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idrahyun:

“wow, a beauty.” he deadpans out, like he might’ve been the voice-over on an animal documentary. “the secret here is that he manages to unhinge his jaw,” rahyun continues on, shoves a foot against the ground and leans his chair back just in case rojin flails out a fist and tries to smack him.

it’s almost strange how busy they’ve gotten since their latest release, how sickeningly often he hears the song playing around the city. how many more likes he gets on instagram, clearly the most important statistic. after all, having the spotlight shining on him indefinitely is all he’s ever wanted from idol life. so now that it’s here in ways it hasn’t been before, he revels in it. and still, it all feels so strange after years of being in the shadows. he’s very aware that it’s fleeting, that he can easily mess it up -- but at least he can’t mess up photoshoots. at least here, he shines. here, where he doesn’t have to speak. 

this is why photoshoots are his favorite. that and they’re easy enough to do (his face does the job on its own, he likes to say). and the downtime he has in between is great for lazing away, scrolling through his phone, and replenishing his energy with all the catered food. a nice break from shuttling back and forth from one place to another or practicing for hours in rooms he’s grown tired of. a nice, peaceful break from the sudden business in their lives. until rahyun decides to take all the joy out of eating a sandwich by pointing his phone up at him as he bites. 

rojin’s eyes glare up at rahyun’s first before turning into the camera, narrowing, brows furrowing in exaggerated annoyance. he finishes his bite, chews it slow, sets his sandwich down onto the table while rahyun keeps monologuing on. “it’s a good look, i know,” he starts, voice slightly muffled with food still in his mouth until he swallows. swipes his hands together to dust off the crumbs before leaning forward in his chair, beckoning with two fingers for rahyun to get closer, “come here, i’ll share the secret and unhinge your jaw for you too. i’m sure the photographer will love it.”

he snorts, leans back into his own chair, one arm folded across his stomach, the other reaching for his own phone, “anyway if you post that anywhere, i’m pretty sure i have a folder of stupid photos i can put up of you too, oh- here, how’s this?” he holds up his phone screen towards the other, the screen filled with a photo of rahyun taken from a terrible angle, from his chin and upwards. 

subtle—

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hello hello everyone, and a super belated welcome to everyone who joined while i was gone! but yes ok so i just returned from hiatus and have very few plots going on for rojin, and i’m not sure who’s still interested in plotting or not so i’m just going to start fresh. if you want to plot, please give this post a like and i’ll get back to you some time tomorrow afternoon. you can see some of his info from my previous intro post here, and here for his "profile” that i still need to really do, and here for his full bio! oh also if we were in the middle of plotting/if you messaged me today, i’m about to head off to bed but i’ll reply to those im’s tomorrow afternoon as well!!

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idmaya

haloed by the sun and sporting a deep tan, wide eyes, a grin that seems to radiate something impossibly pure. she can see in an instant how he was cast. it suits him. he’s been at home the whole time they’ve been here, while she’s been floundering to keep her head above water, spoiled seoul girl that she is. no wonder they put them together. “–sunbaenim.” she adds on a weaker finish, tugs up the collar of her shirt where it had slumped lower. she stands up, straightens herself somewhat hurriedly. “are we going back on camera or ?” she holds the cloth to the back of her neck, tugs it around so that the ends hang over her shoulders, ignores the way it drips down her shirt.

‘all you need to do is just act like you would if you were back at home with your own grandma.’ 

this is what his manager tells him. and one of his stylists. and another one. and a handful of other 99 staff before he leaves for gyeongsan. in other words, it’s unsubtle code for, ‘just watch your mouth and don’t fuck this up.’ really, he wonders why they were letting him on a variety show alone at all if they were that worried. but upon hearing the plot of it, he figures now they think it’s a safe bet, that it’s a perfect show for rojin, a born and raised farm boy himself. plus, his main company is to be a grandma and one other cast member. so he assumes his company must think there’s no way for him to mess it up, surely. 

and honestly, they aren’t all wrong. 

he’s unfazed by the sun beating down on him for hours, unfazed by having to squat and wash clothes in large plastic buckets of water, unfazed by the unflattering, floral pants the grandma lends him. he’s at home here in the countryside, in a hanok that reminds him of his family’s, and it shows in the ease of his smiles, the charm in the way he holds the grandma’s hands and slips into satoori. and if it’d just been him and the grandma alone, maybe it would go as his company hoped. 

but they weren’t counting on ryu maya. 

a seoul girl through and through, rojin pieces together within minutes of the shoot. it’s cute, though, and he likes to tease her for it. for the camera, of course. for on-camera chemistry between the cast members. and, okay, maybe a little off-camera too. because when he see’s her head for the shade, cheeks pink and skin glistening, he snorts to himself and moves to wet a white rag and sneak up behind her, pressing it against her neck. the whine that follows pulls a grin on his lips, as does the awkward thanks and belated honorific. he nods a silent no problem before properly speaking up, “rojin, just call me rojin, you can speak comfortably. or, you know, oppa works too.” 

his grin shifts crooked as punctuation and his gaze falls, follows the towel hanging over her shoulder, dripping water over her white shirt. he almost chuckles, but settles for shaking his head instead, answers easy, “no, not yet. i just thought i’d bring you a towel because you looked hot.” he pauses pointedly and reaches for the towel, wringing it to rid of the excess water while he adds in tease, “and because you looked like you were dying of heat, so.” he grins again, fixing his gaze up at her and winking quick and stepping in closer to blot the towel at the sweat on her forehead. “might want to watch where you put the towel though, unless you wanted to go on camera like that,” he finishes, tilting his head down to gesture at her dampened, now semi-see-through shirt, and reaching his arms around to rest the towel around her neck before falling back to his sides. 

rewind.

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idsuran:

no rojin is two of her favorite things: attractive, and useful. she’s not sure which one she can appreciate more. she considers this, pointedly, as she tilts her head to the side to examine him, a sly smile fluttering over her lips, illustrating both the amused look in her eye and the roundness of her cheeks. “you should be louder when you walk around, otherwise someone might mistake you for a stalker.” there’s a pause as she shifts, moves a little closer to him. “you looking for a smoke break or are you really just here to see me? “ 

rojin doesn’t remember the last time poizn had a schedule as packed as it is now (and even then, it’s not nearly as packed as almost every other active group, but he’ll take what he can at this point). so it’s a little weird, needing time to decompress from it all. even turning down an invitation to grab a few beers in celebration of a successful festival set, a successful few months. any other night, he’d be singing self-praise into a noraebang microphone by now, but tonight he showers early and lounges around in mustard long sleeves and black joggers, scrolling through his phone. unsurprisingly, it bores him pretty quick. prompts him to get up and head out of his room in search of anyone else that might’ve stuck around too. 

lady luck has been in his favor more often than not, lately, and tonight’s no exception. because the moment he steps into the hall, he spots a familiar figure heading towards the stairway and grins to himself. he could pick suran out of a crowd anywhere, and he’s certain he knows where she’s headed. so he slips back inside his dorm to pocket his hotel key and a pack of smokes, waiting a handful of minutes before heading out after her, up the stairs to the roof, sneakers deliberately heavy on each step when he gets near the top. the door pushes open, creaks, and the wind blows his naturally dried, messy mop of dark hair back, accents the sly twist of his lips. 

“what makes you think you’re worth stalking?” he returns with a raised brow, sauntering towards her with his hands in his pockets. he stops before her, slides a hand out to curl around her waist, tug her close. “well obviously i came here for,” a short pause before pulling out his pack, holding it up between them and giving it a little shake, “a smoke break.” he winks, smirks, far too pleased with himself when he drops his hand off her waist to open the pack and slip a cigarette out, place it between his lips. 

in years past, he’s tried to swear off it, at least when promoting, because the last thing he needs is his voice to fail him when it’s all 99 will let him do. but, well, he’s cared less with each passing year, and so he heads to the edge of the roof, leans his back against it, and lights up. inhales, then exhales a puff of smoke before holding up the packet again, points his gaze towards suran, teases, “you need one? or if not, what’re you doing up here anyway? lighting’s no good up here for an instagram shoot you know.”

snap.

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* neglect.

detail your parent’s initial and current thoughts on your career choice { + 5 exp }

in the seven years since poizn’s debut, rojin has managed to dodge most questions about his family. 

it isn’t like his relationship with them is estranged. his parents don’t hate him, but he grew up feeling like they didn’t particularly love him either. as a result, rojin’s rare moments of silence during interviews or shows usually come whenever the topic of family comes up. he sits back and lets other people answer the question because he never has anything to say. they fed him, they sent him to school, they did everything parents should do, except give him undivided attention. so he stays quiet because that’s not what anyone wants to hear. 

if he didn’t have a petty streak, however, maybe he’d talk about how some of that changed when he got accepted to 99 entertainment. or when he dazzled their town at the small festival at fifteen, his parents’ friends laughing and talking about how damn charming his stage was, how they didn’t know rojin could do anything other than cause trouble. when other people started paying attention, finally his parents did too. 

but by then, he didn’t want it anymore. 

instead of sating his need, it only irritated him. they asked questions that parents should just know, like when did you start singing like that? when did you learn to dance? they only demonstrated further how little they knew about him, and it left him annoyed, left him feeling like he deserved much better. others that didn’t even know his name noticed him before his parents did, so he seeked that out, auditioned for 99 entertainment on the scout’s referral and basked in the undivided, almost excruciating attention the judges gave him. 

then when he came back to gochang with a contract in his hands, asking for his parents’ signature, they looked dumbfounded. after prepping their eldest son for medical school and giving into the whims of their youngest daughter’s wishes to be an actress, they always assumed rojin would have to follow in their footsteps. work on the barley farm, take it over when his dad couldn’t walk anymore. they figured with his lack of discipline in school that it was the most logical path for him to follow, and then he threw them a curveball. threw a wrench into their plans. 

they didn’t seem to like that. 

but after a night long worth of arguments, the longest they’ve ever paid attention to him in one sitting, he finally convinced them (or pissed them off enough to just want him out) to sign. so they did. hesitatingly. and he left the following morning with just a quick uttering of goodbyes. 

several years later, not much has changed. they see how little he gets to actually promote and text him passive aggressively suggesting that the farm is still there if he wants to have a real job. other than that and curt happy birthday messages, he doesn’t hear from them much. but then, he never did hear from them much to begin with even when he lived under their roof. 

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heyo everyone wow i’m so excited to finally be here!! i play no rojin who also goes by noro on stage, or just no. as in no. just no, rojin, no. bc most likely that is the most common word he’s heard tbh. what a man. anyway! he is the main vocalist of poizn, so you can catch his beautiful deep voice promoted once a year, and he is also one of the more scandal-ridden members of the group. like i said, what a man. i’ll bullet point some stuff below the cut, but otherwise just like this if you wanna plot and i’ll slide into your dm’s the same way rojin does ha ha (i’m sorry he’s obnoxious)

grew up in a rural area (on a barley farm, in fact) in gochang in the north jeolla province 

it’s been ten years since he’s moved to seoul, but he still slips into satoori relatively often

classic middle child, ignored and bored tm 

acted up a lot as a child and a teen as a result to Get Attention 

i.e. acting out, skipping classes, talking back, smoking, drinking, the Typical delinquent-y things 

some of those things came back to bite him in the ass after he debuted, old classmates posting photos and shit on pann smh 

when he performed performed candy by h.o.t at a talent show at his town’s local festival, he got unofficially semi-scouted (a 99 ent. employee was home visiting and happened to be at the festival) it was a charming performance okay :’))

decided to go into the idol life because he liked the attention he got when on stage, and then trainee life sucked bc it was years of Not being on stage smh pt.2

 so he fished for attention in other ways, busking and posting vids of himself singing/dancing online, while he was uncaught he also flirted a lot with his pretty "fans” at the time

he got caught relatively quickly tho, got his phone that he wasn’t supposed to have in the first place taken away, and his location was monitored more closely, rest in pieces 

then finally! poizn debuted! and then they got hit with so many scandals

himself included, screenshots of texts of him flirting with fans, anecdotes of him back in high school, screencaps of him being disrespectful to sunbaes and hosts on variety shows, things like that 

anyway that’s his history, if you’ll notice he doesn’t actually care about music too much, he just lucked out with a voice of an angel, and forced training certainly helped him out and landed him into the main vocal position 

he’s really just in it for the Fame and Attention, which is hilariously unlucky for him bc he chose the company that doesn’t promote very often hahahaha woops

as for his personality in a nutshell, like i said before: obnoxious 

class clown type, overconfident, impulsive, selfish, brazen, the appointed mood-maker of the group, sarcastic, snarky and filter-less , yet still also quite charming despite all that, or maybe because of all that

who knows 

anyway

plot with me

and love him

he needs it

thanks :’)

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