially in tokyo. can you imagine walking the streets at night and experiencing so much?” her fingernail skimmed the jug of water she had. they were both so lucky to be in their position, but sometimes it felt so surreal. 

     “that’s if they’ll allow us to go out at night.”

Going out to dinner with Yujin before she set off for Japan and the US was so important to Woobin that he shoehorned the dinner date into his busy schedule without a second thought to how he’d find time to practise and sleep. All that didn’t matter when he was about to go weeks without seeing her. He’d never expected, back when they first met, that they’d end up this close, but they just clicked. Sure, it had taken time and they’d both needed to warm up to and learn to trust each other, but these days Woobin wouldn’t hesitate to call her one of his closes friends. Yujin knows things about Woobin that many other people don’t, and when he’s with her he feels much less like he’s pretending than he usually does.  

“I’ll tell you all about how bad I suck, and how quickly I get eliminated.” He jokes, taking a sip of his water. “Seriously though, I’m a little disappointed I’m missing out. You know how much I love learning languages. I could’ve totally used the practise for my Japanese.” He thinks about the trip she’s about to set off on and frowns just a tiny bit to himself—all the trainees setting off to experience different countries felt like something tailored for Woobin especially, and here he was, not going. He had no doubt he’d get eliminated next in Future Dreams, so he wondered if it was even worth it to be missing out on the cultural training stuff. “Don’t go replacing me with some handsome Japanese guy.” He demands with a pout, tracing shapes into the little puddle of condensation his glass had left behind on the table. 

lgcxmax​:

max should have guessed they’d go all out this season. even if it seems a bit off to group them in dorms and groups when they were supposed to have a solo winner but max wouldn’t question something that favoured him. he was a teamplayer so having familiar faces around him 24/7 surely wasn’t something he’d complain about.

so when he found himself in a dorm with woobin, the cameras still rolling for a couple hours before they were left to their own privacy, max suggested to teach woobin pubg since him and wook were always looking for more people to team up with. needless to say he didn’t expect woobin to be even worse than him.

unable to hold his laughter in, max decides to climb down from his bunkbed to settle in next to the other male and help guide him through the tutorial. “it’s just a lot to take in at first. look here are the controls how you change weapons. this is how you move forward. give yourself time to get adjusted to everything. I’m not very good at the game either so no worries.”

Gaming is meant to be a relaxing pastime, right? So, why does Woobin feel more stressed? The little guy on his screen jerks about as his thumb slides too far away from the button to move him, and he keeps shooting when he doesn’t meant to, walking into walls and having a hard time turning the camera angle to see where he’s going. “This is... so complicated. Don’t they have mobile Mario Kart?” He complains. He’d never been good at shooter games, but he thought he might as well try, since there wasn’t much else to do in the new dorms. 

After a minute or two of focusing on the game, just trying to feel out the controls, Woobin realises it isn’t exactly as hard as he’d been making it out to be with all his complaining. “Oh... I think I got it now.” He manages to find his way out from behind the tree he’d been standing behind in the game, walking into for a good five minutes, and tries to aim at a far away building with his weapon. Giving a go at shooting he manages to hit his target somewhat, a huge feat for such an inexperienced player. 

lgcyuan​:

yuan couldn’t remember the last time that he went swimming, but when woobin invited him to the pool, he was quick to say yes. for one thing, he’d be able to dive into cool water now that it’s getting warmer outside, and for another, he’d be in the presence of someone he’s grown quite close to; someone that’s had an alarmingly important impact on his life. their dynamic is one that nourishes yuan in a way that he never thought he needed, and he’s overjoyed to know that he can be a safe space for someone to break down barriers and be themselves, even if it’s only for the small shreds of time they have to hangout one-on-one. he sees a lot of his past self in woobin, and because of that, he feels the fierce need to take care of him; to help him through the confusion and the anger that comes with lifelong suppression. it’s been awhile since he was in that dark state of mind, but he knows all too well how maddening it is to feel like you can’t be expressive, or that you have to conceal everything that makes you beautiful, from everyone else out of fear that you’ll be rejected, or ridiculed, or told you’re unworthy of love or friendship. 

none of that is of importance right now as they intend on having a relaxing time talking, lounging, and cooling off, and once they enter the locker room, yuan sets his bag down on the benches provided; sights set on his comrade. “ i know the struggle, but there’s nothing to worry about — i’m sure you’re just as gorgeous beneath the bb cream and mascara. ” the younger teases, winking out of playfulness. what happens next confuses him, though. he watches as woobin removes his pants and is already wearing his trunks beneath them, and in that moment, he wonders if he should’ve done the same thing. yuan would hate it if he made his friend uncomfortable by stripping all of his clothes off, but it’s not like he can do anything about it now. deciding not to overthink things too much, he gathers his swimwear and kicks off his shoes; timid at the idea of unveiling his torso, but he knows that his senior won’t judge him. at least he hopes that he won’t. 

“ i don’t mind changing here. it’s not like there’s anyone around except for us anyway, ” he adds, then pulls his shirt over his head; throwing it into the locker before him once he gets it open. after, he tugs down his pants and underwear, folding them neatly and putting them up, as well. not wanting to make things awkward, yuan is quick to slip on the trunks he’d newly purchased for the occasion — their hue a beautiful jewel-toned blue. “ alright, that’s it for me !! we have to rinse off before we jump in, right ?? ” he asks, licking over his lips. “ also, your trunks are so cute !! where’d you get ‘em ?? we can be matching the next time we come here !! ” he jokes, pivoting around so he can guide the two of them to the showers he spotted when they walked in. “ i don’t think i’ve ever been to this pool, but that’s largely because i don’t, like, swim all that often, i guess. though, i’ve always wanted to get more into it !! i’ve heard it’s a really great way to exercise, and that it’s also really calming for people, too. does it help calm you down when you’re stressed ??”

There are things about Yuan that initially made Woobin nervous, as well as jealous. He’s so sure of who he is, and Woobin’s not, by any means. When he thinks about who he is Woobin’s left with a dark hole in his head that feels an awful lot like it’s filled with a thick blanket hiding a whole sewage system full of shame-laced problems. He doesn’t want to pull the blanket off and face his demons, at least not yet. Though it seems like Yuan doesn’t even have demons. He’s so free and bright and pleasant to be around and Woobin wonders what he could possibly see in Woobin that he decided to be his friend.

Whatever it was, he’s glad of it. Yuan may have made him feel thrown off kilter at first, but now he’s... a comfort.

“Can’t promise you won’t be blinded by what’s under all this.” He gestures to his face, which is already bare anyway. He wasn’t in the habit of wearing makeup, despite knowing it could cover the dark circles under his eyes, caused by late night tv show binges.

He shoves his clothes into his bag, then glances over to Yuan just in time to see him tug off his pants and underwear, and suddenly Woobin’s face is on fire and he’s turning away so fast he makes himself dizzy. He has to force his mind not to burn the sight of Yuan’s naked body into his brain, hurriedly sweeping the image into a dark corner where he absolutely shall never return for it. Woobin busies himself with locking his bag away, then fastens the key bracelet around his wrist. He’d not yet looked back over at Yuan, too scared to potentially see him naked once again. But he doesn’t have to worry as Yuan speaks up, almost as if he knew Woobin needed the confirmation that he was safely in his swimwear.

“Oh, uh... I think I just got them from some online store. I can see if I can find it again for you.” He says as he follows Yuan to the showers. Stopping under the showerhead for a quick rinse off he finally takes a moment to look at Yuan, biting his lip as he notices how pretty he is. Sure, he knew Yuan was pretty, but now he can tell he’s pretty not just in the face, but elsewhere too, and it makes his stomach knot uncomfortably.

So, he puts it out of his mind.

lgcwoohee​:

she’d have commented on the remark about the looks if him mentioning being eliminated wouldn’t be causing a frown to sprawl over woohee’s doll-like features. “wait a moment!” she cuts him off abruptly, with her spoon raised up high between their faces, almost threateningly (but very lovingly) waving it left and right. “who says you are going to be eliminated? hmmm?” here she leans closer, the spoon lowered so she can narrow her doe eyes at him and purse her lips, unhappy.

“who says you won’t win this? do you still doubt your abilities?” a sigh. “because i believe in you, and i think a more positive mindset will make you feel better and cause you less wrinkles by the time you turn twenty-five.” she’s suddenly grinning, giving the tip of his nose a little nudge with her spoon before she returns her attention to the melting ice cream. “i don’t see how the others are better than you.”

He’s always been thankful for Woohee’s support. She’s always been right there beside him, cheering him on, no matter what he’s attempting, and he’s pretty sure he’d not have been able to do a lot of what he’s done without her. She believes in him more than he believes in himself. “I’ve been focusing so much on acting this past year that I sort of... let my vocals and dancing fall behind. There’s a lot of people who’ve been solely focused on singing or rapping or dancing, so they’re just... more polished than I am.” 

lgcxdawon​:

Dawon hates that there’s a genuine anxiety rising within him at the sight of Woobin, but the other boy just sets him on edge; he’s tried so hard to be kind to him, to actively befriend him, but every other time he’s received naught but a slap to the face. Slaps to the face made all the more perplexing, and hurtful, by the fact that sometimes it seemed like Woobin might be kind of nice underneath it all. Dawon thinks that’s why he can’t stop putting his hand to the stovetop; he wants to know if it’s him or Woobin. Does the other boy really harbor an inexplicable animosity towards him, or is he just sort of generally miserable? 

And here he was, in a bed a meter away from him in a room that suddenly seemed even more claustrophobic. 

“Um, yeah, I uh…yeah, that’d be nice.” he says, more awkwardly than he’s ever said anything in his life, he’s sure; he wishes he could just turn him down, but there’s something broken within him that disallows him from anything but affirmatives. “I’ve got a lot of stuff…” 

He’s no idiot, he can see what Dawon’s instantly uncomfortable, and he feels guilty. He hadn’t meant for their last conversation to go the way it had, but it doesn’t seem like he’ll want to listen to Woobin trying to explain himself, and it’s not like he can do it here in front of the cameras anyway. All he can do is act like everything’s fine and he’s just being nice to his new roomie. 

Woobin pushes himself up off the bed and shuffles over to take one of the cases from him, flinching ever so slightly as his hand brushes against Dawon’s. Being so close he can smell him—that scent that’s all too familiar by now. Flowers and vanilla. It’s burned into his mind, as if a Dawon scented candle flickers in his brain day and night. He drags the bag over to the bunks and sets it in the space between them. “Uh... what bed d’you want? I already... took that one.” He gestures to one of the bottom bunks, hoping his Mudkip plushie’s safely hidden under the covers. 

“I was always a bit scared of bunk beds. I thought if I slept on the top I’d somehow roll out in the night and break my nose on the floor.” He’s nervous babbling, sharing stupid facts about himself to fill the awkward silence. He’d thought that maybe he’d be able to get away from Dawon, who he was also in a group with for the performance, but no, he’s in the same dorm as well. It’s as if the producers knew they had issues with each other and wanted to get some juicy content out of it. 

lgcxdawon​:

a FUTURE DREAMS 5 starter for @lgcwoobin ☠

Legacy has uprooted Dawon from the comfort of his own dorm, shuffling things about for Future Dreams so that they might capture the hot action unfolding in cramped bedrooms as their trainees tried not to step on each other’s toes. He’s a little annoyed at having to move, but he doesn’t really mind. He kind of thinks of it like a vacation, as though it was a hotel stay. 

He’d packed a couple suitcases, mostly filled with clothes, and bedding items, but he’d also managed to whittle down his plush collection to a select few; a cast of Saniro characters that he finds it difficult to sleep without, not because he’s a weirdo, but because they double as his pillows. 

He’s excited for a new adventure, hopeful for what may be on the horizon for him, and then he arrives, and comes face to face with the ill-favored face of the devil himself.

“Ah, Woobin…” he sighs as he enters his assigned dorm room, where the other boy sits twiddling his thumbs, “We’re rooming together for Future Dreams, huh?” 

Ordinarily Dawon would have been more excited by this, but after their last encounter, he finds that not even the prospect of tormenting his apparent nemesis sounds particularly sweet. 

Woobin’s not pleased about moving into a new dorm and having to get used to new people, which is why he’d arrived early to nab the best bed and set up his stuff before the room got crowded with people he possibly had never even met. He’d packed light—just clothes he’d need, some bedding, toiletries and electronics, then hidden inside a towel he’d packed his childhood plushie; a very faded Mudkip toy. 

He’s lounging on his freshly made bed, scrolling through Instagram on his phone, when the door opens and in walks none other than the very last person Woobin had hoped to end up in a dorm with—Kim Dawon. There he stands, his black and blonde hair fashionably ruffled, multiple suitcases behind him, and what Woobin’s sure is a smugness in his expression as he enters. Of course it’d be just his luck to get stuck with him. 

“I guess so...” He replies, only remembering at the last second to make his response sound neutral, as he’s not sure if the cameras are already on or not. Just in case, he knows he’s got to manage his expressions and choose his words carefully. But, the last time they’d seen each other things had ended badly, and Woobin’s pretty sure it had been a pretty messy misunderstanding, which he’d admit was likely his own fault upon looking back on his wording. 

Starter for @lgcxmax !

Moving into a new dorm for the duration of Future Dreams seems odd to Woobin—why couldn’t they simply film them during practise and performances, rather than 24/7? He’d liked his privacy before, even if it was mildly hindered by the watchful eyes of managers in the dorms. Now, there’s cameras on him day and night, and he’s not been enjoying it so far. Though he doesn’t think he’ll have to worry about it for too long—surely he’ll not make it through another round, given he’s pretty sure he was dangerously close to elimination last time. 

One good thing about the new dorm arrangements is that he doesn’t need to get use to an entirely new group of people. Once again, Woobin finds himself in a dorm with Max, who thankfully he gets along well with. It’s a rare moment of downtime after a long day of practise, and Max had suggested they play some mobile game together—Woobin had never heard of it, but was completely willing to attempt it (and get his ass beaten in the process). He’s laying at one end of the couch, his limbs aching from a days hard work, and frowning down at his phone as his thumbs begin to feel far too big for whatever this game is. 

lgcwoohee​:

 woohee’s  eye  roll  is  an  instant  response  to  his  last  comment.  "why  would  i  take  pleasure  in  seeing  you  suffer?  you’re  so  stupid.“  there  is  no  true  venom  behind  her  words;  it  is  a  half-hearted  insult,  since  woohee  could  never  be  truly  cruel  to  the  one  person  who  understands  and  knows  her  best  and  whom  she  understands  and  knows  best.  if  she  did  not  have  him,  she  would  have  no  one,  and  it  is  for  this  reason  that  she  is  most  bewildered  and  concerned  about  his  choice.  she  wants  for  him  to  flourish  and  to  be  happy.  regrettably,  all  she  receives  is  a  miserable-looking  twin  who  is  uncertain  about  his  future.  “do  you  really  want  to  become  an  actor?  i  think  you  should  think  on  what  path  will  make  you  the  happiest.”  woohee  tells  him  eventually,  returning  her  attention  to  the  melting  icecream.  “the  one  that’ll  fulfill  you  most.”

“I don’t know, maybe because I absorbed all the good looks and charm in the womb?” He teases with a smirk, knowing that she’ll know he’s joking—he’s said multiple times before that she was the lucky twin. He’d usually not be able to make jokes during a vulnerable moment talking about his deepest desires and feelings regarding his career, but this is Woohee, and Woohee knows everything (or almost everything) about him.