#idhojun

last minute preperations a 99 entertainment practice room with @idhojun

This was it. Years of effort, of blood, sweat and tears were finally about to pay off. Not just for Mijung, but for Hojun as well. They’d both worked so hard for this, given up so much. It was very nearly in their grasp. All they had to do was make it through these last few hurdles without falling and they’d have the debut they both dreamed of. It shouldn’t have been a question. In reality, it wasn’t. But it was just so like them both to spend their last days and weeks as trainees getting in all of the practice they could. 

“No, like this,” Mijung said demonstrating a move for Hojun. His dancing had vastly improved since they’d worked out their little arrangement, but that didn’t mean it was up to Mijung’s standards. To be fair, very few things were. “You have to be more loose when you move your arms. Don’t be so stiff.”

There was no use mincing words. Mijung wasn’t going to let a little thing like courtesy make her look like a fool during her own debut stage. Mijung did the move again, at half time to emphasize the fluidity of it, before stepping back to further asses Hojun’s dancing. It wasn’t half bad. But again, half bad wasn’t good enough. Besides, no matter how hard Mijung rode him during dance, practice, Hojun would be equally hard on her, if not more so, during the next portion of this little practice session. 

Mijung had been working on her rapping skills for weeks now but it wasn’t enough for either of them. Nothing ever was in their little game of give and take. Mijung helped Hojun with his dancing and Hojun did his best to fix Mijung’s flow and complete lack of personality. They were both unforgiving taskmasters, but each benefited from the other’s knowledge and skill. Mijung was convinced this deal of theirs had gotten them both this far. Now she just needed it to take them to the finish line. 

( he usually walks on eggshells around @idhojun, but iseul finally acts like a proper senior and strikes up conversation before the performances. )

iseul is never not in the mood ‘cept for today.

now.

the discomfort, the detest of being there, he doesn’t wield it proudly like a knight with their sword. no, iseul hides it with small, polite smiles and a head hung low. when they ask if something is the matter, he brushes it off and forces a laugh to make his answer a little more plausible. isn’t quite sure if they believe it or not, but they walk away like they do, anyway. all for the best. he can’t bring himself to explain why something is the matter. will take too much of their valuable time. by the end of it, iseul might be streaked in tears and more pathetic than anyone should realize. he has an image to uphold. as detrimental as it is being sirius of all bad and no good, it is protection from the outside world.

he hasn’t been on a big stage like this gayo in a while. last year he thought he’d feel on top of the world. the feeling can’t be any more opposite. iseul is at rock bottom, dirt under fingernails as he climbs—climbs for the top that is escaping him. getting further and further away. lost, confused, alone, no one really understands him. gets him. he’s scared of doing anything that can reach sources and make headlines. scared of breaches of privacy and more pictures released that will surely bury his career six feet under. he’s almost there, feeling the ground for that rumoured solo.

keeping to himself is what he does. the safest option. he doesn’t gamble at the chance to appear too friendly. time and time again he’s commited himself to that. older, maturer, wiser, iseul doesn’t want anymore harm done to him, to poizn, to someone else. besides, his motives are always prosecuted as ultior, anyway. why bother. he thinks, maybe he should just be the bad guy, become the monster they created.

and maybe he slowly getting into the role. deep down or not that deep at all, iseul is still nice. is still the senior that wants to look out for juniors or rookies or trainees. even if it’s hojun. which is perfect example for someone who dislikes him, but iseul approaches cautiously with nothing but a sliver of a smile on his face. barely there but there regardless.

Send me ❄️for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   Specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose.

She didn’t plan this. Erin would swear up and down that she didn’t plan it. How was it her fault that someone decided to decorate the set of Mickey’s Clubhouse with actual, honest-to-God, mistletoe? That was in no way her fault. All she was supposed to do was show up, look peppy and do whatever the director told her to. And so maybe, she might have noticed Hojun standing under a sprig. And maybe she made her way over to that side of the set—she was planning on getting a snack from craft services, honest—and maybe she just so happened to bump into him and call attention to the small plant above. It was a coincidence. Kismet. 

“I, uh, I don’t know the word for it in Korean,” Erin said with a cheeky smile, “but back home, we have to kiss when we’re underneath this kind of plant.”