trainwreck (but sexie)

“sleeves aren’t even that crazy anymore, though. be the first idol with a face tattoo.”

“dancers should be in the center or whatever during the choruses but they shouldn’t have to also carry the actual song while that’s happening, i don’t get why some companies are so set on making people that aren’t rappers try to come off as rap gods or something,” noah knew joonie was right, he just didn’t know what else he should say, “like, you’re good dude, but i don’t know why spotlight wants to waste you as a vocalist. they know you’re good at singing so it’s just stupid for them to do.” he paused and glanced back over at joonie, laughing a little at his last comment, “runaway was good but it feels like a song for vocalists, dude, nathan and i spent way too long just making sure my part didn’t feel like it was interrupting the rest of the song.”

“i dunno what that means, but if you want me to be your sidekick that’s chill,” noah laughed. he shrugged, “it’s cool dude, i’d be down for you to show me but, like, aren’t i kinda too lanky? you’re gonna look like you’re throwing one of those blow up dudes outside of car dealerships over your shoulder.”

“bet.” noah kept bugging her, “they’re gonna bedazzle it. you’re gonna have to perform on stage with it and it’ll be so blinding no one will be able to see you.”

“yeah right, if you’re a twig than what am i?” noah let out a laugh before seola putting herself down so casually could even register to him. her words sounded a little funny to him with his hand barely a couple inches from her ass, but it wasn’t like that was uncommon for them at all at this point. noah didn’t know how exactly to describe how the felt about seola, but even though he knew he was a little biased, he had no idea that seola didn’t see herself the same way he saw her. “still, it’s stupid,” he brushed off his earlier confusion, bending over slightly so he could rest the side of his head on top of hers. “i don’t get why people are so obsessed with when people leave groups, it’s like they care more once people leave than when everyone was in the group anyway. why can’t they just talk to you as you?”

noah shrugged a little as his friend spoke, “that’s a nicer way to put it, sometimes i figure they put rappers in groups just to give dancers something to do or to stop a herd of idols from sounding like a choir’s youth group,” he laughed. noah knew that joonie had a point though, and he always was up front about how if he sounded like joonie singing, he’d never shut up. “dude, i don’t get it. writing rap lyrics are different than writing, like, vocal parts anyway, when a rap part in a pop song sticks out it in a weird way it could ruin the whole song, honestly.” he felt kinda bad thinking that spotlight should just let him take up more time on a song if they needed more rap parts for juno that badly when there were vocalists who needed more lines, but he didn’t understand what the big deal was. “daeyeon’s great but he’s not in the group anymore, why do we need to figure out how to make it sound like he’s still here?”

“uhhh...,” noah paused, it finally clicking that when he kept insisting do that on me or nah it’s not that hard, i could do that to annoy lance whenever his friend did some crazy wrestling move, it made it seem like he actually wanted to try wrestling. “i mean, you can try suplexing me but i think i’d be the one who managed to snap my spine.”

“nah, your stylists would prob make you keep going with a sling and say it’s part of your outfit.”

“wouldn’t there have to be two other bricks though if he was brichard shin the third?” noah laughed, “lord brichard, first of his name.”

“okay fine, you’d be a suspect then,” noah corrected himself, laughing as he changed what he said to go along with seola. it wasn’t as though he didn’t notice that she moved to be even closer to him, but his brain was always so much on autopilot whenever he was around her that his free hand instinctively to move back up seola’s side to rest there without him thinking anything of that either. ever since they had first crossed the line of what being friends meant, just being so touchy with seola had already added itself to the long list of noah’s habits. he sighed, “that’s fucking bullshit, dude.” he felt part of himself get annoyed along with her that show runners were clearly trying to play into seola having left juliette, “don’t they have anything better to set up to record? isn’t there always some rookie crying that they can zoom in too close on?”