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“maybe i shouldn’t be the one encouraging you to do it,” hyuk started, knowing that he really only was supposed to speak for spotlight’s artists but still not actually caring, “but if you decide you want to, just go for it. i’ve seen countless boy groups now pushing how one member has a ton of visible tattoos, it’s bullshit if people aren’t willing to do the same for a girl group member.”

“aren’t you in a group with multiple subunits already? idol project goes from practically an army of nervous trainees to only a fraction of them making it, and then they disband after a year. that seems almost completely different than what new age is having you guys do.”

“once you’re old you’ll call them blue blockers, but i’m thankfully not there yet.” hyukwon shrugged, “i couldn’t tell you if they actually do anything, though. maybe they’re worth a shot if you’re that worried about it.”

“no, i’m songyi’s dad, and if i ever heard her talk like that i’d be ashamed for both of us.” hyuk glanced down at aidan, but not by much, he was never that tall anyway, once he heard her retort. it was hard to forget that she was clearly a child –– well, probably not actually a child, he corrected himself –– and not another one of his or solim’s coworkers.

“...isn’t tiktok for dancing?” hyuk’s brows drew together in confusion. he understood twitter and instagram, but tiktok was still mostly confusing to him. if the social media team didn’t make him learn how to use it, or songyi didn’t take pity on him and explain whatever trend was popular at the moment, hyuk knew it was probably lost on him entirely. 

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“yeah... i’m really not sure if that’s particularly going to help your sister out on that show. is putting that on a t-shirt not an option?” 

“if it makes you feel any better, my whole family is shorter than most trainees. it’s really hard to be scary about how you technically hold their futures in your hands when you don’t even come up to some of their shoulders.” hyuk laughed, “haven’t you been here long enough to bribe the stylists into making everything extra extra small?”

hyuk glanced up from his food when he heard her speak, the tupperware container still in his hands. “do you have any allergies?” he started, though his tone was devoid of any protest. he didn’t want to be the staff member that made someone pass out – or go hungry at all. “i made these leftovers, i don’t want you going into anaphylactic shock when i can point you towards a convenience shop.”

hyuk glanced up in annoyance when he heard the boy speak. “do you really think i should be the person you’re sharing these thoughts with?” normally he made himself at least be a little bit more professional, but then again, lakynn wasn’t at spotlight. in his mind, hyukwon had no reason to be professional towards him. “i know you’re not contractually obligated to listen to me, but if i were you, i wouldn’t sound so pleased about being cut from your group’s promotions.”