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SUMMARY: Sanghoon finds a breath of fresh air with Hak Bonghwa’s daughter and HBH producer-in-training, Hak Subin.

SERIES: NEW_DECADE PAIRING: Sanghoon + Subin WORD COUNT: 1.3k  WARNINGS: Swear words!

Sanghoon wouldn’t say that he has the best pokerface, but he surely is better at hiding his emotions than Hak Subin. 

Hak Bonghwa’s only daughter sat in a third chair off to the side while the two main producers at HBH, Fren.z and LeeBoi, worked at the soundboard. Sanghoon was squeezed into the recording booth with Yeetai, Longwei, and Taehyung. Sanghoon didn’t think that chanting one verse together would take this long, but they’ve been recording this same part for thirty minutes. He himself was starting to get agitated, Subin looked straight up homicidal. 

“You guys need more energy.” LeeBoi critiqued into the microphone. Subin snorted. “They’d have more energy if you gave them a break to rest their vocal cords.” Her statement was overheard through the speaker, but neither of the producers acknowledged the commentary.

“Let’s try it from the top. Remember, more energy.” LeeBoi talked over Subin, ignoring her like usual. Subin rolled her eyes and played with the ends of her hair, her frown somehow drooping more than before.

The recording finally ended when Fren.z’s alarm went off. Their time in the recording studio was up. The trainees exited the studio, thanking all three producers as they passed. When Taehyung dipped into a bow for Subin, Fren.z chuckled dryly. “She’s younger than you, Taehyung. No need to break your back in half.” He laughed. Subin narrowed her eyes at the older producer, giving him a look so icy it made Sanghoon’s eyebrow twitch. Taehyung let out a weak chuckle before leading the other boys out of the studio.

“God, they’re awful to her.” Taehyung whispered as soon as they left. “I should have stood up for her, shouldn’t I?” 

“Nah, Subin can fight her own battles.” Longwei reassured his friend, giving the other trainee a clap on the back. A mischievous smirk spread on his face. “I bet she appreciated that adequate bow, though.” 

“Shh.” Taehyung chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I had to show my appreciation somehow.” The four boys made their way to the elevator, taking it back up to Trainee Town to complete their training for the day.

When most of the trainees filed out of the practice rooms, Sanghoon decided to stay behind. Lately the stress of showcases, trainee events, and upcoming debut team announcements has been getting to him. He wanted to take some time to do what he really loved: creating his own music.

He knew that all studios were free after three. He took the elevator down to The Dungeons alone, his bags slung over his shoulder.  He’d only stay until four, then he’d head to the dorms and get some shut eye before another day of practice. 

Sanghoon headed to his favorite recording studio, the Green Room, at the very end of the hall. As he walked down the hallway, he heard a familiar beat coming from the Red Studio. He slowed his pace, wondering if Fren.z or LeeBoi were still here. Sanghoon contemplated turning back just to avoid any awkward encounter with the producers, but then he heard a feminine sounding growl of annoyance. 

The trainee furrowed his eyebrows and glanced into the studio. At the soundboard was Subin, running her hands through her platinum hair. Suddenly, Subin wheeled the chair she was in back, turning around sharply. Sanghoon and Subin made eye contact, both of them jumping in surprise. 

Subin, with a hand still over her racing heart, opened the door.

“Sanghoon, don’t do that again.” Subin sighed, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward ever so slightly into a ghost of a grin. “Sorry… I just…” Sanghoon fumbled for the words. “No worries, man.” Subin shook her head. “I get sketched out after three anyways. Y’know, witching hour and shit.” 

“Yeah,” Sanghoon’s fingers fidgeted with the straps of his bags. He spends so much physical time with Subin that he forgets that they don’t really know each other. At all. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond to his boss’s daughter. 

“What were you working on?” Sanghoon asked, his eyes darting to the soundboard that Subin was previously sat at.

“Oh, yeah,” Subin looked over her shoulder at the equipment. “The demo you guys recorded earlier sounded like ass once Tweedle Dick and Tweedle Dumbass layered it onto the backtrack. I’ve been trying to fix it, but they created a monster.” 

Subin looked back and Sanghoon with a small grin on her face. “Wanna hear what I’ve got?” 

Sanghoon felt like rejecting the founder’s daughter was not a good idea, so he nodded. Subin let him step into the studio, offering the spare chair next to her at the soundboard.

“See, this is what it sounded like before I got my grimy little hands on it,” Subin pressed play on her computer. The song that they had recorded earlier sounded so manufactured. So bland. Sanghoon’s dislike seemed to have shown on his face, because Subin clapped her hands together and cackled. 

“See? It’s booty isn’t it?” She asked.

“Yeah, that sucks.” Sanghoon agreed. Subin chuckled before typing on her computer again.

“Alright, but now this,” She pressed play. “Is how I think it should sound.” 

Subin’s version was much better. There was more dimension, more personality. She kept the more messier recordings of them chanting rather than the robotic and uniform chant the other producers preferred. The track sounded exciting and fresh.

Sanghoon tapped his fingers to the beat. As good as it was, it was missing something. “Uh-oh,” Subin turned the volume down. “You don’t like something?” 

“No, no. It sounds great. Really great. But…” Sanghoon tried to search for the words.

“Something’s missing, right?” Subin asked. “Yeah.” Sanghoon nodded. “I think you need some like… Adlibs or something.” 

Subin nodded. Her eyes darted to the empty recording booth, then back at Sanghoon. “You’re a rapper, right?” She asked. “Yeah.” “Do you think you could improv some cool adlibs?” She asked, a smirk appearing on her face.

Sanghoon’s plan to stay until four was tossed out the window once he and Subin started bouncing ideas off one another. Even if Sanghoon noticed how late it was, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. He really enjoyed spending time with Subin. She was chill and took things so simply. Being around Subin was like taking a break from reality, and Sanghoon wasn’t ready to return back just yet. It was nearing five in the morning when Subin finally recognized how late they had stayed. 

“Holy hell, look at the time.” Subin gasped, holding up her cellphone. “We should probably go. You have practice in a few hours.” 

“Don’t remind me.” Sanghoon groaned. “Hey, debut announcements come out soon. Hopefully you’ll only be a trainee for a little while longer.” Subin comforted him. “Just enjoy the ride. Soon you’ll be looking back on your trainee days with nostalgia.” 

Sanghoon nodded, taking in her advice. He was just about to leave when a realization hit him.

“Hey, are you walking home alone?” Sanghoon paused in the doorway. Subin chuckled. “Do I really look that weak?” “No, but I’ll still walk you to the subway or something.” Sanghoon shifted his bag awkwardly. 

The producer pouted. “You’re cute, Sanghoon. But don’t worry about it. I’m ordering an Uber to come pick me up in a few. It’ll be right outside the company, don’t you worry.” “Okay. Cool.” Sanghoon nodded, shifting his weight on his feet. “I guess I’ll see you tomor- in a few hours, then?” 

Subin grinned. “Yeah. I’ll see you soon. Sweet dreams.” “You too.” Sanghoon smiled before closing the door to the studio.  He felt as if he had just jumped between worlds. Everything felt a little dazed to Sanghoon as he made it to the elevators, exiting the building on the main floor. As he crossed the street to the subway station, he couldn’t help but daydream about making regular late night visits to the recording studios.

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[hbhtrainees]

SUMMARY: Songgye makes friends with someone he never thought he’d talk to: Hoyong.  SERIES: NEW DECADE [HBHT20] GENRE: Blooming friendship, some emotional stuff too. PAIRING: Platonic!Songgye + Hoyong WORD COUNT: 1.5k WARNINGS: none? if you can spot anything that might be triggering, let me know!

A/N: this one’s a long one. I just really wanted to build up Songgye and Hoyong’s characters & got carried away. Enjoy!

Songgye wondered if his patience had melted as he gained years or if these kids were extra annoying. 

“If you angle your head like that, I’m not going to be able to get a clear shot!” Kyungchul, who was supposed to be the leader of their practice, whined to his friend Hoyong. 

“Dude, what do you wanna do? Hold my cheeks?” Hoyong rolled his eyes. “You can make it, just use your lungs to propel the air.” 

“Alright... You can’t yell at me if I get water on your shirt though.” Kyungchul prefaced before bringing his water bottle up to his mouth, tipping his head back. Once his cheeks were filled with water, Hoyong opened his mouth wide, squatting a little bit. Then Kyungchul did the grossest thing Songgye has ever witnessed. Kyungchul spit the water out from his mouth in a fountain-like curve, the water splattering into Hoyong’s mouth. 

Daisuke let out a low ‘ooh’ of amazement, his cellphone recording the whole thing. Longwei chuckled and stopped stretching to watch the horrific act. Was Songgye the only one deeply disturbed right now? 

Jaehwa cleared his throat, causing Kyungchul to stop abruptly, spilling some water down his chin.  “Kyungchul, maybe we should resume practice.” Jaehwa advised. Kyungchul wiped the water from his chin and swallowed whatever water was left over.  “Right.” Kyungchul clapped his hands together and rubbed them anxiously, just now realizing that the attention on him carried a different weight now that the show was over. “Let’s uh... Let’s do Mirotic again.”  “Good idea.” Jaehwa smiled. Jaehwa moved towards his position and everyone else followed in suit. 

After running through the routine for Mirotic several more times, putting emphasis on the parts they struggled with the most, Jaehwa finally suggested to Kyungchul that they end for the night. Kyungchul then dismissed everyone. 

Songgye, on the other hand, was not going to go back to the dorms with everyone else. He wasn’t able to focus when all of them were practicing together. There was just too much going on. He wanted some alone time to really get the moves down.

When the other boys left, Songgye started the music up again, breaking down one step at a time. He was about an hour into practice when the door opened. Surprised, Songgye jumped back, halting his movements. In the doorway was a messy-haired Hoyong. 

“Jesus,” Songgye placed a hand over his heart. “You scared me.”  “Sorry! I’ll practice next door! Sorry!” Hoyong bowed several times as he backed out of the practice room, closing the door behind him. Songgye shook his head, but resumed his practice.

Only thirty minutes had passed when Hoyong stuck his head into the practice room again, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Hey, hyung...?” Hoyong called out from the doorway. Songgye sighed, stopping his movements again.  “Yes?” “Can I practice in here with you?” Hoyong asked, his voice a little higher pitched than normal. “What’s wrong with the other room?” Songgye asked, only realizing how rude his tone was after the words left his mouth.  “Nothing! I just... It’s late and being alone in that big practice room... The lights sometimes get a little wonky, you know?” Hoyong hesitated. Songgye let out another huff of air. Unfortunately he knows exactly what Hoyong was talking about. The practice room next door was lit a little dimmer and always seemed a little gloomy at night. 

“Yeah, I know.” Songgye nodded. “Come on in.”  Hoyong exhaled deeply, like he was holding his breath this whole time. The younger boy scurried in, closing the door behind him. He placed his stuff on the opposite end of the wall from Songgye’s belongings. Then he took over the other side of the dance room, focusing on his own routine.

Another hour or so passed. Songgye had practiced not only the HBHT20B routine, but the two other routines he had to know for HBHT936 and HBHT1314. Exhausted and sweaty, Songgye waved goodnight to Hoyong, who was still practicing, before heading to the showers. 

Songgye sighed contently as the warm water hit his sore muscles. He started humming the tune to Mirotic, having it be stuck in his head after listening to it all day.  “Jogeum dachyeodo neon, kwaenchanha Oh,” Songgye sang, lathering shampoo into his hair. “Neon nareul wonhae, neon naege ppajyeo,” Another voice sang along with his own. Songgye froze, his blood turning cold with shock. He slowly peeled back the curtain. Sitting on the sink, kicking his feet and still singing along, was Hoyong.

“Hoyong.” Songgye frowned, arching an eyebrow. Hoyong stopped singing, his legs still swinging back and forth. “Yes, hyung?” “What are you doing?” “Waiting for you...” Hoyong gave a weak smile. “Why?” Songgye asked bluntly. Hoyong sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m hungry and I want to go get something to eat at a convince store, but I’m afraid of the dark. And it’s not like there’s anything good at the dorm because Taehyung went shopping this week and he only buys whole grain things. If I wasn’t afraid of the dark I would already be at the convince store by now but I’m terrified and you’re like, six feet tall and strong so you feel safe to walk with at night because I don’t think anyone would mess with you. Me on the other hand...” Hoyong finally looked back at Songgye. “I have a perm.”

Songgye bit his lip. After a speech like that, he couldn’t turn the kid down.  “Fine. Give me five seconds to wash my hair.” Songgye offered. “Sure. I’ll wait here.” Hoyong resumed his leg kicking, humming TVXQ under his breath.

Songgye has never seen anyone inhale tteokbokki so fast in his life. He was convinced he was going to have to reach across the picnic table and give Hoyong the Heimlich maneuver any second now. But Hoyong seemed to be very skilled in shoveling rice cakes into his mouth. He didn’t even cough once. In about five minutes, the empty cup of tteokbokki was placed down on the table with a dull thud.

“Woo!” Hoyong grinned. “That was so good. You should have gotten some, hyung.”  “Nah, I’m fine.” Songgye pursed his lips. In all honesty, he just wanted to go home so he could get some shut eye before practice in six hours. “Whatever you say.” Hoyong shrugged, standing up from the picnic bench. “I know I’ve been really annoying tonight. You were really nice to me though. Thank you.”  “Yeah, it’s nothing.” Songgye shook his head, standing up as well. Hoyong tilted his head at the older trainee, his eyes scanning over the facial features that were illuminated by the street lights above them. “What?” Songgye asked. “You seem sad.”  “Just tired.” Songgye insisted. “No, like... You have that look on your face all the time.” Hoyong frowned. “Like, even when you’re hanging around Jaehwa and Saito.” Songgye hesitated. Suddenly the younger boy seemed a little bit more intimidating now that he was analyzing him. He shifted his weight, debating on whether he should just start walking home or not.

Then Hoyong exhaled. “Sometimes I feel like that too. Like, grey.”  “Grey.” Songgye repeated the word. He had a hard time believing that this little ball of light ever felt dulled, especially compared to his previous actions of the day. “Yeah. Like you feel like you sink into the background, like no one sees you, or cares, or understands.” Hoyong shrugged, looking at the ground. “You just gotta remember that loneliness is a choice. Someone’s always going to listen. You just have to, like, find them.” Songgye let the sudden dump of emotion sit there for a moment, unsure what to do with it. He’s never been good at comforting or conversing about ones emotions. Hoyong snapped himself out of it, straightening up instantly. “We should head back. I’m getting sleepy. I’m sure you’re even more tired than I am.” 

The two finally made it home safe and sound. Hoyong was right, no one did mess with Songgye, except for maybe Hoyong himself. Besides the jumbled mess the younger had left Songgye’s brain in after psycho analyzing him outside the convince store, Hoyong had tried to make Songgye laugh the whole way home. 

When they reached the dorms, it was almost four in the morning. They had to wake up for practice in about four hours.  “Do you want me to walk with you to your room or can you handle going down the dark hallway?” Songgye asked, not intending for the question to come out as condescending as it did. Thankfully, Hoyong didn’t notice. “I can do it. Thanks though.” Hoyong whispered with a grin. “I’ll see you in the morning, or uh, in a few hours.”  “Good night, Hoyong.” Songgye whispered. Just as he turned on his heel, he heard Hoyong hiss his name again.  “Hyung?” “Yeah, Hoyong?”  “I may be younger and act childish, but I can handle a lot.” Hoyong spoke into the darkness. “I’m good at being a friend.” Songgye’s eyes widened and he was once again at a loss of words. He swallowed thickly and nodded his head before realizing that Hoyong couldn’t see him in the dark. “Thank you, Hoyong. I’ll keep that in mind. Goodnight.”  “Goodnight.”  

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[hbhtrainees]

NEW_DECADE [EP_9]

SUMMARY: Erii, Saito, Daisuke and Kotori model for an online Japanese clothing store. Saito and Erii discuss dating scandals among HBHT20 members. 

PAIRING: Platonic! Japanese Line

Erii placed her chin on Saito’s shoulder, angling her neck upward and parting her lips slightly. Another flash of light. Erii blinked the dots away from her vision before changing up the position.

“How about you wrap your arm around her shoulder?” The photographer suggested. “And give us some laughter.”  Saito’s eyes connected with Erii’s, and two identical smiles stretched on their faces. Saito slipped an arm over Erii’s shoulder and Erii couldn’t help but burst out laughing. There was nothing funny at all, he hadn’t even said anything to prompt the laughter. But when you’ve been friends with someone for a very long time, eventually you just have random laughing fits for no reason. 

Saito, forcing back laughter, spread his arms in confusion. “What did I do?”

“Sorry, sorry!” Erii apologized, shaking her head and holding a hand out to the photographer. “I’m not sure why I’m laughing, I’m sorry.”  “No worries, that pose is actually cute. Saito, keep your arms out. Erii, try tilting your head back to the ceiling a little. Don’t be afraid to let out some genuine laughter!” The photographer responded enthusiastically. 

After a few more shots, the photographer called in Daisuke and Kotori. The younger kids stepped forward. Kotori and Daisuke were dressed in the same style as the other two, except Kotori was sporting a purple color scheme white Daisuke was in green. Erii was very thankful that they dressed Kotori in something age-appropriate. Her hidden mom mode was always turned on when she was around the younger Japanese girl. 

“Aw, lil Koko.” Saito grinned, patting the top of Kotori’s head fondly. Kotori wrinkled her nose and dodged his touch, sending the crew into a chorus of laughs at the sass that the tall girl was exhibiting. 

The four of them had a very fun shoot. There were shots involving them group hugging, which resulted in Kotori getting sandwiched between all of them. There was one where Erii and Saito were playing ‘tug of war’ with the sleeves of Kotori’s sweater while Daisuke appeared to be shocked in the background. They also had shots where Kotori  and Daisuke were getting pushed around in shopping carts, looking like they were about to collide.

When they were finally finished with group shots, the trio was able to view the previews. They huddled around a monitor with some other staff members, looking at an array of pictures that were taken.  “This one looks like a family portrait.” Erii commented, pointing to one where Saito and Erii were standing next to each other while Kotori and Daisuke sat on stools in front of them. Erii’s hand was on Kotori’s shoulder, smiling brightly. 

“Baby Koko!~” Saito teased, reaching over to give Kotori’s cheek a pinch. Kotori moved away, sticking her tongue out. Erii chuckled, watching Saito pretend to be disgusted with Kotori. Saito rounded to give Daisuke some love, but Daisuke swiftly stepped backward, avoiding any personal touch.

After confirming that they were satisfied with the shoot, the three Japanese trainees were released. They thanked the staff before heading to their manager’s car. 

Once inside the car, Erii checked her cellphone for the first time since the shoot started. The group chat with all her trainee friends in it was blowing up. 

“Jesus, I should have muted them.” Erii complained, showing Saito how many messages were popping up on her phone.  “What’s going on with them?” Saito asked out of curiosity.  “Who knows. Probably boy drama... Jiah’s been a little restless lately.” Erii shook her head, already feeling a headache coming on thinking about Jiah’s recent decisions.  “Yeah... Longwei might have mentioned a thing or two about her.” Saito shared.

Erii shook her head again, this time in disappointment. She’s been a trainee for a long time and she’s seen a lot of wild shit. None of it ever ended well. Her friend, Soyeon from Promise, slept around when she was a trainee and all that was exposed a couple years after her debut thanks to an ex-trainee that never liked her. Jiah isn’t exactly the most likable person at HBH. If she isn’t careful, someone would do the same to her. 

“I think you and I are the only two trainees from HBHT15 who haven’t let our hormones get the best of us.” Saito joked.  “Haeun hasn’t slept around, has she?” Erii asked. Saito shrugged, furrowing his eyebrows. “Why would I know that? I’m not a gossiper like you, Erii.” The man teased.  “I’m not a gossiper! Right, kids?” Erii looked over her shoulder to get the opinion of the younger trainees sitting behind her. Kotori and Daisuke both had earphones in, scrolling through their cellphones without even looking up. “Nevermind.” Erii shook her head, knowing better than to disrupt the 02 liners and their screen time.

Saito chuckled. “But no, can we just talk about how many of our friends are fucking right now?” He asked. “I thought you said you didn’t gossip?” Erii teased. “I’m also a liar. C’mon, you know me.” Saito shrugged. “Anyways, I cannot believe that Jiah is fucking not only Hanjae and Longwei, but I’m pretty sure she’s gonna start messing with Sanghoon too.”  “Sanghoon? He seems too innocent and nice to have a friends with benefits situation going on.” Erii contemplated.  “Think again. He’s nice but he wants to get his dick wet just like any other boy his age.” Saito rolled his eyes. 

“Like Yeetai?” Erii’s grin quirked.  Saito hesitated, a smile forming on his face. “Wait what do you know?”  “Nothing confirmed but... Have you seen him and Seolhee interact lately?” Erii asked. “They’re like in that stage where they don’t get along but they clearly like each other, you know? Kinda like how elementary kids flirt.”  “Oh man.” Saito ran a hand over his face. “I told these fuckers when the season started: ‘don’t mess around with other trainees, it always ends bad’. Now I find out that my own son, the one I raised from when he was a wee baby, is going down the same path as other trainees before him.”  “Tragic, I know.” Erii sympathized with her friends dramatic distraught.  

“At least our maknaes are still pure.” Saito angled his head towards Kotori and Daisuke.

“Actually...” Kotori suddenly spoke up, taking an earbud out. “Kijung has a huge crush on Suwei.”  “It’s true. He’s whipped.” Daisuke sighed. “Mother-” Saito burried his head in his hands. Erii cackled, leaning forward as the laughter rolled through her body. 

“This is gonna be a looong season.” Saito’s words were muffled by his palms. 

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[hbhtrainees]

NEW_DECADE [EP_8]

SUMMARY: Linyang hates everyone, but not everyone wants to hate Linyang. 

GENRE: Budding friendship?  PAIRING: Platonic! Linyang and Suwei WORD COUNT: 0.8k WARNINGS: None

Linyang’s routine used to be very simple.

She would walk into HBH Entertainment at eleven, coffee in hand. She would flash her ID and a forced, thin-lipped smile to the woman at the security desk. Then she would take the elevator up 3 floors, unlock the private practice room, and wait for her very expensive private vocal lesson to begin. Her parents have been paying a hefty amount of cash for Linyang to take vocal lessons at HBH. If Linyang was your average girl, HBH would never accept someone with no intention of debuting. However, Linyang was not your average girl, and she will not allow you to think of her as such.

Linyang comes from a line of very wealthy Chinese business people. Linyang’s father is the head of a textile manufacturing company while her mother works as the head publisist of a fashion magazine. The rest of their family works as CEOs, international businessmen, actors, models, and film producers.

Linyang did not want to be an idol until about a month ago, when the idea crossed her mind after listening to one of her cousins brag about the new CEO position she had obtained from her father. What was Linyang supposed to do, let her cousin have the whole family’s attention? She requested idol training at HBH the following morning instead of her usual private vocal and dance lessons.

Now her schedule involved actual effort. Now she had to be in the practice room at six in the morning. She couldn’t use social media as freely as she used to. She had to live in dorms with girls she barely knew. And, the worst of it all, she actually had to work with these people.

“Linyang. I’m not gonna say it again.” Rushi clapped her hands together, the little patience that the Chinese trainee had was clearly wearing off. “It’s so important that you don’t just stop dancing when you forget a move. It looks even worse when you stop.” 

Linyang rolled her eyes. “If you actually taught me the steps, I wouldn’t forget them. You move way too fast.”  Rushi arched her eyebrow. Haeun let out a low whistle. 

“It’s not my job to accommodate for your incompetence, princess.” Rushi adjusted her cap, narrowing her eyes at Linyang. “We’re starting from the top. No stopping. Keep your moves clean.” 

The music started again. The phrase “princess” echoed in Linyang’s head throughout the whole routine. When the girls finished, Rushi called for break. 

Linyang marched over to her designer gym bag, which she kept far away from everyone else’s stuff. She didn’t trust any of these rats with her belongings. While the other girls chatted and laughed, Linyang touched up her make up and stretched out her limbs. 

While she was reapplying her concealer, she felt something a little off. She glanced to her right and saw that in the reflection of the mirror, Suwei was watching her while she chewed on the rubber straw on her water bottle. 

Linyang arched an eyebrow. 

“What?” Linyang asked in her foreign tongue. Suwei blinked, slowly raising her finger to her cheek, pointing at a faint red mark.

“What concealer is that?” Suwei asked, responding back in Mandarin. “La Prairie. And no, I don’t know any drugstore dupes.” Linyang frowned at the girl through the reflective glass.  The younger girl didn’t respond. She still watched as Linyang blotted the concealer with her fingertips, concealing any small imperfection on the woman’s face. Linyang usually wouldn’t complain about someone staring, but now it was getting a little awkward. And the small spot that Suwei had pointed to on her own cheek only seemed to be more and more noticeable to Linyang. 

Finally, her nerves snapped. Linyang turned around, narrowing her eyes at Suwei.

“Come here.” She commanded. The younger of the two stepped closer, her eyes wide. Linyang placed a drop of product onto her fingertip and blended it into Suwei’s skin, instantly covering up the small blemish.

“There. Is that what you wanted?” Linyang asked, crossing her arms and arching her eyebrow. Suwei observed the spot where her blemish previously was, touching the skin lightly. “Thank you.” She said breathlessly. “Hm.” Linyang responded with a short huff before Rushi called everyone back to finish up practice before dinner.

When the practice finally broke, Suwei made her way back to Linyang’s side as they gathered their things. Linyang frowned, looking sideways at the younger trainee.  “Linyang, if you want... we can work on dancing together.” Suwei offered, a smile on her face.  Linyang exhaled through her nose. She’d rather fling herself in front of a moving car than accept help. Especially not help from one of these lowlifes. But if she didn’t do better next showcase, her time as a trainee could be cut short.  And having a connection who can speak both Korean and Mandarin well would not be the worst thing.

“Tonight, then.” Linyang said shortly. 

“Tonight. Okay. See you then!” Suwei nodded, giving the older girl a thumbs up before jogging over to Kotori, who was waiting for her friend by the door.

Linyang watched the younger girl go with a shake of her head. This better be worth it. 

#aeskocnet #pikurin #mochikocnet #kumokocnet #kocsociety #linyang.txt #rushi.txt #suwei.txt

[hbhtrainees]

Longwei: The stars are beautiful tonight.

Hanjae: You know what else is beautiful?

Longwei: What?

Hanjae: Jiah.

Longwei: I know right?

#oop #mild spoiler?? #trainees.incorrectquotes #trainees.memes #hanjae.txt #longwei.txt

[hbhtrainees]

Rushi: I love you

Haeun: Is that you or the vodka talking? 

Rushi: It's me talking to the vodka.

#trainees.incorrectquotes #trainees.memes #rushi.txt #haeun.txt

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[hbhtrainees]

▸ GENRE: wholesome ▸ PAIRING: hbht14 ot16 ▸ WORD COUNT: 1.3k ▸ WARNINGS: none. ▸ A/N: woo! go getters is finally complete! if you have read even just one installment to the collection of stories, thank you. i will be finishing daffodils shortly, and then i’ll start uploading some debut-era content. thank you for everything! enjoy!

CHRISTMAS EVE, 2014. THE FINALE.

The camera flash left an after-image on the inside of Injung’s eyelids, causing him to be temporarily blind for a minute.

“Alright, that’s the last one, I promise!” Hak Bonghwa, the company’s founder and main producer promised, lowering his camera at last. The rest of the trainees sighed in relief, but still bowed respectfully to their boss.

The company Christmas party was something else this year. Everyone was dressed up nicely, all in silver and gold to match this year’s theme. The turn out was bigger than Injung ever remembers it being, mostly due to the large influx of trainees over the past year. Looking around, he realized that he no longer could name every face he saw like he could just 12 months ago. It really felt like everything was changing right in front of his eyes. 

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▸ GENRE: angst ▸ PAIRING: nia x jaehwa ▸ WORD COUNT: 0.6k ▸ WARNINGS: some swearing

Red flared up Yerin’s vision as she stormed through the HBH building. The nerve of that man. He promised her that everything was going to be okay. He promised her that they’d find a way to work out. How were they going to work out now?

She flung the boy’s locker room door open, ignore the high pitched scream coming from Chunghee’s mouth, his hands hurriedly covering his lower regions with a towel. 

“Where’s Jaehwa?” Yerin demanded, ignoring the fact that Chunghee was partially nude. 

“Damn, couldn’t you have like, knocked or something?” Chunghee questioned, curling his body away from Yerin self-cautiously. 

“Where’s Jaehwa?” Yerin asked a little louder, her patience running thin. Chunghee flinched at the volume and pointed to the left towards the showers.

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#jaehwa.txt #hbht14.txt

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▸ GENRE: angst, drama. ▸ PAIRING: none. ▸ WORD COUNT: 0.8k ▸ WARNINGS: Swearing, verbal fighting, angst

No one knows how the fight started, but here they were, standing in the living room, screaming their heads off at each other. Hanuel had her hands over her ears, tears streaming down her face as she curled up on the couch. Nari was standing in front of Hanuel, as if her physical being could block out the arguing. 

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▸GENRE: drama, some mild romance?? ▸PAIRING: Yerin x Jaehwa ▸ WORD COUNT: 0.7k ▸ WARNINGS: alluded sexual intercourse.

“Perfect, perfect, just like that!” The dance teacher complimented B.A.D as they finished rehearsing their stage. The others were allowed to go back to the dorms early, but the subunits were staying back to practice their new stages. This stage was a bit more important than before. This time, sponsors would be coming to watch to determine if they wanted to support their debut group’s funds. They had to be spectacular. If the sponsors could see how good they were, they could get a hefty donation.

“That’s a wrap for today, ladies.” The dance instructor called out. The girls tiredly mumbled a thank you and weak bows before sitting on the ledge of the stage, drinking water from their water bottles.

“Looking good,” Jaehwa’s voice complimented before slinking next to Yerin. She placed the bottle down, nodding appreciatively.

“Any criticisms?” She questioned, quirking her head to the side. He was in his stage outfit; a button down silk shirt, slacks, and dress shoes. He looked his age for once. Sometimes Yerin forgot about the three years that separated them. His childish and laid back behavior used to stress Yerin out, but she’s grown fond of it over the past couple of months. Being around someone twenty-four hours a day makes you see them in a different light. Now he’s shining in Yerin’s eyes. 

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▸ GENRE: fluff + some drama ▸ PAIRING: platonic!Cal+Van+Songgye, platonic!Cal+Ura ▸ WORD COUNT: 0.8k ▸ WARNINGS: none!

After a long week of busking events, preparing for their second trainee showcase, and other promotional activities, a trip to Lotte World hit different.

The joy that a little cat ear headband gave Calvin was almost laughable, but after the stress that the whole team had been under these past few weeks, he figured he deserved some fun time with his friends. 

“Yo, dude, take a picture for me.” Calvin asked Songgye, who obliged, taking the yellow disposable camera from the younger and snapping a picture of the boy in front of the Lotte World entrance. Changmin stood behind Songgye, giving Calvin a thumbs up.

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▸ GENRE: drama  ▸ PAIRING: technically ot16. ▸ WORD COUNT: 1.0k ▸ WARNINGS: none ▸ A/N: this one’s kind of a big post, but that’s because it’s their first showcase and I had to write for their whole day instead of like, an hour of their time. Enjoy!

“What are the chances of our showcase falling on Friday the 13th?” Eunha chuckled as the girls piled into the company’s minivan. 

“Dude, please don’t jinx us.” Rushi groaned, settling in the farthest back seat with Haeun. Haneul nodded in agreement, looking a little frightful. In fact, everyone looked a little nervous this morning.

“Don’t worry, we’re going to give our best possible stage. We’ll all do well.” Yerin insisted, sensing the other’s distress.

“Especially since we’ve been training so hard,” Nari added. Yerin nodded to that. They were extremely well prepared. The last week of rehearsals went by very smoothly with barely any mistakes or mishaps. If you asked Yerin, they looked ready for debut.

“We got this ladies, we’re gonna crush it.” Soyeon clapped her hands together just as the minivan started rolling out of the parking lot.

Ten minutes before the show started, Jaehwa and Yerin pulled everyone together for a brief moment.

“Alright, this is what we’ve been working towards our whole training period.” Yerin stated, looking everyone in their eyes. “Whatever superstitions you may have about today shouldn’t hold any weight. We are all talented and skilled enough to make this performance run as smoothly as practice. Don’t get nervous. We’re all here together.” 

“Yeah, exactly. Give it your best shot.” Jaehwa followed up simply, placing his hand in. Everyone else laid their hands on top of his. They pulsed their hands once, twice, before letting them fly in the air with a “HBHT14!”

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#rushi.txt #saito.txt #jaehwa.txt #hbht14.txt

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▸ GENRE: fluff, comedy ▸ PAIRING: HBHNB ot8 ▸ WORD COUNT: 0.7k ▸ WARNINGS: none!

“Two weeks from today, two weeks from today.” Changmin and Songgye chanted together as they squeeze toothpaste onto their toothbrushes.

“Two weeks from today?” Daehyun played along as he entered the bathroom, taking up the remainder of the space in the relatively small restroom.

“Two weeks from today.” The other two boys confirmed through frothy mouths. The countdown the boys had mentally been keeping in their brain was for their very first trainee showcase. In an hour, their manager was going to be driving them to their first rehearsal at the venue where the stage would be held.

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#songgye.txt #jaehwa.txt #saito.txt #yeetai.txt #hbht14.txt

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▸ GENRE: drama, some angst?  ▸ PAIRING: Nia x Jaehwa ▸ WORD COUNT: 0.8k ▸ WARNINGS: none

Jaehwa clapped his hands together, signaling the end of practice. The other eight young men in the practice room all collectively let out a relieved sigh, all of them being exhausted from the all-day practice.

“Great work today guys! Go rest up!” Jaehwa dismissed them, letting the other members filter out before quickly cleaning up the floors with a mop from the maintenance closet. As he was cleaning, he heard the faint bounce of the bass from the speakers in the girls practice room next door. He sighed and put the bucket away. It was just like Yerin to keep the girls practicing later than usual.

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▸ GENRE: mild drama? ▸ PAIRING: platonic!Yen + Rushi ▸ WORD COUNT: 0.7k ▸ WARNINGS: none

In the lights of the city, Micha could almost pretend that she was dancing on a stage instead of a square of pavement. She finished the dance routine, trying to maintain her gaze while she evened out her breathing again. The clapping and cheers made her heart leap with excitement. When the other girls broke their pose, Micha allowed herself to smile, enjoying the spotlight.

“Since more people have joined us since we began, we’d like to introduce ourselves again.” Yerin said into a bullhorn. The nine girls lined up before bowing forward. “Hello! We are HBHNG!” They said with a wave of their hands. The crowd responded positively, a few flashes from cell phones went off. Micha tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, hoping she looked decent in the photos.

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▸ GENRE: comedy ▸ PAIRING: none ▸ WORD COUNT: 0.6k ▸ WARNINGS: none, except maybe mentions of mice + possible mouse infestation? 

A scream erupted over the bass of the music blaring from the dance room speakers, interrupting the boy’s dance practice. Everyone’s attention diverted from their reflections in the mirror to look over at the source of the noise. Instead of picking up who screamed, all the boys’ eyes landed on the small brown mouse that was scurrying across the floor by the wall.

“Oh hell no!” Chunghee screamed before racing over to the couch in the corner, getting off the ground immediately. Yeetai also ditched practice to join Chunghee on the sofa, his eyes wide.

“Guys, it’s just a-” Daehyun’s words were cut off with his own strangled scream when the mouse suddenly changed direction and came at them at full speed.

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#saito.txt #jaehwa.txt #hbht14.txt