#wschorong

     he had crossed paths with @wschorong​ via association with a fellow band mate and now, they were covering songs together in his free time. he plops behind her, in a secluded corner of the room as he sees her settling down for some vlive action. he pulls his jumper’s hood over his strands, pulling his turtleneck up over his nose, observing from a safe distance, with his laptop taking up the real estate on his pulled up knees. 

honestly, eunbyul hadn’t paid much attention to the other artists in her company. it was hard to find time to keep up with the careers of others when her time was consumed with working on her own. chorong was one of the few that she actually knew by name, mostly through whispers from suji that she wasn’t supposed to have heard (but knowing secrets that she wasn’t supposed to was another thing that eunbyul seemed exceptionally good at doing). 

she let out a long exhale of smoke as she slowly looked the other girl over. she was too pretty. all the more reason for eunbyul to find a reason to dislike her, despite barely knowing anything about her. “i’m not stupid.” she scoffed, insulted by the idea of exposing her own bad habits “and i don’t do pinky promises. i’m not a child.” 

— what is your most embarrassing moment? ( also asked by @wsjordan & @seoljiws ! )

sentence starter meme / accepting!

as much as she hated admitting to it, chorong was absolutely right. there was something else in her head that she just couldn’t shake off. dohee liked to think that she had become a master at keeping a poker face. if she could pull off that happy pill energy persona in front of the cameras then why couldn’t she maintain a poker face behind the cameras, right? 

wrong. 

biting down on her bottom lip, she let out a sigh at how readable she’d become with her own members. the people she wanted to bother the least. if it were some random music show staff member, she doesn’t think she would have cared as much. probably would have just put on that fake smile of hers and tell them that she was fine. but she knows chorong won’t just walk away. not after she found her like this. 

“i’m just concerned.” to say the least, but she wouldn’t admit to that. at least not now. “confused?” hell, even she doesn’t know what’s really bothering her. she should be happy right now with dandelion reaching a year into their career and having a seemingly upwards momentum, but she can’t tell how much of that falls onto her. how much of that love and support is going to her directly. 

“i’ll figure it out though.” and with that she gives chorong a more genuine smile. or so she tries. but as always, she tries to brush off her own worries in the hopes that if she ignores them, they’ll actually go away.

  are there any artists you would live to cover/collaborate with in the future?

  “dandelion!” he yells out so abruptly and suddenly that his voice cracks towards the end of the exclamation. oh wow, that probably wasn’t a good first impression was it? trying to regain his composure, noah clears his throat and reaches out to lean a hand against the wall. did he look cool and collected? he sure wasn’t feeling it. “i mean, what i was trying to say is that i have nothing but respect for the girl groups that perform nowadays. they have such intense dances to learn and are expected to sing at the same time!” he clicks his tongue, giving his head a few shakes. “you know, you’re the real artists, so i’d consider it an honor to be able to preform with you. my bandmates and i would make sure to stand in the back. you know, so that the real stars of the show would be front and center.” had he done it? were you going to remember his name? maybe he’d even get an autographed album out of it! 

headcanons ask meme: still accepting

2. What would you be doing if you weren’t an idol/musician?

"What I'd be doing if I weren't an idol?" Chaesol mutters the question to herself, pondering about it for a moment. "Actually, I'm not too sure about what that would be." She laughs after responding, thinking back about how she never really planned what she should do after she graduated school because she led a very easy and simple life, she didn't even need to plan anything out considering how she innately knew that things would just work out one way or another as they always did ever since she was a child. "But now that you've asked me that, I suppose I could just be a model?" The girl remembers how she was scouted by Yuseong in the first place because she became an ulzzang in high school. "Or maybe I'd just go to university as everyone else does and study..." She needs to pause for a second and think about what she could major in. "something related to arts."

"17. Is there any advice you would give to someone who would want to be in your position?

"Umm.. Sure!" She smiles softly, thinking carefully about what she should say. "If there's someone out there who'd like to be in my position, which means like... being an idol? I suppose. Then you should follow your dreams! Try auditioning at a few companies and you might get in!" The smile hadn't left her until then, but it dissolves for a moment when she muses about what she just said. "Well, of course you might not in your first try, I myself think I was just lucky to get signed after mine... But if it's something you really want keep trying and I'm sure someone's going to want you in their company! Don't give up!" She goes back to smiling, in hopes to be able to cheer up the imaginary person she's talking to. "But also..!" Her eyes widen, as she's about to give a warning. "On an ending note, be aware that being an idol isn't easy. It requires a lot of physical and mental strenght, I almost gave up after I debuted, so if you'd like to be in my position have that in mind as well."

despite her usually cold exterior, there was times when eunbyul found life becoming all too much. it was a strange mixture of realizing she hadn’t made it to where she wanted to be, an overwheming longing for the things that she had lost, and the pressure to achieve enough to make her parents proud. it was a hard burden to carry, living a life where she had to live out both her own dreams, and those of the sister that she lost in order to make people happy.

the one problem with pushing everyone away was that in times like this, there was nowhere that she could run. her family was far away (not that she wanted to go to them in that moment) and there was nobody else that she was comfortable enough to act vulnerable around. 

     “i do, but—!” hesitation evident in her eyes as they dart from her wrist to the pile of papers in her hand, atop sat a coffee tray. it was going cold anyway, she assumes it’s for the best that she throws them out, or maybe have them thrown into the microwave to give off a false sense of freshly delivered drinks. her gaze shifts to chorong’s, lips moving agape as brows knit together, expression falling to one of complaint, one of being overworked and tired. “okay, you know what? let’s go out.” she nods, though the weight of the papers resting in the nook of her arm doesn’t do enough to convince her, doesn’t do much to lessen the stress she felt rolling off of quivering hues. “... just let me put these papers in the office and microwave these drinks and i’ll be back.” she nods, more reassuringly this time. 

     it had been such a long time since she was able to spend some quality time with chorong. it doesn’t help that now the other was busy with her drama role, with even lesser time to spend frolicking about after an intern like herself. she felt like such a burden to everyone, maybe if she had listened to her father and pursued something more relevant to her area of study, she wouldn’t be here right now worrying about cold coffees and overdue papers. 

     a sigh leaving her, “actually, you know what? i’ll just dump everything here and come back for it after we go out. i don’t think anyone is going to steal two cold coffees and a pile of paper.” another sigh, this time more hopeful than the last.