BEG FOR YOU

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yes or no or what’s your issue.

finally, a loud, short-lived, and sarcastic laugh escapes her lips. every time dawon offers a counterargument, this discussion becomes more absurd. his conduct is borderline childish, woohee thinks, and she hopes with all her heart that this is not the guy dearest twin has secretly set his sight on. “you are the idiot for uttering such idiocy actually. how does your mind accomplish that? to keep coming up with all of this absurdity.” she imitates a sigh of exasperation. “must be a skill, i suppose.” thin, ring-bedecked fingers tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear before resting her palm on the curve of her hip. “all you need to do is apologize for what you’ve done to my brother, and i’ll forget we ever spoke.”

For a second, Dawon considers apologizing to this girl, in the hopes that she’d finally buzz off, like some kind of irritating gnat chasing its next meal. He genuinely doesn’t know what he’s done to Woobin but be terminally, stupidly kind, and forgiving, and gracious, and polite. And all while the other boy had done nothing but rebuke his every effort. 

He mimes for a moment, pretending to consider Woohee’s terms with a hum.

Then he remembers who he is, and internally, he groans at himself; why was he so stubborn? Why couldn’t he just let this girl believe what she believed, and make a phony little apology, so they could set this aside and she could get out of his face?

yes or no or what’s your issue.

she is perplexed as to how a simple yes-or-no inquiry has escalated into a full-blown conflict that forces her to use far more energy than she had expected to channel for this encounter. woohee finds it almost pitiful that dawon must resort to disrespectful techniques to make his point. if this is the one whom her brother has a crush on, his taste must be worse than she previously believed.

still - instead of allowing annoyance to manifest on her beautiful features, amusement takes over, relaxing her facial muscles and causing her to emit a faux, high-pitched laugh. “and how exactly is he a jerk, huh? because, as far as i know, it’s you who’s just bothering him for no reason. other than, of course, you wanting his attention because anyone from miles away can see you’re totally into him.”

whether or not she’s jesting, her tone does not reveal her motive, preferring to provoke and irritate him more. it is what he deserves, according to woohee, for making her brother so angry to the point of getting a headache. “also, just you know - the more you try to deny something as much as you do, the more obvious it is.”

It’d be a lie if Dawon were to say that this weirdo’s suggestion that he was into Woobin doesn’t freak him out a little, in fact it makes his stomach twist with anxiety. He isn’t, really, at least not in any way that mattered; he thought Woobin was handsome, but that wasn’t some grand secret. If Woobin were to ask him if he thought so, Dawon wouldn’t lie. But handsome was truly only skin deep, and beneath Woobin’s skin was...something rotten, Dawon imagines. He’d never been anything but kind to the other guy, and he’d been repaid time and time again with the erratic behavior of a lunatic. 

Runs in the family, by the looks of it. 

try to be nice.

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?

“Like… did you misunderstand me or…?” Again, he’s reminded of why he simply cannot be around Dawon. He’d been irritating before, but this, whatever it is, is just ridiculous. He can’t seriously be in favour of some old men watching a video of a couple in a private moment, saving it then waving it around like a ‘gotcha’ at said couple. 

TW: panic/anxiety attack

All Dawon can do is laugh, bitterly. 

Really, he should have seen this coming, he supposes, like he knew that Woobin wasn’t his biggest fan, and he’d already suspected that this was why, but he can’t quite wrap his head around how brazen he was being about it, how utterly shameless he was. And wasn’t he supposed to be friends with Yuan, too? It chills Dawon to his bones, and brings tears to his eyes, to think of what he might think if he heard the contempt in Woobin’s voice right now. 

Sure, Yuan seemed secure enough to let it bounce off of him, but that was all a façade, a paper-thin one. 

Right?

“What the hell is there to agree with, you freak? There’s nothing gross about—” and he sputters, standing from his seat, suddenly very aware that all of their friends were staring, silent, as the sentimental instrumentation of some drama OST served as a score to Dawon’s terror. 

“Fuck this.” he decides, stomping towards the door, which he swings open with as much force as he can muster, beyond caring that he was making a scene; none of this felt real, anyways. He was beyond caring about the eyes on him, the ones that undressed him to his skin and made him burn.  

Dawon isn’t the biggest fan of being outside of his comfort space, of his home, and it had taken some getting used to, this new dorm situation, especially since it involved being in such close proximity to Woobin; They’d had a bit of a spat the last time they’d met one another, and as much as he tried, it was hard to paint on a genuine smile, even knowing the cameras were there. 

The two of them had spent an inordinate amount of time scurrying around each other, and Dawon had caught Woobin giving him what felt like giving him curious looks here and there, which of course meant that Woobin was catching him glancing at him all the time. 

He worried what the viewers would think if any of this was aired, although he can’t imagine why it would be. 

He supposes it just reads as them being awkward around one another and nothing more. 

Especially since Woobin was really trying to be nice, something that had taken Dawon aback. He’d helped him unpack, and everything, although he’d seemed...a little annoyed when he’d discovered that Dawon’s suitcase was full of plushies. His clothes were packed tight as could be into a pair of duffel bags, one of which was so stuffed that Woobin had managed to rip the zipper off trying to open it, and they’d had to take a kitchen knife to it so Dawon had underwear to wear. 

Woobin had asked him, “Did you really need to bring all of those?” and Dawon had rolled his eyes, picking them out one by one so he could show the camera, as well as introduce Woobin to the cast of characters he was going to be staying with until Dawon won Future Dreams and Woobin had to do the walk of shame out of the dorm. Hopefully with the entire staff pointing and laughing as he did so.

“So this is Hello Kitty.” Dawon says, presenting a freakishly large Hello Kitty plush; he’d bought it on vacation in Japan with his family years ago, and he still remembers what a fuss it was to return to Korea with it. His mother nearly cried, but it was worth it, in his mind. “She’s my favourite.” 

Then he withdraws a pair of smaller Hello Kitty’s, a teddy bear, and a lethargic Gudetama with a plump pair of buttocks, which he lifts to the camera proudly. 

Then there’s an angry peach, and a couple cats, and a Doraemon. 

“And finally...this is Meongmeong...” he says, withdrawing from his suitcase a ragged little puppy, weathered by years and love so that he was covered in patches, his left arm sewed back on, “I’ve had him forever.” 

“He’s missing an ear.” Woobin points out, and Dawon nods. 

“Yeah, I was...I was pretending I was also a puppy and was walking around with his ear in my mouth, and my sister grabbed him and...and pulled him.” 

Dawon closes his eyes, remembering the tragic moment. 

“I cried for about an hour, I think. And my mom told my sister off. But I thinks it gives him character.” 

Dawon looks at Woobin expectantly, wanting some form of validation; applause most appropriately. 

But all Woobin has to say is, “Sounds like you were a weird kid...”

FUTURE DREAMS SEASON V  INTERVIEW SOLO [김다원]

yes or no or what’s your issue.

 something  about  this  guy  just  gives  her  bad  vibes;  this  really,  really  odd  feeling  that  tells  her  he  isn’t  good  news.  that  smirk  on  his  face  and  his  infantile  assumption  are  proof  enough  for  woohee  that  1.)  he  is  totally  into  her  twin  brother  and  2.)  she  doesn’t  like  him  already  -  at  all.

 “the  way  you  responded  merely  supports  the  veracity  of  my  assertion.”  woohee  retorts  and  counters  the  smirk  with  a  near  angelic  smile  of  her  own.  “stop  being  foolish;  he  has  no  idea  i  am  here  and  speaking  to  you.  i  just  wanted  to  find  out  who  is  troubling  him  for  myself.  simple  as  that.”

 she  ends  her  speech  with  a  condescending  tone  round  each  word,  making  it  no  secret  that  she’s  not  fond  of  him.  “i  expected  …  more.  to  be  honest.  you’re  pretty  average.”  a  pause.  “i  can  see  you  are  also  in  denial  of  the  fact  that  you  like  him.”

Dawon’s not great at confrontation, not because he locks up, or because he’s afraid of it, but rather because it tends to feel sort of silly to him once it’s happening. And this situation is no exception. He’d be caught off-guard by what she was suggesting, on a couple different levels, but he also couldn’t help but think she seems a bit insane. 

In truth, Woohee’s behavior kind of concerns Dawon more than anything. He’s convinced that the Bae parents need to have an inspector come over and survey their family home; is there some kind of mold growth or gaseous leak that’s harmed their children? Why are the both of them so belligerent? 

He listens to her speak, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and discomfort, and for a second or two once she’s done, he’s silent, mouthing the word average to himself in shock. 

yes or no or what’s your issue.

 she  has  been  part  of  the  company  for  quite  some  time  now,  and  yet  there  are  individuals  woohee  has  not  gotten  to  meet  in  person  yet.  dawon  happens  to  be  one  of  those  she  only  knows  of  stories  her  brother  told  her.  though  as  stressed  as  woobin  was  while  informing  her,  very  enraged,  about  all  the  annoying  and  mean  things  dawon  has  been  doing  to  him,  the  only  thing  the  model  can  think  about  is  the  underlying  motif  beneath  dawon’s  actions.

 so  it  comes  to  no  surprise  that  she  is  rather  amused  when  their  paths  finally  cross  and  she  greets  @lgcxdawon​​  with  a  grin  so  lovely  it  might  be  oozing  honey  and  dusted  with  sugar.  “you  must  be  dawon,”  she  begins,  letting  her  gaze  run  up  and  down  his  figure,  his  features.  hm.  average-looking,  she  muses  to  herself,  arms  crossed  in  front  of  her  chest  now.  very  abruptly  and  very  bluntly  does  she  add,  “are  you  into  my  brother?  yes  or  no  or  what’s  your  issue?”  and  although  the  grin  that  is  so  beautiful  on  her  face  is  still  there,  the  inflection  in  her  voice  has  changed  into  something  that  sounds  almost  accusatory.

Dawon isn’t sure who this girl even is, or why she saunters up to him with the delusional purpose of a religious missionary, but her question prompts his lips to fall open in shock. 

Are you into my brother??? What is your issue?! 

He’s caught off-guard by the suggestion that he may like her brother, whoever he is. Sure, he makes little effort to water down his predilection for sweet, pretty little things, or to hide his flamboyant nature, but usually people weren’t so brazen as to suggest he may be anything but heterosexual, at least not to his face. 

He’s wondering at who this tactless little girl, lacking in class as she were, might be when it clicks for him. Low-class, tactless, presumptuous, clearly deranged. 

NEW DIGS

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. 

“Uh… d’you need help unpacking?” He offers, wondering if he can use this opportunity to try and fix things, because he doesn’t hate Dawon, he just can’t seem to have a conversation with him without it going tits-up. They’re going to have to live, and work together now for a while, so they might as well try to get along.

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...” 

try to be nice.

He’s thinking about the people involved, teeth gritted a little—neither of them deserved it in his opinion. Maybe they were dumb for doing it on company grounds, and sure it wasn’t ‘professional’, but when you have teens, and just-passed teens all running around in one building together every single day what do you expect? The fact they kept the recording to wave around in front of them like it wasn’t creepy as hell made his blood boil though. The punishment everyone else got was just the unjust cherry on top in his opinion. 

“Even so… it’s just kinda… disgusting…” His voice is so quiet it’s only possible for Dawon to hear, and he finds himself leaning a little closer just to make sure he can hear him, not thinking about how close he’s getting. “Exactly, now there’s more chance of people getting recognised as trainees and having compromising pictures taken by random people hoping to make some money when people debut.” He can’t help but think about if it were him getting videos and pictures taken of him in private situations, and how the mere thought makes his stomach churn nauseatingly. 

“Honestly the workshops are kind of … lacking too. Pretty sure I could teach a class on workplace ethics and sexual harassment better. It’s outdated.” He grumbles.

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?”

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. 

a FUTURE DREAMS 5 starter for @lgckeeho​ ☠

Dawon awakens to a knock on his bedroom door that startles him from rest, an agonized groan slipping from his lips before he’s so much as moved. 

“Dawon! Wake up, please!” he hears from the other side of his door, which he shoots a laser glare at before turning to glance at his clock, the big red numeral five blinking on its analogue face, as if mocking him. 

“One second!” he croaks, his voice rusted over by sleep, and he manages to near-crawl out of his bed, stumbling across the room to pull his pyjamas off, hiding from the cameras beneath his blanket as he does so, slipping into a pair of jogger’s shorts, and a compression shirt. It’s only then that he greets Keeho at his door with a half-hearted smile; the other boy had offered to keep him company on a run. Dawon had told him how he’d wanted to do some cardio, up his stamina so that he could better improve his dancing for Future Dreams, and Keeho had come up with this brilliant idea. 

“G’morning...” he whines, wondering what kind of dark magic Keeho used to appear chipper at this devilish hour, and he chuckles, “I already hate this.”

☠ ALERT! ☠

hello, friends. i’d really like to pick up some threads for dawon, most especially for FUTURE DREAMS, although i’d also like more general threads, as well.

if you’re at all interested, my contact info is in dawon’s pinned post. feel free to like this post if you’d prefer i approach you!

FUTURE DREAMS SEASON V + WK04 SCENARIOS [김다원]

FUTURE DREAMS SEASON V +  WK03 SCENARIOS [김다원] 

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When Woobin first met Dawon, he’d found the man perfectly fine to be around, if anything he was pleasant. He’d found him amusing, easy to talk to, but then, something changed. Suddenly Dawon was touchier, closer, more noticeable in a way that always put Woobin on edge, and he couldn’t help it. He’d grown to find Dawon nothing short of aggravating. Even now, sometimes, Dawon seemed alright, as if he didn’t live to enrage Woobin, but today was not one of those days, clearly. 

His stomach twist and lurches into his throat as Dawon gets closer, lifting his hand, and before Woobin can react, Dawon’s pinching his cheek and calling him cute. It makes his skin tingle and his heartbeat thump loudly behind his eardrums, and he’s almost certain that he’s gone bright red. He doesn’t know what to do, or how to react, other than possible scream and shout about personal space, but he can’t do that, not with the cameras running at least. 

“Just… just show me how to do it.” He grumbles quietly, hoping the mics won’t pick it up. He can still feel Dawon’s soft fingertips on his cheek, and his hands curl into little fists at his sides for a second, determinedly not meeting his eyes. “What do I do first?” This time, his voice is a little louder, a little more sprinkled with fake friendliness, all for the benefit of the cameras trained on them. 

Dawon can see Woobin’s simmering anger, just beneath the surface, well-concealed, he’s sure, but obvious enough to him. He’s kind of irritated that they’re barely friends, yet it feels like he’s more tuned in to Woobin’s feelings than most of those he actually cared for. What was this dude’s deal? Dawon isn’t sure, but it presses at something inside of him that makes him angry, sometimes. 

But...he can also tell that Woobin is on the razor’s edge of cracking, and as much as Dawon loves to torment him, he doesn’t want to actually jeopardize his career, or anything. So, he gets one final dig in before simply helping. 

FUTURE DREAMS SEASON V +  WK02 SCENARIOS [김다원] Performing ‘A-ing’ by Orange Caramel [02:27-03:27] 

Prepare a one minute performance? Seems strange to Dawon, frankly. What on Earth were they meant to truly show in a single minute? Although he assumes that that is itself the challenge, determining which of your skills applies the most, and providing a little snippet window into it.