#idsieun

at the hotel the night before kbs showtime. with @idsieun

jinhwan ran his hands through his hair for probably the fiftieth time the past hour just so he could have something to do with them. their manager had told them to rest tonight, try and get rid of some of the jetlag, don’t strain your hands and voices. but jinhwan’s guitar sat in the corner taunting him, the source of the voices circling the back of his head. what if you mess up? they said. are you sure you can still do the riffs in shoot me? can you hit the high notes while playing and still look cool? this is a big opportunity, jinhwan.

it wasn't that he doubted his guitar skills. he was good. he knew he was good, knew he was arguably the better of the two in xlnc. but jinhwan didn’t just want to be good— he wanted to be perfect. he wanted to walk off that stage without a single regret, wanted to know that there was no way he could have done any better because it was already perfect. this was a huge opportunity for him, for the rest of xlnc. it was a new country, one hopefully without such strict ideas as to what an idol group should be like. they could get some fans here, maybe, help xlnc out. but it could only happen if they were perfect.

“fuck,” jinhwan choked out, standing up abruptly from where he was sitting on the edge of the hotel bed. the other members were in the room with him, probably trying their best to ignore the anxiety that was pouring off of him in waves, but jinhwan didn’t care what they were thinking as he scrambled to where his phone was plugged in across the room. he opened his messages immediately, fingers flying across the screen as he messaged one of the few people he trusted when he was in this sort of state.

noona, jinhwan wrote, hit send too early because his hands were shaking so much. sieun-noona, did your flight land? pause. what room are you in? i need to talk to someone.

shopping for furniture with @idsieun​ and the rest of the roommates cast

Rule #1 for the care of Moon Daewon, (also known as Danny): you can’t take him anywhere.

The rest of 1nferno learned that the hard way early on, when Danny somehow managed to break both his and Wei’s mics during a performance just two weeks after their debut. Quick thinking of another member and quite a few mic swaps made sure the performance kept going. From then on, however, everyone in the group knew that Danny could and would, if often unintentionally, cause trouble wherever he went. If not, they certainly knew after he accidentally led a group of sasaeng fans back to their dressing room during promotions for Fire Truck. Several burly security officers had to be called to remove the girls while 1nferno huddled together in a corner. Danny felt badly about it. He always did. He hadn’t meant for it to happen, but then Danny never meant for any of the trouble he caused to happen. It just... sort of followed. 

As Danny replaced a large, yellow vase with ducklings painted on it on the table where he’d found it, it wobbled. It seemed that the cast of Roommates would soon learn what 1nferno had long known. Danny, his eyes wide, held in his last breath. His hands hovered by the sides of the vase, prepared to catch it if it toppled. But, thankfully, it stabilized instead. Danny slowly retreated. He glanced around for any staff or camera members and breathed a sigh of relief when he found none. Danny hotfooted it out of the ‘decorative vase’ section of the store, determined to remove himself from the most breakable (and expensive) objects. Danny wandered the aisles, both looking for something interesting and hoping to run into a fellow cast member. 

He found one of the two when he rounded a corner and came face to face with a bright red, hammock-style chair suspended from the ceiling. Danny grinned at the sight of it. He plopped himself down in the chair and started using his legs to spin the chair around in circles. Just when it felt like the chair wouldn’t turn any more, Danny lifted his feet. The chair spun rapidly in the opposite direction. Danny laughed, enjoying the sensation. When the chair finally slowed down enough from him to stop it with his feet, he was dizzy. Danny didn’t mind.