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small announcement that i am revamping saetbyeol, so all ask & thread replies will be postponed for the time being... didn't want anyone to think i'm neglecting her when u see me active on jihan and daon's blogs...

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JIHAN'S PICKS, a public playlist curated by phaze's do jihan—located on phaze's official spotify account. 20 songs, 1 hr 20 mins

daon - sweet like

jaden - "roses"

kid milli, in the endless zanhyang we are - midnight blue

kid cudi - mr. rager

colde - control me

bloo, nafla - nae tat

dominic fike - how much is weed?

keshi - soft spot

cigarettes after sex - baby blue movie

kendrick lamar, sza - luther

joji - 777

chaea - black pearl

tame impala - feels like we only go backwards

steve lacy - basement jack

rad museum, dean, leehi - off-line

woo, ph-1 - uniform

choilb - independent music

bassagong, j-tong - tang-a

bewhy, c jamm - transcend

ron - passing by

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what app do you use the most lately?

🦇: hi-u 🦇: you all give me a hard time for not being more active but 🦇: you don't know how lucky you are~

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29. tell us something about your trainee days!

🦇: ah... i want to tell you a fun story, but... 🦇: i don't have any ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 🦇: i was so diligent back then 🦇: all i remember is practicing pyro's my house day and night

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jihan, in this werewolves vs vampires concept - who would be vampires and who would be werewolves? 🤔 please share your vision! 💗

🦇: i was hoping you’d ask 🦇: i would be a vampire of course 🦇: hyuk too 🦇: i think hyeseong would be a werewolf 🦇: i haven’t decided for the others yet. our dancers would be split too. i think sexy baseball player outfits would be cool, but we might get sued for being too similar to twilight 🦇: ah. maybe sexy soccer outfits..? 🦇: and a heavy hiphop sound. something a bit similar to rhythm ta i think… 🦇: please anticipate it 🙏

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WONWOO SUPER (손오공) @ Golden Disk Awards 2024

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jihan has never been as good at setting boundaries and keeping them as chaea is. he’s grown expectant—at the end of the day, he knows that he means nothing to her, just as she’s supposed to mean nothing to him. still, he expects. he expects her to come to him like she has so many times before. he expects to be enough for her in a situation like this, at the very least; if they’re in a room together, he expects to be her source of entertainment.

but he hasn’t been for most of the night. and he’s tried to not notice. it’s a stubborn point that he’s been trying to make—a poor display of indifference. he doesn’t play it well. one drink after another, the more his sobriety has waned, so has his patience.

he’s been trying not to look at her, but she’s a magnetic force. he finds her again, and again, and again. always focused on someone else—until suddenly, she’s focused on him.

like a dog, he follows her. it’s inevitable—he fumbles over some excuse to the person he’d been half-assing a conversation with and then he’s gone. and he wants to be annoyed; somewhere in this state of intoxication, he thinks that’s what he should be—annoyed, and convinced that she’s wrong to ignore him all night and just expect him to come when called.

but he isn’t annoyed. he’s almost smiling. in some strange way, he feels like he’s won.

“was i glaring?” he wonders, barely a murmur as he closes in on her. he lays one hand flat on the wall beside her and grabs her hip with the other. “after everything, i thought you’d make a little more time for me. that’s all.”

something crosses his mind, one of chaea’s rules. how he’s never supposed to kiss her for too long, or is it with too much feeling? looking at her now, though, he can’t really help it. he leans down to kiss her—for too long and with too much feeling, but the way he tests her boundaries is nothing new. he trusts that he’ll be forgiven.

VENUS FLY TRAP with @swandivers 📍 dazed korea party

the night’s far from being over, but chaea already feels the weight of tonight pressing down on her shoulders.

chaea knew an argument with jaeyoon was inevitable tonight—but she hadn’t expected the words that flew past his lips to cut her so deeply. hearing jaeyoon repeat an iteration of the comments that have plagued her mind for the past few weeks… it stings a bit—bringing with it an ache that starts in her chest and spreads all the way down to her gut. 

chaea doesn’t want to think about the ache too much, doesn’t want to dwell on why his words cut her so deep, doesn’t want to think about his words are now ingrained in the back of her mind—alongside all the comments she pretends to have forgotten about. 

(she can’t forget about them when she sees them every time she closes her eyes; stamped in glaring red.)

in the end, chaea drowns out the ache with what she knows best—a steady stream of cheap henny. after her fight with jaeyoon, chaea ditched the nameless stranger she’d been toying around with—suddenly feeling completely uninterested in him. now, she sits at the bar—manicured digits curled around her chilled glass as her gaze flits between the familiar faces in the crowd—as if she was a predator in search of her next prey. and in a way, she was—but chaea isn't in search for a new prey tonight. she's looking for one man in particular—and when her gaze finds him again, a smirk tugs at painted lips. chaea’s well-aware that jihan’s upset with her—and she knows exactly why.

but she doesn’t bother to approach him. instead, she tosses the remnants of her drink straight down her throat. lifts her body off the barstool and walks towards the exit—glancing back at jihan with a coy smile. 

she knows she doesn’t have to say anything, knows she doesn’t have to make any grand gestures—knows he’ll be trailing right behind her.

she doesn’t look behind her as she leads them away from the party. doesn’t say a word as she enters the emergency stairwell. rests her back against the cool brick as she cants her chin upwards—silently beckoning him closer. 

“you done glaring at me now?” she asks, and the ghost of a vampish simper floats across painted lips—head tilted in tease as she waits for jihan to close the distance between them.

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would you rather date someone with a big personality and a boring face or a beautiful face with a boring personality?

🦇: someone with a big personality, of course 🦇: i don't talk much, so for a relationship to work, i'd need someone who does 🦇: and once you love someone, they become beautiful to you anyway

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Jihan, is there a dream you outgrew — and do you miss it?

🦇: a dream that i outgrew… 🦇: that one’s tough. 🦇: i don’t want to talk too specifically, but there are things in my life i used to strive for that i no longer see in my future. it’s a strange feeling. i think everyone feels it, though. it’s a natural part of growing up - you think you know yourself, but you’re always changing. 🦇: before you know it, the dream ends. 🦇: but if you outgrow one dream, you can grow into another one. that's how i try to see it.

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what does your dream comeback look like?

🦇: wouldn't a vampire vs werewolves concept be cool? and the choreography could be like a battle between the two

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idc what anyone says i need the jihan solo!!!! what’s jihan oppa’s dream concept for it 🥰🥰

🦇: i just want to look cool

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if you were kidnapped and had to call one person to save you, who would it be? calling any type of law enforcement is prohibited.

🦇: i wouldn't get kidnapped. if i were to get kidnapped (i wouldn't btw) i guess i'd call doah. she'd either save me or die trying ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

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oppa, what kind of girls do you like? how do i make you mine? ㅠㅠ

🦇 : hmm… 🦇 : i like all types. seriously. the only real qualification is liking me too. 🦇 : i used to prefer calm older women, but nowadays i like the high maintenance type more. i want to be so busy caring for her that i don’t even have time to think about myself ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 🦇 : it would be nice if she's a bit selfish. i want to be able to prioritize her without her feeling uncomfortable. i want someone who will expect a lot out of me and keep me on my toes 🦇 : then again, i'm not set on that. i'm 27, so... 🦇 : ah, you said you want me to be yours? let’s just give it a try~

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at the dazed korea anniversary party with @neutralcha0tic

there is a story that jihan is destined to live in forever. it’s a bitter one, ripe with regret and longing—the happy ending stares him dead in the eyes, and he’s never ready for it. he turns away, the story flips back to page one; a hostile groundhog day situation, rinse and repeat.

he doesn’t avoid the inevitable anymore. he approaches jules with the confidence of a man who knows what’s good for him—a sober man, happy to see his friend. his first drink of the night is in hand, but he’s barely touched it yet - the descent has only just begun. to approach jules so early in the night is intentional. he knows he’ll be a wreck by the end of it, and he knows better than to drag her into his messes; he wants to show her the best of him, wants her to believe in it. he hopes that she leaves early.

“hey, you,” he greets, smiling in a way that he really only ever does with her. it’s the way that he used to smile, back when he was a naive trainee—all teeth and dimples. “you look great.” he thinks it’s a given—she’s a gorgeous girl, she always looks good, even at her worst—but he knows how she doubts herself. maybe it’s self-centered of him to think that a compliment from him would be wanted or needed, but he thinks it anyway.

"how are you feeling?"

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hi, idols! as an apology for the pause in operations on the main and the lack of monthly schedules, we come bearing gifts... an ask meme! this isn't the honesty hour that was mentioned a while back (as that will be used as part of our next event), but we think it'll still be lots of fun. check under the cut for all the details!

✩　[조태준] message is here!

our second ask meme will be in the form of interactions on hi-u, midas labels' very own artist-to-fan communication app, and girl talk, the exclusive communication app for girl code. the following questions, inspired by questions that idols are commonly asked by fans online and during fansigns, must be answered with your muse's public image in mind. your muse's answers do not have to be honest, but they must remain appropriate. if you do choose to have your muse respond inappropriately, there will be in-character consequences. if you're willing to take that risk, you may, but we recommend running any potential inappropriate answers by us to know what the companies' reactions would be. the goal of this meme is to explore your muses' public images a bit further, and let other muns see how they interact with their fans. you can send any of the below questions to any mun/muse that reblogs this post. you are more than welcome to send in your own custom questions, from the pov of that muse's fan (or an antifan). we do encourage avoiding sending any questions that could be deemed too inappropriate, but many idols do experience hate and inappropriate or intrusive questions on these platforms, so you're welcome to also send in questions in that vein (as long as the mun you are sending it to is okay with it).

would you rather have five [group member] or a five-year-old [group member]?

would you rather date [group member] or [group member]?

which member do you spend the most time with lately?

how would you rank your group members based on visuals?

how would you rank your group members based on personality?

what's your favorite thing about your group?

what do you like about the company?

what's your favorite thing about yourself?

who do you look up to the most?

do you have any friends in the industry?

what variety show would you like to go on the most?

what does your dream comeback look like?

how should i ask out the person i like?

can you recommend me a song?

can you recommend me a movie?

what app do you use the most lately?

do you have any new hobbies?

how do you destress?

where do you want to travel to next?

what's the first thing you think of when you think of your fans?

can you share your personal scent?

what do you want for your birthday?

if you could spend one day with your fans, what would you want to do?

what's the key to your heart?

what's your most prized possession?

what's your ideal type?

what's your favorite season and why?

today's TMI?

tell us something about your trainee days!

tell us a story from your childhood!

who's your [group name] bias?

what girl group do you like lately?

what boy group do you like lately?

✩　are you their manager?

nowadays, it's getting easier and easier to find an idol's manager or stylist on social media... and we know fans can be a bit intrusive! staff members may also reblog this post, and muns may send them any of the above questions (that are applicable, of course), a custom question of their own (whether a genuine question or an intrusive comment by a fan), and/or any of the below questions. we recommend that staff muses reply to these questions as if they're really replying to a fan on social media, but if your staff member would not have a public sns account, you may answer these honestly as if they were speaking to a friend.

what's the hardest thing about your job?

what's your favorite comeback from [artist/group]?

what's your favorite thing about [artist/group]?

do you get along with your artist(s)?

what do you wish more people knew about [artist/group]?

what's one thing you'd change about your artist's career?

what's one thing you'd change about the company's policies?

do you have any regrets about your career?

do you think you get paid enough for everything you do?

if you could work with any other artist, who would you work with?

if you didn't work in the industry, what other job would you like to have?

what advice would you give to someone who wants to work in this industry?

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normally, jihan wouldn't linger in a studio for so long with no purpose. then again, it's not entirely fair to claim that he's here with no purpose - he has a file opened in cubase, and earlier in the evening, he'd made some adjustments to it. but for the better part of the past hour, he's just been staring at the screen. an empty stare, tired and unfulfilled. he stays because he knows that if he leaves, he won't be able to just go home. it's one of those nights. he wants to drink - but with his solo debut coming up, he's trying not to.

so he sits, still and purposeless, until the door creaks open. he doesn't turn immediately. his shoulders tense by default, a little startled because he thought that he'd had the door locked. but it's an easy mistake to make - he plays it cool, and turns in his chair to face the door casually. it's go jieun - go figure. he's been feeling enough like an asshole lately as is, and the universe brings her to him.

he maintains the blank stare as he looks at her. truth be told, he regrets the way that he's intentionally ignored her; how he's let his contempt for midas music bleed into contempt for her. how he's expressed such interest in and approval for girl code, but hasn't let it extend into interest in or approval for her. he knows he's treated her poorly, but he hasn't apologized, and he probably won't. still, he feels apologetic as she stands in the doorway.

"you're welcome to stay," he offers. he's not sure why she would want to, but he thinks there's a part of her that does. otherwise, he doesn't understand why she would ask if she should leave. then again, he doesn't know her well enough to be able to read her.

he turns back towards the computer. she'll either come in or she won't - he doesn't want to be looking at her while she decides. it's a low-stakes, no-pressure situation. he thinks it is, anyway; maybe to her, it just looks like he's brushing her off as he has so many times before.

"i don't know how much longer i'll be here myself. i should probably go home soon, but i've been messing with this demo that i've had for a while - i keep trying to make it better, it keeps getting turned down. i don't even care about the damn song that much, honestly. just bored," he explains, ending with a dull laugh. does she care? probably not, and he couldn't blame her for it either way.

"anyway, yeah - i don't mind the company if you don't mind the keyboard clacking."

an unwelcomed intruder. midas building on some random day. for @swandivers

the lights were on. that was the only reason jieun tried the door. with how exhausted she was, it's not surprising she didn't think through every possibility of why a room's lights were on. she just simply thought someone forgot to turn them off. it happens sometimes, and she’s always been the type to turn them off when she notices. and maybe part of it was that she wanted an empty room before heading back to the dorms. one that's quiet enough to sit in and feel like nothing for a while.

but just jieun's luck, the door creaks when it opens. and the room's not empty like she had thought. jihan is there.

the thought to turn around hits her immediately. she could easily just pivot, walk back into the hallway, and pretend she wasn't even in the building. but it's too late. the creak wasn’t loud, but it was enough. if he heard it- scratch that. if he even might have heard it, she’s stuck. she’s not about to look like she snuck in and fled at the sight of him. so she stays. still, at the edge of the frame. letting the door fall halfway shut behind her, but not all the way.

"sorry, didn't know this room was occupied," she says flatly, walking the line between apology and indifference. "thought someone left the lights on." she doesn't move closer. doesn't sit. she just leans slightly into the doorframe. her eyes flick towards the glow of the monitor. but she doesn’t try to make out what's on it. not her business. not her place. or maybe it could be, but she doesn't ask.

maybe if it were anyone else, she would've said sorry and somewhat meant it. jihan's... different. just different in how he's treated her. or didn't treat her, more like. he was just another cold set of eyes when they first crossed paths. another person in the building who didn’t think much of her. and that was fine. jieun doesn't beg for approval. never has, never will. she's used to being overlooked and dismissed simply because of her family name. but even so then, his indifference stood out. not because it hurt, but because it was the type of dismissiveness that makes someone feel invisible without ever outwardly being cruel. and despite jihan making somewhat of an effort as of lately, jieun still doesn’t really know where she stands with jihan. nor would she even dare to ask.

"am i intruding? should i leave?” she asks, finally. because to jieun, the only thing worse than standing here awkwardly is doing that somewhere she's not wanted. "i was just looking for somewhere quiet for a bit. i can find somewhere else if you'd prefer to have the room to yourself."

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tl;dr: jihan receives a call from his sister. it's... complicated. wc: 960

jihan’s phone is ringing. the caller id reads do jihye.

last time they’d talked, she’d told him never to contact her again. granted, he hadn’t truly thought that she’d meant it—they’re family, after all, and they’ve got such a small one to begin with. they can’t afford to be cutting each other off over past mistakes. still, he has a tendency to take things too far. she told him never to contact her again close to two years ago, and they haven’t talked since.

but she’s calling him now. he lets it ring until she probably thinks she’s going to get sent to his voicemail, and then he picks up. he doesn’t say anything—he’s not quite ready to talk yet and he doesn’t trust himself to speak kindly.

nothing but white noise between them. five seconds pass, ten seconds. “are you there, jihan?” she asks.

“yeah.”

white noise again. he wonders if she’s being stubborn like he is or if there’s another reason for the silence—anxiety, uncertainty, trying to gather her words. there had been a time when they’d call each other once a week just to talk. he misses it every now and then.

“are you busy?” she asks finally. he’s sitting on his sofa, bottle in hand. a typical evening. no obligations to tend to for the rest of the night, no friends waiting to meet up with him. he takes a long drink from the bottle.

“no.”

“okay, good. well… i guess i’ll get right to the point?… jihan, i’m getting married. i sent out the invitations today. you’re invited, of course, but i wanted to let you know directly before you got the invitation in the mail. you’re my brother, after all.”

silence again—not out of pettiness this time, but some type of speechlessness. marriage. all things considered, it’s not a huge shock - she’s almost twenty-six, and jihan still remembers how much she had always daydreamed about finding the one and having a fairytale wedding. god only knows how many times she’d asked him for his opinion on hypothetical designs and arrangements, how many times she’d gotten angry at him for his bad taste.

he’s happy for her, he guesses. he doesn’t have time to tell her as much, though—he hesitates too much, and then she blindsides him a second time: “i’m pregnant, too.” a pause, then, “but that won’t be announced on the invitation. you’re the first to know.” she laughs, but it doesn’t sound humored. it sounds awkward, worried, scared.

“is that why you’re getting married?” it’s a cautious question. he doesn’t want to provoke her, he doesn’t want to sound judgmental - and more than that, for her sake, he doesn’t want to be right.

“yeah, i guess so… not only that. i like him, but—” her voice quivers, and before he knows it, he’s listening to her quietly sob on the other end of the line. he guesses this is the true reason why she had called—needing someone to confide in who would get it. needing her older brother.

he sighs, still angry but too tender-hearted to let it permeate this moment. he doesn’t know what to tell her, though, or if there even is anything he can tell her that will matter.

“does dad know?”

she’s still sniffling, but she regains most of her composure before answering. “no. i’m going to wait to tell him until after the wedding.”

“he wouldn’t be angry.”

in all fairness, jihan doesn’t really know that. he remembers going to church twice a week while he and jihye were growing up, ideas and fears still burned into the back of his mind even when the faith has been lost. and he knows, too, that his parents had gotten married because his mother had become pregnant with him—but they were a happy couple. he likes to think that love had something to do with it, too, and he likes to think that regardless, his father would still extend grace jihye’s way as he always had.

that said, nothing is certain. he imagines the uncertainty is terrifying in a situation like this.

she doesn’t say anything back. she’s breathing shakily on the other end, probably still trying not to cry again.

“you don’t have to get married.”

and she’s crying again. he leans forward, puts his half-empty bottle on the coffee table.

“we’ve already pla–… planned everything, jihan. it’s… it’s happening. he’s a good person.”

he sighs again. what a life. do jihye, the hopeless romantic—forced to settle by her own fears. he doesn’t push it further. he’s not in the place to do so, and he doesn’t want to agitate her emotions any more than he already has.

“anyway, i just…” she takes a deep, shaky breath. sniffles. she finishes out her statement with stability: “i just wanted to tell you. don’t worry about it or about me. it’s a good thing. do you think you’ll make it to the wedding? it’s in june.”

he smiles, tight-lipped and bittersweet. he hates the situation as it is, despite not knowing every detail. maybe she is happy. maybe he is a good guy. but her crying hadn’t sounded like tears of joy.

“i’ll be there,” he assures quietly.

“thank you. listen, i’m gonna let you go now, okay? it was nice to hear your voice. i’ll try to call again soon so we can catch up.”

“okay.” the call ends. he puts his phone down and sits in silence, thinking. what a fucking rollercoaster of a phone call—what a headache, what a mess. still, he’s smiling a little. not for her situation, but for the comfort of having spoken to family again. knowing he’s not as unforgivable as he thought he was.

he reaches for the bottle again.