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can you tell gogo i love him hes so cool

⠀you asked for⠀⸻⠀GOGO ！

“i know,”⠀was his first straightforward answer,⠀grin wide on his face.⠀it only took a moment for it melted into something softer,⠀though,⠀a touch shyer than what he normally let people see.⠀“but—thanks.⠀i guess.”

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BLUNT AND STOIC ! ── ❛ you really get me so frustrated ❜. member 003, ko junmin !

ぅ( FILE ONE ) ## BASIC INFORMATION

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ birth name : ko junmin. ( 고준민 )  ̟ ˖ ⁺ preferred name : junmin. ( 준민 )  ̟ ˖ ⁺ name meaning : junmin. ( of korean origin, "준" meaning "talented, handsome, ruler" and "민" meaning "strong robust, tough" or "stone resembling jade". )

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ nicknames : jun, junie, min-min ( everyone. ) shadow, cloud, kumin ( meliora , specifically j-line. ) divorcee ( hajoon. ) junminki ( byeol , taro. ) raine ( kyuhyun , 01z. ) junjae ( meliora. ) angel eyes, meliora's pretty eyed man ( his fans , meliora. ) lovebug, honey bunches, cutie pie ( meliora , specifically hajoon and haneul. )

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ date of birth : may 29, 2000.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ legal age : 23 years old.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ zodiac sign : gemini.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ lunar zodiac sign : dragon.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ place of birth : gangnam, seoul, south korea.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ hometown : gangnam, seoul, south korea.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ nationality : south korean.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ ethnicity : korean.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ residences : gangnam, seoul, south korea. ( 2000 —— present ).

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ spoken languages : korean ( 100% , gyeonggi dialect ). english ( 88% , standard english ). japanese ( 45% , basic japanese ). mandarin ( 17% , unspecified dialect ).

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ gender identity : cisgender male.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ pronouns : he/him.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ romantic orientation : unlabeled.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ sexual orientation : unlabeled.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ relationship status : single.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ height : 174 cm ( 5 ft 8 ).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ weight : undisclosed.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ blood type : b-.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ natural eye color : dark brown.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ natural hair color : black.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ current hair color : brown/red.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ body modifications : 2 piercings. ( left ear ) 2 piercings. ( right ear ) 1 tattoo.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ face claim : park jihoon (soloist).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ speaking claim : park jihoon (soloist).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ vocal claim : choi soobin (tomorrow x together).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ dance claim : lee 'lee know' minho (stray kids).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ rap claim : park jihoon (soloist).

ぅ( FILE TWO ) ## CAREER INFORMATION

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ stage name : junmin. ( 준민 )  ̟ ˖ ⁺ explanation : his birth name.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ current agencies : louvix audio (2019 —— present). sonata media (2020 —— present).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ former agencies : n/a.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ training period : 5 months.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ years active : 2020 —— present.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ occupation : singer-songwriter. dancer. kpop idol.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ group : meliora (2020 —— present).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ debut date : may 1, 2020.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ debut age : 19 years old.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ position : main dancer, lead vocalist.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ representative color : amaranth ( #9f2b68 )  ̟ ˖ ⁺ representative emoji : ☄️  ̟ ˖ ⁺ representative color : eunha ( 은하 — is the korean word for "milky way", and it's a very pretty word, in junmin's opinion )

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ instagram : _eunjuns ( personal , 2.2m followers , 12 following )

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ known for : being the monotone member. his ability to accurately imitate australian accents. treating everyone but hajoon fairly. his ongoing beef with netizens because of what they say about him. cringing at the members loving nicknames for him. pushing away the members whenever they try to hug him. having those hypnotizing big brown eyes. laughing at everyone's misery. being the quietest 00 liner. posting the members more than himself on his own instagram. his unintentionally organized jean jacket collection. pretending he doesn't know his members. "cho haneul? i've never met a guy with that name".

ぅ( FILE THREE ) ## PERSONAL INFORMATION 

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ analyzing the mbti : intp // logician. is someone with the introverted, intuitive, thinking, and prospecting personal traits. these flexible thinkers enjoy taking an unconventional approach to many aspects of life. they often seek out unlikely paths, mixing willingness to experiment with personal creativity.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ strengths : analytical, objective, enthusiastic, imaginative, open-minded, honest.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ weaknesses : insensitive, absent-minded, disconnected, perfectionistic, chronic overthinker, very private.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ family members : father. mother. younger sister.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ family dynamics : junmin isn't necessarily close to his parents, it's not that he hates them or anything, he just doesn't know them. he doesn't keep in much contact with them unless it has to do with yejin.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ household history : junmin was born as the eldest of two in the heart of gangnam on a seemingly random may day. his father, a psychologist, and his mother, a college professor, were not looking to have kids, so they didn't know what to do with him, so they didn't do anything. junmin grew up not knowing his parents, or if they even liked him, they were either at work or had no time for what he had to say. to them, he was just a little mistake they made, so if they acted like he didn't exist, eventually he'd leave them alone. the lack of attention at home made it a suffocating place for junmin, so whenever he could, he spent most of his time at school, what was there to do at home anyway besides get ignored? nothing really changed when yejin was born in late 2009, the most they'd do was give their kids occasional allowance money and lackluster birthday gifts, but work was always first, so junmin pretty much assumed responsibility over his baby sister, always attending her events, graduations, accompanying her to school every single day, picking her up from school every single day, he became the parent for her he never had, and while their neglect was never physically in any way, junmin is never sure if he can really have a relationship with his parents these days.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ father : ko junho, born april 27 1973 in yongin, gyeonggi, south korea, resides in gangnam, seoul, south korea, employed as a psychologist, father of 2.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ mother : sim gyuri, born march 10 1974 in gangnam, seoul, south korea, resides in gangnam, seoul, south korea, employed as a college professor, mother of 2.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ younger sister : ko yejin, born november 28 2009 in gangnam, seoul, south korea, resides in gangnam, seoul, south korea, high school student.

ぅ( FILE FOUR ) ## TRIVIAL INFORMATION

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ habits & mannerisms : scrunching his nose when he's focused, shoving his hands into his pockets, picking at his fingers, always maintaining eye contact, covering his own ears whenever his members get too loud, always rechecking to make sure things are in order, laughing in scary situations, smiling without his teeth, letting people lay on his shoulder.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ hobbies and skills : reading, analyzing literature, organizing his room, dancing, room decoration, sleeping, knitting, sewing, foreign language learning, listening to music and reading at the same time, jotting while reading, playing old korean games, imitating australian accents, pretending to not know his members.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ likes : success, swans, teaching others, silence, his bed, listening instead of talking, books with happy endings, renaissance paintings, thrillers, hapkido, debates, puzzles, red velvet cake, sleeping, peace, story games, specific nicknames, burgundy, being alone (on most occasions), chocolate bars, being able to go non-verbal with his members.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ dislikes : talking too much, honey, stupid interview questions, being put in charge, noise, when everyone's voices are overlapping, getting touched by strangers, public speaking, giving speeches, cooking, personal questions, being forced to speak up, strawberry cake, ceiling fans, talking to people he doesn't like.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ phobias : n/a

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite colors : amaranth, burgundy.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite season : autumn.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite animals : swans, puppies.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite numbers : 16.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ personal playlist : parlé à ta tête, indila. cloud 9, exo. let the night, aimyon. rising sun, tvxq. i guess, mitski. 1+1, beyoncé. the family jewels, marina. kiss of life, sade. hotline, psychic fever. endless, nameless, nirvana. eat the rich, aerosmith. one hundred sleepless nights, pierce the veil.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ close friends : lee kyoungyoon, dkz. kim suhyeon, kim haram, billlie. ahn jaehee, cherryade.

ぅ( FILE FIVE ) ## FACTUAL INFORMATION

001 ▬▬ junmin is someone who doesn't talk if he doesn't have to. he could sit through a whole group video or live without even making a noise, the members usually have to get him to talk on most occasions.

002 ▬▬ junmin quite literally cannot deal with being in charge, he would rather die before ever becoming leader for a day. according to him, if he was chosen as the leader of meliora, nothing would ever get solved.

003 ▬▬ junmin posts himself once in a lifetime on instagram, but besides that, his page is just full of photos of the members, when he does upload photos of himself, fans celebrate it all across social media.

004 ▬▬ junmin was literally not supposed to be in meliora, the only reason he ever got into louvix audio was because he took a wrong turn while going somewhere to meet a friend. a scout spotted him and handed him a business card, he says he remembers thinking it was a scam.

005 ▬▬ junmin is one of four meliora members with a college degree. he has his bachelor's in entertainment design, which he received from yonsei university.

006 ▬▬ junmin, literally, has the prettiest eyes ever. he has a whole nickname dedicated to them ("angel eyes"), and he considers them to be one of the traits he's most proud of.

007 ▬▬ he is a known disliker of overly sweet nicknames ("honey", "sweetie", "sweetheart", etc..), which is why hajoon and haneul call him just every cringey nickname they know of. they enjoy seeing him get annoyed by their antics.

008 ▬▬ junmin prides himself on how good he is at listening, he's super attentive to others and what they say, so while he might not talk much, he listens in and always remembers what other people say.

009 ▬▬ he does not like going out that much. he will literally spend all day at home reading if there's no practice or stupid interview he has to do. the only reason he really goes out is because the members (hajoon mainly) drag him out to do stupid stuff with them.

010 ▬▬ he has his drivers license, but he dislikes driving. he'd rather be driven around.

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WHAT YOU WAITING FOR? Park Yeonwoo for 2NITE MAGAZINE. 11 Aug, 2022.

It was admittedly harder to get an audience with the elusive JALEN DUAN than I initially thought it would be. There were many emails left ignored, polite messages left at the front desk of the JAGUAR building to an unimpressed-looking secretary that I was assured would be passed on but I assume never were, and altogether a lot of general frustration before we reached where we were—that place in question being quite a dingy-looking fast food place with one flickering light, a few dead-on-their-feet looking teenaged employees milling around in the back, and a singular other patron tucked away quietly in their chosen booth.

I had gotten there before the vocalist, and so had taken quite a few creative liberties while ordering as I assumed what food from the menu he might have liked to eat, but my efforts turned out to be in vain when he pushed the door open, found me and my tray of greasy goodness, made a disgusted face, and stole the large drink I’d ordered instead.

“I’m not touching any of that with a ten-foot barge pole,” was what JALEN had informed me, making himself comfortable on the leather seat opposite me before gesturing to it and then myself. “You’re free to dig in, though.”

I decided it would be rather rude if I was trying to ask him all the questions I’d diligently written down to prepare for this fateful meeting with a mouth full of burger and fries, and so declined and pushed the tray to the side. I wanted to get straight down to business, and told him as such.

(And was rewarded with a flat look and the sound of soda painstakingly being sucked up through his straw. “Well.. I’m not stopping you” was all he said out loud, but the underlying message of ‘get on with it’ wasn’t hard to read).

It suddenly wasn’t so difficult to see why JALEN was often referred to as one of the more unfriendly-looking members of CHERRYADE. But if I’d waited this long for a single interview (one he wasn’t likely to give in the first place, nor entertain any offers of more), I was definitely going to wring everything I could manage out of the man. So I sat up straighter, fished the crumpled-up receipt filled to the brim with all the ideas for questions I could ask out of my back pocket, indulged in a single fry for my troubles before I began (and resolutely ignoring the look I got in response), and got right to it.

“This whole redebuting thing—how’s that been working out for you? It’s been.. What, a year now?”

Not that I’d seen any celebrations for the milestone from neither the group nor the company. It was more bet wins on how long they’d last being cashed in amongst the fans than anything else.

JALEN made a so-so movement with his hand, head tilting in thought before he answered. “It’s been working out just fine, I guess. I mean, we’re still together, aren’t we? For longer than anyone thought we’d actually last. I’ve had HAEIL with me from our ALGORHYTHM days, at least. DOYEON got lumped in with us without actually knowing anyone.”

“And there’s not too much.. Trouble in paradise?”

The once-contemplative look on his face melted into a small smile, one eyebrow raised. It took another sip of his drink before he slowly set the cup down again and answered. “‘Paradise’ is a stretch, don’t you think? But.. No, actually, it hasn’t been the Hell I was expecting. Sure, YIJUN’s been making his rounds in the headlines—which is like, how many fights do you want to start? I’m half sure he wants us to disband—and there’s been a couple arguments, but nothing career threatening. Yet.”

The ominous end to his answer made me pause. Maybe he found the reaction amusing, because on the opposite side of the table JALEN then burst into laughter. It was the most expressive I’d ever seen him, granted I’d been seeing him for a total of maybe 15 minutes at the very most.

“I’m just fucking with you,” he assured me, smirk still on his face. “I might be a bit of a pessimist, but I don’t have the glass-half-empty approach to CHERRYADE. Or any of the boys, really. They might irritate me sometimes, and hate each other some other times, but I want us to stick it out a little longer. DOYEON might be the leader, but I’m the oldest. I kinda want to.. I don’t know, take care of them a bit.”

It was a surprisingly heartfelt answer, but also one that JALEN looked like he regretted as soon as it left his lips. He mimed throwing up in his mouth and shuddered a little, shaking his head as if to snap himself out of the caring side of himself that he’d just displayed.

“Nevermind. Gross.”

The somewhat-childish words made me crack a smile of my own, and it wasn’t that hard to relax a little after that. Questions seemed to flow easier, the ice having been broken.

“Forgive me if I’m prodding too far into it, but I think it’s something everyone wants to know: are there any.. You know, bad eggs? People you should look out for?”

His smirk widened, something of a scoff escaping him. “‘Bad egg?’ Who the fuck says that anymore?”

“Just humour me. For the sake of the story.” Because any good journalist should be prepared to give up a little of their dignity for the sake of the story.

“There’s always ‘bad eggs.’ You’re not going to like everyone you meet.” Was his matter-of-fact (and very unsatisfactory answer), but before I could press for more he had continued on anyway. “But—well, yeah. Some people..” He trailed off to roll his eyes, taking another sip from the paper cup sat before him and looking like he was thinking of a way to put it that wasn’t filled to the brim with expletives and curses on said ‘people’s’ families. Although personally, I thought the more expletives, the better.

“Some people really piss me off,” he finally settled on, smile gone and replaced with the same carefully blank look he’d levelled at me earlier. “Even if I’ve never properly met them, I see the way they act and the way they talk and it just makes me wanna—” his hands squeezed together, one half raised as if he was thinking of making a punching motion, but then dropping back to the table once he’d thought better of it. “It makes me wanna throw up. Or, like, blow up at them Yijun-Inkigayo style.” 

The grin came back for a fleeting moment after the short-lasting silence that followed his answer, JALEN shooting me a quick wink to go with it. “Not naming any names, though. I’m not a snitch.”

Annoying, but understandable. He’d just expressed his sentiments over wanting to keep the group together, and so I doubted going on record and listing all the people he had qualms with would do wonders for that wish. I indulged in a few more fries before carrying on.

“How do you not do that, then? Lose it, that is.”

He shrugged, fingers tracing the surface of the table. “Self-control. You’ve just gotta force yourself not to react—not where they can see you, anyway. Every time I want to start a fight or call someone out I can just, like, see all the headlines and the videos and the tweets when I close my eyes, and it puts me off. If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that there’s always someone watching, somewhere.”

There was a pause, but before I could assume that was the end of it and move on he was speaking up again. “I mean, that’s kind of the only reason I’m even here in the first place. DAEHOON and LEVI got in that fight, everything blew up, LEVI moved, and then the rest of us just.. Got shelved. Forgotten about. I was pretty much going insane from boredom, so when JAGUAR called up I felt like I couldn’t say yes fast enough. And it might not have been the best decision I’ve ever made, but..” he spread his palms, a sort of ‘what can you do’ motion. “I’m here now, so. Might as well see if I can hold out a bit more.”

With that, he brought his straw up to his lips again and drained the cup of its contents, leaving only the copious amount of ice cubes rattling around inside, before reaching forward and stealing a fry from its paper bag. The face he made after he’d swallowed told me all I needed to know of what he’d thought of it.

“Fuck me, those are awful.”

I attempted to hide the smile of my own by focusing back on my poor excuse of some notes, but it was hard to hold back when the noises of JALEN cracking open the plastic lid of his cup to desperately pop a few ice cubes in his mouth to try and get rid of the lingering aftertaste soon followed. For my last relatively longer question, I had decided to wait until he’d finished crunching through the frozen water to ask. It was only polite.

“If you could say anything—to, you know, all those wannabes, and up-and-comings, or even people who’ve been here just as long as you—what would it be? Some advice, what to and what not to do, I don’t know. Anything you want.”

It’s another one he takes a few seconds to think over, hands now gravitating to the multiple shining silver zippers of his leather jacket. The look on his face could almost be described as something wistful, at the risk of making him sound about twenty years older than he actually was.

“You have to be a bit shitty sometimes,” were his first words, plain and simple. “You can’t really get around that. You’ll get stressed and you’ll snap at your groupmates, or they’ll piss you off and you’ll retaliate, or someone else will be causing problems and you’ll step in. That’s just.. The truth—for me, at least. You can try and say you’re a good person all you want, but when there’s a comeback in a week and half your members have fucked off to go get drunk and the other half are either crying in their room or just doing absolutely fucking nothing—and to top it all off none of them are picking up their phones—then you’re not gonna end up acting like one.”

He was on a roll, clearly spurred on, and I made no move to stop him in his tracks.

“I mean, everyone’s a good person until a certain point, aren’t they? Or, they all still are perfectly good people, but once you’ve crossed a line it’s just so hard to come back from it there’s not really any point in trying. You start a fight once and everyone thinks you’re an argumentative piece of shit who can’t talk it out like an adult. You go out for the night once and everyone thinks you’re a party animal who goes stumbling back your apartment wasted as shit every day of the week. You smoke once, you’re an addict. You mention your childhood once and you’re either fishing for sympathy or think you’re some rich kid lording it over the rest of us. You can’t win, and you might as well just accept that while you can. You might’ve pulled up to your audition with pure intentions, but if you make it through then you’re definitely not going to come out as someone with your morals still intact by the end of it.”

To say I was in awe by the end of his speech would be something of an understatement. While I sat in silence, attempting to process the words that had just been laid upon me, JALEN just polished off the last of his ice and looked blankly into my dumbstruck face, completely unfazed by his own philosophy.

“Can I order another drink?”

I was powerless to do anything but agree.

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if you don’t mind sharing ofc, i HAVE to know what filter/coloring that you use. all of the colors are so pretty. ALSO GOGO BEST IDOL THATS TWIN FR

im so sorry but i honest to god can’t find who made it 😭😭 it’s called satanic call and i got it from deviantart but i think the original creator changed their user (???) or deleted their acc (???) bc it came up as a 404 when i looked up the usrname tht was on the file 🙁 i can. i can fax it to you if you want.. help...

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not a question but rather a fact: hasun has been formally adopted by me ^_^ that’s my son. he can do no wrong. anyone who hates him is miserable and bitter! if there are no hasun stans im no longer here. that’s my son.

⠀you asked for⠀⸻⠀HASUN ！

“ah..⠀thank you?⠀that means a lot!⠀i really appreciate it!”⠀he flounders on what action to use that would express his gratitude properly,⠀hands flailing aimlessly for a few moments before he settles on an only-slightly awkward finger heart.⠀“i’ll do my best for you!”

#⠀യ ⊹⠀˚⠀⠀LOVE FEELING⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀answered. #my sweetiepie 😭😭 just silly

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send me questions you have about my character!

anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!

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heii bappi by the deep spurred me into a fit of insp so. what now

#nooo guys i totally plan things can you stop screaming and throwing fireballs #maybe i'll discographise now and write later

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౨ৎ ─── 👾 HASHTAG ON THEIR INSTAGRAM STORIES!

a big thank you to everyone who’s ocs are included in this post (see if you can spot them), lots of love to you guys!💕

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OVERDRAMATIC ! ── ❛ it's salty between the sweet breath ❜. member 004, jung hajoon !

ぅ( FILE ONE ) ## BASIC INFORMATION

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ birth name : kwon jaram. ( 권자람 )  ̟ ˖ ⁺ legal name : jung hajoon. ( 정하준 )  ̟ ˖ ⁺ preferred name : hajoon. ( 하준 )  ̟ ˖ ⁺ name meanings : jaram. ( of arabic and korean origin, "자" meaning "lets" and "람" meaning "random access memory". ) hajoon. ( of korean origin, "하" meaning "summer" or "great, grand", "준" meaning "talented, handsome". )

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ nicknames : joon, joonie ( everyone. ) haneul's partner in crime, captain dramatic, summer ray ( meliora, his family. ) ex-husband ( junmin. ) sunflower, flower boy, blossom ( meliora, his family. ) jackie ( his mother. ) ramon ( his father. ) selca king ( his fans. )

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ date of birth : august 5th, 2000.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ legal age : 23 years old.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ zodiac sign : leo.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ lunar zodiac : dragon.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ place of birth : cheongsando island, south korea.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ hometown : aewol, jeju city, south korea.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ nationality : south korean.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ ethnicity : korean.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ residences : cheongsando island, south korea. ( 2000 —— 2004 ). aewol, jeju city, south korea. ( 2004 —— 2018 ). seoul, south korea. ( 2018 —— present ).

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ languages spoken : korean. ( 100% , jeju dialect ). tagalog ( 100% , standard tagalog ). english ( 43% , basic english ). japanese ( 9% , unspecified dialect ).

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ gender identity : cisgender male.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ pronouns : he/him.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ romantic orientation : biromantic.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ sexual orientation : bisexual.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ relationship status : in a relationship.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ height : 181 cm ( 5 ft 11 ).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ weight : undisclosed.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ blood type : a-.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ natural eye color : dark brown.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ natural hair color : black.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ current hair color : black.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ body modifications : 1 piercing. ( left ear ). 4 piercings ( right ear ). 2 tattoos.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ face claim : kim sunwoo (the boyz).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ speaking claim : kim sunwoo (the boyz).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ vocal claim : kim sunwoo (the boyz).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ dance claim : lee jaehyun (the boyz).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ rap claim : kim sunwoo (the boyz).

ぅ( FILE TWO ) ## CAREER INFORMATION

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ stage name : hajoon. ( 하준 )  ̟ ˖ ⁺ explanation : it's his name, and he is very proud of his name!

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ current agencies : louvix audio (2018 —— present). sonata media (2020 —— present).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ former agencies : n/a.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ training period : 2 years and 7 months.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ years active : 2020 —— present.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ occupation : rapper. dancer. songwriter. kpop idol.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ group : meliora (2020 —— present).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ debut date : may 1st, 2020.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ debut age : 19 years old.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ positions : main rapper, lead dancer.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ representative color : canary yellow. ( #ffff8f ).  ̟ ˖ ⁺ representative emoji : 🌼  ̟ ˖ ⁺ individual fandom name : 튤립 ( the korean word for "tulip", they're one of his favorite flowers )

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ instagram : junhayz_ ( personal , 1105 posts , 4m followers , 3 following ).

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ known for : being a theater kid. taking the best selcas in the whole group. going on rants about his celebrity crushes on weverse. being haneul's partner in crime. his flower obsession. literally being the personification of the color yellow. disowning his birth name. complimenting his fansites. his reactions at award shows. always holding his members hands so they don't get lost in crowds. forcing the members to go on roller coasters with him. his enemies to besties storyline with yijun of cherryade. being apart of the beloved comedy line. "i'm funnier than haneul! and DONT look that up!"

ぅ( FILE THREE ) ## PERSONAL INFORMATION 

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ analyzing the mbti : entp // debater. is someone with the extraverted, intuitive, thinking, and prospecting personality traits. they tend to be bold and creative, deconstructing and rebuilding ideas with great mental agility. they pursue their goals vigorously despite any resistance they might encounter.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ strengths : quick thinker, adaptability, confident, bold, knowledgeable, energetic.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ weaknesses : flightiness, impractical, procrastinator, argumentative, intolerant, disorganized.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ family members : father. mother. older sister.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ family dynamics : hajoon is close to all of his family, and he loves them more than anything. though he has met his biological mother, he and her don't have much of a relationship.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ household history : hajoon was born kwon jaram on august 5, 2000 in cheongsando island, south korea. from the get go, his birth mother has been riddled with various mental issues. he never met his biological father, but he never did really know his mother either. she turned to the not-so-best substances as coping mechanisms for her train wreck of a life, leaving her child in the dust as she did so. hajoon doesn't remember much of his early childhood, but he remembers yelling, a lack of attention, and watching random men come in and out of their house. he knew she was trying her best, really, but every time she looked at him, there was a look of hatred there. it was then that she decided to make a decision. on a july day she packed his things, and the two of them went on a "trip". they would take a ferry to aewol in jeju city and she'd leave him on the doorstep of one of her old friends, she told him to "wait for her", and the only thing the three year old hajoon could do was nod. the only reason he was discovered was because the three jungs would come home and find him just there on their doorstep. upon finding the three year old there, the couple, hanseul and haeun, would be confused as to what exactly was happening. days, weeks, months would go by, but hajoon's birth mother could not be found. haneul and haeun had basically become his parents, and their daughter, hyejin, had basically become the sister he never had. at some point, they felt like they weren't babysitting anymore, they were his parents. so, after a few legal battles and hurtful things said to them by his birth mother, they legally adopted him on november 9, 2004, and they changed his name to jung hajoon. ever since then, they've been his parents, and he never wishes it was ever different.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ father : hanseul jung, born july 19 1980 in davao city, the philippines, resides in aewol, jeju city, south korea, employed as a nuclear engineer, father of 2.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ mother : jung haeun, born february 23 1980 in aewol, jeju city, south korea, resides in aewol, jeju city, south korea, employed as a hydrologist, mother of 2.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ older sister : jung hyejin, born may 10 1999 in aewol, jeju city, south korea, resides in jeju, jeju city, south korea, employed as an athletic trainer.

ぅ( FILE FOUR ) ## TRIVIAL INFORMATION

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ habits & mannerisms : randomly getting chills, making sweater paws, moving his hands while explaining something, always kicking his lips even if they aren't dry, touching his ear as if there's an earpiece there even if there isn't, smiling whenever he thinks of an old joke, always racing to get the front seat in the van, snorting when he laughs.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ hobbies and skills : orchestrating hangouts with his members, studying stuff he doesn't need to, creative writing, practicing floriography, flower pressing, creating flower bouquets, writing poems about flowers, collecting and making bracelets, acting, directing films.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ likes : yellow, daffodils, sunflowers, theater acting, rapping, aesthetically pleasing places, poetry, bright colors, over the top cakes, flower fields, having creative freedom, picnics, wearing yohan's clothes, (yohan's) scented candles, floral jewelry, painting his nails.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ dislikes : being called jaram, his parents being referred to as his "adoptive parents", being alone, getting interrupted, cough syrup, scorpions, sailing, getting lost, messing up during practice, being dismissed by people, fireworks, fur coats, crying.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ phobias : atychiphobia ( fear of failure ). claustrophobia ( fear of confined spaces ).

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite colors : pastel yellow, coral.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite seasons : summer, autumn.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite animals : tigers, otters.  ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite numbers : 119.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ personal playlist : i was never there, the weeknd. 911/mr. lonely, tyler the creator. pilot jones, frank ocean. keep ya head up, 2pac. devil by the window, txt. invincible, wayv. hide and seek, cnblue. bitches ain't shit, dr. dre. got the juice, flo milli.

 ̟ ˖ ⁺ close friends : xiao dejun, liu yangyang, wayv. choi soobin, txt. lee minho, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, stray kids. ot5 artms. bae jinyoung, kim yonghee, cix. yoo jimin, aespa. qiao yijun, cherryade.

ぅ( FILE FIVE ) ## FACTUAL INFORMATION

001 ▬▬ hajoon is well known for having a new celebrity crush everyday. the literal moment he finds a new man to be attracted to he will rant about it on weverse to aponias, his current man-obsession is im siwan.

002 ▬▬ hajoon is brave but in the absolute strangest way, like yeah he has a fear of being stuck in elevators but he'll also walk into a tornado with no issues at all.

003 ▬▬ hajoon is basically meliora's official photographer, he's always taking photos of the members and he's the main member in the photo credits on most meliora posts. according to the members, he takes the best photos, and he he carries it around with pride.

004 ▬▬ hajoon is just SO affectionate and finds platonic relationships so important, but he's the kind of guy that looks like he's in love with his best friends. he constantly states that he's "in love with his members, but in like— a platonic way" because he can't exactly explain it in any other way. his love extends for miles.

005 ▬▬ because of his adoptive father being filipino, hajoon has become very knowledgeable on filipino traditions and has even become fluent in tagalog. despite not being filipino himself, he's often assumed to be. he has been adopted by all the filo aponias.

006 ▬▬ hajoon made sure to keep himself busy during high school. he did basketball, tennis, waterpolo, musical theater, and was even apart of the art club. but he states he only joined the art club because a girl he liked was also in the art club.

007 ▬▬ though hajoon has met his birth mother, he states that they don't have much of a relationship. he doesn't hate her by any means, the two of them just aren't close.

008 ▬▬ hajoon doesn't like it when people use the term "adoptive" to refer to his family. they are quite literally his only actual family, and he doesn't give a shit about blood relations.

009 ▬▬ hajoon only auditioned for louvix audio because his sister convinced him to while they were sightseeing in seoul. he remembers trying to say that he probably wouldn't get in, but when he went back in next week, he indeed did get in.

010 ▬▬ hajoon is very known for his "enemies to evil associates" storyline with yijun of @chcrryade. in the beginning of their "friendship", they couldn't even stand each other, glaring at music shows and being rumored to have had physical altercations after award shows. these days though, their bickering is more of playful, and they commit evil acts to terrorize their members together, skipping through the inkigayo halls arm in arm.

#⠀യ ⊹⠀˚⠀⠀LOVE FEELING⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀connections. #⠀⭔⠀˚⠀⠀HiGH ADEPTA⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀yijun. #yijun and his pathological need to piss every man off ever before reluctantly dropping the beef when they get past the bitchy act

[chcrryade]

DISC OO2⠀⸻⠀won’t you call my name ?

TASTE TEST is the first full album from fictional boy group CHERRYADE, released both physically and digitally on 18 MARCH 2022. it consists of nine tracks, along with a short outro, and took the group’s concept in a more mature-feeling direction, with many an innuendo made in the lyrics and countless sensual looks thrown towards the camera while performing their similarly intimate choreography live. a new record of 1M copies were sold, as well as two music show wins awarded. in the minds of the public, this era is usually remembered for the dating rumours, the opening of the boys’ separate instagram accounts (with almost immediate leaks of messages & photos from said accounts), and far too many hip-thrusts.

SWEET CHERRY SELTZER⠀⸻⠀TRACKLIST⠀⬦

O1 ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀FEEL NOTHING

lyrics 고고, 해일⠀produced by 대진

O2 ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀DRIFTING

lyrics 하선, 대진⠀produced by 주선

O3 ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀DON’T YOU KNOW?

lyrics 잘렌, 하선⠀produced by 대진

O4 ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀BAD DREAM

lyrics 宜君, 고고⠀produced by 주선

O5 ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀REPLAY

lyrics 재희, 대진⠀produced by 주선

O6 ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀DANCE

lyrics 해일, 대진⠀produced by 대진

O7 ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀TAKE IT OFF

lyrics 잘렌, 주선⠀produced by 주선

O8 ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀GIMME

lyrics 宜君, 잘렌⠀produced by 대진, 잘렌

O9 ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀WORLD

lyrics 도연, 해일⠀produced by 대진

1O ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀OUTRO: REPEAT

lyrics 주선⠀produced by 대진

YOU GOTTA BE CRAZY⠀⸻⠀ERA NOTES⠀Ꮺ

°⠀some pieces on this project weren’t so generally well-received as the five from DOUBLE DIP. most went down completely fine, both the public and a few critics here and there citing them as good—or listenable, at least—but DANCE and DON’T YOU KNOW? in particular didn’t receive the same treatment. they were written off as useless noise tracks and from general consensus are understood to be the least popular on the album by far. still, despite their bad reception, the rest of the album was agreed to have again solidified the mood & concept of this new era: exactly the more mature, alluring one that ALL DAY back on DOUBLE DIP prophesised it to be.

°⠀and god, did the members take the words ‘mature & alluring’ and run with them. all live performances (DRIFTING, GIMME, and TAKE IT OFF being the ones performed the most) seemed like a competition for who could give the camera the most fuck-me eyes, or who could incorporate the most suggestive movements into the already-suggestive choreography. they ran bets backstage for who would end up with the most revealing outfit, and every time DOYEON said “what if something rips open?” he had to cough up ₩100.

°⠀since the public had loosened their suspicions on whether the seven all hated each other or not after how perfectly civil they all seemed during DOUBLE DIP, JAGUAR saw this as a chance to put them out in public and send them off on group schedules and released behind videos far more than the sparse amount of extra content than they had previously, now that they were sure nobody was going to spend hours trying to pick it apart in search for signs that things weren’t all as friendly as they seemed. the group made appearances on more variety shows, took part in more interviews, and a few vlogs of the member’s daily routines or fun off-schedule outings even started popping up on their youtube—GOGO and JAEHEE being the ones that uploaded the most.

°⠀again, though, it wouldn’t be a proper era without all the scandals that came with it. first came the few dating rumours, first centred around JALEN and former BONSOIR member JIYEOL after they were spotted leaving leaving a club together, then later DOYEON and an unnamed man who was revealed to just be a producer at JAGUAR. neither were taken all that seriously (and neither had any truth in them), and so JAGUAR never released any statements addressing either of them.

°⠀the next thing that landed them in a bit of hot water was shortly after the creation of their separate instagram accounts. they’d been up & running for about a month before an anonymous account leaked alleged messages between YIJUN, GOGO, and HAEIL. the messages themselves weren’t anything particularly special (although there was a few instances where YIJUN was seen speaking ill of both JAGUAR and JAEHEE) but the images being released at all only made the perfect opportunity for them to be edited to make the three of them guilty of saying anything under the sun. JAGUAR did come forward to make a statement on this, although they put the blame on the person who had leaked the messages and came to the defence of the trio instead of condemning them as some had wanted.

°⠀despite the downs, TASTE TEST was another success-filled era for the seven. their name was slowly & steadily growing, becoming more & more well known, and that was a fact that JAGUAR couldn’t be happier about. it seemed that what had initially been their last-ditch attempt was in the running to become one of their best ones yet.

#⠀⬦ ⠀˚⠀⠀ALL ABOUT ME⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀discography. #fake kpop oc #fake kpop group #fake kpop bg #fictional kpop group #fictional idol group #fictional idol community #i tt on his dd until he CHERRYADE #the everlasting jaejun beef keeps me going its so funny

[chcrryade]

when you think you know what i know.

Hasun, and all of the people he has to learn how to understand.

INCLUDES ⁺⠀lee hasun, cherryade ensemble. TIMESTAMP ⁺⠀JULY—NOVEMBER 2021. WARNINGS ⁺⠀profanity, injury, smoking, arguing. the piece as a whole is kind of a mish-mash of scenes!! WORD COUNT ⁺⠀7.8K. NOTE ⁺⠀i guess this is.. a chapter? or at least a little insight into these weirdo freaks idk.. but i hope u like it anw!!! if u hv any thoughts please tell me or i’ll blow up!!! and finally thanku to my fave isa for making the decision for me for this to be through hasun’s eyes (bc it was originally gonna b doyeon LOL). love u 🫂

ఇ⠀PRACTICE ROOM⠀3RD JUNE, 2021

Doyeon looked like he was an untied shoelace away from snapping.

It was just them in the practice room, the others having left not long after the choreographer did to spend the rest of their evenings however they so desired. Hasun stayed because of the creeping worry he was falling behind, an uncomfortable feeling hanging over his head that if he didn’t get up to standard soon he would simply be cut. Easily, thoughtlessly, as he had seen the company do before and feared they would do again.

Why Doyeon was still there, though, he had no clue. The older seemed miles ahead of him in terms of talent, every move he made flowing perfectly into the next. Doyeon was like honey, slow and sure and golden, and Hasun supposed that made him something of an irritating bee trying to replicate it for himself. He had first tried to just shut him out, focus on his own steps and twists and turns, but soon the force of Doyeon’s trainers against the wooden floor were starting to drown out the music from the speakers, and Hasun had been watching him ever since, barely attempting to keep up the pretence of following the routine anymore. His movements were ghosts of what they had been earlier, eyes fixed on the figure next to him in the mirror.

The older boy seemed.. Off. What was once honey-smooth now looked more jerky, forceful. Like it was being pulled out of him, every movement too big for his body. His face was blank, eyes far away, and his hands were curled into fists at his side. Hasun’s brows drew together, mouth opening to call out, to try and snap Doyeon out of whatever trance he looked to have fallen into, but he faltered in the face of the rhythmic beat of trainers against floorboards and the melodic vocals of their mock-up debut track playing on repeat.

Everything seemed to grow in volume. Feet on the floor. His breathing in his ears. Music from the speaker, lyrics from the song. It was a climbing crescendo, and the chilling feeling was back—running along the nape of his neck, a feather-light touch across his skin that left it crawling. Something felt wrong.

The music only felt like it got louder, after that. As if protesting against the sense of dread that was slowly seeping into his train of thinking. His hands were cold, his feet ached, his eyes widened. Everything was slowing down, and Doyeon was stopping in place, and his eyes seemed to snap open in realisation, finally awake, and then—then he was crumbling to the floor, a pained yell ringing out around the room that echoed horribly in Hasun’s ears. The demo track carried on.

He was by his side in a second, hands cautious as they hovered for a moment before he finally settled them first on his back, then moved to his shoulder. He didn’t know what to do. Doyeon pushed to sit upright, the clouded-over look in his eyes replaced with something that Hasun couldn’t name, and didn't know how to describe. 

“Hyung. Are—are you alright? Should I go get someone?”

The way the older one reacted made it seem like nothing sounded worse. He jerked further upright, shifting out of Hasun’s hesitant grip, and his hand made to grab at his arm, eyes suddenly frantic. “No, fuck. I’m.. I’m alright, Hasun-ah. See?”

To demonstrate, he pushed himself to stand and presented his hands in a flourish. It was almost believable, until he moved to take a step and one of his knees nearly buckled all over again. Doyeon slumped back to the floor before his legs could do it for him, face pale and all excuses shocked silent.

Hasun was starting to panic. His hands rose to try and reach for the dancer again, but he shoved them back by his sides when he saw how they were shaking. Idiot, he berated himself, glaring hard at the floor so Doyeon didn’t see the unsurety in his face. You’re supposed to be helping.

“Are you sure, hyung? Please don’t lie, I don’t.. I don’t know what to do.”

To Hasun’s horror, he felt the hot prickle of tears threatening to fall, a broken half-sob clogging up his throat before he choked it down and clamped a hand over his mouth. Shame came not long afterwards, the tips of his ears burning red-hot. He couldn’t be breaking down, not now, not here—not when, if anything, it should’ve been Doyeon brought to tears. Doyeon who seemed to be the picture of calm in that moment, teeth coming to gnaw at his bottom lip as he yanked up the leg of his sweatpants to inspect his ankle, brow furrowing slightly at what he saw. He lifted his gaze from his leg to try and reassure the youngest one more time, but stopped still when he saw the tears shining in his eyes, resolutely avoiding eye contact. His words faltered, coming out stilted, awkward. The positions had flipped, and now Doyeon was the one with no clue of what move to make.

“Hasun-ah, I’m fine. Hyung’s fine. There’s no need to—just. Don’t cry, Hasun-ah. Please.”

His attempts at consolement were flimsy, crumbling at the foundations, and so he gently set a hand on the maknae’s shoulder instead. That seemed to be all Hasun needed for him to collapse into Doyeon’s shoulder, head down and cries muffled in the thin fabric of his sweater. The demo track was still playing from the speakers, lyrics looping over and over. Hasun wished he was back in the dorms. In bed, underneath a duvet in a room that at thirteen had seemed so like a stranger but he now knew like the back of his hand. He wanted his tears to dry, the music to stop, a warm meal that evening, and for Doyeon to be alright. For everyone to be alright. He wanted to make it, and he wanted everyone to be fine when they did.

Doyeon appeared to understand without him saying a word. He simply pulled him in closer, a hand making its way to stroke over his hair softly, tangling and untangling the strands between his fingers. There they sat; in the practice room long after everyone else had left, long after the sun had set. Bruises were starting to form around Doyeon’s ankle, sickening shades of purple and blue. Hasun’s hands were still cold, his head starting to hurt from the soft sobs that wracked through his frame. Neither of them paid any mind, for now.

“We’ll be alright, Hasunnie. We’ll get through this.”

Maybe it was an empty promise, but Hasun didn’t care. It was good enough for him.

ఇ⠀CLUB (?)⠀5TH JULY,  2021

“Why are we here, Jalen-hyung?”

The strobe lights were hurting his eyes, painting him pink and purple and blue and a whole other range of colours he was too overwhelmed to remember the name of, the bass of whatever EDM remix they were bumping was matching how fast his heart was beating, and his hands were sweaty from where they were holding onto the back of Jalen’s shirt in a vice grip as the older led them through the back-alley club he’d dragged him to—for what reason, he could do nothing but guess.

Jalen turned back to him, the white of his teeth when he grinned gleaming at him even through the pseudo-darkness. “Inspiration. Why else? You said you wanted to write a song, didn’t you?”

Hasun shifted, straightening up when somebody knocked into him from behind and then carried on pushing their way through the crowd without so much as an apology. “Not about anything like this. I’m not—I’m not even allowed to be in here yet.”

All he got in response was an eyeroll, and then suddenly Jalen was off again, finally coming to a stop at a rare empty booth that he shoved Hasun into before cramming up next to him. Sweat was starting to bead across his forehead from the stuffiness of the room, and the older one’s voice was too loud in his ear when he leaned in close to yell in it.

“So just don’t tell anyone! It's not like I’m making you do shots, I’m just trying to get you inspired. What is it you even want to write, anyway?”

That was where Hasun stopped in his tracks, suddenly far too interested in the rings on his fingers than meeting Jalen’s eyes. The thing was.. He himself didn’t really know. Hasun just knew he wanted to do something, contribute something other than his vocals on the tracks and dancing for the stages. Every single one of the other members already had things to show, traits they were known for, both personalities and reputations already established (for better or, in some cases, for much worse), and Hasun had nothing. He was the nobody, the new boy. So he figured a good way to show people he wasn’t going to just stand around without pulling his weight would be to get his name in the credits for one song, at the very least.

But he couldn’t relay all that to Jalen. He’d probably just laugh, leer, pat him on the head and tell him that his voice would be more than enough, because he didn’t get it. Because it wouldn’t, it wasn’t, and it never would be. That was one of the first things he’d learned as a trainee, standing in the cold one November evening while his cousin stubbed out cigarettes under her stilettos and ingrained into him things that he’d never learn in any practice room.

They never just want your voice. Or your talent as a dancer, or your pretty white smile. It’s not that easy. You have to be someone, you know. You have to be the one who tells the best jokes, or gets the most girls, or the one who looks like they just don’t give a fuck about anything—about anyone. You have to write the songs, or get yourself onto billboards, or say the most in all the interviews. You’re not enough. She never said it, but it was written in the fine lines, the footnotes. Hasun was desperate to please and to prove, so with knuckling down and shoving some lyrics in front of their producer’s face with a hopeful smile he hoped to kill both of those birds with one stone.

But he couldn’t relay all that to Jalen. So instead he just shrugged, raising his head and trying not to mumble so he’d be heard over the music. 

“I don’t know. Just.. Something. Something fun.” Something worthy. Something that’s enough.

The older one again gestured at the atmosphere around them, with a force that sent one of his dangling earrings swinging and an eyebrow raised in expectation. “Fun? We’re at just the place for it.”

For him, maybe. Hasun had overheard all the stories Haeil had playfully forced him to tell the rest about his life back home, everything he’d seen and done so far. Scenes like this probably felt like a place where he could slip into a second skin, into a nature he’d grown up inhabiting. For Hasun it felt like being thrown into the deep end, locked in a cage with his oxygen cut off. Everywhere he looked was another flash of glittering fabric, sparkling jewellery, and on occasion an LED-endowed vape clutched in the hand of a drunk partygoer—which Hasun was half-sure was allowed just as much as him even being in this place at all, but from how run-down the entire establishment looked (from both the outside and in) he wouldn’t be surprised if the smoke alarm’s wires had been cut long before anyone started flicking lighters or hitting blinkers.

The air felt as if it was weighed down, so laden with the force of sweat and perfume and powder that Hasun felt that if he stuck his tongue out he would be able to taste it. He laughed weakly in response to Jalen’s question and shimmied down further into his side, trying his best to melt into the cheap leather even if the stench of the alcohol that had seeped through it made him want to retch.

Unfortunately, Jalen wouldn’t let him off that easily. His grip around his arm wasn’t a rough one, but it was firm enough that he tugged him back into sitting upwards with ease. His gaze when he turned to stare into Hasun’s eyes was unflinching and uncomfortable, and the youngest wished he’d said yes when Jalen had asked if he was doing anything that night.

“Stop moping, just humour me for a minute. Ignore this shitty music, ignore everyone else—just stay in your head and think. Lyrics can be anything, you know, no one’s expecting us to bring anything deep to the table. Fuck it, you can write about the awful shade of purple they’ve painted the walls if it means you’ve got a song on your hands. Just.. You know. Try.”

Try. Try and write something fun. Something enough. He tossed Jalen a wary look in the face of his gentle encouragement, but broke the eye contact and tried to push out the overbearing noise thumping into his skull anyway. Stay in your head. His mind was quiet, a place of solace, and he slowly lowered his head into the comfort of his folded arms atop the table, tugging his beanie down over his ears in an attempt to muffle the bass even further, and thought. Felt.

It took a while for anything to form, while he sat there and stared into the ocean of neon lights and young recklessness, and when it did it didn’t even come all at once. It didn’t come in a perfect flow of intro-verse-chorus-verse, but instead in broken lines. Or rather, just one. But he shot upright all the same, and Jalen next to him jerked in surprise, eyes wide as Hasun tugged harshly on the sleeve of his jacket.

“Hyung. We need to go. I need to write this down.”

Jalen’s grin was just as wide as it had been earlier, and looked to gleam even brighter as he got to his feet and gave the youngest a hand, arm around his shoulders as he tugged him out the same entrance they’d come in from. Hasun’s eyes were trained on his feet, at the floor, desperately trying to keep what he’d thought of in mind, trying not to lose it to the tug of the crowd and the rhythm of the music. It wasn’t whole, wasn’t any sort of final product or finished piece, but when it was..

When it was, then maybe it would be enough. But only then.

ఇ⠀CHERRYADE DORM⠀21ST JULY,  2021

The voices in the kitchen were far too loud for Hasun’s liking. He almost hadn’t heard them at all, because debut was around the corner and they were being worked to the bone, but the combination of the walls being so thin, his room being the closest to the kitchen, and the slamming of the front door with the harsh back-and-forth between whoever was out there that followed not long afterwards was enough to rouse him. He shifted upwards in his bed, bleary eyes struggling to make out one foot from the other as he shoved back the thin duvet and reached for a hoodie tossed over the chair shoved against his tiny desk. He was gentle as he pushed open the door, quiet as he pushed it closed behind him. The only light was coming from the warm yellow bulb under the stove hood, and bathed in it he could just barely make out Haeil sitting on the counter, face half obscured by the figure in front of him. 

Hasun made to step closer, to ask what was going on, until he snapped to full attention at the sound of Jalen’s voice, the coldness of his tone cutting straight through the otherwise warm atmosphere.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Are you drunk? Is that it? How could you do something so stupid?”

Haeil’s face twisted into something ugly, and he shifted away from the older man in front of him, hand reaching up to rub at one of his eyes. His reply was just as harsh, his usual apathetic state turned cruel by whatever argument he was in the middle of.

“I’m not drunk, and I’m not stupid, either. God, you make it sound like I asked for this to happen. If you’re just going to give me a lecture, you can fuck off. I can take care of this by myself.”

Jalen’s returning scoff hurt Hasun’s ears. He only pressed closer, bringing his hands up to hold Haeil’s face in a way that was far too soft for how he was berating him only moments earlier. Hasun felt slightly sick, skin burning too hot for the thick fabric of his hoodie. He didn’t think he was supposed to be seeing this or hearing this at all. But he couldn’t turn away, rooted to the spot out of the morbid curiosity that was eating through him.

“Can’t you just let me help, for once? It’s late. Knowing you, you’ll knock everything over and wake everyone up. I don’t want to deal with a pissy Yijun at two in the morning, thanks.”

Despite how Jalen’s tone had lightened, lifting at the end in a half-attempt at a joke, a hand reaching out for Haeil to take, a silent plea for them to agree on a truce, the rapper was resistant. He squirmed out of the vocalist’s hold once again, and turned his eyes towards his feet, words only just above a mumble—so quiet that Hasun strained forward in order to hear, and hated himself a bit for it.

“You’re not my mother.”

The play at being civil dropped, then. So abruptly that Hasun could feel it in the air—like there was a drop in temperature, a shift in the mood. It was a step too far. The three steps back that came as the fallout to Jalen’s weak excuse of moving forward. Jalen straightened up, all previous notions of helping Haeil discarded, forgotten. His next words sounded mean in a way Hasun hadn’t known Jalen to be, the sardonic smile visible even if his back was turned.

“That’s a bit rich coming from you, isn’t it? Has she called?”

Silence rang out in the kitchen. If Haeil had taken it a step too far, then Jalen had just ripped it apart with his bare hands. All was quiet for a few moments longer, before the oldest moved to speak up again, hand slowly raising to Haeil—who was just.. Staring at him, eyes saying far more than either of them could ever out loud and body stunned still—again, before he dropped it with a sigh and turned on his heel. Hasun froze on the spot, unsure of whether he should return to the safety of his own room or press himself as close to the wall as possible and hope Jalen would brush right past him in the dark.

But before he could come to a decision Jalen had solved the issue for him, simply brushing straight past him without a mere glance in his direction and wrenching open the door to his own room, letting it slam carelessly shut behind him and leaving Haeil behind on the counter watching in silence, mouth having opened as if to call out after him but then thinking better of it, and Hasun with his heart thumping hard in his chest, socked feet unmoving from where he’d been stood throughout the whole ordeal.

And then there were two. Haeil looked to have curled in on himself, head hanging and arms loosely wrapped around his sides, and Hasun felt he had to do something—because if he’d gleaned anything from the conversation he’d just overheard, it was that something had gone wrong. So he steeled himself, pulled his hood down from where he’d had it covering his messy head of hair, and stepped forward into the low kitchen light.

“Hyung? Are you—is everything alright? I just heard some noise, so..” The lie settled uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach, but it was better than admitting what he’d just overheard. Haeil startled at his voice, head snapping up to face him, and what looked back at Hasun was a face that held something far worse than any of the scenarios the youngest had been thinking of. Haeil’s face was bruised, beaten, the beginnings of a black eye already starting to form. His arms looked to have fared a little better, but there was blood still sluggishly oozing from one of his scraped knees. The laugh he let out in response to Hasun’s question echoed around the empty room, sounding almost hollow.

“Does it look alright? Think some concealer would cover it up fine? Some drunk fuck jumped me while I was out for a—just. While I was out.”

His skin was burning hot to the touch, and Hasun’s hands were shaking as he tried to figure out what to do. He felt like he was back under the stark white lights of the practice room with a fallen Doyeon before him, a fawn on unstable legs. Haeil was a lot less receptive to his panic, though, simply pushing himself off of the counter (biting back a curse when he did so, the leg he’d injured shaking a bit when he landed on it too hard on his bare feet) and opening up the cupboard they’d unspokenly agreed was meant for the more miscellaneous things, fishing around for the unopened box of plasters and throwing Hasun a half-hearted thumbs-up when he found them.

“I’ll be fine, Hasun-ah. It’s nothing water won’t fix. Why don’t you go back to bed, hm? Hyung’s sorry for waking you up.”

The bathroom was all the way at the other end of the hall, and Hasun watched on in silence as Haeil hobbled his way down, melting further and further away from the warm kitchen light and disappearing into the darkness, the only sound being his bare footsteps padding across the wooden floor. Bright white illuminated his silhouette when he switched on the bathroom light, the blooming bruises on his pale skin almost unearthly in the unnatural glow. He turned and met Hasun’s waiting gaze over his shoulder, and the look he gave him felt inconceivable. The moment stretched on for a beat, another.

Haeil turned back and slammed the door shut behind him, taking the light as he went. Hasun, now standing alone in the kitchen, clad in his socks and sleep shorts and threadbare hoodie, felt like there was something he wasn’t getting—that there were lines he couldn’t see, and so was unable to read between.

But he supposed he’d never find out now. The only thing left to do was flick the stove light off and trudge back to his bedroom, falling back onto his bed and being unable to do anything but close his eyes and try to dream.

Haeil’s eyes stared back at him when he did; asking a question Hasun didn’t know how to answer, wanting to hear things Hasun didn’t know how to say.

ఇ⠀CAFÉ⠀30TH AUGUST,  2021

It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Yijun smile, but it was certainly one of the only. Hasun had no clue who he was talking to on the other end of the phone, but whoever they were had the main rapper grinning like a fool, all while Jaehee and himself were left to sit opposite and make small talk—which wasn’t going all that well either, seeing as Jaehee was far too busy trying to eavesdrop into the other’s phone call to make any sort of conversation with the youngest. So the only real source of entertainment he had was to play with the straw poking out of the top of his smoothie (that Yijun had earlier commandeered one sip of, and then proceeded to fake-retch at the taste of) or people-watch from their convenient window seat, watching as couples and friends and lone individuals wandered by.

“Do you have to? Fine, if whatever you’re doing is more important than me, then go ahead, but just know I’m getting you back next time I see you. Mm. Alright. Love you, bye.”

His conversation apparently having ended, Yijun carelessly let his phone clatter back onto the table and sat back in his chair, taking his coffee with him as he did so. Jaehee leaned forward eagerly, grin on his face as he started his interrogation.

“Who was that?” The leering grin on his face made Hasun feel like Jaehee knew perfectly well who it was, and was only asking to piss Yijun off.

The question served its purpose to a T. Yijun turned his nose up and released the bitten straw from his lips to snap back at him almost immediately. “None of your business. Nosy fuck.”

The fellow rapper pulled a face, slumping back into his own seat but not staying deterred for long, piping back up after only a few seconds of sulking. “I was just asking, God.”

Hasun wanted to finish his drink as fast as possible and leave the two to their oncoming argument, but at the same time he felt he needed to attempt to mediate. Surely they wouldn’t start yelling like they did on occasion back at the dorms—seeing as the café they were all sitting in was a very public place, and with Yijun’s first group scandal already under his belt after his run-in with a senior at Inkigayo they were already walking on thin ice.

“Well, don’t.” Came Yijun’s snappy reply, taking another pointed sip of his drink that drained the rest of it and setting it back down on the table with the force that made his phone jump in its place face-down on the smooth surface. “Why are you even here? I don’t want you to be.”

The pout on Jaehee’s face was starting to morph into something that looked more like a scowl. “Who died and made you leader? I’ll go where I want, I don’t care if you want me there or not.” It seemed like a final statement, but then the rapper was turning towards Hasun with a sudden grin that made him look like something of a cartoon shark, wide and pointy. “Hasunnie does, doesn’t he?”

Shifting awkwardly in his seat, now with the force of two unblinking pairs of eyes on him, the youngest gave a nondescript gesture that was an amalgamated mix of a shrug and a nod and wished the ground would swallow him whole. Jaehee huffed, seemingly unsatisfied with his answer, and Yijun burst into laughter.

“Doesn’t look much like it to me. You’re really running out of allies if even our maknae can’t bear to spend time with you.”

And with that, Jaehee reached his breaking point for the day. It always went like this, as Hasun had come to learn over the years they’d spent together. Jaehee prodded, and then Yijun shoved and broke and snapped in retaliation. The scraping sound of his chair legs against the floor was ugly, grated against Hasun’s ears, but where he winced, Yijun simply picked his phone back up and went back to scrolling mindlessly at something or other, not sparing the rapper a singular glance.

“I’m calling Jaeyoung-hyung. I’ll just—I’ll see you back at the dorms.”

He was gone without another word, one hand clutching the remnants of his drink and the other bringing his phone up to his ear, turning back for a moment to meet the eyes of Hasun watching him go and throwing him a final thin smile that looked too fake on his lips before he pushed the door open with a shoulder and was disappearing off down the street, only pausing for half a second to pull his hood up over his head despite the late-afternoon sun still being high in the sky.

“Well,” Yijun began, shoving his phone in his pocket for the time being as soon as Jaehee was out of sight and turning to face Hasun properly. “That was quicker than usual. Maybe it’s because my friend on the phone is a touchy subject for our Jaehee.”

It had sounded more like a sore spot for Yijun himself, but Hasun wasn’t too keen on meeting the same fate as Jaehee, and so kept his mouth shut. The silence that then fell over them wasn’t awkward, by any means, but it wasn’t the most comfortable either. Hasun just focused on finishing his drink, wondering if he should tell the older man to go ahead and not bother to wait up. The words were on the tip of his tongue, shifting to sit further upright so they’d come out coherent and not a jumbled mess of syllables, but before he could say them Yijun slumped down in his chair, a hand coming up to rake through his hair before the other joined it to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes for a brief moment.

He looked tired, all of a sudden, all the fight from earlier having left him. He reached into his pocket for his phone again, but swore under his breath when the screen stayed dark, battery dead. The youngest watched as his hands squeezed together tight before just barely relaxing, fingers coming to pick at hangnails and teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. Hasun took a breath, another, and then slowly brought his own phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, and held it out to the rapper. He didn’t know what Yijun wanted it for, but he was going to offer it all the same. Watching the older all twitchy and uncomfortable felt odd, unnatural, and he wanted to see him back to his normal self (even if that didn’t mean someone particularly kind, or caring, or all that nice at all) as soon as possible. Yijun stopped his picking and looked at the home screen of Hasun and Eunhee arm-in-arm to the face of the youngest and back again, hesitating.

“Take it, hyung, it’s fine. Just don’t.. I don’t know, drain my bank account.”

Yijun scoffed and rolled his eyes, quickly back to his usual brash act even if his hands were wary when they took the device from Hasun’s hands. “As if. I’d only do that to Jaehee, Hasun-ah. You’re my favourite.”

Hasun grinned, happy to see him back to normal even if it was just for show, just to save face. He then finally finished off his own drink and set it on the table, getting the feeling he wasn’t really supposed to stick around any longer to listen in on any more conversations Yijun was probably going to have. He started to get his things together, yanking the zipper of his hoodie up and shooting the rapper a smile.

“I’ll go first, Hyung. Call a cab when you go if it gets late, don’t walk home on your own.”

Yijun made to protest, but Hasun stopped him before he could say a word and stood from his seat, granting the older a wave as he gently pushed open the door and stepped out into what was gradually turning into the early evening. He’d get back before dark if he walked quickly, and so only turned back for a moment to grin one last time at the rapper before he turned and was on his way, wondering absently what was waiting (or rather, what was left) for him in the fridge back at the dorms.

Later that night, when Yijun slipped into his room after only a quiet knock, he gently placed his phone back onto the bedside table and gave Hasun another one of his rare smiles, small but genuine. There were no words that needed to be shared between them, nothing more that needed to be said.

It was only a small moment of understanding, one that passed as quickly as it had arrived, but it left Hasun feeling warm all the same. Left him feeling like he was getting somewhere, finally.

ఇ⠀DOWNTOWN GANGNAM⠀16TH SEPTEMBER,  2021

This was supposed to be a coffee run. They had practice in ten minutes, and instead of doing what he said he was going to do, Minhui had hopped out of the car, blew a kiss goodbye to Jaeyoung (and got a middle finger in return), took Hasun by the arm, and dragged him along to the closest shopping centre. He’d counted three coffee shops, and the dancer hadn’t spared a glance at any of them. Minhui seemed more interested in the rack of fur coats—made from animals that Hasun could only guess, in so many outlandish patterns and thicknesses and the rest that it almost looked like a scene from a movie.

“Hyung,” he hesitantly began, looking over his shoulder before drawing closer to the still-browsing older boy. Minhui only hummed in response, half-listening. “I really don’t think we should be..”

“Shut up. Go try this on.”

A coat twice the size of him was suddenly being flung in his direction, and he only just barely caught it, before looking back up at the dancer, wide-eyed. At the sound of their commotion a few other browsers had turned to see what all the fuss was about, and it made Hasun want to melt into the floor. At the maknae’s pleading gaze, Minhui simply rolled his eyes.

“Stop panicking, won’t you? I doubt we were actually going to practise today anyway—Yijunnie fucked off to go see some of his ex-members, and Haeil-hyung was out again last night. But if we get in trouble, then don’t worry,” he threw Hasun an overexaggerated wink, his smirk cat-like and vaguely unsettling. “Hyung will take the fall for you, aegi.”

He shuddered at the term of endearment, and Minhui clearly revelled in his displeased reaction if his responding cackle was anything to go by. Still, Hasun turned the coat around and slowly slid it off its hanger, before tugging it over his shoulders. It felt odd on his bare arms, the interior lining not so much a wild and fluffy affair as it was a silkier and smoother fabric. Minhui cooed again far too loudly when he gave him an indulgent flourish of his arms, tugging his phone out of his back pocket and aiming it straight at him.

“Yah, hyung. I never said you could take pictures.” His complaints were rather unfounded when he wasn’t doing anything to stop him, but he felt he needed to get the message across anyway. Minhui, of course, ignored it.

“You never said I couldn't, either! Do a twirl for us, Hasun-ah.”

Muttering under his breath the whole while, Hasun did as told while the dancer snickered and snapped picture after picture every second of the process. He found he felt less worried about the potential prospect of missing practice the longer he was away from the company building, everything being much easier to forget when it felt like it was just him and Minhui—no managers, no staff, no-one. Just them, the generic pop songs they were playing on the in-store speakers, and a rack of fur coats.

Minhui got bored eventually, after he’d made Hasun try on everything he could find that piqued his interest, and he left the maknae struggling to catch up when he abruptly walked straight back out the entrance to the store in the same manner he’d entered: rushed, in a way, every step almost too quick to catch, but also with purpose, confidence. Like he was the owner of every location the chain belonged to, dropping in for a surprise visit and putting everyone on edge before leaving again.

He hadn’t seemed to have figured out their next stop, as when they were out in the busy Gangnam street again he stopped and turned aimlessly a few times, taking in the abundance of billboards and flashing lights and people everywhere he looked. Hasun took a small step away from him, not exactly wanting to be associated with the pink-haired dancer twirling around on the spot while innocent onlookers were made to be his witnesses, but similarly took a moment to simply stand and stare at the bustling city around him.

It felt like too much—car horns beeping at one another, ten different conversations between twice the amount of people floating into one ear and out the other, glaring LEDs hitting him in the eyes on every building he dared to glance at, and about three different idols staring back at him from their places in bus stop windows or billboard advertisements, holding whatever product they were being sponsored by close to their porcelain faces—but at the same time, it felt just like home. A part of him as much as everything else was, as much as the company was, as much as the group was.

It’d been hard to truly get a grasp on at first, what with the training and the debuting and everything in between that had made his life far too hectic for him to take a minute and really accept where he was and where he wanted to go, but now in the stolen moment of peace—by himself, with Minhui at his side, on what was supposed to be a coffee run, when they had certainly missed whatever practice there may or may not have been by now—he felt he could finally process it all properly. This is where I am. This is where I want to be. I don’t know where to go next, but that doesn’t really matter, because I don’t need to know that right now. Right now, he could just be. He could just sing the lines they gave him, dance the choreography they taught him, and just hope he was doing alright instead of worrying if he was going to be replaced.

A smile grew on his face, quiet but wide. Hasun enjoyed the moment for a second more, another, but it was ripped away from him by a complaining Minhui tugging at his arm, apparently bored with (or had gotten dizzy from) his spinning-around-in-circles gimmick.

“Hasunnie-yah. Let’s go get lunch, hm? I’m starving. It’s all on me, but if you want dessert then it’s gonna have to come out of your own pockets.”

Hasun rolled his eyes, but didn’t complain any further, letting himself be dragged along to whatever eating place Minhui could find and listening to all his tangents and rambles on the way. He didn’t feel all that annoyed at his moment being ruined—in fact, he felt it only would’ve been ruined if Minhui had let him overthink any further. He felt that his acceptance of his place was something that should be processed simply and left at that. This is where I am.

And, as he was taken down winding alleyways and wide open stretches of the high street, surrounded by conversation and lights and life, he didn’t think it was an all-too-terrible place to be.

ఇ⠀JAGUAR BUILDING⠀25TH NOVEMBER,  2021

As soon as Hasun entered the recording room, all eyes swivelled to him. Yijun, Daejin, and Doyeon were the only ones there, but even their three gazes combined made him feel uncomfortable, the back of his neck burning as they just continued to stare. It was only when he was just about to pipe up and ask what was wrong that Daejin sent him a sympathetic smile and turned fully in his chair in front of all the production equipment, pushing his headphones down to rest around his neck.

“Hi, Hasun-ah. I don’t want to be too much of a bother, but.. Do you think you could go find Jaehee?”

The immediate question on the tip of his tongue was why, and Yijun spoke up to answer it without him even needing to say a word. “He threw another tantrum and stormed off. Daejin-hyung wants his part done by tonight, so we don’t have to listen to his shitty vocals any longer than we need to.”

Doyeon clicked his tongue in disapproval at Yijun’s choice of words, but didn’t move to say anything to disprove them. Daejin visibly bit back a smile but shook his head anyway, quashing the grin completely as he looked back to Hasun to hear his answer. The maknae nodded easily enough, and turned to leave—but then stopped abruptly and swung right back around on his heels when he realised he had no idea where the rapper was.

“Where would I find him, hyung?” 

That seemed to draw a blank out of them, both the producer and leader doing nothing but shrugging helplessly. It was Yijun that spoke up again, not looking particularly happy about the answer he had to give.

“Outside. Round the back, near the main road. Tell him to go home if he’s crying though, that sniffling would drive me crazy.”

Doyeon did speak up at that, reaching over from his place settled on Daejin’s tiny leather sofa to whack him lightly on the thigh. “Leave off, Yijun-ah. The only reason he stormed out in the first place was you. As usual.”

The vague directions had only been a half-help, but Hasun was sure he’d find Jaehee if he wandered outside long enough and turned back around, letting the door swing to a close behind him as he navigated back to the elevator. Evening had long since fallen, and he stared out at the city skylights in silence on the way down.

The November air was biting through his thin hoodie, and he hoped he wouldn’t have to be looking for too long as he took the first step outside the company building. Near the main road wasn’t very helpful, seeing as they were near about three, but he diligently fished his phone out of his pocket and fiddled with the flashlight until he had a more reliable source of light that wasn’t the fleeting car headlights passing by every few moments and began his walk, straining to hear anything that wasn’t the skid of wheels on tarmac or distant conversation from the nearby shops and bars and restaurants.

“Jaehee-hyung? Hyung!”

Another harsh gust of wind hit him right in the face, and Hasun was starting to get tired of looking for the rapper already. Maybe he could just say he couldn’t find him, and go back up to Daejin’s nice, warm, recording room. Yijun definitely wouldn’t mind—would probably celebrate, even. Doyeon would just sigh and accept it, and Daejin would wave it off and say it could always be recorded another day. The more he thought about it, the more pleasing of an idea it seemed to become.

“Hasunnie?”

Nevermind. He whipped around, curious as to where the voice had come from. It was definitely Jaehee, but he just couldn’t see him. That was, not until he looked down. Then he found the very person he was looking for crouched down on the gravel with his back against the wall and his phone in hand, open on a contact whose name he couldn’t read that well upside down. Jaehee was quick to shut it off and shove it back in his pocket as soon as he recognised Hasun anyway, standing back up and smiling the same thin smile he always did when everyone else knew that, really, he didn’t feel like smiling at all—the one that was stretched too wide, far too obviously fake for someone who used to be an actor. 

“What’s up? Did you want something?”

Hasun shifted on his feet, pulling his hoodie tighter around himself. “Daejin-hyung wants you back up at the recording room. Says he wants your parts done by tonight.”

The smile almost immediately melted into a scowl, his figure slumping over and head lolling back as he groaned aloud, breath coming out in a visible cloud in the cold air. “No, God no. Not until Yijun-hyung’s gone. If he’s still there I’ll just do it tomorrow.”

The maknae’s brow furrowed, not really wanting to stand out in the cold and listen to the inevitable explanation of their latest fight but hearing the unspoken prod for him to ask about it and doing so anyway.

“What happened now?”

Jaehee slid back down against the wall, phone back in his hands as he passed it from palm to palm like it was a stress toy of sorts, absentmindedly chucking it up into the air and just barely catching it when it fell back down. “He was just—talking shit. As he normally does. I don’t know why it got to me so bad tonight, though, but it just.. Did. I needed a break.”

Hasun nodded empathetically, still hopping from foot to foot. The rapper’s head tilted back to lean against the surface behind him, his face scrunching up, and for a moment Hasun had the panicked thought he was going to cry. He felt out-of-touch and awkward with Jaehee on a normal day, but if he was crying then it would no doubt be thousands of times worse. Thankfully, the rapper only relaxed his face again and sighed, his phone having dropped to the concrete beneath his feet but making no move to pick it up. His next words were quiet, strained, and Hasun had to lean closer for him to be able to hear them at all over all the other noises assaulting his ears.

“I—I don’t really know what we’re all doing this for, to be honest. I don’t even know if we’ll even make it that big in the end.”

His words blew away with the force of the winter wind, but Hasun felt frozen still. He felt like he needed to say something, to attempt to comfort him even if he had the feeling anything he came up with would sound hollow, empty. He thought it over for a few long seconds before clearing his throat, forcing the words out when they felt like they were choking him up.

“It’ll be alright, hyung. We’ll—we’ll get through this.”

Hasun felt cheap, using Doyeon's words to him from four months ago on Jaehee now, but from the way it got his face to finally lighten up again after he let the words sink in for a few moments, got him to pick his phone up from the floor and slowly stand back up to join him in walking back into the company building, he figured they were as much of a comfort to Jaehee as they had been to him. Even if they both knew it was unfounded, standing on shaky legs and likely to crumble with the next disagreement, the next fight, it was good enough for now.

And that, in the moment, was all that mattered.

#⠀⬦ ⠀˚⠀⠀ALL ABOUT ME⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀writing. #⠀✸ ⠀˚⠀⠀너도 이미 STAR⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀development. #fake kpop oc #fake kpop group #fake kpop bg #fictional kpop group #fictional idol group #fictional idol community

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tricked for the silliest of sillies, yijun (.◜◡◝)

TRICKED⠀a scene from my muse’s past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone.

⠀you asked⠀⸻⠀YIJUN ！

“LIQUORICE IS AMAZING,⠀HASUNNIE!”⠀yijun assured,⠀patting the youngest on the back and handing him a piece.⠀“just trust me on this one,⠀yeah?”

gogo rolled his eyes from his place sat watching from the kitchen island,⠀but obediently zipped his lips when hasun had turned his back and yijun aggressively hushed him.⠀hasun gave one more wary look to the older member and,⠀after his encouraging smile,⠀bit into the confectionary.

the immediate face of disgust he made was enough to send both yijun and gogo into fits of laughter,⠀and hasun looked vaguely green.

“hyung.”⠀was his dismayed complaint,⠀and yijun could only pull hasun into a half-hug in an attempt to comfort him⠀(although,⠀it didn’t really achieve it’s intended purpose since he was still shaking with mirth,⠀tears coming from his eyes).

#⠀യ ⊹⠀˚⠀⠀LOVE FEELING⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀answered. #hes being.. nice.. [EXPLOSIONS] #well ok hes not but HES WITH PEOPLE HE LIKES!!!

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UM UM UM lost for uh anyone spin a wheel bff

LOST⠀a scene from my muse’s past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively.

⠀you (the wheel) asked⠀⸻⠀JALEN ！

“I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE I LET YOU DRIVE,”⠀jaeyoung swore,⠀head dropped back against the headrest of his chair.⠀jalen flipped the manager off in reply,⠀keeping his eyes on the road ahead as he pulled out of the petrol station he’d pulled into when he’d realised that he had—to put it plainly—no idea where the fuck they were.

“maybe if one of us was actually sober,⠀he could drive.⠀but you’re not,⠀so i have to.⠀this is your own fault.”

a groan was all he got in answer,⠀and so he let go of the wheel for a moment to whack the half-conscious man in the thigh.⠀he jerked back awake,⠀swore with even more vigour that he had previously,⠀and then made a lurch for the GPS inbetween them.

“sober has nothing to do with it—it’s more like using your common fucking sense.⠀and don’t hit me,⠀i could sue you for that.⠀‘once-disgraced idol brutally attacks innocent manager in domineering display of abuse of power.’⠀imagine the headlines.”

the bickering only continued as they continued down the road.⠀jalen was starting to wish he’d never left the dorms at all.

#⠀യ ⊹⠀˚⠀⠀LOVE FEELING⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀answered. #jaeyoung my nepo baby borderline alcoholic.. extremely unfit for his job but hes hot so it cancels out

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GLIMPSES OF THE PAST: a headcanon / prompt collection because sometimes it's not enough to write about your muse's past and how it affects them, you just gotta write a little scene. these prompts are designed to be a little writing prompt related to your character's past, essentially!

send FORGED for a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run

send REMINDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they encountered something that reminded them of a difficult experience / trauma

send CONFESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they revealed a secret about themselves to someone

send TRICKED for a scene from my muse's past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone

send IMPRESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they tried to impress someone, successfully or not

send ACHIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they completed / achieved something they were proud of

send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

send DIFFERENT for a scene from my muse's past that they feel changed their outlook / personality / etc, for the better or worse

send CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about

send SCOLDED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not

send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with

send SOBBED for a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down in tears

send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively

send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

send INJURED for a scene from my muse's past in which they sustained a significant injury

send AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat

send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them

send CAUGHT for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't

send BLUSHED for a scene from my muse's past in which they received a compliment that really got to them

send VICIOUS for a scene from my muse's past in which someone said something cruel that really got to them

send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone

send PINNED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were stuck somewhere, literally or figuratively

send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something

send MORTAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them

#⠀യ ⊹⠀˚⠀⠀LOVE FEELING⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀games. #wait i beg im so fawking bored

[chcrryade]

not one to forget.

Yijun doesn’t really make friends. But there’s always room for enemies.

INCLUDES ⁺⠀qiao yijun, kwak yunseo. TIMESTAMP ⁺⠀BACKSTAGE INKIGAYO, 21 AUGUST 2021. WARNINGS ⁺⠀profanity, arguing. & my obsession with em dashes im so sorry. WORD COUNT ⁺⠀2K. NOTE ⁺⠀is this cringe Be honest.. anyway first chrryade piece we cheered!! sol i hope i didnt eff up your boys thanku for letting me use them 🫂 muah!!!

Sweat was drying uncomfortably on the back of Yijun’s neck. The makeup plastered all over his face felt cakey, unnatural. The lights were too bright and his shoes were too big and with every step he took down the corridor he felt irritation dancing along his skin, sparks flickering and waiting for the final little inconvenience to tip him over the edge, ignite him completely.

He wanted to go. Where, he wasn’t exactly sure, but he knew was that he wanted to be somewhere else. Outside. A bar. The dorms—and not the new ones, in the new apartment the company had set the rest of the newcomers up with and shoved a room in for him too—the original ones. With Hyeonmin. And Ilwoo. And fuck, he’d even be happy to see Jiyeol’s perpetually dead-eyed stare looking back at him when he opened the door. Back home, in their flat. His mother had probably ripped out every memory he’d made in his childhood bedroom to replace it with some minimalistic decor and some fake potted plants and an exercise bike by now, since the last time he’d spoken to her on the phone she’d been waxing lyrical about her ‘new health goals’ for the year.

Anywhere other than the Inkigayo backstage corridors sounded like a dream. He’d take a locked and bolted room with completely blank walls and no-one for company other than Jaehee over a minute longer here.

His fingers crept up the sleeve of the jacket he was wearing and his nails scraped long trails up and down his arms, touch cool to the overheated skin. The sound of it was muffled, and everything felt a little far away. Like he was drifting underwater, wading around under the surface without any real direction—like now, and how he was pacing up and down the corridors in hopes that something would relieve the itching feeling crawling around just under his skin, jumping from nerve ending to nerve ending.

He didn’t have to search for any longer. The faint pressure closing in on him popped all at once, leaving him gasping for air. Or rather—left him slamming hard into someone’s shoulder as he passed them a little too carelessly, head lost in the clouds and deep underwater simultaneously. He swivelled on the heel of his too-big shoes, his lips poised and ready to toss out a half-hearted apology before going on his way, but then Yijun saw the look he gave him.

It wasn’t outright disgust. However much you hated someone in this business, you’d never let them know. It’d stay hidden in the creases of paper-thin smiles and the palms of clenched fists. The look was more.. Reproachful. A drag upwards to the arm Yijun had hit, a hand coming up to brush it off, and then flicking back upwards to meet the rapper’s eyes. The stranger’s lip curled up at the corner, half a sneer on his face, and that was the flame that started the fire. That was all it took. An expression that lasted less than a second, gone faster than it had appeared, and Yijun was gritting his teeth, and turning to face him fully, and trying his best to push the burn of all his vitriol into a singular look.

“Surely it didn’t hurt that much. No need to give me that look.”

That only served to make the look worse. The sneer was full-force, now, and the stranger’s hand dropped from his arm to thud uselessly against his side in a way that seemed far too loud for the quiet of the hallway, even if it was still populated by the distant chatter from other dressing rooms and constant buzz of the aircon.

“And who are you to tell me how much it hurt? No need to be rude.”

The words fell distorted on unhearing ears, static filling them to the brim instead. Who are you? It wasn’t what he meant, wasn’t what was being said—but his mind twisted it that way anyway. Who are you? Reporters at the door. Eyes on his back. A tap on the shoulder, a look of realisation. You’re that.. That Yijun kid, aren’t you? From that group. Whatever they’re called. There’s a new one, now. The other.. Well. I guess you would know what happened to them. From one failed group to another that no-one knew the fate of, from headline to headline and scandal to scandal, and he was still a nobody. Who are you?

He glared right back once he’d snapped himself out of his frozen state, pushing forward to lean closer, leering at the stranger even if he had to raise his gaze to do so. Anger was filling up his head again, leaking out of his ears and pooling onto the floor around the shoes that still didn’t fit. His words were growing in volume, hands clenching and unclenching by his sides and nails leaving crescent moons indented in his palms.

“Rude, my ass. I was just saying.”

Realistically, he knew he should’ve walked away before it went any further. He should’ve turned and retreated, kept it to judging looks when they passed on end-of-show stages and quiet eyerolls when no-one else was looking. But he didn’t, so he couldn’t. Especially when the still-stranger pushed blood-red strands of hair that had come loose from its styling out of his eyes and smiled, the expression stretched thin across his face. Yijun wanted to scream, and he himself didn’t really know why.

“I think I’ve been in this business long enough to know what being rude looks like. I don’t know why you think I have a problem with you—I don’t even know who you are.”

His nails bit into his skin so hard it broke. The stranger kept on going.

“I must’ve missed your performance earlier. Or maybe.. It wasn’t all that to begin with? Anyway, like I said—I don’t know you.”

You’ll know me in a minute, he thought. His head was pounding, the lights above him boring into his retinas. Because I'll rip your teeth out and carve my name into your arm. Maybe then he’d be remembered. The freak who attacked a fellow idol, a jealous psycho so desperate to be known he’d hurt and tear and dig his teeth in for it. Better than nothing, he supposed.

But he didn’t say that. He bit his tongue, tried to school his face into one of indifference rather than one that would show how affected he was from the comment, and said something else instead. “Do you want a medal? I don’t know who the fuck you are, either. And I doubt you and your own little group of no-names were much better than us.”

That was what seemed to crack him. The smile melted off of his face, the façade having slipped, and Yijun let a grin of his own spread over his lips wide enough to show his teeth. If that was all it took, then—well. He would’ve done it a lot earlier.

The stranger opened his mouth again, brow furrowed and likely ready to fire back, until a voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Yunnie-yah! Where the Hell are you?”

Yijun stifled a snicker at the nickname, grinning wider when ‘Yunnie-yah’ only glared harder. A taller man came up from behind but stopped in his tracks at the sight of Yijun, hand almost immediately coming up to rest on the red-haired stranger’s shoulder.

“What’s up? Who’s your friend?”

He laughed again, louder this time. He couldn’t help it. Even ‘Yunnie’ rolled his eyes at the term.

“Far from a friend. Just—I don’t know.”

The taller stranger’s eyes narrowed, hand tightening slightly in its place. “Is there a problem?”

Yijun kept his eyes on the redhead, daring him to speak up. Go on. Snitch. Make a scene. You know you want to.

The redhead said nothing, scoffing and turning away. Despite this, his friend piped up anyway.

“You shouldn’t go around talking shit. It’s not a good look.”

His arms were itching again. His hands uncurled from where they’d been squeezed tightly shut, and he wiped the bleeding crescent moons clean on his sleeves, watched as the red stained the fabric. “You shouldn’t accuse people of things you don’t know they’ve done. That doesn’t paint you in a very good light, either.”

The taller one was quicker to anger than the redhead, it seemed. He started forward even if nothing Yijun said had been particularly provocative, gently pushing the shorter to stand behind him. His vision was suddenly full of dyed hair and irritated eyes, the conflicting smells of sweat and cologne clouding his senses until he was drowning in it all over again. This was how he was going to be remembered, then. A victim, beaten black and blue after a few misplaced words and a misunderstanding. Again—better than nothing. He’d probably get more money out of that.

Alas, the punch he was waiting for never came. A third voice arose instead. Weren’t they crowding the corridor, now? More shoes thudded down the hallway, splashing in the remnants of his anger, his desperation. Like kids on a rainy day, getting their feet wet but not caring until the cold seeped in.

“I sent you off to find him, not hang arou—what the fuck? What are you doing?”

It was getting boring, now. He was less angry, and more tired. The taller one was yanked away, and Yijun pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. He felt like he was drifting again, lost to the raising voices of whatever the trio were going back-and-forth about. Snippets bled through the haze, drifting into one ear and out the other. Can’t you leave well enough alone? He started it. I don’t care. The last thing you need is another hiatus. Fuck you.

When the darkness from his closed eyes morphed into spirals and colours and static, he reopened them to find all three pairs of eyes trained on his figure. A glare, a sneer, a wary look. 

“I’m really sorry about this, uh..” the newest arrival of the three stepped forward to apologise, bowing his head and trailing off as he waited for the Yijun to supply his name.

“Yijun.”

“Yijun-ssi. It won’t happen again.”

It could, for all he cared. He’d argue and fight and trade blows all day if it gave him something to do. The apology was paper-thin anyway, hardly counting for much. Still, he nodded along and pasted on a smile as sweet as he could manage.

“It’s alright, sunbae.”

Silence fell again. The tallest was the first to clear his throat and stand up straighter, giving him one last look before turning on his heel. He paused and looked back when he realised only the one who had arrived last was following him, but the redhead cut him off before he could say a word, and waved him off.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

They were back to their stalemate. The glare against the grin. The blood on Yijun’s sleeve had dried, and he could feel a blister coming on from the back of his too-big shoes.

“What’s up, Yunnie-yah?”

The sound of him gritting his teeth was audible. Yijun watched the muscles in his jaw tighten, amusement poorly hidden on his face.

“It’s Yunseo. Or nothing at all, if it’s coming from you.”

“Right.”

He hoped his disinterest was discernible, easily distinguished. From the answering look on the redhead’s face, it had come through just fine.

The quiet was back, until Yunnie—Yunseo—shattered it with a stilted cough, glare lessening in its potency, if only for a moment.

“I guess I’ll have to expect seeing you around.”

Nothing sounded worse, in Yijun’s opinion. The aircon buzzed somewhere above his head, and the distant chatter carried on.

“I hope not.”

The redhead scoffed. Yijun couldn't see what look he had on his face, because he’d turned and carried on walking on his original—long-forgotten, but original—path.

His makeup still felt cakey on his face, and the lights were still too bright. But, at the very least, he was a little less irritated. Pissing people off was something of an outlet, it seemed.

mentioned @syoul

#⠀⬦ ⠀˚⠀⠀ALL ABOUT ME⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀writing. #⠀⭔⠀˚⠀⠀HiGH ADEPTA⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀yijun. #fake kpop oc #fake kpop group #fake kpop bg #fictional kpop group #fictional idol group #fictional idol community

[chcrryade]

DISC OO1⠀⸻⠀can i catch your eye ?

DOUBLE DIP is the debut mini-album from fictional boy group CHERRYADE, released first digitally on 1 AUGUST 2021, and later physically on 5 AUGUST 2021. the project consists of five tracks and, in JAGUAR CEO Ae Seungdae’s own words, hopes to “leave a sweet aftertaste in the mouths of all who listen.” around 960K copies were sold, and during the five-week promotion period they received a singular music show win. most (fans & non-fans alike) remember this as an era filled with neon lighting, low-quality photos of vapes in hands, even lower quality videos of fights with other groups, and a surprising lack of in-fighting allegations.

SWEET CHERRY SELTZER⠀⸻⠀TRACKLIST⠀⬦

O1 ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀FUN

lyrics 잘렌, 주선⠀produced by 대진

O2 ⠀‹ ⟢ ⠀SUMMER NIGHT

lyrics 해일, 주선⠀produced by 주선

O3⠀ ‹ ⟢ ⠀FLAVOUR

lyrics 하선, 잘렌⠀produced by 대진

O4⠀ ‹ ⟢⠀ L☆VE

lyrics 도연, 대진⠀produced by 대진

O5⠀ ‹ ⟢ ⠀ALL DAY

lyrics 宜君, 잘렌⠀produced by 주선

YOU GOTTA BE CRAZY⠀⸻⠀ERA NOTES⠀Ꮺ

°⠀the opinion on the five tracks was almost surprisingly good, compared to past releases from former groups. people liked every one of them, or at the very least could tolerate them. there was no overwhelming hate towards any of them, and even their harshest critics could admit that the mini-album was one that was well put-together. despite none of them being a track that really cemented their sound & set the precedent for future projects, it certainly gave the public a good idea of their general concept (if what they’d seen from fleeting teasers and the name of the group itself wasn’t enough).

°⠀fans were quick to notice that ALL DAY had a different feeling to it than the rest, notably shifting in sound & energy, and so some began to speculate that it was the foundation for their next release—sort of like leaving a story off on a cliffhanger, to get audiences intrigued enough to carry on to the next installment (or, in this case, wait around for the next release). some praised them for the smart and rather fun easter egg, and others either called it a mere coincidence or a failure at keeping the mood consistent throughout the piece.

°⠀another surprising thing was how well the seven seemed to get along. seeing as they were stitched together from members of failed groups, even picked from their companies in some cases, most people were awaiting their non-music related content (interviews, behinds, general extra things) to try and get a gauge of how they were getting along—because put-on acts of professionalism could, really, only work so well before someone or other started to see through them. but as hard as they looked, not much could be found. there was, of course, notable tension between YIJUN and JAEHEE (which wasn’t so much of a shock, due to their past), but the rest all seemed fine. friendly, even.

°⠀however amicable they were, though, this era wasn’t without its downs. first came your standard smoking allegations, paired with blurry late-night photos being leaked of HAEIL and JALEN huddled close behind some building or another in the middle of a conversation, the former looking to be laughing. some were outraged, as is per with all accusations of smoking idols face, and others urged people to look on the bright side—at least they liked each other enough to hang out (presumably) outside of work. you win some, you lose some.

°⠀the next scandal to arise from the era came about not long after their first appearance on INKIGAYO. whispers began to generate, centering around YIJUN (because.. who else?) and SEVEN, a member of senior boy group S(O)UL. the story was that an argument went south backstage, and the two parted on less-than-good terms. neither company mentioned it, and the matter was left to stay unaddressed—but this feud would carry on for longer than a single encounter at a music show.

°⠀on the whole, it was a mostly successful era. the worst aspects brought in as much attention as the music & the groups’ performances, which of course fit in well with the infamous JAGUAR motto of “all press is good press.” as long as they were getting the engagement, how they got it didn't matter that much at all.

mentioned @syoul

#⠀⬦ ⠀˚⠀⠀ALL ABOUT ME⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀discography. #fake kpop oc #fake kpop group #fake kpop bg #fictional kpop group #fictional idol group #fictional idol community #styling is a pain in my gay ass and i have suddenly come out in a rash. Bye! #yes i did have to release the physical ver on my bday. any more questions

[chcrryade]

1. for everyone!!!!

O1⠀if you could tell your past self anything, what would it be?

⠀you asked⠀⸻⠀DOYEON ！

“GET BORED FASTER.”⠀he knows it sounds a little odd, and so rushes to explain himself.⠀“because it was only when i was bored that i found dance—and, honestly, even that was a massive coincidence.⠀get bored quicker!⠀ditch those puzzles!⠀and homework that wasn’t even yours!⠀it’ll be way more fun, i promise.”

⠀you asked⠀⸻⠀JALEN ！

“PARTY MORE.”⠀it’s an answer he seems to regret as soon as it’s out of his mouth, because he covers his lips and furrows his brow.⠀“ah, sorry.⠀i didn’t mean it in the wild uni-student way.⠀i just meant..⠀i don’t know, dad’s club?⠀if i’d started there earlier i think i would be a little better at handling all these tight, sweaty, enclosed spaces, with crazy neon lights blinding me every time i open my eyes.⠀you know?”

⠀you asked⠀⸻⠀HAEIL ！

“STAY HOME.”⠀he doesn’t seem too keen on elaborating at first, but even if no-one made a move to nudge him into it he caved and opened his mouth again anyway.⠀“when i found out about my mother.⠀just stay in bed.⠀i didn’t end up going to school anyway, so..⠀there was really no point in getting up in the first place.”

⠀you asked⠀⸻⠀YIJUN ！

“START A FIGHT.”⠀there’s an obnoxious pop of the bubblegum in his mouth before he continues.⠀“punch jiyeol-hyung in the face.⠀flip the bird at the boss.⠀throw something at eunhee-noona.⠀break jaehee’s nose.⠀i think it’d make me feel a lot better.⠀hyeonminnie-hyung said letting out your anger is way better than bottling it up.”

⠀you asked⠀⸻⠀GOGO ！

“DRESS BETTER.”⠀minhui is a simple man, with simpler desires.⠀he’s carefree when he says it, a hand shaking the leather jacket he’s currently wearing as if to showcase how much better he’s gotten at the delicate art that is fashion.⠀“i mean, double denim?⠀i want to burn every picture i see of me in it.”

⠀you asked⠀⸻⠀JAEHEE ！

“ACTING?⠀BIG NO—GO.”⠀he grins as he says it, but it looks more like plasticine than anything.⠀the shrug that’s probably intended to be carefree & easy ends up looking stiff, awkward.⠀“head straight to JAGUAR.⠀then i might’ve..⠀you know.⠀met BONSOIR earlier, or something.⠀actually became one of the group.⠀instead of being shoved in and having to pretend like i was.”

⠀you asked⠀⸻⠀HASUN ！

“CHECK IN ON HIM MORE.”⠀is his firm answer, paired with a resolute nod as his fists clench in the fabric of his sweats.⠀“yoonhae-hyung, i mean.⠀it probably sounds dumb—i mean, i was only a kid, back then.⠀how could i have known?⠀but..⠀still.⠀i like to think it would’ve helped him, even if it was only a little.”

#⠀യ ⊹⠀˚⠀⠀LOVE FEELING⠀⠀⸻⠀⠀answered. #GOGO: double.. denim... [FLATLINES]