#midas spring fling

[torrentials]

오대원 / WONIL — 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘

opting for a more lowkey vibe, daewon and his stylist agreed to keeping it clean-cut and classy (important for some much-needed, good impressions): a ted baker watch from his aunt, and a pair of ysl glasses—all with a neatly tailored suit and tie.

[ofpearls]

hi hi hello !! sending out a plot call for the spring festival event before i forget.... 🌸🌷 please interact w/ this post if you'd be interesting in planning a lil thread together w/ areum—especially if your muse is also going to jinhae—and i'll come & find u posthaste ! 💨

[swandivers]

hi! as per usual, i've fallen behind on replies & plotting - but i'm locking in rn and putting my best foot forward. if you're interested in writing with any of my characters for the event, please either like this post for me to come to you to plot beforehand or leave an emoji in the comments (+ feel free to specify from which of my characters and for which of urs if u want!) for a starter.

daon will be in jinhae from mar 28 to apr 2 for jinhae cherry blossom festival (performing + judging the kpop dance competition), then will be performing at the seokchon lake fest with remedy. he will also be attending dazed korea's anniversary party.

potential threads: daon and your muse are interested in the same singular item @ the flea market... what happens next? (jinhae) / daon and your muse are on the cherry blossom night tour together (jinhae) / your muse is volunteering for the adoption event and they don't want to have to ask daon to leave but they're pretty sure he's not going to adopt this cat and he's preventing other potential adopters from meeting it (jinhae) / etc etc... anything fun and unusual and/or high-energy. amusement park threads...

jihan will be performing at dazed korea's anniversary party with phaze, and getting obliterated thereafter. there are no other certain plans for him at the moment, but i'm open to a friend convincing him to attend seokchon lake fest or everland tulip fest!

potential threads: your muse sees jihan becoming increasingly more wasted and feels a sense of... obligation?... to protect him from himself (and the press). they're t... trying... to keep him from getting too carried away (dazed kr party) / your muse is sharing a platter of appetizers with jihan, except he's eating more than his fair share and talking about nothing but himself (dazed kr party) / etc etc... anything where jihan's just a pos disappointment and your muse has to deal with it or threads where your muse gets him out of his own head (everland? seokchon? anyone?)

saetbyeol will be performing at everland tulip fest and will be attending allure korea's charity auction. it's likely that she'll check out seokchon lake fest at some point too!

potential threads: your muse is probably the only one in the room more uncomfortable than saetbyeol. they stick it out together and m... maybe forge a new friendship? (charity auction) / saetbyeol asks the fortune teller about love and is pretty sure the soulmate described to her is your muse... uh... w.. wanna watch the fireworks? (open to any gender, obviously doesn't have to/isn't intended to go anywhere LOL) (everland) / etc etc... would love some chance encounters that lead to new friendships, or interactions that can strengthen pre-existing friendships!

[yourdodam]

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!"

[silverbins]

dazed korea 17th anniversary party

an ode to hedi slimane's last collection as the creative director of celine, sprinkled in with bits and pieces of her own personality. eunbin sheds some layers of angelix, emerging into the party with more of the 'elegant / actress' image that ydh has crafted for her. less florals, more "suh eunbin."

[rosesblve]

feeling pink -- with @witheredflowxrs

they're off stage. the cheers are still ringing somewhere in the distance, caught in the branches of cherry blossoms and echoing against the back of her skull like a second heartbeat—but they’re off stage.

and for now, that’s enough.

heejin leans against the railing, one arm slung loosely over it as she tilts her head toward the lake. lights shimmer across the water, pink and gold and soft white, like the whole festival’s still glowing just for them. it’s pretty. a little surreal, if she lets herself think about it too hard. so she doesn’t.

not yet.

instead, she glances sideways, eyes drifting toward the person next to her with a kind of quiet awareness. “hey,” she says, voice low, steady, familiar—like they’ve already had half this conversation before.

“you did so well.” it’s not said in that empty, automatic way people throw around post-stage. she means it. and not just about the performance.

she doesn’t name it directly—not the pressure hana’s been under since debut, not the way she always seems to be doing just a little more, smiling just a little wider, trying just a little harder. but it’s all there in the way heejin offers her a small water bottle and lets the silence stretch comfortably between them.

“we held it down today,” she adds, lips curling into something fond, a little tired but proud. “even if the confetti nearly took me out at the end.”

a beat passes.

“you hungry?” she asks suddenly, glancing toward the stalls in the distance. “i saw a stand selling these ridiculous cherry blossom donuts earlier. probably too sweet. probably pink all the way through. you want to go find them with me?”

[witheredflowxrs]

hang out ( for @neutralcha0tic )

hearing that the jinhae cherry blossom festival would have sanrio-related activites, hana immediately knew she needed to find someone to come with her. both to help ease her own anxiety about being around fans while not exactly ‘working’, and to have someone who was interested in viewing all the festival had to offer. the last thing she felt like having to do was drag someone around who’d rather be anywhere else than stuck by her side for an entire day.

that person came to her easily as haute pink’s kim jules. despite the uncomfortable hate drawn towards haute pink and girl code by their respective fans (with no help from the comparisons being drawn between the groups, thanks to midas), hana felt lucky to be fairly close with her. with their relationship developing so far as jules going out of her way to dote on hana, plus her being a huge fan of sanrio as well, she thought it would be a nice gesture to invite her to come along with her. not only could she return the favor, it also fits within the ‘internal little task’ hana’s given herself of trying to branch out more (as difficult as it is for her.) what better way to attempt that than to ask someone to hang out with you first?

“thank you again for coming with me…” hana shoves her hands inside the pockets of her hoodie, trying to ignore the shyness building up in her stomach. it’s not like she’d never spent time with jules before; maybe it’s because she never quite hung out with people like this often prior to becoming an idol?

she’s not exactly sure what the reason was, but either way she was having a hard time looking directly at her for too long. “i really do appreciate it. but also, if you buy me anything, just know i'll buy you something back too.”

“since i asked you to come with me, what did you want to do first?” she peers over at the mascots wandering around after speaking, taking pictures with the other guests. she'd be lying if she said she didn't want to take a picture with cinnamoroll as soon as possible… but she put the ball in jules' court first. “… would you take a picture of me with the mascots? whenever you want to get to it, i mean.” even then, she's still staring towards them in the most obvious fashion. ryu hana, once a spoiled brat, always a spoiled brat.

[cosmicskys]

𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, @yourbyeol allure korea charity auction.

it only seemed right for hyorin to attend allure's charity event with her image and all. she's donated a handbag herself, something that she received as a gift a couple of years ago but don't really carry around, but she wasn't thinking about bidding on anything. she was mostly here because it was expected of her. plus, it was a free brunch, and she would rather have that over any nighttime event. this way, she could just head on home afterward and spend the rest of the day on her own.

she's gotten off the red carpet only to run right into the arms of byeol who's attended the event with her. she hadn't planned on sticking to her teammates throughout the whole event, but hyorin couldn't help but feel much more comfortable around them. while they weren't seated together, she still wanted to spend as much time with byeol as she could.

"you look cute," she commented before giving byeol a light pat on her head, gentle enough so it doesn't mess up her well-styled hair. "are you thinking of bidding on anything? i think if there's anything that would work with my apartment's interior, i might. but other than that, i'm mostly here for the food," she whispered with a light chuckle.

[corvuscanus]

— off the mend, ft. @minusn0ne allure charity brunch

it's not often that seoho's the first person to find his seat. usually, he mingles: finds himself caught up in conversation and only hurries to find his spot when he absolutely needs to. he used to be the kid in school leaning back on his chair to talk to the person behind him until the teacher would clear their throat to get his attention, the last one at the dining table at home.

it's a cruel twist of fate that today is the day he's breaking his pattern. seoho doesn't bother checking the other place cards beyond confirming who the immediate neighbours to right and left are. the air inside is a little stuffy, enough so that he already wants to shrug out of his jacket. he's about to do just that when he catches movement in the corner of his field of view - and there she is, approaching, the woman he's been pretending not to avoid for years now.

eunbin looks as pretty as always. seoho gives her the bland smile he'd give an acquaintance as not to betray anything else, and then tries very hard to be interested in what is happening across the room. it's takes him longer to rally than it really should; there's this tension to the air that's difficult to cut through, built brick by brick over more than half a decade. seoho clears his throat when the quiet gets too oppressive.

"it's, uh. it's good to see you." so fucking awkward. seoho wants to bang his head against the table and hopes daon will show up a little sooner. "that colour looks good on you." he's half expecting that she'll just ignore him, but at least he'll have tried.

[torrentials]

gonna do a little two-for-one special—hey everyone, i know i'm still catching up on general plotting messages, but please like this if you're interested in plotting for the spring festivals event, and leave a comment if you'd like a starter (limiting this to two✌️for now)! daewon will be at the jinhae cherry blossom festival performing a medley of a few of his top career hits (only those “safe” enough for this stage lol). you can also find him at the animal shelter adoption event. his attendance at other events, though, will largely depend on plotting, but he will attend dazed magazine's anniversary party, and allure magazine's charity event. better yet, his dog is visiting and will be accompanying him for a good chunk of this festival (where allowed)!

[junjulys]

just like you – midas spring fling starter for @goldyashes

it’s not like they get much time to themselves if at all. ydh has sodapop running out relentlessly – from schedule to schedule, and in the small pockets of time that they do have to themselves, jun finds himself practicing, rehearsing, falling asleep, or trying to fall asleep. there isn’t a semblance of normalcy in his schedule, or his life. but it’s the sort of life he’d signed on to when he’d first became a trainee, and later on debuted.

this, technically is a schedule. it’s not like they’d magically been given a long awaited vacation and were now free to do whatever they wanted. of course not ( he doubts ydh would ever be selfless enough as a management to do that). but it’s close enough. junyoung thinks it’s been years since he’s last been able to enjoy any sort of festival like this.

perhaps the last one, the last memorable one, had been back in high school, years ago when he’d attended with ahseop. his eyes flicker to his friend (friend?), and ex-classmate. he remembers the fireworks, the costumes, the carefree-like spirit they’d shared back then.

not much has changed, junyoung thinks – except everything has. years ago they were able to walk around the school campus without worrying much about the prying eyes of others. they were free to say what they want, act how they want, they were a lot more free than this. but now they stood side by side, careful not to catch the attention of fans that might snap a photo at the sight of the both of them, having to behave in a manner that’s only fitting for sodapop. it’s suffocating, quite frankly.

junyoung tugs on his mask and cap, wonders if them walking around like this only makes it even more obvious who they are. at the very least, everyone else around them seems to be too hyper focused on the festival and the cute characters around. junyoung is of no exception.

“woah!” he says out loud, holding ahseop’s hand on instinct and dragging him to a booth with sanrio toys. “this totally looks like you, doesn’t it?” he holds up a hangyodon plush toy, and places it next to ahseop’s face, laughing. “this really looks like you. you’re both crazy cute, and your lips are plump.”

[swandivers]

dazed anniversary party with @witheredflowxrs

jihan has had too much to drink. it’s typical behavior, amplified; the long stint of sobriety has made him come crashing down harder than before. he’s a heavy-headed, casual type of drunk - a man putting on an unconvincing act. he doesn’t realize how drunk he really is, not even when his vision blurs as he turns his head or when he stands up from his seat at the bar and he feels closer to the floor than he usually does. he just feels good. when he approaches ryu hana (the sole reason he’d gotten up from his seat, as he’d spotted her some twenty feet away), it’s with an uncharacteristic smile - all teeth and dimples.

“hana,” he says, dragging the end of her name out. he has a half-filled drink in his hand and an open tab; the night is young. “are you having fun?” he wonders, unaware of the dominoes toppling as he speaks - how she’s too nice of a girl to turn a blind eye to this disaster in the making, how he’s unwittingly changing the trajectory of her night. he looks at her and just keeps on smiling. she’s got that kind of effect on him even when he’s sober; an endearing junior, a friend who’s begun to feel more like family. usually, though, he’d keep his composure with her - there are too many years between them for him to act carelessly and pull her into his messes. usually, he’d be looking out for her.

currently? he’s grinning like a madman, ears red and comfortably warm from the alcohol, oblivious to any curious photographers with their cameras. yeah, he feels good.

[nocelestialz]

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, @deuxblues dazed korea party.

jiho didn't love events like this.

most of the time, they were too loud and involved way too much socializing for her to feel comfortable. however, midas wanted to keep pushing her into fashion and get her advertisement deals, which meant she had to deal with making friendly conversation with people within the industry.

nevertheless, if jiho had to pick one positive thing about being here, it would probably be getting to watch the artists perform. there were only two artists, but they were both people she appreciated greatly, and she found herself genuinely smiling throughout all their performances.

"one of those songs you performed tonight was from your new album, right? i don't think i've heard it before, and i know pretty much your whole discography." she couldn't take up this chance of sharing her thoughts on jaeyoon's newest release. she's already revealed to him how much of a fan of his music she was, and she had been looking forward to his comeback. however, as she was preparing for this very event they were both attending, she hadn't had a chance to listen to it just yet.

[silverbins]

(n)EVERLAND / @cosmicskys

spring feels lighter, softer. the sense of warmth that presses down on her skins just another reminder she forces herself to believe again, and again — that the bitter endings of winter are far behind her, and today, she'll learn to breathe in the present.

rinse, wash. no repeats, this time.

this time the cape of familiarity comes in the form of her own group member, arms locked with smiles shrouded in the unspoken — years of mutual commiseration, paraded on stage like prized ribbons for human consumption. by now, hyorin's presence humanizes itself into a comfort blanket, a safe space.

"do you know what you wanna eat first?" her words paint the picture to how their encounters have always play out: dad's restaurant, late-night convenience store runs, hotel room service. and her eyes do no disservice to the memories when they're filtering from one stand, to the next. and in reality, they haven't had a moment like this in a while when ydh's greed yank them into an arms' length of silence in schedules. (suh eunbin decides to swallow what she preaches — she lives in the now. at least, just for today.)

opportunity strikes, and her mouth lilts into a stretched grin. her fingers point over towards the nearest stand, "we could get soddeuk, or get even crazier and go straight towards the churros?"

[rosesblve]

just a moment -- with @fallenegos

the air tastes sweeter after a stage. or maybe that’s just the hotteok. heejin shifts the paper sleeve in her hands, carefully blowing on the steaming center before taking a bite. it burns her tongue a little, but she doesn’t complain—just hums through it like it’s worth the pain. which, honestly, it is.

her legs are still a little shaky. her heart’s still running on leftover adrenaline. but they’re done. the stage is behind them, the cheers were loud enough to swallow nerves whole, and now there’s just this—soft cherry blossom air, a paper-wrapped snack, and jieun walking next to her under the fairy lights.

she bumps her elbow gently against hers—more nudge than collision.

“see?” she murmurs, still a little hoarse from performing. “we survived. and i only looked like i was gonna pass out once.”

she doesn’t need a reply. they’ve never been a talk-every-second type of duo. jieun fills in the blanks when she wants to, and heejin’s never minded the quiet.

she takes another bite, waits a beat, then says, more offhand than she means it: “you were good, by the way.”

but then she glances over again, adds it more deliberately—so it lands this time. “really good. i hope you’re letting yourself be proud of that. if not, i’m making you write it in your journal later. no skipping.”

she flashes a grin to soften the edge of it, but it’s clear she means every word.

a cherry blossom petal lands in her hotteok, and she flicks it off with a little puff of air. “okay. now what next?” she asks, gesturing to the street of stalls ahead. “fishcake? something disgustingly pink? or are we pretending to be responsible idols and just heading back?”

[missyouyerin]

( . . . HIGH HORSE ! ) ⁎ dazed korea 17th anniversary party ; ⸺ yerin + @deuxblues !

the devil works hard but joo jaeyoon works harder. his purpose in life as yerin sees it, is to suck all the oxygen from the room like a hole leveling its way through a pressurized chamber. he's still saved in her phone even now— blackhole (dni). ignorance would certainly be bliss, if only it was a possibility. but the pinprick of light that shines over his head draws her attention and then it's the same effect of staring at the sun— she grimaces, white spots pinprick her vision (anger, frustration, sorrow, he's a raging asshole), and a sane person would look away.

but she just got broken up with again, and now the blackhole pops into her peripheral, and a nasty little emotion circles in the dark ocean of her eyes. she wants to ruin his life, really. it's not fair. but he's not fair, is he? she bites off more than she can chew as she strides towards him, her gaze parsing him in his oh so blue depiction, painted into the corner of the room and yet still she's the one drawn. misery is such a potent pigment to paint the world with. they both share it in shades, but she doesn't know him well enough to comment and he doesn't know her well enough to care, she's certain.

"hmm," her smirk teeters into an aggravating place, trying to gode him, "something dragged you out to haunt this place, i see." her posture is softened but her palms behind her have taken into fists. "it's been a long time," a gentle beginning that crashes as her eyes sharpen, cutting away the typical yerin she shows to whatever is left underneath, "i wish i could say you're looking well these days, but…"