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DAON'S PICKS, a public playlist curated by remedy's seo daon—located on remedy's official spotify account. 22 songs, 1 hr 14 mins

remedy - anpanman

kuro - actually

selena gomez, benny blanco - bluest flame

girl code - come over

post malone - a thousand bad times

angelix - dolphin

ph-1, yerin baek - nerdy love

band nah - summer days

dpr live - summer tights

nymth (bliss) - eclipse

troye sivan - got me started

day6 - days gone by

chaea - heart burn

silica gel - no pain

iu - ah puh

doorlesshouse - happyhappyhappylife

dasutt - lunch time

shinee - view

pawpaw rod - hit em where it hurts

meenoi - salang salang

jeebanoff - not me!

se so neon - midnight train

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daon remembers the rush of getting to know nam yerin. it was a feeling like fate—how knowing her had felt like getting to know himself again, how she'd pulled him right out of the depression she had found him in, whether she knew it or not. her energy back then had been infectious. still is, usually—but he knows that she has bad days just like anyone else. he knows that she doubts herself, sometimes.

"you don't give yourself enough credit," he says. it comes easily—he never gives her self-deprecating suggestions enough room to grow into anything more, and he never lets one go unacknowledged. if she's her own worst enemy, then he's her willing soldier, ready to defend. "but i'll go with you anytime. i've been really missing you lately." an honest admission. but he's never been anything other than honest with her, and they've never gone this long with such little contact before - to miss her is inevitable when she takes up so much of his life.

he takes a deep breath and lets it out slow, a subconscious mirroring of the sigh he'd heard from her end of the line. he hadn't been tired before, but the exhaustion gets to him now.

"it hasn't been that long since i wrapped up promotions for pleasure shop," he explains, dancing around the truth of his recent problems. there are things that he might as well keep to himself - not because he doesn't feel comfortable confiding in her, but because none of it's particularly important, and he has a feeling she might need to lean on him. he doesn't want to give her any reason to feel like she can't.

"i always kind of struggle to get back on a normal sleep schedule after promotions - i feel so tired, but when i lay down, i get restless. i'll probably get over it in another week or so." he pauses for a second, then asks, "what about you? what are you doing up this late?"

perfection is unattainable (and if anyone knows that, it's yerin), so that their friendship wasn't perfectly perfect didn't scratch any paint from her. it had been near perfect, for so long when nothing else was in her life. it doesn't have to be perfect when it's real, she always thought that. hard times never piled up like laundry when he and her sorted through it before it could; communication and true friendship could do things like that. easy going is as it does, right? it keeps going, it gets easier. understanding him better helps, always trying to, at least, because she cared about that. but did he understand her? did she let him? the good yes, the mess yes, but whatever this was? . . . it's hard.

"yeah, of course, when is a better time?" her lip pokes out in a happy-sad pout at the clarity and levity of his voice, her sigh into the receiver is very soft.

"sunlight is the enemy this week." she declares it. at the very least, maybe she won't cry if he keeps grounding her like this. some of the sadness in her voice levels, the war that wages lessens dramatically, from front on the way to the backlines. "i'll only go geocaching if you can make time in your schedule to go with me. i'd only get lost without you. i can hardly make it down a hiking trail alone." she absolutely, under no circumstances, thinks about that sentence in full lest she fucking cry after just stabilizing.

she holds her breath and releases it, tapping her nails on the floor to expel excess energy. "are you having a hard time sleeping, my friend?" she asks it with a bit of gentleness. how long since she'd checked in on him? when she barely could keep up with herself lately, it felt wrong to leave him hanging for so long— she had never done that in all their time as friends, not even when he may have been having a hard time. not until recently.

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Daon, when do you feel most like yourself — and why?

🦦: hmm… 🦦: i guess when i’m dancing! 🦦: it’s such an integral part of who i am. it’s the hobby that taught me to dream.

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dodam's explanation of why he doesn't like blue—tl;dr, too straight—is mind-blowing. daon's willing to bet real money that at least half the members of phaze are straight too, but this isn't exactly a conversation that he'd like to be caught having, and dodam's gaydar is probably a whole lot better than his anyway. so he just shakes his head, grinning in an endeared, humored way. "god, i hope i don't get on your bad side," he jokes. "you're harsh."

then again, that's just another reason why he likes dodam so much - honesty like this is a rarity when everyone is stuck on trying to be palatable. he's guilty of it himself; he'd never voice any negative opinions in a setting like this. he's too worried about saving face, too scared of burning bridges. the conversation shifts from one ridiculous topic to another (thankfully, this one is safer); daon had, in a way, asked for it. still, he huffs out an astonished laugh.

he accepts the shot-glass from dodam as he considers the ridiculous question at hand - honestly, he doesn't know who he'd be. he downs the shot, then shoots a mischievous look to his friend. "i think i'm bowser," he decides. he reaches over to grab dodam's shoulder and squeezes it.

still grinning, he mirrors dodam's taunting energy: "i wanna keep you to myself."

whenever his vision becomes clearer and he sees that he's talking to daon, a fond smile overtakes him, and he immediately bows his head to show his respect. it's been awhile since they've seen each other, what with his photo-shoots and sodapop's busy comeback schedule, so mingling him with him here is a pleasant surprise. "what? does liking phaze make me trashy?" he asks, finally downing his shot. the burn of it hits just right, and as his system embraces it, he can feel that delectably hazy warmth blanket him all over again. it's one of his favorite feelings in the world. "look, i can't help that i think they're hot. if that makes me trashy, then it is what it is. call me trashy."

when daon assumes that blue would be more his type, he shrugs his shoulders and scrunches his nose. "he's like, okay... i guess. i've never met him, i don't think, but like, i just get the vibe that talking to him would be extremely dull and that we'd have nothing in common. his music's boring, too... and all this sort of just tells me that he's straight, and just—no. pass." it's genuinely confusing how dodam hasn't ended up in hot water yet. when someone gets him going, especially in a casual setting, he's an open book. he sees no point in lying and hiding how he feels, even if it means he loses face.

having spent his childhood in the industry, everything he said when he was a kid was written for him and rigidly practiced. there were seldom moments where he was able to share his own thoughts and opinions, especially since, back then, if he lost out on a job, his mom wouldn't be able to pay their bills. the circumstances were much grimmer, so he never stepped out of line. now that he's in a more comfortable place, though? he's had time to find his voice, and he certainly loves using it, even if he sounds like an absolute moron sometimes.

swiftly, he turns toward the bartender and orders another shot of soju, then turns back toward daon; smirking. "i'll buy, but only because i like that nickname. tell me though, if i'm princess peach, who are you?" interrupting him is the shot-glass that's served to him, and he grabs it, then presents it to his senior. "are you gonna wife me up and be mario, or capture and imprison me like bowser?" dodam taunts, his vulpine gaze donning a cheeky glint. "the third option is to be a toadstool, and if that's the case, that just means you'll have to be loyal to me forever and do my bidding. take your pick."

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i think i have a crush on kevin yoon... do you have any suggestions on how should i confess to him?

🦦: wh... 🦦: he's too busy for love, i think 🦦: i've never thought of kevin yoon in a romantic light, but as i'm considering it now i think he'd like grand gestures 🦦: ah... actually, i'm kind of at a loss. maybe try writing him a poem? 🦦: and if that fails, you can come to me instead

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is there anyone that u look up to the most~ ^_^

🦦: all of my remedy brothers 🦦: you probably expected that... nowadays i can't seem to stop talking about how much i love them ㅠㅠ 🦦: haneul, yuchan and seoho are the coolest people i've ever known. i always find myself wanting their attention and trying to make them smile and laugh 🦦: i'm like a fan LOL 🦦: and kevin yoon. he's just amazing

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do you have any idol friends we don’t know about?

🦦 : i think you guys know about all of my friends already... 🦦 : hayoon, yerin, hyein, dodam... none of this is surprising, right? i'll let you know when i make some new friends though LOLOL

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6. what’s your favorite thing about your group?

🦦: my favorite thing… about remedy… that’s an impossible question. i like everything 🦦: if i really had to pick… 🦦: remedy feels like home, like family. not just to me and the others, but to our fans too 🦦: you guys always tell me that 🦦: and it’s such an honor. i know what it’s like to feel out of place. i always felt out of place until i met yuchan, seoho, haneul, kiha and iseul. seriously 🦦: they’re my best friends. i’m so proud of what we’ve done and the community that we’ve created. everyone has a place here. it feels so special to me

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there are a lot of questions that daon doesn't know the answers to. he doesn't like uncertainty much, so he tries not to dwell on the things that don't make sense to him - the deterioration of indestructible friendships, the lessening frequency of video chats and phone calls. he tries not to take things personal. god knows that everyone's going through things that others can't see, especially in the entertainment industry—he knows that most things that happen to him aren't about him. still, the nam yerin situation? it's got a little kick to it.

he's mostly happy to see the caller id read her name. it's tinged with a small amount of concern: she hasn't been reaching out to him much at all lately, let alone so late. he wonders if something is wrong.

he lets it ring three times before he picks up, not wanting to seem overeager or like he'd been doom-scrolling in the middle of the night. she speaks immediately. even with the feeling that she's been pulling away from him (and the concern of her wellbeing), she's still his best friend - her voice is a welcome comfort, and he smiles at once.

"you're thinking about hobbies at this hour?" he questions, light-hearted and teasing. if she's not okay, he trusts that she'll tell him; he doesn't want to nag her with questions right off the bat, though. he wants to show that no matter how much time passes, he'll always welcome her with open arms.

"i don't think any shelters are open right now." obviously. "rock-climbing is a good idea, but have you considered geocaching? that could be a fun hobby - and i think some sunlight would do you good, nam yerin."

( just to hear you ) ⁎ 2025 , in their respective homes . ; ⸺ + @selfmythologize !

oh, seo daon. she once lived deep within his kindness but now it was difficult to parse past the pariah complex that left her feeling lonely and lost. why is it so heavy? feeling guilty to be friends with someone she once wanted in her life until the end. he's in remedy, she reminds herself. if anyone could survive being your friend, it's him. and yet... if he left her it would be the worst of all. her heart curls up into the fetal position between her ribs, small and feeble.

yerin lays on her back the floor (yes, the floor) of her flat with her feet up on her dresser in the dim of the night. how long had it been since she's talked to daon? a month? ah, she's losing her mind. she once sent him a text every single morning: 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚘𝚗 >:) . and now... their chatlog was growing quieter and quieter, desperation and apprehension was a hell of a goalie.

she dials his number and holds the phone against her cheek, staring up at her ceiling. it is, for the record, 2 in the morning. she hadn't expected an answer— which was the reason she chose then to call, for the chance she wouldn't get an answer. but the ringing stops, and though she speaks the millisecond it does, her words come out slow and low, "i thought you'd be sleeping." she glances around at her ceiling, pausing a beat before mumbling, "seo daon, should i pick up a new hobby? painting? rock climbing? ooh, cats? how many cats are too many cats to adopt in one night?" she asks (rambles), but her voice sounds thick, tears are burning her stupid eyes. should she tell him the truth? that she's scared. that she wants to quit this whole stupid industry, not renew her contract and run away to alaska or something...

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daon finds dodam to be charming, in a way - shamelessly himself, at least, and there’s something worth admiring in that. the instant that the younger idol appears beside him, daon knows that he’s in for it - whatever it is. he’s eager already, neutral expression quickly stretching into a smile. dodam’s got that kind of effect on him, and probably on half the other people here, too.

“phaze?” he questions, eyebrows temporarily raising in amusement. he finds himself thinking of how dodam is just as lucky to have slipped into conversation with daon as daon is to be graced with his company - say something like that to the wrong person and he’d be setting himself up to be ripped apart. “i thought blue would be more your type,” he suggests, light-hearted and teasing.

he has the intention to say something about how good blue and chaea both were and what a shame it is that dodam hadn’t paid them any attention, but he misses the opportunity - before he knows it, he’s given a reason to scoff out a disbelieving laugh and roll his eyes. if he were any more sober, he’d give dodam hell for the cringy proclamation he’d just made, but this daon—comfortably tipsy, happy to be here—lets it slide.

“i don’t know…” he answers, playing coy - he’s treated dodam to meals and drinks more times than he can count; he thinks the implication here is that dodam will treat him this time, but he's not sure that he can believe it. he’s smiling now, fond and intrigued. “you did make it look good, but i’ve already closed my tab.” a lie. “are you buying, princess peach?”

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓— ↪ FROM ( 이도담 ) TO ( OPEN ) * note, limited to dazed anniv. party.

this dazed anniversary party is not exactly an event that a member of sodapop seamlessly fits into, but if you ask dodam, he'd say that, of them all, he's one of the only ones who can make it work. with his increasing proximity to high fashion, his evolving public image, and his effortlessly expensive aura, it's only natural that he finds it easier to rub elbows with those in attendance here, as opposed to anyplace else. sure, it's somewhat intimidating to be one of the younger faces in the crowd, but thankfully, a shot (or two... maybe three) of his favorite peach soju has killed any unease that's infiltrated his system; loosening his limbs, and his lips, in a way that's not out of control just yet, but could get there if he's not careful. it's a slippery slope.

he's glad that the foundation and concealer painted across his skin is doing a decent job at covering up the delicate flush that's decorating the apples of his cheeks, and he hopes he remembers to thank his makeup artist for opting for a higher coverage this time. they clearly know what they're doing. any sign of him being even the slightest bit inebriated at this soiree would not only reflect badly on him, but it would also cast a shadow on sodapop, too. recently, ahseop had a run-in with distraught fans for showing face at an after-party, so it's clear that their unfortunately juvenile fan-base are prone to getting their feelings hurt by what he believes are menial offenses.

dodam digresses, though. it's his curse for becoming successful, he's certain of that. for now, he mingles, and flashes his signature smile, and glitters around the atmosphere like the sprite he is; adoring the attention he's being given from all his seniors. after awhile, however, he feels the warmth of his buzz start fading, so he returns to the bar for a pick-me-up, and as he waits for the bartender to slide a shot-glass his way, he turns to the person beside him and beams. he's not able to make out who they are right away, but that doesn't stop him from striking up a conversation.

he's an enfp, after all.

"phaze was great tonight, right?" he begins, sighing sweetly. "they're all so hot... like, i don't understand how the stage underneath them didn't melt because of it." despite the decrease in alcohol-induced elation, he's clearly still loose-lipped... whoops. "blue and chaea were okay, too, i guess. i... wasn't really paying attention, i won't lie." it's then when he's given his vice, and before he tosses it back in one gulp, he looks to the other once more. "oh, do you want one, too? it's peachy... like me!"

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hyein is one of daon’s best friends, and she has been for as far back as he can remember. she’s a wonderful, emotional person—but daon knows her to keep most of those emotions to herself, and even with their years of friendship, he’d been a bit… surprised the first time that she had invited him to a rage room. at the time, it didn’t seem like something particularly fit for either of them - but he’d agreed anyway (because he would go anywhere hyein asked him to), and it turned out to be cathartic for him as well. not only the ability to break things with no consequences, but the ability to just walk away from a disaster as well—no responsibility, no solving needed. he’s grateful that it’s something they can share.

“hmm.” he pretends to think on her question and bites back a teasing comment, something along the lines of you’re really worried about looking aggressive right now? because he doesn’t want her to get too in her head - that’s what they’re here to escape.

“try something new - the bat could be fun. if it’s not, you can always use the sledgehammer next time,” he suggests, because there will be a next time if he knows hyein at all, and he likes to think that he does. she’s one of the few consistencies in his life, and these strange shared hobbies and habits of theirs - he views those as consistent, too.

he ponders the options for himself. he rarely chooses the same weapon more than once; the way he sees it, if there are options, it would be a shame to not explore them. “i think i might use this crowbar.” he picks it up just to test the weight of it, how maneuverable it feels in his hand. “… or i might not,” he adds, smiling as he puts it back down, having deemed it too weak of a weapon. he picks up the slightly larger crow bar instead.

"i'll use this one - it's like i'm on gta."

breakin' dishes at seoul rage room with @selfmythologize

hyein wouldn’t consider herself to be an angry person. she tries to be levelheaded, tries to be reasonable—and in most situations, she is. the way hyein normally deals with anger—and any other negative emotion—is by packing them up in a neat little box and tucking that box into a dusty little corner in the back of her mind. she learned, from a very young age, that it was easier to keep these ugly emotions to herself and deal with them at a later date.

it’s the byproduct of far too much parentification, but hyein doesn’t like to think about that too much. instead, she likes to think of it as maturity, as a part of being a good leader—her members count on her to be strong, to be dependable, to hold it together when things feel like they’re falling apart. and while hyein wouldn’t trade her position for anything in the world, she doesn’t feel comfortable letting her girls see her vulnerable. so, she hides that side from them. packs it all up into that neat little box and shoves it as far as back as she can possibly manage. bottling it up is better than burdening the girls she’s sworn to always look after.

still, there are moments when hyein finds herself angry. and in some of these moments, the anger can be overwhelming. bottling it up, jotting it down in the journal she keeps tucked underneath her mattress, channeling it into a piece of art—these remedies aren’t always effective when the anger gets to be too much. 

that’s how she found this silly little hobby: rage rooms. a desperate google search at 3 a.m.—what do i do when i have so much stress it feels like i’m suffocating?—led her to the seoul rage room in hongdae. since discovering it, hyein’s been somewhat of a loyal customer. whenever things get too stressful, whenever things start to feel like too much—hyein always comes back here. there’s something gratifying about releasing pent-up anger by smashing plates against the wall and breaking home appliances with a mini sledgehammer. 

this little hobby isn’t something hyein typically shares with other people. maybe it’s the worry that she’ll be seen as violent, or short-tempered, or downright crazy if she admits she enjoys breaking things into a million little pieces with an array of weapons—but, mainly, it’s because she doesn’t want to talk about why she enjoys breaking things into a million little pieces—or why she needs to break things into a million little pieces.

but daon is different. he was one of the first friends she made when she joined ninety9 creative in 2015—and in the ten years that they’ve known each other, he’s become one of her best friends. confiding in other people about her problems still makes hyein want to crawl out of her skin, but she feels comfortable enough with daon to be somewhat vulnerable with him. she can’t remember when she first brought him along to a rage room, but it’s become a weird little tradition for them—before promotions, after promotions, or whenever something’s bothering them. it’s a tradition hyein always looks forward to—and one she's thankful she can share with daon. 

virtual angel promotions have just wrapped—and while the comeback was a bigger success than hyein could’ve predicted, she still feels uneasy about nymth’s future. but she can’t share that with the girls—and she’d be written off as pessimistic or paranoid if she opened up about it to anyone else. so, she’s decided to just smash the anxiety away. 

she adjusts the safety goggles and throws a gentle smile in daon’s direction—brows furrowed as they stand in front of the table, stocked with an array of different weapons. she hums quietly before she turns to face daon, lips pursed in thought.

“alright. should i go for the metal bat this time or stick with my trusty mini sledgehammer?” she tilts her head curiously as her fingers skim over both choices—and a small laugh falls from her lips as she realizes how ridiculous it is to take weapon selection this seriously. "does the metal bat feel too aggressive to you—or am i just overthinking things?" she shakes her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she glances towards daon again. "what are you going to choose?"

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daon's styling at jinhae cherry blossom festival —

daon (mostly) styled himself for his festival performance, aiming for a casual and comfortable spring boyfriend aesthetic. the lavender converse, pink cap and blue, green, white, and coral-striped cardigan were his choices while the white trousers and prescription-less glasses were enforced by a stylist. the glasses, however, were a point of contention, and daon did not wear them while performing. setlist: 1. pleasure shop 2. golden 3. i know 4. i can't sleep

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lately, daon's had a hard time focusing on the positives. exhibit a: how he is grateful to be talking to yuchan like this, but how it hurts to be asked what type of movies he likes as if they're just getting to know each other. he tries (fails) to not take it personal. any hurt gets swallowed down, though—it's not yuchan's fault that daon's so sensitive, nor is it his responsibility to know and/or remember such trivial things.

"i kind of like a little bit of everything," he answers nonchalantly. "comedies have always been my favorite, but i like profound ones too... like, melodramas with some deeper meaning. i like stuff like that. i just..." always cry, is what he had intended to say, but he trails off instead. he's never really felt self-doubt or embarrassment with yuchan before, but somehow it creeps in now. it's an unwelcome feeling, like he's sharing too much to someone who's just being polite.

his feelings seesaw from sadness to this melancholy happiness, over and over again. his mood improves again as he listens to yuchan; briefly, he wonders if the man he's known for nearly half of their lives is turning into a pretentious film bro. he wouldn't mind it, really, if it gave him another thing to be excited about. the comment that comes after—you'd know when you wake up—makes daon snicker, and the dregs of his weird half-sadness fall away. he feels good. "i didn't know there was a sequel to that one," he mentions, then, "but, uh, i've actually never seen in the mood for love, anyway. just some clips and stills."

he sighs; not a bad sound, just a heavy exhale of comfortable tiredness. "mickey 17 is coming out soon, have you heard of it? it's sci-fi, too. it looks like a good mix of genres. i might go see it if i can find the time. i'd like to, anyway."

“Okay. That’s good.” Yuchan replies, allowing himself to let out a laugh when Daon chuckles. He’s never been the type to insistently ask about one’s wellbeing or if they’re lying about it, and Daon actually does sound completely fine. If they were face-to-face, maybe things would be different, but they aren’t. Still, the younger isn’t one of the people that Yuchan could choose to sidestep and ignore.

“What types of movies do you usually like?” Yuchan asks him, his head tilted. There’s some guilt in his throat when he realizes that he doesn’t really know Daon’s favorites, but he finds excuses to swallow it down. When Remedy still lived in the dorms, their TV was mostly left open on some cable channel save for their movie nights. He’s only started caring about film on a level that’s more than just mere entertainment a few months back, and that was when he was making his own music with a distance from Daon– avoidant attachment or whatever.

He’s excited, though, because Daon gives him the space to talk about the movie. “The director makes all of those artsy films that you’ve probably heard of. Fallen Angels? In the Mood for Love?” He lists the two off the top of his head. “Anyway, it’s a sequel of In the Mood for Love. Different vibes, though, the main guy’s just like… encountering different types of women. There’s some sci-fi parts in it, too,” Yuchan finds himself trailing off. He wants to propose watching it again with Daon, but he bites it back and saves it for some other time.

“You’d know when you wake up, don’t you?” Yuchan’s words end up coming out teasing. It usually does when he talks to Daon, though, and it’s easy to tell that he finds him endearing even now.

[ex-selfmythologize]

task one, prompt five, an average day on hi-u

say what you want about how annoying daon is, but one thing is certain: his fans are never going to know what it's like to miss him. the trajectory of his personal career has played a big part in this—within remedy, he's not really acknowledged for his talents, he's acknowledged for his fun, happy-go-lucky personality. admittedly, this has made him feel a bit pressured to interact an above-average amount with fans on hi-u and always keep the energy up, but it's fun for him regardless; he knows that the stans are really the reason why he's here, and he wants to pay them back by maintaining the illusion of friendship and attainability. except... it's really not that much of an illusion?

he sends several messages throughout the day because he wants to, and there's no real pattern to them. sometimes he'll send a fit pic and ask healers for input on which shoes he should wear with the said fit, other times he'll ask what everyone's eating for lunch, and sometimes it's just a quick playful taunt in the middle of his day (see below) because he likes the absurd reactions that he gets. interaction is what he aims for, and this is where he flourishes. he doesn't want to post things that don't start a conversation.

of course, to respond to every fan is nothing but a far-fetched fantasy—but daon is an idol who is known to be easy to get a reply from. he spends at least an hour or two most evenings scrolling through hi-u and having small conversations with active users. some might call it a waste of time, but he considers it another part of the job; all relationships need watering, and as far as he's concerned, that includes the idol-fan relationship.

almost every night, he'll send one last message: a warm 'sleep well tonight~ 🦦💚' and then the cycle repeats, day in and day out.

[ex-selfmythologize]

DAON 'Pleasure Shop' MV

uploaded on MAR. 16 by MIDAS LABELS.