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[iseullgc]

WHAT IF ... / CHO ISEUL

if iseul had never become a trainee at legacy, he would've been following his original dream and journey to become a professional chef and then possibly going into becoming a private chef for some celebrity or someone who would want to pay him for his services.

he would've gone to europe to go to culinary school at le cordon bleu since his family background is wealthy enough to have helped him pay for that.

he's always been very interested in culinary arts and would've loved to learn from all the greatest master chefs in the area.

culinary school probably would've been very tough for him but still rewarding, since he's actively learning about something that he's passionate about. he probably wouldn't have time to think about dance, but that's something that he will (hopefully) have more time for down the line. but he has to focus on learning all the different skills and techniques that will help him when he works in a restaurant later.

after graduating from culinary school, he would probably move to the states to work in a few different restaurants to really hone his craft. he would start as a line cook and move up to being sous chef before eventually becoming the head chef at a restaurant he had spent years working at.

i think that after working as the head chef at a michelin star restaurant for a few years, he would get burnt out and quit for a while. this would probably be when he started looking to be a private chef instead, starting with a small catering business before he finds a client that wants him to just be their private chef.

he would stay with that family and happily live his dream of cooking for a living and still having some time for himself outside of it.

maybe he would start filming this and get a following on tiktok/youtube and then eventually come out with a cookbook of easy recipes that he reuses or something.

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"why do you think i've been posting the way i have on instagram?" he points out, laughing a little. they had a conversation once, ages ago, about the pick up lines he used in the captions of his instagram posts. he hopes one day that he'll be allowed to post as much as he wants, and won't be limited to just posting on the company instagram that's mandated for trainees. actually, it would probably be nice to have his own official one one day but that's neither here nor there right now.

rolling his eyes, iseul shakes his head and takes the phone back from minki to swipe through the pictures the other has taken so far, humming a little as he looks them over. he's taking this class as seriously as he can, considering he's with one of his best friends and really, they're mostly just fooling around under the guise of a 'master class'.

"i don't think it'll be that easy to steal your fans," he says, amused at the thought. "i'm sure you'll have some super loyal ones that won't be swayed," he says, mostly serious before he casts a glance at his friend. "like me. i'm fan club president, of course."

it amuses him though, when minki says that he doesn't get called cute often, considering iseul thinks his friend's personality is the epitome of cute. he guesses not everyone is as privy to this information as he is.

he lets out a laugh, pursing his lips and resting his chin on his fist in a mock thinking pose. "aaaaand ... what will happen if i leak this information?"

minki thinks it’s kind of ironic, that iseul is teaching him all about what he should do once he debuts, fanservice that he’s supposed to perform. surely there’s a proper class all about this—there is, but minki isn’t exactly the model student when it comes to the material. besides, having to practice all this in a professional setting has been rather… awkward. so it’s nice, having someone he deems close to helping out.

“you really have all this figured out, don’t you?” minki isn’t all too surprised, it’s iseul after all—whatever that means. “you have all this down and ready once you debut. from there, you can probably steal our fans just from fanservice alone.” he jokes, but there’s some truth to that. not that he’s complaining.

he thinks iseul is basically already a good enough idol for the future, hoping that his friend would get the opportunity he so clearly deserves later down the road.

“i’ll sign a bunch—but you should keep one for yourself, or i’d feel offended and stop signing anything that you give me,” he nudges iseul with an elbow, followed by a laugh. “i do wonder how high the market would go for a signed photocard though.” what a mystery.

and then iseul calls him cute—an unexpected compliment. “really? that’s the first i’ve heard of it. i don’t usually get people calling me cute these days!” he did have some sort of growth spurt and started hitting the gym more often. that changes people’s perspectives.

“okay, you’re the only one who gets to see these spoilers though. so don’t share with anyone else!” he warns, wagging a finger in front of iseul.

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the sudden admission from his friend is an unexpected one, mostly because he knows rowon likes to keep his secrets. it's surprising, and even though he's aware that his friend is probably actively baiting him, he falls for it anyway.

"there's no way," iseul stutters, almost choking on the chicken he hurries to swallows, waving the bone around like it's a baton and not something that was just in his mouth.

he's always been a little dramatic.

"i don't think you've ever met min—" he cuts himself off abruptly this time, pointing the bone at the other this time, realizing his mistake belatedly. "anyways." he coughs, not knowing how to cover up his slipup and just eating the rest of the chicken drumstick sullenly.

as the great alchemist alphonse elric once said—one cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. that is the law of equivalent exchange.

it’s rare for rowon to disclose intimate details about himself. he keeps people at a distance, keeps them thinking. if he’s sharing any story in exchange, most of it would be fabricated to make it sound like he can relate a lot more.

but iseul knows him. rowon can’t outright lie.

“there’s someone i’m interested in too.” he lets this linger between them, this admission that he hasn’t spoken to anyone else about. a part of him almost regrets it. for some strange reason, saying it out loud makes it feel more real and, consequently, more susceptible to being stolen. “perhaps it’s the same person.”

it’s not, but he’s curious how iseul would react.

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"yeah, i'll start taking pictures of your photocard with the food i eat and stuff," he says, sounding very amused though honestly? he would totally do it for the bit. it would be even funnier if someone saw him doing it once he's debuted, but that's still just a pipe dream.

for now, he'll just amuse himself by being minki's tutor in all things idol.

he laughs a little, and he thinks he would do that anyway. "would you sign a photocard for me?" iseul asks, eyes bright with laughter and he looks very pleased with himself. "i won't sell it i swear," he adds after a moment, playful and teasing but he's always been this way with minki. maybe more so because it's minki but that's not something he wants to look into right now.

he makes a soft sound and he glances at minki, watching the other as he pulls up the pose that he had told him to do.

oh.

why is he cute.

iseul has to take a moment to shake him out of the stupor that had settled over him before he can answer. "yeah i think that works," he nods, very seriously considering the other's expression. he tilts his head and holds up his fingers to form a makeshift camera, closing one eye to look at minki's face.

"i mean ... as your coach, i think i deserve the spoilers," he grins, playful and teasing. "since i'm not charging you for my services, you know?"

“really? okay, well… since i know you’ll be collecting, i should do my best now.” minki plays along, as usual. then again, he always had trouble saying no in general. it’s even more difficult when it’s iseul. sometimes he does want to see what happens when something doesn’t go iseul’s way, if iseul will try to fight for it or if he’d pout—but he should save that for later. definitely not when it comes to the art of posing for photocards.

minki blinks though, when iseul mentions putting a photocard on the back of his phone. “oh, right, that’s a thing,” minki says, sounding like he’s kind of impressed. “does that mean you’d be carrying me everywhere?” that’d be a little amusing. “i heard there’s cute photocard holders out there that you can put me in.” he has seen a few designs, some of them strapped onto the bags of a few trainees in legacy.

as iseul delivers his review, minki listens diligently. there’s no point if he doesn’t take this seriously after all. “i didn’t realize my hand was shaking that much.” instead of trying again with the camera, minki turns to iseul and poses exactly as iseul has instructed, puffing out his cheek a little more this time. he stays like that for a while, giving iseul a moment to asses, before he relaxes his face muscles.

“what about like that? was that good enough?” minki asks. “i wish someone else could just hold the camera, maybe it’d be easier. but i guess that makes it a lot less personal? i’m not sure,” minki hums. “hey, doesn’t this mean you’re getting free spoilers to my future photocards? that sounds kind of special.”

[iseullgc]

MODELLING PORTFOLIO / CHO ISEUL

3 words to describe your image? loud, hyperactive, refreshing

3 words to describe your personality? extroverted, bubbly, talkative

3 interests of yours? video editing, choreography, vlogging

3 special skills/talents? can talk really fast, can build a computer from scratch, all animals seem to like him

Which color would you give to your aura? baby blue

3 products that fit your image? sportswear, soju, fast food

3 products that don’t fit your image? luxury cars, whiskey, underwear

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"honestly, big mood," iseul agrees, probably too casually. it feels like they're all running on empty right now, especially with the big showcase coming up and iseul is no different. it's been relatively fun to get to practice these songs and also to be travelling for this tour but part of him wants more sleep.

he yawns, stretching his arms above his head and cracking his back. the sound is loud but it feels good, and he sighs as he lowers his arms back to his sides.

he shrugs a little, glad they had grabbed food together and he makes a sound under his breath. "just the usual, you know," he says, sighing. "practice, practice, practice?"

𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃 —

written for 𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐥 ( @iseullgc ) ♡

Kentaro flops sideways onto the lounge's seat with a dramatic groan, half-buried in a hoodie that didn’t belong to him and smells vaguely like his dormmate's laundry detergent.

“I think my blood is 90% convenience store coffee right now,” he mumbles. “If I don’t blink for too long, I can hear colors. And I really mean it. Hear colors.”

There's the clatter of retrieving his chopsticks against a bowl, then he presses it against his hands, finally something steaming and homemade and not triangle-shaped. He's been awful at keeping up with trainee life, missing practice and workshops... It's been bad. "What are you up to today, Iseul?"

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unfortunately it doesn't seem like this is a legacy-mandated prank of any sort, and he sighs and reaches out to touch the liquid that's on his shirt. hopefully it's not something bad, but he's sure if it had been something that could be dangerous it would've been hurting him (and sori) by now. it seems to just be water, or maybe pocari sweat, considering it feels a bit sticky like there was sugar in it.

he sighs again, and moves towards the water fountain to refill his water bottle anyway, since he'll probably want water even if he's just going back to the dorm.

"are you in a group practice right now?" iseul asks, thinking she might have more important things to do than trek back to the fabula dorms. this wasn't how he thought he would be meeting any of the debuted members but he guesses this takes any awe out of the situation.

"i could run to my dorm if you don't mind waiting and bring you back a shirt ... i'm sure your practice is more important than mine, anyhow," he says, shrugging. he has a lot of spare tshirts and wouldn't care too much about losing one if it helps her.

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"no," he shakes his head as he answers her, staring down the hallway at the person that was long gone. the culprit wasn't someone he recognized, which wasn't too strange despite his tendency to befriend a bunch of people. there were new trainees twice a year and even he couldn't keep up with it sometimes. he stares down at how they both have parts of them that have been drenched and he lifts his sleeve to sniff at the liquid. "i can't tell what it is," iseul comments, deciding against attempting to taste it and sniffs at it again before he sighs. "i was only coming out to refill my waterbottle but i guess my practice is over now," he sighs again, shaking his head as he thinks about having to make the trek back to the dorms to get a change of clothes. there was also the idea of washing it in the bathroom and then just wearing it while it dried but it isn't a very appealing one.

sori is a fast runner, has been running basically her whole life (or since she was like fifteen, but for sori it feels like her life begun at fifteen), she could’ve most likely easily caught the culprit who just pranked her? or whatever this was? but the surprise managed to shock sori into standing completely still, quite wondering what just happened, and when she finally figured out what happened, the person who did this seemed to be long gone.

“oh?” neither of them knew the person who did this? she looks around, it doesn’t seem like there’s some filming crew who will jump out and yell ‘it’s just a prank!’, what exactly was the purpose behind this? “weird” sori finds herself poking her clothes, an attempt at figuring out what exact liquid has swallowed her clothes.

“what exactly are we supposed to do now?” she turns to look at the other, then checks her phone for the time “doesn’t seem like practice is over yet” she pouts. “i don’t-- i don’t think it would be ideal to just… practice naked or with wet clothes”.

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"does she ... does she think i'm going to eat her food?" iseul asks, staring at the cat bewilderedly. like, sure, he's been compared to a cat before but he's never been thought of as a cat by a cat. he's also not sure if that's actually what's going on right now but if it is ... there sure is a first for everything. he looks amused though, looking around the place to scope out where his next cat picture should go.

would rowon's cat get jealous of those too?

who knows.

he eyes the cat scratches on his friend's arm a little warily, but he's been around enough cats to know that this is a normal thing for cat owners. like war scars, every cat owner seems to be mostly proud of them.

"i mean ... i am intruding on her territory i guess," he says, shrugging and makes a sound of surprise when a drumstick is shoved unceremoniously into his mouth. he lets out a muffled mmfgh? before just accepting the food and quietly chewing on it, eyes widening mid-chew as he turns to stare at his friend.

how did he know? he's pretty sure he kept his crush on a certain nknd member pretty hush hush but he guesses he should never doubt rowon's ears. not answering right away because of the chicken he's gnawing on, he just shrugs. "who?" he feigns ignorance, attempting to not think about his failure at getting into a debut group twice now and shrugging instead. "you know. life is as life is." or something.

“think she thinks those are for you.” it’s almost comical the way porkie occasionally looks up from her bowl to glare at iseul while also eyeing the cat treats he brought in. “hey, be nice to our guest.” that falls on deaf ears.

porkie is eating way too fast, and rowon has a pretty good idea why. she only cleans her bowl at record speed when she feels that her food is being threatened—by who—by iseul? sure, iseul has introduced him to some questionable cuisine, but he’s not crazy enough for cat food. porkie doesn’t seem to know that, though.

“don’t challenge her. she’ll pounce.” rowon runs a hand through his hair to smooth down its disheveled appearance, all while showcasing the fresh scratches on his arm. “mm, smells good. haven’t had bhc in a while.” he cracks open the boxes and helps himself to a bburinkle drumstick. the second one, he shoves into iseul’s mouth, dipping sauce and all.

“so what have you been up to? any news on debut? how are things with you-know-who?” he doesn’t namedrop since iseul hasn’t said anything, but rowon’s got ears everywhere. it could just be speculation, gossip, like how most things about rowon, himself, are gossip.

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"yes!" he agrees, wanting to be loud and he's always been like that, his personality just an explosive one usually and it doesn't help that he also absolutely loves noraebang. he used to go way more often than he did now, but iseul is considering going to the coin ones near the dorm. maybe he'll drag dongha along for the fun of it.

he stares at his friend for a long moment as the other pulls out his phone to pre-listen to the song. who doesn't know bang bang bang off the top of their heads? that's crazy. /

though, he doesn't say anything and just lets dongha do it, deciding not to be impatient (for once in his life) and starts singing it under his breath. it's one of his favourite noraebang songs, so he doesn't think he'll need any help.

"the gun part!" he says, easily doing the dance to the chorus of the song. "here, i'll teach you this part real quick before we go up there." cue impromptu dance lesson.

iseul’s suggestion only hypes him up even more—that does sound like a fun suggestion! “sure!” he agrees, nodding enthusiastically. “we can be loud and make the walls shake!” okay, maybe they shouldn’t go that far, but keeping the tension high is the core essence of noraebang, in dongha’s humble ( and correct ) opinion.

“let me listen to the song again really quickly,” dongha says, pulling out his phone and playing the song on speaker, not too loud that it would disturb whoever was up. he lifts his phone close to his ear, playing the song and humming along, mumbling the lyrics under his breath.

“alright, i think i got it. the dance itself though? not so much,” he laughs. “but there’s no harm in winging it! hey, hyung, what’s the point move of this choreo?” he asks, thinking that iseul would know better than dongha anyway. “should we go in there with minimal practice?”

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karaoke is not something that iseul would ever shy away from, considering that he 1. loves attention and 2. also likes to sing. he goes to coin noraebang pretty regularly after practice, whether it be him wanting to let off some steam or if he just wants to do something other than practice his vocals properly. it's a place he can let loose and do whatever he wants, whether it sounds good or not it doesn't really matter.

but, in this case, he's already pretty excited about the party that when the karaoke part is revealed, he's entirely hype.

following after dongha as he's dragged forward, iseul's expression is bright as he takes in the challenge. "we should do something upbeat! something we can dance to? bang bang bang?"

karaoke.

at the promise of free food and drinks, dongha knew that it already sounded too good to be true. either way though, should there be a surprise waiting in store at the conference room, he’s more than confident that he’s capable of handling it! at nothing seems amiss at first, dongha scanning through the array of food being displayed across the table, wondering whether it’s fine to grab a serving yet or not. he decides no, telling himself to wait for someone else to start—just to be safe!

maybe it was a good thing he decided to wait, the reveal that they must sing one song at the karaoke machine occurring not too long after. he grabs ahold of @iseullgc, an arm around the other boy’s. “hyung, let’s do a duet!” he insists, breaking into a grin. “it’s always more fun to perform together instead of alone, right? do you have a song you want to sing?” he asks, wasting no time—who knows when they’ll be appointed the next performers! better decide quick!

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part of him wonders how hard it'll be for him to meet up with friends once he's debuted too, and he guesses he should think about how he will use his time wisely up until then. considering that he had been close but not that close, iseul doesn't really feel like he's tasted the idol life yet. and while he hopes it's not too far in the future for him, he's a little bit glad that he hadn't ended up so busy just yet.

for now, he was enjoying just doing trainee things and not having to worry too much about his public image. yet. he's sure he'll have to worry about it one day, and hopefully one day soon but for now. for now. he's not mad about not having to hide his identity when going out just yet.

because of this, iseul really does appreciate that haru had somehow had enough time to come and hang out with him so he hopes they can make the most of it today.

"you're lying," iseul says, feeling very confident in his words because he knows haru wouldn't have come out if he hadn't actively wanted to hang out. hopefully they could have fun today though, and he holds out a handful of bills.

"i already got the goods," he says, grinning and he takes haru's hand and places the 1000 won bills into it. "i was here a while ago and still had some leftover. let's go?"

honestly, haru's never really regretted becoming an idol so even though he doesn't think anything could've prepared him for how busy his life would be after debuting, he's tried to take it in stride and figure out how to work with such a packed schedule over the years. while he wouldn't exactly consider himself an expert at personal time management, he has learned to take advantage of the small pockets of freedom that appear--as brief as they may be--like if he wants to meet up with friends.

these days, there's even less full free days considering they were working on a japanese comeback set for right after they finished v&a group promotions and would be travelling there for promotions too, but somehow haru had found some time to meet up with iseul - which in itself is a miraculous feat since they hadn't really seen each other since they filmed that variety show together. for work. it was sad but also the reality they lived with, unfortunately, which is why haru didn't hesitate to agree to hanging out once a chance popped up to.

and after asking his manager, he was dropped off at the arcade they had chosen to meet up at, haru covered with a mask and hat of his own. thank god so many people dressed the same, especially during winter, because he didn't stand out at all since he was already dressed casually and in the same kind of puffer jacket that was always commonly worn by others. to make sure he didn't stick out like a sore thumb even further, he kept his head down and typed out a quick message to say he's here, only to hear a whisper next to him right after hitting send.

haru jumps in surprise, his phone almost slipping out of his hands and falling to the ground too, before he tightens his grip on it at the last second and laughs. "i hate you," is what he says in reply, smiling in amusement although it's obviously hidden behind his mask. "i'm leaving."

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Happy birthday, Wooyoung! 26.11.1999

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"you look like you're having the time of your life," iseul comments, eyeing the other's appearance up and down a dfew times. "cat got your hair? and ... everything?" he teases, stepping inside and closing the door once the bag of food is safely out of his hands.

he takes his time toeing off his shoes and finding a place for the first black cat themed piece of decor, placing it right on the table in front of him. "i brought her some snacks too, a churru and these chicken things i found that my friend's cat loves," he says, looking amused when she darts off to try to get the food from rowon immediately.

glancing around to see the bare ass fucking walls, iseul just shakes his head a little and thinks he'll have to get some other things for rowon to stick on the walls. this was kinda sad, honestly. his cat pictures might not be enough.

"uh, the bburinkle chicken. from bhc," he adds, eyes on the orange cat. was this a cat on cat size up? he feels almost intimidated.

almost.

"i was craving it, but i also got the mala one, in case you wanted spicy. or something."

MEOOOWWW!

on the other side of the door, there’s scratching. scuffling. rowon’s voice can be heard saying “down, porkie, down” as if the menacing creature that’s screeching at the top of her lungs is a dog.

she’s not, of course, but she damn near acts like one the second he opens the door. porkie, a rather plump orange cat with big, gleaming boba eyes, latches onto the bag in iseul’s hand. hell hath no fury on a cat’s determination to get to the fried chicken that’s making rowon’s stomach stir. he’d spent all morning trying to give the devil herself a bath, but to no avail as evident of his doused and disheveled appearance.

“your timing is impeccable,” rowon grunts, finally yanking iseul’s bag out of the cat’s greedy paws. “she hasn’t eaten.”

seeing the fried chicken is far out of reach, porkie turns her attention to iseul and begins pawing at his leg. it only takes a crack of a can to draw her attention. she runs off, and a few moments later, rowon emerges from the kitchen, plates in hand.

“so what kind of chicken did you get us?” please not mint chocolate. last time was traumatizing enough.

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"for you? maybe," he says, trying to keep his facial expression and tone of voice as neutral as possible. it's kind of a funny thought, though iseul admits he's kind of considering it. he doesn't really collect any photocards, if he's honest, though he does like to get the cafe drinks on his friends' birthdays specifically. and he's also gone out of his way to buy the funnier photocards he's seen online when it's haru's or yushin's but he hasn't really collected any.

will he become a collector for minki photocards?

possibly.

he doesn't really want to look into why he might do that though.

"maybe if you have a really legendary photocard i can put it in the back of my phone," iseul jokes, referring the to trend of kpop fans putting photocards in the back of their clear phone cases. he might get in trouble for it, but he would do it for the bit if he ever debuted.

he watches his friend take the selfies he had asked for, nodding seriously and he takes the phone afterwards. "see, these two are blurry," he comments, showing them to minki. "you might need to be a bit steadier when you take the picture. i like the cheek poking one though ... you could maybe puff out your cheeks for one? or pout, those are always super popular."

iseul is right, minki isn���t exactly privy to this world—he doesn’t know much about collecting. even though he’s a fan of a few artists, he never collected any photocards for himself. seldom does he have the opportunity to spend his money on physical albums, much less hunt down specific photocards of his favourite members. he’s usually satisfied with digitally listening to their music, dancing to their songs. there is a thrill in collecting these though, minki believes. he probably shouldn’t distribute… disappointing photocards.

“i’m not surprised you’re friends with a lot… are you going to be a serious collector?” he questions, teasing a little. iseul had implied that he would be, for minki’s photocards. “well, since you’re going to be one of my collectors, i guess there’s no harm in putting more effort.”

truthfully, minki doesn’t know if this lesson will click in his head. when under pressure he might still pull out the same poses anyway. “you know, if they did make a meme compilation of my one pose, maybe the video could go viral?” he reasons, although he’d not too serious with using that as his debate point.

minki blinks, laughing slightly—embarrassed that iseul had just called him handsome. “that came out of nowhere,” he comments, eyeing the camera sitting at the back of the phone. “i’m getting mixed signals. so i don’t angle it at 45 degrees?” he blinks, deciding to take a shot anyway—a few of them, actually. with variations of poses where minki touches or poses his cheek.

“alright, review please, teacher.”

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decor a starter for @rowonlgc

considering that his new year's resolution has been to reach out to more friends, he finds himself traipsing over to rowon's apartment after they had agreed on hanging out. he's actually not sure why it had taken him so long to come by, considering that after he hadn't made it into type zero, all he's really done is mope.

either way, it's been a long time since he's even talked to rowon, which is kinda weird if he's honest, but he's here to change that. he had been told to bring something to decorate the wall with (?) and snacks, so he does just that.

he has a bag full of different snacks and has ordered chicken because he can and some prints of black cats that he's going to secretly put up in a bunch of different places without the other noticing. hopefully.

knocking on the door and then ringing the doorbell a few times for good measure, iseul huffs impatiently. "your favourite canadian is here, open the door!"

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"yes," he insists, already knowing the answer and surprised that minki would question him about this. "i know you've never been a collector, but i'm friends with a lot and they always complain when their bias is in the same pose." he doesn't mention the memes of some of the members of other groups that only do one pose, having seen compilations of photocards with a person only doing one pose.

he's not going to let minki become that person. no sir!

shaking his head, iseul tuts and clicks his tongue at his friend. "you're going to debut and then the fans are going to make meme compilations of your one pose," he says seriously, shaking his head again. "we can't have that, nope, so you're going to take like. five selcas with different poses and i will evaluate," he nods.

moving to stand beside his friend but not close enough to appear in the picture, he frowns a little at the camera. "i heard the most flattering angle is 45 degrees above your head, bu you have a good face so don't use that," he says, taking minki's wrist and adjusting it until he likes what he sees on the screen.

snap & pose.

it starts off with a small comment from @iseullgc, really. nothing too major, simply iseul telling minki that he’d make a mission out of collecting minki’s photocards once he debuts. initially, minki felt touched—it’s a sweet sentiment, although he doubts iseul’s luck would favour him at every album purchase.

another thought pop up in minki’s head though, and he said it out loud at the time without much thinking. “i don’t think i know how to take selfies for those photocards,” minki had admitted, which is why iseul decided to teach him exactly how to pose now.

minki held his phone up, switching the camera to selfie mode with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “is it that urgent for me to learn now?” he questions, turning his head to iseul. the other boy seems 100% serious about this, which is why minki relented in the first place. he doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to saying no, particularly when it comes to iseul.

“i’m sure it’ll be a while until my future fans get bored of the classic peace sign pose,” he reasons, although he has a feeling it’ll fall upon deaf ears at this point.