#jywheein

Photoshoots? check. easily done too. commercials? also check. at this point, eric had lost count of how many times he had endorsed one chicken company or another.

but a radio guest appearance, especially a late night show? this would definitely be a first for him. for this appearance, all eric would have to do is talk and, according to what the email said, ‘be himself’.

not to hard, right?

well, after he’s listening to a few of her, er, wheein’s shows — all he assumed that she did was take viewer’s questions and answers them with her guest, taking short commercial or music breaks before continuing.

'now that’s simple.’ eric told and convinced himself until the very moment that he actually got to the the radio building. there, anxiety steamrolled any form of confidence that he once had —

but dr. eric nam is a gym leader. and a gym leader wouldn’t let a single surge of anxiety shy him away from such a unique opportunity (he trudges on, one foot after the other, introducing himself to the receptionist with his signature toothy grin. minutes later, he’s riding up an elevator, glass windows offering a perfect view of the city below them). “wait here”. the secretary said before seating him on a couch outside of what was supposedly wheein’s studio.

Jaebum sighed and laid his head back, his neck tipping on the backside of the chair he rested in. His manager was pacing back and forth behind him. He, of course, was getting lectured again and again over public appearances and maintaining his image in the public eye. Jaebum had the urge to roll his eyes but instead closed them and tried to block out everything around him. He knew that with being a gym leader came certain responsibilities. Those responsibilities included not only accepting every challenge that came his way but also maintaining a certain image. The idea of this image just made Jaebum grumpy.

It's made him so grumpy that Hoya has teased him time and time again about it. Jaebum in real life was more open, prone to talking a lot and teasing people that he liked. The Jaebum stuck in the public eye was withdrawn and a little bit sarcastic (a lot sarcastic actually). That's probably why his manager thought a radio interview would be perfect. Although Jaebum would be answering questions and speaking about things, he wouldn't be stuck at a stuffy conference or party. In fact the idea that he got to wear his own clothes rather than a suit was something that enticed him right off the bat. So here he was taking up residence in a chair in his "dressing room" being lectured about not disappearing and holding up his end of the bargain. "Are you listening to me?" Jaebum sat up in the chair and nodded. His eyes drifted to the mirror in front of him and they softened a bit when they caught sight of his Umbreon curled up in the corner of the couch.

@jywheein

"another cass, thanks."

it'd been a very, very tiring week--between meeting deadline after deadline for both his publishers and agreeing to do a last minute modeling gig, not to mention his first hyper rank contest, wonshik was more than ready for friday night. he breathed a sigh of relief as he sent off one last final draft--five minutes later he hailed a cab and headed to downtown. no impeding due dates, no contests in sight--just him and a few mugs of beer. he had a vague idea of socializing, but his primary focus was a state of comfortable drunkenness. (a.k.a. the kind of drunk future wonshik will have to deal with.)

the bar is one of his favorites; the bartender always tops him off and indulges him in conversation and the people are always just as amicable (even if it has more to do with the liquid flowing through their veins).

he nodded to the bartender as she slid him over a third mug of beer. cradling it in a hardly shaking hand, he stood from the bar and made his way across the bar, intending to sit out on the patio and watch drunker people make fools of themselves.

he might be one of those fools himself, because he nearly spills his beer all over someone who rounds the corner the same time he does. to his credit, though, the red head hardly reaches to his shoulder, so he can't be blamed if he didn't see her, right?

"oh my god, my bad," he apologized. "i should really watch where i'm going."

he tried to steady her with his free hand. she, too, also seemed particularly drunk, if not moreso. almost worryingly so.