달라달라

———- missing you by sp4de 

     he’s surprised when he hears the assignment for the next couple weeks—mostly because most of the trainees that he knows are not vocalists. he’s barely a vocalist himself, if only by the definition that he’s most definitely not a rapper. he used to sing when he was busking with a band, but that was also mostly just harmonizing on his part though he’s trying to get better. he’s been putting in a lot of effort during vocal practice, if only to make up for the fact that he’s a terrible dancer too. 

     the struggle is real. honestly, all he can think of is that he’s grateful he had signed a dual contract to model as well as be a trainee, or he probably wouldn’t be too sure what he was doing here. 

     finding @lmsomi· in the canteen usually wasn’t too hard, and he sets his tray down next to her when he’s gotten his food, heaving a loud sigh. “how are you doing with the eval?” dongmin asks, sounding almost weary even though he’s been doing very well with his practice. it’s just a mood nowadays, considering he has a few final projects that he’s been working on with school, and along with modelling and training—he’s just always tired, and he doesn’t think that’s going to change until the semester ends. 

somi has been following a very strict routine since she started to seriously prepare for the csat. of course, training was still a priority, but studying became something she paid more attention to. when not preoccupied with practice, her nose is buried in her handouts or going over the set of questions or problems she got wrong in class. her time is spent only to study and to train. and on rare specific times, she'd take a break to just eat or exercise to relax.

today was not exactly a good day. practice has been going alright she supposed -- she's not getting called out so much. in fact, she's been doing good. the young girl doesn't usually settle for just 'good', she'd have strived for 'perfection' or 'flawless' if not for the fact that this being a vocalist that they need to be. somi had learned her place the hard way, she is not a good-enough vocalist. she will probably never be, and as much as that makes her chest tighten, that's the reality. she keeps that in mind during practice, and settles for having improved from last time.

something in the back of heeyeon’s head was telling her it wasn’t going to be her month.. or any of the girl’s month for that matter. she was aware that the end of the year ceremonies were coming around, but at the same times, it wasn’t the best idea to give all of their rappers a song.. that only involved singing.

however, who was she to say anything about that? just a trainee.. yet, hearing somi;s words next to her makes her sigh and nod her head. “i think they do..” she mutters back, eyes still locked to one of the coaches, lips somewhat pursed. she wasn’t sure what she would do right now. she was a rapper she was know for rapping. becca;s singing wasn’t the worst, she could hold a note or two, she could so something along those lines, but sing.. on par with other people.. that was questionable and it made her run her hands through her hair.

“maybe we could do some of the verses? those seem simple enough.“ and heeyeon does understand simple enough doesn’t mean much.. so it would always go down to hard practicing and getting yelled by all the vocal coaches. the thought itself was almost enough to make her sigh out loud, there and then, but she knew better.

somi couldn't tell when it happened exactly, only that her fear dislike for singing had grown steadily over time. it's ironic for someone who wanted to be an idol to want to steer clear from singing. the young girl had her doubts about her singing before, but that didn't stop her from performing at all. heck, she even sang in front of hundreds during the mgas, so many times too.

she hadn't been rapping for very long, but she's more confident about that. the young girl wouldn't call herself a rapper either, but she'd definitely want an evaluation that required her rap and dance than having to sing a ballad. she was sure the others felt the same, there were only a few handful of vocalist in the company -- or at least those that she knows of. but she really needs to be more positive about this, she has to or she's never going to be able to sing again.

Sicheng leans away from Somi, ever so slightly, although he’s grown accustomed to her lack of spacial awareness by this point, it’s always a little disconcerting for him to be so suddenly face to face; she was like a jack in the box springing from nowhere, sometimes.

“I’m….just hanging out…” he answers with a laugh, “Doing nothing but looking like I’m doing something, so the trainers don’t yell at me.” 

He watches as she scurries backwards, probably realising that they hadn’t had enough breathing room, and smiles. 

“Brain…brain help, huh?” and he watches her fumble with her homework, trying not to laugh at her, and failing, “Yeah, I agree.” he teases, although his tone isn’t mean, if anything, it’s brotherly, “Let’s see what you’ve got, though…”

He reaches down to pluck one of the papers out of its folder, taking a serious look at it before realising it was upside down and flipping it right way up.

if there was any other way, somi would not have asked for help. she could always refer to her old notes or the handouts that they were given. but math is different, even if there are formulas they could refer to, or sample questions that teaches them how to solve for the surface area of a freakin scutoid, it just doesn't stick. she doesn't see the relevance of knowing all those things, or how learning all of it would impact her singing or dancing.

"yes, yes, brain help..." the young girl repeats nodding her head as she pouted. she leans a bit forward trying to see which one sicheng got, giggling as he flips it, but rolls her lips right away to stop herserlf. she moves away again, straightening up and keeping her still. tries to, that is.

vlogs aren’t really hendery’s most common videos on his channel - it’s more comprised of covers. that doesn’t mean he isn’t interested in vlogging more, especially when somi asks to collab for halloween. so, with his camera at the ready, and his costume perfectly put together, he heads off in search of somi amongst the spooky festivities. 

it’s not long before he hears his name called out over the background noise of people talking and shouting and laughing. his head whips in the direction of the voice, before he breaks into a smile at the sight of her. he’s wondering what she’ll think of his outfit - he’d decided to match dejun, who’d dressed as peter pan, and don a blue dress with a darker blue belt, and a blue ribbon in his hair, which he’d somehow managed to tie back in a little ponytail. he wasn’t sure whether it would be obvious that he was wendy, but he didn’t mind when it was so easy to put together. 

“that i am!” he replies after she stops recording, having given the camera a bright smile and wave. he then holds up his camera, which he’d already shot his journey and some of the people dressed up on. “i’m surprised you recognised me in my superb costume!” he jokes, holding the skirt of the dress out to the sides as he does a little twirl. he could totally get used to wearing a dress - who knew they were so comfortable?

somi doesn't get a good look at hendery's costume until he brought it up. the young girl's eyes immediately gazes down, fascinated and smiling excitedly as soon as she was done going over it. "you look so pretty~" she tells him with a giggle. "and what do you think of mine?" she wiggles a brow and takes a step back to do a full turn. she didn't know much about the character, but that didn't mean she can't enjoy herself wearing it. she's probably already out of character, given that the screenshots and cosplay images she saw made it seem like her character was a warrior or hero of sorts.

"are you trying to be more pretty than me in my vlogs?" somi adds, narrowing her eyes and her hands on her waist as she rolls her eyes. but only a few seconds later, the young girl snickers and gives herself away. she couldn't care less about how she looked in her vlogs anyway -- that much has been clear to her viewers over the years. she links her arms with hendery and starts recording again. "so~ what should we do, wendy-nim?" she looks around humming, trying to find something interesting they could do for their halloween collaboration.

There were far too many days of staying late behind at the practice rooms, but Hwanwoong firmly believed that every so often it was a nice thing to let loose and have a bit of fun. He enjoyed halloween: it was a bit of a bright moment in an otherwise very dark season, and it was also a fun chance to dress up and become someone else.

Honestly he wasn’t too much of a gamer: he enjoyed the occasional video game, but he never let them dictate his life. Science fiction on the other hand was a whole other matter, and he consumed the genre like he inhaled air. Thus it was no secret that he had also enjoyed a certain video game with white haired androids in the main character role and thus his costume for this year had also been inspired by the game. Dressed up as the male protagonist 9S, he had found his way onto the festival grounds, only to suddenly have someone resembling his female counterpart drag him along on her whims.

And the crowd seemed to be under a very great misconception as well.

“Partner?” he repeated embarrassed. “No no no, we’re not a cou–” But it was already too late. For whatever reason the girl had agreed to the presumptions and fed the misunderstanding even further and now he had little reason but to just go along with everything. And how could he deny that they were together when they were obviously dressed up alike? He turned to the girl he would for now call 2B and gave her a shy nod in greeting. “Well, I suppose I’m in your care then.”

somi doesn't like to lose, even if it was the silliest of things to compete about. it would complete her winning streak for the evening if she they manage to win this contest too. how cool would it be to come with home with the winning title and wearing a costume that she didn't even choose in the first place! it's getting the most out of an unfortunate situation. and surely, it would be funny to see her cousins and her parents reaction to one clueless gamer ennik somi douma winning a competition wearing a costume that her real gamer cousins rejected.

the young girl pats her cheeks and shakes her head, hoping to focus more on the situation at hand. her supposed partner didn't seem too fazed about being dragged into the whole thing. in fact, she wouldn't be surprised if he was actually a fan of the game their characters were from. "i... i suppose, yeah?" she replies with a hesitant smile. "i'm somi, jeon somi." she greets him, trying to be more friendly than before. she had dragged him into this, might as well reassure him that she wasn't some weirdo who involves people in her childish business.

"can i tell you a secret?" she looks left and right, motioning for him to closer as she leans forward. "i don't really know much about this character i'm dressed up as..." she whispers, looking left and right again, wary of people overhearing her. "i'm sure you didn't get your costume as rejected option from your cousins too, and you chose it on your own. so i just thought... maybe you know more about it?" she continues, coming clean about the whole thing. "but i really do want to win, i want the prize... and the bragging rights. more of the prize... but i don't mind sharing. what's your name again?"

a story featuring @lmsomi !

the two of them were in the dorms and after sooyoung jotsdown some of her thoughts down onto her leather notebook, she decides to stop by to get a drink for herself. but as she took one of the mugs, she notices someone that catches her attention. sooyoung was well aware of what the younger girl was going through and every time she saw somi studying, it reminded her of how her life was during that same year. she fell in love with someone only to be forced to end a relationship for the sake of the other. even after much persistence, she had no other choice but to take the scholarship money that was offered to her and study abroad.

shaking her head over her thought, sooyoung headed back tothe kitchen to gather another mug along with a plastic container. in a matter of minutes, she had a cup of chocolate milk in one hand and apple slices inside the container. heading towards somi, she carefully places the two items on the side so that it wouldn’t bother her from studying.

“here, you might need this.” sooyoung stated out loud as shesmiles. taking a seat nearby, she glances at what somi is doing beforecommenting, “i’ve noticed that you have been studying quite diligently andwhile that is important, so is your well-being too.” she knew how stressful it was for her since one exam would determine somi’s fate and sooyoung hoped that no matter what the outcome would be, everything would turn out fine for her. curious to know, sooyoung asks her softly, “how long have you been studying?”

somi reminded herself that if she put her mind to it, she can accomplish anything. this mindset has proven to be true over the years, when she got into hanlim, made it through the mgas, and got signed as a trainee. and yes, even passing her junior year and being a senior not in the bottom half of the class definitely falls under that too. still, studying remains to be a struggle that the young girl finds difficult to overcome. it always feels like she understands it one second, and then the next, she's back to not knowing a thing.

time dragged even more than usual when she's studying -- trying to, at least. it was a mixture of annoyance and amusement when hours of dancing, singing, and exercising flies by so quickly, and when she's sitting at the dorm going over her schoolwork and some extra notes, fifteen minutes feels like an hour. she's too consumed with her readings that she doesn't notice sooyoung approaching until she spoke. she looks over to the older girl pouting and whining before she lets her head rest on the notes spreads before her, a light thud as her forehead hit the top, "ow..." she lets out, a few seconds too late.

@lmsomi

Dowoon has to do a double take on the street when he notices the younger girl, for a moment not entirely sure he was seeing the right person. After all, he hadn’t seen her in properly in nearly two years; thanks to the Starfinder competition, his surgery and then his busy own schedule as an KU student and a Hana trainee. It was a change from when she’d be at his house almost constantly, visiting his brother.

But there’s no mistaking it. Jeon Somi is only a few paces away from him. Smiling to himself, he approches the younger girl and calls out to her.

“Somi-yah! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Grinning at the surprised look on her face, Dowoon raises a hand in greeting. “How’ve you been?”

somi looks at the list she had at hand, and reminded herself that she absolutely has to stick to it this time. otherwise, her mom isn't going to let go to the grocery and she won't be able to stock up on her sweets for late night practice and studying. she waits at the sidewalk, whispering the items on the list to herself hoping that they stick. that, and she had to make the trip to the store quick, otherwise they'd be suspicious and realize that she's doing her candy runs too.

she's pulled back from her thoughts by someone calling out to her. the young girl looks up and smiles back, waving as the familiar face approached. somi wouldn't have believed it wa her bestfriend's older brother right in front of her. "oppa!" she greets back, caught off guard by his presence. "wah~ it has been while, i've been good, how about you?" from her tone, it was clear that she's amazed, even surprised that they were having this conversation. "how have you been? how is your heart doing these days?" as if she was still a child, she reaches out to press a hand over the older's chest. "it's new... right?"

━✧・*。starter for @lmsomi·.

jungkook isn’t one for haunted houses. it’s not that they scare him — they don’t, and he’ll defend his honor until the very end. rather, this type of adrenaline where things jump out at you unexpectedly to cause a reaction simply doesn’t appeal to him in the slightest. he doesn’t understand what’s so fun about this or why it excites people every halloween.

his stance hasn’t changed now that he’s here in hongdae. he doesn’t really want to subject himself to this, but he’s already been standing outside of the haunted house, practically glaring at the ominous decorations for a solid two minutes at least. in his mind, that’s sufficient enough dedication. (besides, there’s someone watching him, and now he feels compelled to enter to prove whatever notion they had was wrong.)

he’s on guard when he enters. the creepy atmosphere already makes him uneasy because now he’s anticipating something. after peeking around for a few seconds, he deems it okay to proceed and cautiously does until something brushes up against him. he sucks in a sharp breath — not out of fright — and then shakes his head when he realizes that it was just a girl also exploring the area.

“oh,” he mumbles then instantly regrets speaking once he’s gotten her attention. quick to explain himself, he says, “i thought you were something else.”

somi had yet to enter a haunted house that actually scared her. most of the time, the fact that it's all fabricated and man-made becomes very apparent to her eyes. it's like her vision becomes two hundred times clearer than usual that she spots, strings, tapes, and tag prices on some displays. even the all-too-perfect make-up and the scent of cosmetics gives everything away, and she snaps out of the state of slight fright.

she was supposed to go in with her friends, but somewhere along the chaos that was the festivity, they had decided to change their plans. and while somi was more than happy to join them too, she really didn't want to pass up on this year's attempt to a haunted house. and she didn't want to stay out too late, she did have some more practice sets to go through, and training the next day.

but all her thoughts about the csat and training falls away when she starts to go inside with a group of people. the young girl smiles amused as most of the members of their group, freak out and start running ahead. but somi keeps her slow pace, taking in every detail that her eyes laid on. she was distracted about the fake spider webs and dim lighting when she trips a little over some prop and accidentally brushes against another member of the group.

yerim yawns, stretching her back as she puts the paper cup full of caffeine to her lips. she’s feeling particularly tired this morning, but it’s nice to have a saturday off, especially when it’s spent outside her dorms or company building, so she doesn’t mind knowing that at least she’ll be doing something other than working her ass off or just lounging around and waiting for the day off to be over. 

she watches somi jump off the bus and gives her a smile before she’s caught in a giant hug and squeezed, almost spilling her coffee. “somi~” yerim says softly. “don’t spill my coffee silly, it’ll get all over your clothes.” somi stands close to her and yerim gives her another smile. “what have i been up to? training… what else is there to be up to?” she says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes with a smile. “i think i need to go on vacation soon and i haven’t even been a trainee for that long,” she tells somi.

"oops! sorry, sorry~" somi lets out, worry washing over her features as she inched a bit away from yerim, eyes looking at the older girl's coffee. she thought about getting herself coffee, or maybe something sweet to drink, get her energy up a little more. but with the way her heart has been pounding against her chest, nervous about her time alone with jaewon, she just couldn't bring herself to be distracted with other things -- and the caffeine or the sugar wouldn't help her anyway.

the young girl understood what yerim meant. training took over her life since she sighed her contract. everything in her life had to be managed in such a way that didn't compromise her training with blackout. she didn't regret signing, this is what she wanted after all and she could still do the things she loved doing before she was a trainee. well, most of it. it just required more effort and more planning, she also had to be more discreet about somethings... about this boy she liked.

Sicheng is on his phone, perched tight in the corner of an otherwise abandoned dance room, texting friends about dinner plans for the next day when he hears the door open, and drops his phone into his hood, being a near expert at quickly pretending to be busier than he really was; luckily for him, the noise is just Somi, and not some trainer coming to give him a cross word. 

He watches her practically skip across the polished hardwood of the practice room, irreverent as always. 

He’d known her for longer than he’d been a trainee at Blackout, the two of them having been on Starfinder together, and had been signed to the company together, and although she was sometimes a little…overbearing, he’d come to view her a though she were his little sister. 

“Yes?” he says with a chuckle, lazily feigning a bow forward, still sat snug against the wall, “Here I am. Was there…was there something you needed?” 

a big smile still tugging on her lips, somi brings herself closer and closer to the older boy with each excited skip. "nothing really~" she replies in singsong, trying not to be too obvious about what she was there in the first place. she honestly couldn't recall if she had approached sicheng before about any help for her school work, perhaps she has and had sworn that she understood what he had taught her -- now that she thought about it, perhaps she already had approached him about this problem set.

she slowly and carefully starts moving her notes and papers aside as she crouches in front of him, trying to look at what it was he was busy with before she came in. "what'chun doing?" she beamed as she feels the strain on her legs, hitting them a bit as she stretched them out, chanting 'ouch' as she stretched her legs and made moved to sit next to sicheng. perhaps a little too close for comfort when her shoulders bumped against his, "sorry..." she giggles, inching away and reaching out for her her already exposed coursework and papers.

a ❮ starter ❯ for @lmsomi

yoorim didn’t get to see her cousin nearly as often as she wanted to. she knew somi was busy with being a trainee, and they still texted frequently, but nothing beat actually hanging out with her. 

because of the large age gap yoorim had with her siblings, growing up was kind of lonely – except for when she would see somi, who was around the same age as her. because of this, yoorim clung to somi like you would cling to a sister, and she was always excited when they got the chance to see each other. 

yoorim pulls on her leather suit as she wanders the grounds, mumbling to herself, “leather really is one of the worst things to wear.” she doesn’t know why she decided to go as catwoman this year. she’d never even read or watched anything dc-related. but, the outfit was hot and that was as good a reason if any. she turns and finally spots somi at one of the food carts. she immediately smiles and bounds over, wrapping her arms around somi from behind. “somi~” she calls, “i found you!”

somi was feeling good tonight, the sweet scent of (a few hours of) freedom from the training rooms kept that big smile across her face. she wouldn't be surprised if she's not in character. she wouldn't expect a character with a big sword -- like the one she had hanging on her back, would be smiling a goofy smile and laughing as loud as she had been for most of the night.

it would have been a much better night if jaewon were there too. they'd have a more fun night because people wouldn't be able to recognize her underneath nier: automata's 2b costume and wig. as she watched everyone's smiling faces, she started to wish she'd gone with her parents instead or maybe tagged along with her cousins. they were a fun bunch and they always knew how to cheer her up.