#idmijung

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Hojun had, admittedly, been pretty drunk when it happened, though that really was not rare. He was usually drunk when he managed to fuck up. Eight years of pretending to be something you weren’t did that to a person; when he let loose, he let all of himself the fuck out. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean he was supposed to let it out in front of a member of R!ot. Seeing precious, sweet, princely Adam decking a dude was not exactly on brand. The only consolation he had was that Jade, Mijung, did not exactly have many friends. She would hardly be selling him out, especially when it could wreck the company.

The real shock of that night months ago had been that Hojun was not out for a fight. No, he was just minding his own business when someone got a bit too handsy with the newly debuted member. It was hardly his business if she hooked up with a stranger, but it was his business that she was clearly trying to push him away. Repeatedly. Hojun was an ass, but he was an ass raised by a woman. He had seen men act like that towards his mom far too many times. Before he quite knew what was happening, his fist was in the guy’s face, though he managed to pass it off as him ‘having drank too much’ when the guy’s friends noticed he was out cold. He managed to put on that sweet smile he was known for and left the premises as soon as possible. He kept waiting for panns to pop up, but they never did. He had sighed in relief. Except, he also avoided Jade like the plague. 

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Wei was fully prepared to spend his entire time practicing in chile, body nonstop, with minimal sleep. Except, his manager insisted he actually go enjoy his free morning. He had done plenty, it was flawless, the steps were perfect. He could hardly do anything else when he was not even in Korea. Wei was not exactly happy about the situation, though there was one benefit. No one would recognize him in Chile. Sure, they might notice the little Asian boy wandering around, but there were plenty of them at the moment. They had fans, but most of them were in other Asian countries, not Latin America. They were not exactly their desired sound, but he didn’t mind. Chile was extensively beautiful. And he was feeling like going to the beach. The weather was still a bit brisk in Korea, but it was downright smoldering in Chile. 

He left Junior in the hotel room, not wanting to lose him in the strange country. He had put the do not disturb sign on the door so none of the cleaning ladies would accidentally let him out. He did not wear a mask as it would have attracted attention where they were, though he was going to be with company. Womanly company. He had invited Mijung to go to the beach with him, figuring she was just as likely to not understand what the hell to do with a morning off than he was. And he wanted to groan about Jinhwan. He did not trust people, but he trusted Mijung. Admittedly, she did not seem to like most people, so who was she going to tell? Besides, he was debuted and she was a trainee. She needed him. At least, he figured that was one of the reasons that motivated her. 

For: @idmijung​ Word Count: 554 Plot: King comes across a familiar face from 99 Ent during the filming of XLNC’s music video.

There wasn’t a word in any language that could accurately describe the feeling Yeongshik felt before a music video shoot. His stomach fluttered to the point where he felt he could throw up; his heart ran faster than his body could manage and made him feel light-headed and weak in his knees. He was thankful for the loose fitting dress shirt that hung over his shoulders to prevent any further constrictive feelings as he shuffled from one part of the studio hall to another. His group had just finished their jacket photoshoot and were going to start working on their music video.

He had his white Gibson Les Paul guitar clutched tightly to his chest as though it were some kind of security blanket. As much as he dreaded filming and genuinely feared performing live, he found it helped to spend time in the recording area before the actual filming process started. He could acclimatize himself to the cameras and the staff. He pushed open the door that lead into the set area. He poked his head in and whispered a soft “’scuse me,” and shuffled inside.

Production staff hardly noticed him as their full attention was focused on the couple sitting in a perfect replica of a café. Just as Yeongshik found a view a safe distance away so as not to cause any kind of distraction or disruption, but enough that he could watch the professional actors do their work. If he was to be completely honest, it was his first time to actually witness actors behind the scenes, and the opportunity to watch was a welcome distraction.

The young male actor was clutching his chest with particles of residue coming out from a strange looking hole in his chest. Were they actually emulating someone getting shot? The director called some instructions and called the cast to reign in for another attempt at shooting the scene again. “King,” a familiar voice startled him out of his trance. He clutched his guitar tighter and looked over his shoulder and was greeted by the familiar warm smile of a stylist. He couldn’t put a name to her face, but he recognized her as a frequent stylist. “If you want to watch, come over here.”

She gestured for him to come to the familiar two miniature monitors that showed the camera’s view. One camera’s monitor was focused on the young man, while the other was focused on the young woman. His brows creased as he lowered himself a little more to get a better look at the sulking young woman sitting at the table.

The stylist clicked her tongue. “Mijung-ah is a newbie, but look at that scowl. I’d hate to be on the receiving end of that.”

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Hojun could have kissed her if he didn’t think she would bite his tongue off. Kinky, but not exactly his style. He was fond of his tongue. It was one of his best features, or so he had been told. He at least had never had any complaints from the people at the other end of his make out sessions, but Mijung would no doubt react much more badly. Still, he could not help but pick her up and spin her around, exclaiming at her.

“Thank you! Thank you so fucking much!” A positive evaluation in dance. It had been a while since that had happened. Admittedly, it was mostly commenting how he had made so much improvement and implied that there was still some hope for him yet. Ever since he got on the short list he had been flipping out, worrying about what his future was. It had taken 99 Entertainment this side of forever to get another group to debut. This was his only shot, especially if they decided to debut a girl group after this coed group. He would be a senior citizen before he debuted, if ever.

 He placed Mijung down before pulling her favorite dessert out of his backpack. How did he know such a thing about her? He supposed after years of spending time with her, training alongside her, he was bound to pick something up. Though he did not care about people, he was good at observing them. Always had been. He just never did much with that knowledge, until recently. He was not particularly manipulative in his past life. No reason to be considering he didn’t give a shit about how he was perceived. But now it was his entire life. Or it would be if he succeeded.

Send me 🎁 to find out what my muse would give yours for Christmas.

It’s no secret that Mijung kind of hates him, but it’s Christmas and Hojun is a good Christian boy. Well, good enough not to yell at her for two days at least. He is capable of that. Mostly. However, even he doesn’t see the point in getting her a gift until his mother nearly rips his ear off through the phone after he explains that Mijung is helping him with his dancing. 

It is impossible not to know what she likes, considering she has been training alongside him for years. So, he bakes her cinnamon sugar muffins. It’s not a big deal for him to bake things, he does it often enough as a stress reliever and did it for years of bake sales in the church parking lot. Baking something personal though? That is a rare treat.

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Wei sauntered up to the ticket booth, mask covering the bottom half of his face. As he paid for the tickets, he wondered how one of his closest relationships was with a trainee from a different company. Except, it made perfect sense, even if he got nothing out of the relationship on the surface. He enjoyed spending time with Mijung, admired the kind of singleminded focus that she had on debuting because he had that same focus when it came to making sure his own career went somewhere. She also never seemed to consider that a friendship with him could open at least some doors for her even before she debuted, especially if it was as soon as she was anticipating. She seemed to genuinely want to spend time with him, something he was not used to as the lonely rich boy he always considered himself to be.

He picked a foreign film, something artsy with hopefully little romance; it was not exactly his cup of tea and getting caught with Mijung at a romantic movie would definitely cause a bit of a stir, especially considering the current state with Danny. That was why he needed this. He needed time away from his dorm, time away from the image of Jia walking out of Danny’s room, time away from the confusing yet not confusing feelings he had concerning Danny.  

He shook his head. Mijung. His secret keeper. He would never have to worry about her spilling his secrets to everyone, but it was good to know someone outside of his own company, outside of his group, someone he did not have to be utterly composed around. Though, he still was at times. Wei was hardly going to change over night just because he could occasionally laugh when he was with her.

Wei wondered if she would appreciate the artsy film he had picked out. Few people would, but at least he knew she would be honest. Maybe sometimes a bit brutally honest, which would get her into trouble once she debuted, but he still managed to find charming.

Send me 🤶 to find out one person my muse wants to spend Christmas with, and why.

dax is a scrooge. he doesn’t enjoy the christmas season and he doesn’t like that he has to act like he does. people think he has no soul if he doesn’t want to decorate his house in pinecones and if he doesn’t want to go out and buy gifts for people that they’ll use 2 times before throwing them away. he doesn’t like that growing up, this time was spent passing out pamphlets with his mother to people who were going to hell, spending hours upon hours in church on top of the time his family normally spent there. he doesn’t like that he never had a normal christmas. so when it gets to be the holiday time, he mainly just wants to be left alone to wallow by himself about a childhood phenomenon that he never had. 

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The practice room was mercifully empty, meaning the only person that would have to watch him embarrass himself was Mijung. The two had known each other for years and could potentially end up in the same group someday, but that didn't stop the animosity between them. However, he could play nice for a couple of hours if it meant he could finally get his dance routine down. The last time had ended with him flat on his face, playing it as a joke because Honey was just such a klutz, which was cute to everyone but him. It wasn't that he had no coordination; hopkido was all coordination. Dancing was different though. You couldn't just throw someone as a last resort, it involved memorization and rhythm, skills Hojun was lacking because he relied on instinct more than anything.

Mijung had been the one that approached him, because one thing he was good at was pretending and she couldn’t do that. She could only be herself and while that might be respectable in theory, it wouldn’t get her far as an idol. Which was why he rolled his eyes when she walked in, already staring at him. Then he remembered the stupid Pikachu hat he was wearing, a gift from one of their fellow trainees, and yanked it off his head. He tossed it next to his backpack. Next to it was a pile of cookies he would be distributing later. That part wasn’t a play. He had stress baked and he could hardly eat the two dozen cookies himself.

“Do you ever smile?” he asked. Except, they both knew she only really smiled when dancing, which was admirable actually. She became a different person when she danced. Almost likable. Almost.

He dropped the happy go lucky persona around her. Mijung knew him better than that at this point, really one pf the few people who knew him as who he really was and not “oh honey”.

“So, what do we do first? Skip? Stretch? Pirouette?”