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deinnekromant · 3 years
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Got misgendered by a superior at work today so I am having a GREAT fucking day. Happy pride.
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doomstypewriter · 3 years
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abt the last ask: u dont have to include it ofc (if u write it at all) but i thought id let u know that its based on the mental image i suddenly had of j climbing up to pats window, knocking on the shutters, pat pulling him in by his lapels and immediately kissing him (if you can even call it that with how hard theyre smiling) & then sometime later pat hearing like his dads footsteps coming toward his room as theyre making out so pat scrambles off his bf & shoves him in his closet (the irony)
Anon, finally, here you have it, but with a twist. This got completely out of hand, as per usual when I write anything. Since you were so nice (/li) to send me your request in two parts, I will actually break your prompt into two parts, otherwise, it’s never going to end. I hope you’re pleased by the first part, also, I am answering to this first because it matches the content of the first part. 
Thank you so much for your lovely prompt! Hope you enjoy! 
If anyone wants to be tagged for this let me know in a comment!
AO3
Chapter 2 >>
We call it an affair because it’s a forbidden romance
Summary:  An encounter in the dark. The disdain of society. A forbidden romance. Royalty is involved and a title is at stake. Will an aspiring count, Patton Morandi and his rogue lover Janus overcome the barriers laid in front of them?
(We're in it for the drama)
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“So long away and what I least expect is not you saving my life, but finding myself having missed your nonsense”.
“Is it nonsense when I make you smile like this?”
Word count: 3848
Pairings: Moceit, future Prinxiety.
TW:  Homophobia, internalised homophobia, deadnaming a trans person, misogyny, mentions of religion, hopelessness, ideological things you would expect from the period (I'm not sure if there's anything else, but please tell me).
Chapter 1 of 2: 
Balcony kiss
How the moonlight shone in its quiet dance with the nightly air. It was a mostly clear summer evening, the second day of the week-long festival. The sounds of music and colourful lights could be heard and seen from the distance, but gradually decreased as a certain thief made its way across the gardens of Villa Morandi. For certain, the head of the family would not be excessively happy about the entire ordeal, but no disgruntlement could come out of those things of which one has no knowledge of, and Janus surely intended to keep his entanglement a secret. 
He crossed the bushes and jumped over marble balustrades expertly, careful to avoid the lights of the servant quarters, where their residents were reading themselves for departure. 
“Signor Morandi seems to be in good spirits lately, it is fortunate that most of us can leave for the festival”. 
Any news about the man was something worth listening to, given his situation, so he decided to stay and see if they mentioned something useful. Also, he, admittedly, enjoyed gossip. 
“Loretta! Don’t be such a bragger in front of us!”
“Why? I’d say the only one lamenting not being able to go is you. You should be ashamed for dragging poor Virginia in with you to make yourself sound less self-centred”. 
Janus silently nodded. 
“That is not true! I am merely trying to make the newcomer feel welcome! And here you are making her feel excluded, who is now in the wrong?” 
Weak retort, wannabe-partygoer, he thought. 
“Va, va…” the other maid answered dismissively “Quit holding her like that! Don’t you see she’s uncomfortable?! Povera bambina”. 
“Come on Virginia, don’t you think it’s a waste for such a wrinkly woman to be let out instead of us?” 
“Who are you calling old?!” 
“You did, but now that you so kindly brought it up, you are old! Turning wrinklier by the second!” 
Alright, at this point, Janus could not help but be rooting for Loretta, going for the old card was the low-hanging fruit. 
“I may be your senior, but I promise you that regardless of that nonsense about wrinkles you’re babbling I’m ten times more fair looking!”
“Ah!” she exclaimed with feigned indignation. “Can you believe her? She’s delusional!”
“Well then, the delusional one will not search for a man at the festival, such a pity I will not be introducing anyone to you this week!”
He smiled at the comeback. Way to go, Loretta. 
“Loretta! Just because you had the luck to get engaged doesn’t give you the right to rob others of their chances. Don’t be so mean, I’ll apologise if I must”. 
“Alright, but never dare call me wrinkly again, for you will owe this old woman when I find you a husband. Virginia, I can help you too if you want it, I know plenty of young lads who would love to…” 
“Oh, no, I’m not really interested”. 
At this point Janus had quenched his thirst for amusement and begun to lose his interest, having more pressing matters to attend to. But, one new comment made him reconsider the usefulness of his eavesdropping for longer on the ladies’ conversation. 
“That’s right, Loretta, don’t you see she’s here on official duty. To suggest for her to slack off with men… ts, ts… “
“Oh, you shut up! Don’t fret, Virginia, dear, I should have remembered you were sent for an urgent matter”. 
“True, true! Tell us if you can, is it as they say? Was her ladyship done in by pirates?” 
“Elda! Such crude language, you dare call yourself a lady, how can you say something so insensitive?”
“What? You want to know as badly as I do, besides, if it is true, then there is no changing it, and if it’s not then it’s fine, as her ladyship is still alive”. 
“I’m so sorry, Virginia, just ignore her”. 
“Don’t worry. As far as I’m willing to say, her ladyship still lives but I cannot disclose any further information”. 
Oh. 
No. 
When one spies on others, bad news exists as a possibility, but, usually, in the form of getting caught. This happened to be worse. Being spotted? That he could deal with. Having his heart ripped out after one stellar month? Not so much. 
He ran. 
Not from his problems. More or less towards them. 
The marble balcony seemed as unreachable as ever. A sense of dread loomed over his thoughts, while a mix of feelings, now turned into urgency, settled in his heart. 
Raising a hand Janus willed his trustworthy companion to fall from the nightly skies. Meanwhile, he began to climb the walls of the manor. There was an undeserved elegance in his motions, not becoming of such an honourless goal, and, nevertheless, fitting for a thief like him. 
The hawk swept inside the room from a window and cast the doors to the balcony open. 
Janus promptly grabbed onto the bass of the marble balustrade. One month ago he had received news of something that would simplify his life. He knew he should not care, it was going to end poorly no matter what. But, rereading two months worth of love letters and hoping for an uncertain future, he could not help but feel happy. That made his resolve to return in time for the festival. 
From the room came a sound of rushing footsteps. 
Three months of yearning to see a face again. 
That image made Janus more desperate, and, in his haste, he committed one fatal mistake. His grip on the marble slipped. At a thirty feet height, the ground beckoned him. 
But, just when his doom seemed so certain, he was caught by the front of his cape and safely gathered against a pair of lips. 
With such smiles stretching their faces, it could barely be called a kiss. But, the intensity of the affections behind it rendered the notion meaningless. 
“My love”, Janus muttered as they parted ever so slightly. 
“You scared me, silly. I miss you for three months and when you’re returned to me I almost lose you for good”. 
“Let’s be happy you were there to catch me”. 
“Thank the Lord, and if He wills it, I will always be”. 
“I ought to be grateful to you, my dear, not the ones above” he answered while stepping to the safe side of the balcony. 
“Well, our poor feathery friend can’t be too happy about that” Patton laughed dismissively, gazing at Janus’ hawk. 
“You’re right. I neglect to show my gratitude, perhaps you could give me somewhere to start?”
“Oh, but how can I hand you my room, my sweet, the stones of the house are too heavy!” 
“So long away and what I least expect is not you saving my life, but finding myself having missed your nonsense”. 
“Is it nonsense when I make you smile like this?” 
Janus laughed in delight. 
“Let me make you smile in turn, then”, he said, whilst extending his hand. 
The touch of Patton’s palm felt like a warm pressure through the barrier of his leather gloves. Perhaps all of his interactions were as imperfect as their naked hands not being able to meet. Janus’ fake gallantry, their hopes, may be short-lived in the face of change. But, for now, he would rather enjoy pretending. 
He pulled Patton to the inside of the alcove. 
“Are you refined now?” Patton laughed. 
“Of course, I have always been. Whatever could lead you to ask such a question? If I were to be a thief, which I am not, I would be the most honourable”. 
There was a certain amount of delight to be found in catching his lover in the midst of changing into his night robes, judging by those being laid out onto the bed’s ostentatious covers. Despite such a degree of luxury surrounding Patton, he still refused to task any servant to dress him. What was there not to love about the man? 
Patton made a motion as if to hold his hands, only to surprise him by pulling his gloves off. Any other person, and it would have been a display of sensuality, coming from him, it was like movement turned into honey, perhaps a mixture of both. Indeed, there was everything to love about him. 
Maybe not all. Janus dreaded to admit how deep in he had allowed himself to be for this man. 
A fool for a good man. 
His hands felt the light night coldness in their grip on the linen shirt. Janus almost wanted to chastise himself as the thought of kissing away the kiss of the midnight breeze came to mind. He hid in the curve of Patton’s neck, sliding his lips along it, feeling like a coward whispering a lie. Countless lies. Telling himself this was enough, that he could bear the thought of this man taken away from him by a woman, that the thrill in this forbidden form of vice was not his worry taking yet another disguise. 
“Oh, you’re a thief alright”. 
“Is there something of yours I happen to have taken?” Janus retorted with a vague tone of amusement. 
Patton cradled his left cheek in a firm request to see his face. Who was Janus to deny him? 
“You know all too well you have”. 
Oh. 
“Well, that would make two of us”. 
Patton’s expression melted into more honey. It always made Janus unsure as to whether he had made a mistake, no matter how unfounded the doubt was. 
“Thank you” the words rebounded in proximity against the other’s lips. Janus didn’t know Patton could also be cruel. 
“A little sincerity never hurt anyone”. 
“You are not anyone” he smiled softly. 
“Then make the pain up to me”.  
Both their lips made contact like a wax seal on a letter. Janus pushed Patton against a low piece of furniture. From how the other fumbled, he could tell a corner was pressing against him. Despite the sting, Patton still committed himself to their affections. If that wasn’t a metaphor for their relationship Janus didn’t know what it was. Janus knew Patton would disagree, of course. 
It seemed that exchanging one piece of furniture for another, the bed, would not be possible. Someone was knocking on the door. 
“Janus…” Patton panicked in a hushed voice.
“Not a problem, my dear, this is my speciality” he smiled at him. 
Janus’ feet almost flew over the carpet, muffled by the Persian fibres and his expertise on avoiding the parts of the floor that creaked. He turned the key of Patton’s wardrobe without the distinctive noise most people couldn’t avoid. Luckily for them, he wasn’t most people. The door mysteriously closed itself from the inside. Janus could swear to hear Patton draw a breath in wonder as to how he had done it. 
“My son, let me in!” a voice came from the corridor. 
“On my way, father”. 
The mule-like bray of the alcove’s door hinges Janus detested preceded the sound of a set of footsteps he knew and loathed just as well, if not more.
“Were you reading yourself for bed? Ah, do not answer, I can already see your night robes over there. How many times need I tell you, call the servants to dress you, it is unbecoming that you do not. Moreso with the status you are to acquire”. 
Janus almost scoffed upon hearing it.
It wasn’t that Janus outright looked down on Signor Morandi. He certainly held an admirable reputation and an even more admirable wealth. He contributed to the church, upheld his honour, was a patron to a few talented artists and did everything expected from someone of his status. By societal definition, he was an outstanding man. But, he could never understand Patton. Yes, Patton’s behaviour in public also stood to scrutiny. He was a young man to be admired, for sure. Yet, it somehow mismatched any other person’s strive for reputability. Patton lacked this performative quality, eagerness, if you will, that he found time and time again in people. 
At first, Janus struggled to comprehend it. Everyone had desires outside of the strictly polite, they either pretended they didn’t or tried to hide it, that’s why they paid the church, after all. Janus didn’t believe people made an effort to actively align with the global canon for morality, just to look like it or deceive themselves. This theory on society made it so when he met Patton he simply dismissed him as a try-hard, later to relabel him as self-deceiving. Maybe he was a victim of his own biased cynicism. 
As they grew closer, he started to get the whole picture. To his surprise, Patton tried to get his desires to align with what he perceived as morally correct, sometimes failing miserably. Janus’ presence in his room didn’t qualify as a success by society’s criteria... Patton’s effort to be ‘good’ did not come from a place of wishing to be perceived as such. Patton didn’t want to look good, he needed to be good. A good man. The realisation was hard to process but true. 
Once he understood that, Janus could not let go. It stands to reason that, if that kind of person were to earn his affection, someone like his father would awaken his spite. Signor Morandi had simply never made an effort to understand his son’s motivations, unlike Janus. If he was a cynic, Patton was a victim to his own good intentions. 
“I do not understand”. 
“Lady Renata Regio is alive”. 
“Oh”. 
“Yes, it is most fortunate, you will no longer have to stay inside and miss the festival”. 
“Well, father, I am not sure if that is appropriate, her ladyship must be feeling poorly after such a horrid experience. Perhaps it is best if I stay in and promptly send a letter to help soothe her”. 
“Patton, it honours you to be willing to put the weak’s suffering before yours, but it is not needed in this case. You do not have to concern yourself with her. I am afraid that she is safe and sound on the account of having planned her own kidnapping. Lady Renata Regio has joined the pirates bringing disgrace upon her family, the wretched woman”. 
Yes! Janus thought. Neither the wardrobe nor the entire room could contain his joy at hearing it. 
“That is most unfortunate, should I reassure her family that I do not hold any resentment towards them?” 
“It would be no good, there is going to be a scandal!” Signor Morandi sounded too happy. 
Janus could not help but to smile a little.
“Are we going to pursue any retaliation?” Janus almost saw Patton shudder in the tone he used. “I do not think it necessary, it is a matter of marriage, although important, there are many other options that--” 
“Yes, there are many other women to pursue, that is the spirit! In said spirits, I must inform you of the most wonderful news I have just received”. 
What? 
“Today a trusted servant from the Regio estate arrived at our home”. 
“Yes, Virginia Fusco”, of course, Patton knew her name. “I personally received her, she refused to tell me exactly why she was sent here, also insisted to wait to talk to you”. 
“Precisely, well, it turns out she is the personal servant of Lady Romina Regio”. 
“The eldest of the twin daughters of the Regio?” 
“Indeed. Let me be frank with you son, the Regio know they cannot keep the true actions of their lesser daughter hidden forever, a rumour is meant to surface eventually. This is very unfortunate for them, I have heard they were planning to match Lady Romina with a higher member of the nobility. Her sister’s actions have ruined her chances, it is unlikely that whoever was to marry her will accept such a union. My son, you know I always have your best interests in mind, Lady Renata Regio was a fine choice to provide you with connections to nobility. In turn, her family would have got access to our wealth, which, after their losses in the war, they need”. 
Oh no. 
“This being the circumstances, they have to choose how to align themselves in the future and what would be more advantageous to the family”. 
“Shit” Janus said under his breath. 
“We are about to reach an agreement for a marriage between Lady Romina Regio and you. I need you to understand that, if you are to accept, you will have to face some troubles, at least initially. The rumours about Lady Renata’s motivations may taint your reputation for a short while and the Regio’s rush to marry off Lady Romina will raise more rumours”. 
“What choice would please you the most?” 
“Oh, Patton, you idiot”. 
“The union could make your child a count, you could potentially obtain a title depending on how we negotiate with the family. It is my wish that you accept this marriage”. 
“Will this bring honour to our family?” 
“Certainly”. 
“Then…” an air of doubt went through Patton’s voice. 
Janus was debating whether or not to burst out of the closet, either to tell him to refuse or to scold him for not accepting immediately what was probably the best opportunity of his life. 
“Of course I will accept”. 
“You make me very happy and proud, my son. I will meet with the servant girl to send her back with a letter requesting to meet with Lord Regio”. 
The words were spoken carelessly. Signor Morandi often did that around his son, not knowing how many times he had been overheard by him. He may be a great man by society’s standards, but he could never be a good man. 
Janus slumped against the back of the wardrobe, surrounded by pieces of clothing he could never afford. There was a world in which Patton had refused. But Patton hadn’t been left a real choice, so he could find some comfort in knowing this thing between the two had to end due to him being backed into a corner. Better than having Patton’s morals come between them. That, he would never reconcile with. 
This was better than before. Being cast away for something as mundane as marriage, no matter the useful connections involved, was one thing, being left for a countess, well, if that’s what it took to refuse him he wouldn’t complain too much. 
He would have preferred a marchioness or a duchess. 
He would have preferred to be the only thing standing in between Patton and kingship and still win. 
He would definitely prefer it if Signor Morandi was to accidentally fall down a flight of stairs on his way to writing his pesky letter. 
There was nothing like a fire to persuade someone, even a countess… 
But Patton would be upset. 
His hawk screeched from the roofs above. Then footsteps rushed to his side, followed by candlelight flooding the inside of the closet. 
Patton had no right to look so humble yet so marvellous. Not even the warmth of the flame could rival with that of his gaze. A gaze that was his’, not of any countess. But, still, a gaze that deserved to become a count. 
“Janus…” 
Honey clogging up his ears, that was the shape of a whisper. 
“I suppose”, he shook off the dust of his cape and held his head up with dignity, “this is when we part. I’d love to say it’s a pity, but we saw it coming. Guess it was nice to enjoy it while it lasted. I’m always a letter away, my dear, that countess of yours wouldn’t ever find out”.
This was the bitter taste of selflessness. He never understood how Patton enjoyed it. 
Janus turned around, ready to make his merry way out of Villa Morandi or fall off the balcony properly this time. Suddenly, Patton’s armed chained the two of them to their spot in the room. Patton’s chest heaved pitifully in a mockery of a hiccup. 
“I’m sorry. What was I supposed to do? There was no other choice. I didn’t wish to upset you. Please--” 
“What do you think you’re doing?” 
He promptly let him go. 
“I…”
Janus turned back to face him.
“You think crying will make this easier? Do you seriously think I enjoy this? I would gladly rob you of everything and have you entirely to myself. It is taking so much self-restraint to not get your father into a tragic accident, my dear. If anything, you’re making it worse by crying. I am doing this for you. Don’t you dare ruin the one honourable thing I will do in my life”. 
“How can I pretend to be happy when you’re leaving?” 
There were sparks of light encased in his tears. Something about their ironic beauty left him even more heart-broken. 
“What am I going to do, then? I can be selfish to an extent, but I cannot take the rest of your life too. You’re being offered a title and a wife, all the things someone at your level could wish for. Don’t be more of an imbecile, keep it. It is already inappropriate for you to be seen with the likes of me, and it’s even worse with me being a man”. 
“You’ve never cared about that”. 
“But you do! Let resume, dear”, he tried to say in his most condescending voice. It didn’t sound even remotely like it. “You go to church each Sunday, you have five bibles just in this room and the most sincere good-samaritan complex I have ever seen. I know you can’t bear to live in sin”. 
“I can’t bear to live without you either!”
Oh, Patton, you fool, silly, ridiculous man…
  “What…” he felt as if he was going crazy. 
A chuckle escaped through the spaces in between his teeth. Janus looked downwards and whispered. 
“What are you saying?” 
This self-consciousness, he had never felt anything like it before. Was he blushing? 
“I love you… I know it’s wrong, so why doesn’t it feel like it?” 
More honey. What a way for his plan to backfire.
“This is ridiculous, you should be concerning yourself with more important--” 
Patton placed the back of his hand under his jaw to raise his head with such gentleness... stupid. 
“Is it ridiculous when it’s making you cry like this?”
A compassionate man’s tears were not worth his. He had never been as sure as now that this was a mistake. Yet he longed for him more than ever. 
“Of course not” he wiped away his tears feigning some kind of dignity. 
As quickly as ever, he also pretended to regain his composure. 
“Do you have any sort of plan for what you’re going to do next? Under pressure, you’re a terrible improviser, my love”.  
“Well...I can’t let you go. I know as much. I should, for my family, father, my honour. But I will not. You’ve shown me that acting selfishly doesn’t make someone evil. I will find a way to fulfil my duty without giving you up, you have my word”.
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justkimberley · 4 years
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HSMTMTS Thoughts Episode 8
Episode 1   Episode 2  Episode 3  Episode 4   Episode 5  Episode 6  Episode 7  
(~1300 words)
“And Benjamin Mazarra said run, so I ran,”
Ricky’s first thought is to tell Gina
Aww Big red is so sad about his props being dead
“Lucky Ducky Puppet Pavillion?” Something about hearing this come from EJ makes it funnier (also… should I write about baby Ashlyn and EJ going to the puppet theater as kids??)
Carlos speaking spanish!
“Yes I am that feeling,”
“On your right, heads up! Sorry!” “Don’t apologize this is like… a weird adventure,” Seb and Ashlyn, I love them!
If Carlos hadn’t said anything to EJ, and just let him carry it, EJ literally wouldn’t have looked into it.
“You were gonna spend senior year without me?” I’m starting to feel like Kourtney doesn’t know who she is when she doesn’t have Nini to take care of. Kourtney’s been all about Nini finding herself without boys, but who is Kourtney without Nini? And I don’t mean that her and Nini need to stop being friends, but I’d like to see Kourtney go for something for herself with Nini supporting her instead of the other way around. I don’t know, I just hope we get some growth
“I don’t need to apologize for who I am,” Ok this could be good advice, but the context it’s coming from is not what we need. EJ needs to know that the things he’s done are wrong, and that he should work to improve himself so that he doesn’t keep making those same mistakes, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t love himself.
Along with the “lacks emotional connection to the material” he often puts up this wall and we never really get to see him be vulnerable. Even when he’s emoting, it’s not genuine (as Carlos so aptly points out later)
How did Natalie Bagley get stage manager? She’s never there??
“I know how to hang out,” I love Big Red
“I have baking club tonight,” I love Ashlyn
“You walk into a room,” “Oh..:)”
Cuties!!
The speed Big Red pulls that lever at after Ashlyn walks away is hilarious
“Look about the other night at Ashlyn’s party,” “Oh no, it’s totally fine I get it,” “You do?” “Yeah, I said something nice you acted like a punk, what is there to discuss?”
Ok so here’s the thing, Ricky tends to be bad at communicating his emotions and what he needs, but he actually did communicate them at Ashlyn’s party. Nini said something to try to comfort him and he said “Please don’t do that,” he communicated his boundary and what he needed from her was space. She pushed it, which is why he reacted so harshly. Should he have said what he said? No. But we need to keep in mind that he communicated his headspace, he asked her to leave him alone, and she didn’t.
“For the record your the one who called me your buddy, and I’ve been Iced out for weeks so that’s that on that,” 
So here’s the thing, Ricky called Nini his buddy when he left that voicemail (which… did she even end up getting?) but he did that as more of a cover-up because he was going to say boyfriend
Ricky’s been consistently telling himself and Big Red that him and Nini are just friends now, he’s been trying to convince himself, the problem is it didn’t seem real to his brain because Nini hadn’t even been talking to him other than for rehearsals and need-to-know stuff (I believe, we don’t actually know, but this is my guess)
Nini called him “buddy” in a really condescending sounding voice if I remember correctly and so it’s no wonder that hearing that he was officially a “buddy” along with the voice used would set him off a bit.
Not to mention that he was just coming off of finding out about his mom’s boyfriend so he really wasn’t in the best place mentally to begin with anyway
That shriek when the lights go blue and the mannequins are there, is great
Carlos’ face when EJ is emoting is great
“That was excellent, and a little weird,”
Also Troy doesn’t cry at this part? EJ… buddy, that is not the emotion you’re supposed to be feeling
“Are you sick?” amazing
“Big Red did you do that?” “No.” He just pops up right beside her so unexpectedly, it’s so funny
Thank god her name’s actually Nina, I was seriously questioning her moms’ choice on naming their child Nini.
Also most kids don’t have trouble with A’s it’s like the first sound they make usually (mama, dada)
It’s kind of cute how they gave each other nicknames
“Was it the name or the fact that I microwaved your barbie that year?” You know, as you do.
“And then I couldn’t even say “I love you,” when you wrote me that song,”
I was going to say too soon, but to be fair it’s been about 9 months since that happened and if she had truly moved on, like she’s led Ricky to believe, it wouldn’t have been too soon
Also that was hella awkward
Courtney has a fantastic voice, but this song is really not made to be sung like this.
Ughh microphone feedback, my worst enemy
Ok I know that a lot of people have talked about this already, but like… how old is that popcorn? The last time the theater was used was 4 years ago so…
Yes, it is possible that the kids could have popped some new popcorn but considering how busy they were, I find it highly unlikely. So… gross
“Cause apparently I don’t have emotions,”
The whole, “Is that the last apple?” part is so pitiful… like, if you latch that hard onto something that it stays with you for over ten years afterward? You should talk to a professional about that.
Of course Ashlyn would have lucky crystals
“Mememememememememe,” “Youyouyouyouyouyouyouyouyou,”/ “Ninininininininini,” hilarious.
Ricky is like Nini’s biggest fan he has so much belief in her and her talents.
“Minnie Mouse, your first crush,” “actually she was my second,” *lean in and … BIG RED* I’m a sucker for that kind of interruption
“I heard you singing earlier, you’re not gonna quit makeup crew are you? … I mean the Sharpay makeup, you made me look the way I feel”
I think this was a bit of sharpayness, and by that I mean, I think Seb felt threatened by Kourtney’s singing. It was beautiful singing, and she sang a Sharpay song. One way of keeping people where you want them is to make sure they stay where they are
Also the whole “You made me look the way I feel,” part. So here’s my take on this. I know a lot of people are headcanoning that this means that Seb is trans/nb/genderfluid and that’s great! Continue headcanoning what you want to headcanon. Personally I think that it’s more of a man wanting to present femininely. There’s not a lot of examples of feminine presenting men in youth media so it would still be important representation. It’s also important to remember that gender expression and gender identity are two very different things.
“I don’t want to freak her out more with my lifeless eyes,” “Don’t make me start emoting,” EJ is so funny sometimes
Did she pass out from fear? Or was it the crystals working?
“This is your contractually obligated dream sequence,”
The beginning of “Role of a lifetime” reminds me of the Lightning Thief Musical
Lucas Grabeel, it’s nice to hear him singing something genuine
Miss Jen finally having some actual good singing time.
They’re all so cute doing that group dance at the end of the song
“I’m the teacher,” “Yeahhh?” “I know where we have to go,” “Broadway?” “Back to East High,” “Oh my god how hard did I hit you?”
“Dude,” “Talk about it in the car,”
I would love to see this car scene
Courtney shouldn’t have called the YAC without asking Nini first. That’s not a fun surprise to get.
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bellygunnr · 5 years
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Calculating Twilight
Aile knew that Greye was fragile-- just how fragile, however, she had not measured until that very night. It was a long-haul mission on a technicality, requiring Aile and Greye to stake out an old watchtower for the better part of a day. They were nearing their tenth hour, and Greye was nearing his last straw. He curled up against her with tired, baleful eyes, Model A resting on his boot. The thick cables protruding from his chestguard wrinkled in his hands.
“When can we go home?” Greye finally asked, his voice a bare whisper.
“Our shift ends in an hour. It’ll be okay,” Aile murmured. “At least there hasn’t been any activity, right?”
Greye’s eyes steeled. “No,” he said. “We had mavericks twice today.”
He pointed at his blackened, charred shoulder as if to prove his point. He had been grazed by the blast of a missile-launching fellow about three hours ago, yet had refused to retreat. Now it looked like he was preparing to use it as leverage.
“Well… yes,” she agreed. “Once we get home, we’ll get you fixed up, okay?”
The boy nodded. An hour could not come quick enough-- but thankfully, their mission concluded without any further action.
*
The narrow nurse’s office was comforting to Greye, if only because he slept in the back room. Aile picked through his hair as the doctor fixed up his shoulder, fussing over him like a worried mother. He didn’t protest, but he didn’t acknowledge her either.
“Feel better?” she ventured.
“Tired,” he responded after a long pause. “What time is it?”
“A little after eight in the evening…” Her fingers caught on a tangled knot of silver hair. Mindful, she picked through it gently. “You should get some rest.”
Greye did not get some rest.
*
The next time they met, Greye was on a solo mission. Smoke billowed freely from a festering wound in his back, dual pistols steaming from overuse. Worried hunters back home had been trying to contact him for hours to no avail and in a fit of desperation-- they called Aile. She would be able to get through to him.
Hopefully.
Aile hadn’t been able to get close to the youngster either, not until he was finished with the fight. Pain radiated out from his frame, grey eyes dim with the weight of the world. He barely recognizes his senior.
“Kid, you look like you need to get home…”
“There’s more to do,” he hissed out. “This isn’t finished.”
Model A-- she can’t hear him, but his energy pulses slightly. Greye shakes his head vehemently.
“I need to keep going. I have a spare tank, it’s fine.”
Aile couldn’t bite back the impressed whistle in time. Greye hisses again then tosses his head back, clumsily downing that spare tank. Most of it spills onto the front of his vest, bubbling where it hits open wounds. Jesus…
Before she can speak, Greye fills the room with light. He seems to swell to twice his size before she can see again-- and well, she had forgot about the Model’s little skill. Where once a fourteen year old boy stood, a hulking stag panted in his wake.
“Shit, are you sure that’s safe, kiddo?”
No response.
The wall crumbles into dust as the boy-turned-Pseudoroid charges forward.
Greye is fast in this form. Aile can hardly keep up equipped even with ZX, their gentle chatter keeping her focused and alert. She leaps in the wake of Buckfire-but-Not’s craters, finding purchase and propulsion. She takes out what enemies Greye misses.
“He’s really... “ her voice trails off.
Reminds me of you, Zero, chirps a small voice.
I was never so bad!
He really was so bad, once upon a time.
*
The lines between Greye and Buckfire blur as he embraces the Pseudoroid’s data. Memories not quite his own feel real and he relishes in the pleasure of moving. His mission objective is a thing of the past-- what was it? Why was he still out here? Had he not already beat the last enemy? No…
There was something he had to find.
An item, yes-- a flower for a child. She was small- maybe six or seven- and she had never seen a flower before, beyond the artificial plants within the bounty camp’s homes. That was a shame. Even Greye had seen a real flower, and he was… undeserving of it, to say the least. He must find a flower.
The concept is easy enough for Buckfire to grasp. Flowers. Find a flower without harming the flower. Bring the flower back home-- that’s where things became nebulous. Home was either his chambers in Weil’s castle, or the medical center of the camp. The two minds deliberated together.
Ah.
The buildings are beginning to recede now, reducing their high-altitude footholds until they are forced to land on solid ground. Greye charges forward with a roar, sweeping blindly across the ground, flame jetting wispily from his antlers. Flowers… Plants, something, had to be here! Yet he saw only barren earth.
WARNING:: ENERGY at CRITICAL LEVELS Abruptly, power is sapped and rerouted from his hydraulic legs, forcibly drawn into the most essential functions. Buckfire/Greye collapse harshly and Model A detaches with a strained cry, leaving Greye sprawled on the ground.
What is wrong with you, Greye?! Jeez!
*
Aile is grateful when her charge’s mad dash comes to an abrupt halt, his diminutive frame sprawled and unconscious against scorched earth. She kneels beside him, fingers pressing to the center of his belly where you could feel a Reploid’s fuel pump. Even when they were inactive, it still flowed, but Greye’s was terribly still.
“HQ, this is Aile. I think we need a direct link back to the-- Airship.”
“Right away, ma’am. Two passengers?”
“Indeed,” she says gravely. “Right to the medical ward,” she adds.
He looks even more pitiful like this… Like a wet rat, Model A says mournfully.
What was he looking for, A? X asks gently. They float together, hovering just above a pair of surgeons operating on Greye.
A flower, A says. But he was going in the wrong direction.
If the situation weren’t so dire, X could have laughed. Instead he merely sighed, flipping himself upside down so his gem was in the direction of the floor. By the time Aile had confronted him, the boy was already half-dead. And by the time she had apprehended him…
Well.
It couldn’t have been any more timely.
At least dear Model A didn’t seem overly worried about his partner.
*
Aile kneels before a tombstone, head bowed and hands clasped, her thoughts slow and meandering. The stone is a simple affair- a titanium post, arms folding across it, paying homage to a Reploid who had lived a short life. Her heart twists in her chest.
“Giro,” she says, and her voice is frail. “I’m training him. Trying to, at least. He’s a tough nut to crack.”
Her voice cracks, and she splutters a laugh. Of course.
“That boy is crazy, though, Dad. Not in a bad way, but more of a Vent way…”
She swallows. Greye was something special, and he was her kid now, and fucking up was not something she could consider right now.
“He’s in the medical ward, right now. Intensive care. His fuel pump was ripped out by some Pseudoroid, but he went tearing off halfway across the city for a flower!”
The stone is silent and cold. She heaves a shuddering sigh. The tombstone was never as warm as the real thing, but Giro had moved on, and that was for the best. If only she could do right by his memory.
“I’m really trying. He’s just a kid! He’s fourteen, dad, but his eyes are the angriest things I’ve ever seen. Even in the operating room... But he’s angry at himself, isn’t he?”
Words slide from her mouth like water, uprooting and filtering the contents of her heart after months of keeping it in. She was some kind of parent, some kind of influential figure, and barely scraping her twenties.
“What would you do, Giro? If you had to help Greye, what would you say?”
The tombstone leers at her as she leans back, the nameplate glinting in the sunlight.
[ GIROUETTE ]
“Yeah, me too,” she sighs. She wipes at her eyes with her gloves, swallowing down a quiet sob. Damn it. She was supposed to be past that by now-- Giro had died so long ago. But her heart still burned with the loss.
Aile slowly stands up, brushing away the dirt and grass that had collected over her clothes. As she does so, she sees something move beneath the arm of Giro’s gravestone, a flicker of color in a shadow. She kneels back down to inspect it--
A daisy has sprouted beside the titanium testimony, its head weighed down by its own bud. The petals are still closed, though she can see slips of white peeking through, and several more bundles of unopened flowers curled beside it. Her hand brushes along the stem, and the daisy jumps, the petals abruptly unfurling like a small sun.
“Awh, Dad…”
*
The Bounty Hunter’s camp is the same as the last time Greye saw it. There’s a few more residents, of course, but he had quickly learned that to be the nature of such a camp. Bounty hunters moved around a lot. A lot of them didn’t come back, either, though he was fortunate enough that all his friends were still here. He smiles at them now, waving enthusiastically yet never stopping long enough to chat.
He has some place to be. There’s a flower in his hand.
It’s a delicate daisy, thin and frail. Its petals are barely unfurled from its bud, the roots not yet taken into the pot. Greye is mindful not to move too fast for fear of scaring the plant. It has a lovely home waiting for it, with someone small and brave and deserving. She’d probably even name it…
The tower stretches high into the sky before him, a stone testimony. He flashes a smile at the Reploid who guards it.
“Eh? You look chipper today, kid…” The guard says, baffled.
“Do you know if Emi is still home, Elliot? I really need to see her,” Greye asks imploringly. He ignores the comment.
“She’s upstairs, with Clyde,” Elliot supplies. “Go get her.”
*
“A, you gotta A-Trans with me before we see her,” Greye hisses.
Wh-why?! I thought you didn’t like doing that in camp!
“Emi likes it. She said I looked cool!”
Well, it’s nice to be appreciated…. By some people!
*
Clyde is leaned against the wall, Emi in his ginormous lap, a book held between his hands. The cover is tattered and faded, yet the words still seem to be fresh, as the big Reploid reads them theatrically to the child. His rattles and booms conceal Greye’s approach, though the little daisy seems to recoil in on itself at the sound. He teases the petals reassuringly.
“Er, Clyde,” he says gently. Now that he’s here, he feels slightly awkward in full battle regalia.
(It looks cool, he reminds himself. Got to do it.)
“Clyde,” he says again. The big man finally pauses mid-word, arms haphazardly dropping back to his sides, Emi giggling in the abrupt silence--
“Ah! Greye! I wasn’t expecting you here! What’s that in your hands?” Clyde booms. The book closes with a snap and his expression is confused, searching out the silvers and oranges of Greye’s armor.
“It’s a gift, er… Emi, I found this for you,” he admits. He drops to one knee, proffering the flower pot.
The moment hangs in limbo.
Emi’s eyes sparkle, honey-gold in a shaft of sunlight, her cheeks rosy with excitement. Her hands are held together against her chest, quivering, hesitating, as if the flower might wilt and shatter if she were to reach out and touch it. She reminds Greye of the daisy, and he wishes her to grow as strong as the daisy.
“It’s okay. You can hold it, it’s in the pot,” he urges quietly.
Emi finally reaches the pot, accepting it gingerly from Greye’s gloved hands.
“It’s real?” she asks in awe.
“It’s real,” Greye promises.
*
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[TRANS] The Star August 2017, Wooyoung Interview
FLYING HIGH
Far away, but distinctly. Even if he’s on his own, 2PM’s Wooyoung knows how to fly high.
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While we couldn’t see him in Korea for quite a while, 2PM’s Wooyoung has risen to the very top as he released a solo album in Japan accompanied by a concert tour. This September “The Star” releases its first issue in Japan, and Wooyoung is definitely the star that fits to be on the August issue cover the most. We have missed his unique wit, and he is still just as cheerful and vivid. We then figured out that he was born in the same year and month as our editor. Perhaps it was because of that. It was the most cheerful interview. Wooyoung is such an interesting and good person. Perhaps, as you read the interview, you will also think “How come he is so much fun?”
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It’s been such a long while. We haven’t seen you in Korea for a very long time, what have you been up to? The most recent activity in Korea was 2PM’s last concert as six before the enlistment. Before that, I released a solo album in Japan and had a concert tour. I also filmed a web variety show in Korea. And personally, I’ve been only working on music.
Your Japanese solo album “Party Shots” that you released after a 2-year gap placed 1st on the Tower Records chart, and 2nd on Oricon! It’s late, but congratulations. It was just a genuine wish, and I couldn’t expect something like that to happen, so I was really thankful.
Through your solo album, you displayed an unexpected side of 2PM’s Wooyoung. I think we saw a more diverse image. What is the main difference between a 2PM album and a solo album? When we work as a team, the only thing I really care about is teamwork. I think whether we can maintain our teamwork if we do this or that. As a singer, it is important the kind of album you are about to release, but it is the second problem to solve. If each of us gets greedy we would end up fighting, so I think it’s important to always give way and be considerate.
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I think the importance of self-composed songs have grown too. Actually, for a singer, it’s enough to just sing well. Somewhere along the line, I definitely felt that I was an entertainer. Because I do both, sing and perform. It’s not just about our seniors, our juniors are good at what they do too, so I think it’s impossible to judge who is doing well based only on someone’s singing skills. It’s different based on your preference. Of course, if everyone thinks someone is doing well, then that person must be good, right? In my opinion, I don’t really fit that standard. Rather than saying I’ve given up, I guess you could say I have finally acknowledged myself.
Does that mean you cast away your greed and ambition? Yes, if I had vague confidence before, now I have something certain, something strong. I think that the moment you concern yourself with who’s doing the best, it’s over.
You have successfully completed your solo tour in Japan. Is there a stage that lingers in your memory? To me, all 11 concerts felt too short. When you think of all the staff members who worked hard for it, I really wanted it to last a lot longer.
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2PM completed the final concert as six before enlistment this June. It felt like we wrapped up our 20s. Since we have spent all of our 20s together, everyone broke down in loud sobs.
It’s disappointing we won’t be seeing you all together for a while. Do you have any plans for Korean solo or unit activities until you come all together again? I wonder. I’m not sure about a unit, but I think solo activities are quite plausible? I can go forward when everyone in the company agrees to it (laughs). I have to try.
Do you have any plans for other activities besides music? You know, I also did some acting. The good thing about acting is that I can display myself through another channel, but I’m still so overwhelmed with music alone. It’s really something I want to do. I debuted as an idol, while the so-called ordinary singers and those who work underground find it relatively hard to receive attention. Thankfully, I received a lot of interest as 2PM’s Wooyoung, and I think I was able to appear in drama “Dream High” because of JYPE. I was really thankful for that popularity and interest shown in me, but I thought a lot about the things I must do. I didn’t want to become an issue by getting the “acting idol” label and popularity through acting. It felt like throwing music away. It was more important when I could release an album. If nothing bad happens and I’m still healthy by the time I reach my 40s or 50s, I’m going to venture into acting then. Chansung and I always say half-jokingly half-seriously that we should take an open gagman test audition when we’re in our 40s. I think that then I would be able to make even the smallest role meaningful.
Is it the same with the variety programs? It’s a little bit different. It depends on whether you’re an MC or a guest. I think that those who work as MCs have that position because they have a lot more experience and lessons under their belt. Personally, I really like documentaries. So I’d like to try filming an experience documentary. I’d also like to do the narration. I think that my strengths come out a lot in variety.
How do you spend your free or resting time? Hmm… alcohol? (laughs) I like working on music at home, and sometimes going out to meet people. That feels human (laugh).
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You’re not active on the SNS. Is there a reason for it? I know that for celebrities SNS platforms are really good for promotion. It gives you inspiration, and it’s a good thing that even the people who didn’t know you find out about you. Now this might sound profound, but I want to be honest to myself. I’m at Level 1, but the SNS would always make look like Level 10. Like I was making up something fake by force. I really disliked that.
So you don’t even check the feed from others? I don’t have any apps. I only have Twitter, and I sometimes log in randomly. Because if I delete that account too, people might think 2PM is disbanding (laughs).
LP lover Wooyoung. If you were to talk about your love for LPs…? A few years ago a fan gave me an LP as a present. Back then, I didn’t even have a turntable, but for some reason I wanted to keep it close to me. Then after a while, there came a time when I was close to getting sick of music. That was when I got fully interested in LPs. Its biggest charm is that I can hold and change it myself, that I have to maintain it. LP is pure. I listen to a lot of old music, and shall I say that it feels like riding a time machine? I liked that extremely light feeling, and so I grew to love music even more. Sometimes it’s really bothersome, but I like even that aspect. I try to experience analogue on purpose. I always buy it if I go abroad, and our manager’s shoulders suffer a lot from it (laughs). I think the most expensive LP I have is the one Chansung bought me for 500,000KRW (~$500USD) on my birthday.
What is the song you listen to the most lately? It’s not like I try to listen only to old songs on LPs. I like funky and jazz music. The one that has piano and trumpet, and saxophone sounds.
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Unlike your nickname “Beastly idols,” you say you haven’t worked out properly for 7 years. I think it doesn’t concern me at all now. It’s really been a long while. I think this status quo will continue for a long while in the future too (laughs).
You don’t gain weight? I do gain weight. When you listen to the music, you sometimes want to drink some alcohol. I listen to some music, get a drink, and dance all by myself at home. And then I sweat a lot. That does feel like working out somewhat.
But why don’t you work out? You overdid it in the past? It’s because I’m overwhelmed and sweating from the thoughts about music alone (laughs). But sometimes I feel sorry for by body, so I run or ride a bike like crazy. If I feel that my body doesn’t feel like mine anymore, I may suddenly start doing push-ups, too. “Consistently” doesn’t work. I’m living my life wrong (laughs).
Thankfully, you don’t seem too much of a glutton. Hmm… When you think about it, it’s true. I just eat when I’m hungry.
You seem to like being at home on your own. What on earth do you do at home? I read. It’s a bit embarrassing to say something like this (laughs), but if there’s something I want to do, I think I have to do it. That’s how I can focus. It’s both my strength and weakness. But I find it hard to do something consistently. If I want to play the piano, I play the piano, if I don’t want to, I don’t do it at all. The same with drinks, it all depends on my mood when I want to drink.
What are your favorite alcohol snacks? Oh. What a fresh question? I hear it for the first time. When I think about it, I’m not that greedy about snacks, too.
When you write songs, I think you have to have a lot of experience, do you usually write songs about your personal stories? Rather than using my personal stories, I’d say I write down a lot of my own thoughts.
You don’t think you want to date? Who wouldn’t want it? At this point, I’d like to make a scandal (laughs). I’m joking. It’s not like I can do it just because I want to. If there’s really a good person, I wouldn’t want to force it.
You seem to prefer a natural meeting. Yes. Now I just want to meet anybody (laughs). As I wrote for song lyrics for my Japanese solo: I don’t know if I can’t date or if I don’t date on purpose.
Is there a romance you dream about? No. I want the dating to be very real. If I fantasize about it, I create my own standards, and it leads to judgement. I just want to date someone just as they are, with disagreements and all.
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It’s the 10th year since 2PM’s debut. What is your driving force? It’s been this long… There are many driving forces, but I think we were very fortunate. We did put a lot of effort into it, but I think that I was lucky and fortunate to have the members, the company, and the good people around us together. As I began working at such a young age, somewhere along the line I was struck with the “celebrity puberty.” Then, I think I came up with a small but firm new dream. In the past, I was embarrassed to hear things like “He can’t sing,” but now I feel a lot stronger and comfortable when I need to speak about where I stand. I am thankful. I think we are really blessed.
When you gather together, do you talk about the past? *sigh* If we gather together for a few drinks and talk, it’s no joke. It’s really fun and noisy.
Who’s the funniest? Everyone. To be honest, apart from Junho and me, the other four are pretty good at drinking, all at a similar level. It’s really. Hard. But Junho doesn’t drink often. He can’t stomach alcohol well, so if he drinks, he gets drunk soon and has to go home. My wish is for Junho to buy me some drinks, but… Junho, are you reading this? I want to be with you (laughs). I used to be bad at drinking, too. Compared to the rest, you could say I couldn’t drink at all, but lately I went in with a swing. In the past the members would laugh at me if I said I was drinking (laughs).
I think now it’s a lot harder to succeed as an idol group. In the midst of all this, 2PM is still holding successful activities. What criteria do you consider the most important in the “idol success?” The people who’ve been in it for a long time. The people who have been in it for a long time, but haven’t lost their passion. Passion. They would know that the best themselves wouldn’t they? I think it’s responsibility. I think that those who have survived should receive a round of applause just as big as their survival. Everyone, be strong!
There are a lot of junior singers out there now; do you feel any responsibility as a senior? I hope everyone does well. Hmm. Fighting. Everyone, be strong!
On the contrary, what do you feel when you see the 1st generation senior idol groups active right now? It’s not an easy feat. I sometimes wonder if I could do something like that in the future. I sometimes get in touch with Lyn nuna, and when I hear that she’s still planning to release an album or preparing a concert, I can’t help but think she’s amazing. To be honest, even when I look at Jinyung hyung who’s the closest to me, I feel that I can’t even stand up to such a person. In our country, actors have long careers, but it’s different with music. I wish that the musicians could also work for a very very long time.
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You turn 29 in Korea this year, are you happy? I’m happy, but I think I constantly pretend that I’m not. There’s no reason to grumble about anything, but I always find something. Eventually, I just need to try. I am the happiest and ecstatic when I sing on stage even when I’m sweating and I’m short of breath. And then I get my personal healing when I listen to jazz on my own. There’s a difference in between. I think I sometimes feel like a child who has lost his way. I need willpower, and I think overcoming this is my homework.
Do you feel impatient about the oncoming 30s? Absolutely not, I find it fascinating. After all, it’s just a number. It can’t stop so it just goes forward. I think people always say “A New Year has come,” because they feel lonely. When I turn 30, I should have a lot more experience, so wouldn’t my life be a lot more interesting than now? I wish that when people saw me, they would think, “Ah, he is fun, he’s good.”
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Please let us know your plans for oncoming activities. I have a lot of plans, but since our lives don’t go as planned (laughs). I’ll always do my best.
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[TRANS] The JBJ You Really Wanted Vol. 2 (Interview)
It’s a life beyond borders. The fan created group JBJ’s story to bring joy to the world starts now. 
Noh Taehyun+Kim Donghan
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W Korea JBJ is a group that was created because viewers of “Produce 101″ wanted it to. How did you feel when you first heard there was this request?
Donghan: I was surprised. During the program, I thought there weren’t a lot of people who knew about me, so I was lucky to get into this combination. I had a lot of same-aged friends, but in this team, they seemed to be going fore more matured friends who aren’t like my 20 year old peers. 
Taehyun: Everyone participated in this program wishing to pass the final round. In the end, we sadly all got eliminated, but I’m grateful that our dream of debuting came true another way. 
W Korea The both of you are the members whose strength is dancing. What would you say about the other’s dancing style?
Taehyun: We are all stilll learning and even if I have a lot of experience (laughs)... Donghan knows a lot of K-Pop. So he seems to be able to express it different and more freely than a person who’s only danced a lot. His gestures and expressions are closer to a singer than a dancer. Because I was only a dancer first before I came into K-Pop, Donghan looks really cool to me when he’s dancing and showing expressions like an actor. We were on the same team for “Shape Of You”, and even if it wasn’t seen on the broadcast, he also actively gave ideas.
Donghan: Taehyun hyung left a really strong impression with his krumping, so I thought his urban dancing would be sharp as well, but he was surprisingly smooth. He is someone who is really fierce but can also dance softly, so he can show opposite charms. Makes you fall in love a little. But really only a little. (laughs) 
W Korea Taehyun is the eldest in the team. How are you leading the other members? 
Taehyun: It’s a little hard to organize the group because they have so much energy. We’re filming a reality program to show our dorm life and there’s always two stories going on at the same time (laughs).
W Korea Are there strill friends amont the contestants from “Produce 101″ that you keep in touch with?
Donghan: With MXM’s Donghyun, who’s debuting at the moment. Since there are so many outstanding sunbaenims having comebacks in September, I exchanged some worried messages with him. He seems to be really nervous. 
W Korea How are you preparing for JBJ’s debut? Is it a burden or is it better to have more members?
Taehyun: As much as it’s a team the fans wanted, we’re also paying attention to doing things our way. There are a lot of comebacks in September, but I think of us being in another league from our famous sunbaenims. Since we’re rookies, it’s best to just show what each of us is good at. I think we can start out happily. There is some burden, but since we’re doing well, I think we should just take in everything. 
W Korea Taehyun has already debuted as “HotShot” before. Is there something you want to accomplish as JBJ that you couldn’t do then?
Taehyun: I’m already doing these things one by one. Things like reality shows and photo shootings that you can only do when you’re a rookie. Setting up a stage for a music broadcast, having two stages there... I want to do things like these as well. That doesn’t seem like an opportuinty that’s given to everyone. I also know that I have to cherish and be careful not to miss out on the recognition that we’re receiving right now. Not everyone is that lucky.
Takada Kenta+Kim Yongguk
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W Korea What feature do you think the JBJ members have in common that unites them in this team?
Yongguk: I think if these members debut with a fresh and cute song, it doesn’t fit into the picture. But if we’re doing a sexy song, I think it fits perfectly. 
W Korea How’s the relationship between the members right now?
Yongguk: When members from different companies suddenly become a team, it could be hard to become friends just like that and it could feel uncomfortable. But since we all did “Produce 101″ and went through hardships together, it seems like we already got close. 
Kenta: I really like that I’m in the same team with my friends and my hyung, who all have been dreaming the same dream and working hard with me for the last 4 months. 
W Korea After the program enden, Yongguk was active with the unit “Longguo & Shihyun”. What was that like?
Yongguk: I was less satisfied than I thought. After all, it makes a singer proud if the song ranks high, but it didn’t do well on the charts. It’s also a pity that we weren’t active for long.
W Korea We heard that JBJ will be active together for 7 months from now on. 
Kenta: It’s been exactly 7 months since the first recording of “Produce 101″. When I think of our time like that, it seems to be passing way too fast, so I want to really enjoy everything one by one. I practiced alone for a year, and now there’s suddenly a lot of people around me. 
Yongguk: For me, it actually felt long. It was unfamiliar being on broadcast, and after the release I was depressed for some weeks. I also made my debut as a unit and now I’m preparing for my debut with JBJ. I really had a lot of work to do. 
W Korea: Kenta made his dream come true to come all the way from Japan to Korea because he likes Korean idols. If there’s someone who wants to be an idol, what would you tell them? 
Kenta: I want to tell them, that there’s nothing they can’t do, if they don’t give up, even if a lot of time passes. If you really want to do it, hard work even becomes great experience. 
W Korea What was the hardest time during your trainee days?
Yongguk: It was so hard that I quit everything two years ago, went back home and only stayed in my room. Three months I locked myself in and only played games. Sometimes my friends called and I went out to drink. Everyone went to college, found work and went their own ways, but I only wanted one thing. It took about a month to pull myself together and start again. Looking back now, I regret wasting about a year.
W Korea You can suffer through a slump anytime, but it’s an experience that can help you on the long run. As the two of you are foreigners, there must be things you’re unfamiliar with in Korean culture. 
Kenta: Recently, when we moved to our dorm, I ordered Jajjangmyeon. We don’t have that in Japan. I also learned the expression “to get bitten by a mosquito”. 
Yongguk: In China, they deliver something to you even if you order it at your local convenience store, that’s different.
W Korea As you will be doing various activities, is there a senior musician you want to do a performance with?
Yongguk: I really want to do a duet together with Crush sunbaenim. I listen to songs like “Sometimes” and “Fall” the most and I also practiced following his style. Cursh sunbaenim, if you happen to see this, please remember me.
Kenta: Because I like Teen Top’s Ricky sunbaenim so much, I came all the way to Korea. Recently, we even learned short track together on the variety show “We’re Also National Athletes”, so it would be really nice if next time, we could stand on stage and do music together.
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