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misaki has no business being trusted to work a camera, not when he knows damn well his current working angle isn't doing minki any favors, but that's the very thing that causes the younger boys energy to skyrocket— this was going to be fun and he was going to get minki hyped and it wasn't going matter at all that he looked like a fish right now thanks to the cameras 0.5 zoom out function! misaki would film from a normal perspective later, but right now, he needed the older boy to introduce himself with character. "you look cool, hyung! this is gonna be awesome!"

finally, misaki counts down.

"ok! three, two . . . one!" hitting record, misaki descends ( as best a his vertically challenged self can ), view locked on minki as a flurry of potential questions cross the younger boys mind. choosing to get the important basics out of the way first, misaki speaks. "who are you! what's your name and age!" less like questions and more like demands, the younger backs up just a tad. "tell us where you're from!"

it’s a good decision for the two of them to venture outside for filming, the day seems accommodating with the sun hanging over their heads in support and the lack of queuing vehicles along the roads. makes for a good backdrop, minki thinks, even though he has no knowledge when it comes to cinematography. still, he tries to dress up—casual, so that he gets the relatable vibes in-check, but clean.

misaki’s enthusiasm helps too, hopefully minki can match it once the camera starts rolling. for now though, he manages a beaming smile in return. “locked and loaded,” he shares, doing a small salute as he gets into position as he was instructed to do. “i’m ready now,” minki says. “is the camera angle okay?” he asks, but he trusts misaki’s judgement. “alright, 100% ready for sure. just tell me when you’re starting.” he hopes he can be engaging enough for the audience who will be watching this. minki can’t quite keep up with the changing trends these days, he’ll have to refresh himself sooner than later.

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*puts on cool socks* Ok ready to go

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@LGCENT just posted a photo!

WELCOME TO MY CRIB! i napped in the practice room a little bit...

#lgctrainees #lgcent #kuramotomisaki

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✰ … I'M FINE AND YOU? brushing up on their korean ( ft. @lgcxjasper ).

misaki has never been a good study, the act of needing to sit still and force information into his brain often the cause for shakey, impatient legs and the huffiest, puffiest sighs of boredom imaginable. he's not a thinker, he's a doer, but right now, everything he needed to do involved rather laborious thought, languages jumbling in his already rather hectic brain. his korean isn't bad, not by any means ( living in korea these last few years have done wonders in furthering his grasp on the language thanks to heavy immersion and practical, day-to-day growth ), it's just not up to the standard the company would like for it to be at.

well, misaki had first thought, at least jasper is here too!

jasper, one of the new potential additions to nknds lineup, someone misaki didn't know incredibly well but would know soon enough. for the foreseeable future, they're meant to spend a lot of time together, now even more so thanks to this bootcamp, so misaki sees no harm in diving headfirst when it comes to breaking the ice. even now, sat together during class as their coach watches on, misaki decides to try livening things up so as to both not fall asleep and get jasper engaged. "hello, my name is misaki, but you can call me . . . saem!" this is probably the most proper misaki has ever spoken in korean, but he's just as loud as usual. "what is your name?"

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misaki had known this was coming, preplanned actions and predetermined outcomes already plaguing his normally vacant mind as cold water douses now squeaky clean hands, and yet, there was no holding back the shrill yelp that forced its way past misakis lips meer seconds after haneul decided that now was the time to start filming. he's wide-eyed, but momentarily tensed limbs quickly relax once the younger registers that oh, it's just haneul doing what he said he'd do, and his mood morphs from one of apparent shock to intense hype.

the confetti now littering his fluffy mop of hair only heightens his mood, stray pieces fluttering around him as a wide grin overtakes his features. fists balled, he pumps them both in the air triumphantly ( all he's done is get scared, but his recovery time is nothing if not speedy, so that's a win to him ).

"it's ya boy, saem!" the words leave him happily, first in english— part of him still can't believe he's got a real stage name to use now, regardless of it having been a known nickname before. pointing at the camera, he repeats that sentence to varying degrees, his proficiency declining with each attempt as he speaks in korean, then japanese. "you caught me at an amazing time— my hands are clean, look!"

Ambush Interview

Wherein Haneul "ambushes" @lgcsaem in the bathroom for his Shall We Know short

With the GoPro in one hand and confetti in the other, Haneul suppresses his giggles as he waits for Saem to finish using the bathroom. If not for the need to preserve Saem's dignity while it's early in their career, Haneul would have agreed to Saem's idea to just open the door to the bathroom whenever he felt like it. His ears are pressed to the doors of one of the company building's many bathrooms, waiting for his cue. If someone were to see him right now, he bets he'd make quite the sight. However, he is doing this for culture and the arts (in other words: memes). Besides, Saem probably wouldn't have it any other way.

Hearing the faucet in the sink turn on, Haneul takes this as his cue to walk into the bathroom. Turning on the camera and checking if it's focused accordingly, Haneul opens the door to the bathroom and walks in accordingly. "Heeeeeeey!" He says as he makes his presence known. Once he's close enough to Saem and has his attention, Haneul begins his spiel. "Shall we know Saem begins now! Woooo!" He cheers as his other hand throws the confetti over Saem's head. He swears he'll clean it up when they're done filming.

"Let's start with an easy question. Please introduce yourself in all the languages that you know!"

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misaki has grown used to this— the hustle and bustle and constant movement being a trainee ( and, soon, debuted idol ) brought. life only seemed to be getting more hectic, more packed, and this quarter didn't seem to be any different. he wouldn't complain, however, not when everything lined up for him brought on emotions of pure fun. misaki liked keeping busy, liked always having something new, ready and waiting, his drive on a constant high.

even now, faced with the prospect of bettering his emotive skills while singing as someone who'd always viewed himself as being a dancer, misaki can't help but feel excited. he's struggling a bit, that much he doesn't think he can deny, but that does little to dampen the ever-blazing flame behind his eyes. especially when he's got wenjun with him, the two not only set as nknd members after last quarters vague uncertainties, but now, friends. wenjun had proven to be someone not only nice and fun, but also hardworking— all things misaki found to be cool.

misaki can't help the way his brows furrow as wenjun speaks, lips pulling into a small frown as he points a finger into one of the older boys arms. "i think you're a lot more confident, even if you don't think so— you think too much!" taking a moment, misaki lifts both arms high towards the sky, stretching with a relieved sigh. "if you do, then it'll just be," he starts, tone devoid of doubt. "that's why, even though i'm not really good at it yet, i wanna try a sadder song— something to cry to!" looking at wenjun, misaki frowns, eyes round and wide, expression a bit too comical to really be called sad. "hows this look?"

emotions! starter for @lgcsaem

it felt like his busiest trimester yet – an emotive singing workshop, a language workshop, and preparations for the nknd debut. nknd. at the very least though, he isn't alone this time. he turns to his side and smiles when his eyes land on misaki. misaki too, is taking the workshop with him and something about having him by his side feels a little heart warming. despite the boy being younger than him, wenjun feels as though he can rely on him.

misaki had given him great advice before, and wenjun was more than excited to have a member ( haha, member! that felt great to say! ) by his side throughout the different workshops. "this feels funny," he says, scooting closer to misaki, "ah – i meant... that we're both future members of nknd... and doing workshops together. it feels like i have someone i can rely on. i think i'm feeling a little more... confident...?" his cheeks heat up slightly, and his gaze falls onto the piece of paper, scribbled with notes in his hand.

"emotive singing though... i don't know if i'll be very good at it. i tend to focus a lot on hitting the notes while i sing, so i've never paid much attention to my facial expressions," he confesses. "how about you misaki? have you figured out what emotion you'd want to express for the evaluation?"

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one thing about misaki— he'll never say no to a fun time. for better or for worse, he's an instigator to the nth degree, a boy riddled with unhindered inhibitions and devoid of proper media training, the type to leap when asked to give a simple hop. so, it's no wonder how he's capable of adapting so quickly the moment byeongkwan unexpectedly and loudly makes himself known, camera pointed his way. it's a shock, that much can't be understated, what with the way the younger boy seems to fly, a high-pitched yelp leaving him. ordinarily, his reflexes are much better than this ( misaki can't remember the last time someone genuinely caught him by surprise ), but he spares little extra thought on that fact.

"you're being sneaky!" misakis tone is accusatory, words laced with pure amusement, not a trace of annoyance or anger at having gotten got to be found. he barely registers the older boys pained crouch, choosing to instead point and laugh. "are you doing scarecams? this time doesn't count— you didn't actually scare me, you just hurt yourself!" then, with furrowed brows and wide eyes, misaki steps closer, now pointing to the camera still held in byeongkwans hand.

"who gave you that?"

⸻ DREAM LOG ( @lgcsaem )

It's a testament to Byeongkwan's expert level powers of persuasion ( or the fact that one of the interns was totally into him ) that he'd been entrusted with one of the staff cameras for the day. He doesn't expect much use of the random footage he's collected so far - things like inhaling his breakfast, running a few miles on the treadmill, and a few clips of him screaming at his frozen laptop screen in the midst of making a new track... But he hopes he's at least mildly entertaining, though he figures a personal YouTube channel wouldn't be in the cards any time soon.

Then, enter Misaki.

"What's this? An elusive Saem in his natural habitat?" He whispers, spying the younger trainee in the hall as he was headed towards one of the USGEN practice rooms. What could be more entertaining than a little jump scare? "This is a rare find... Let's follow him... But remember, we must be very quiet or else we'll scare him o -" As if on cue, Byeongkwan loudly rams his knee against a coffee cart, barely holding onto the camera as he kneels to soothe it. So much for the element of surprise...

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misaki hasn't ever felt himself lacking— a jack of all trades despite the obvious emphasis he primarily expelled when it came to his skills as a dancer, the young boy hasn't ever felt any of his other talents as a performer weighed him down. humbly speaking ( but also not very humbly speaking because, well, this is misaki being talked about ), he knew he was a solid trainee with an extra dose of variety gold. that being said, misaki also knew he wasn't perfect, not in every aspect.

that'd partially been his initial reason for putting his name down for another round of workshops. learning for the sake of learning wasn't of interest, but learning while experiencing something new, while actually doing something, was a prospect the young boy found fun like nothing else ( and, of course, if he made improvements along the way, that was a win for everyone ).

when misaki had been told he'd be attending a workshop focusing not just on vocals, but emotive vocals, the cogs of his mind had stuttered . . . not for the first time in his life. learning that yeonwoo, of all people, was going to be his mentor had quickly revved the engine to life once more. misaki was intrigued, excited, and that feeling, even now, has yet to truly fade as the older approaches him for the first time. "they did!?" misaki can't help but exclaim, wide-eyed and imploring. his smile is second nature, hair flopping as he nods vigorously. "i really like songs that are more upbeat— emotional songs are just so slow, i feel like all i can do is just stand there and sing and not do anything else."

though normally not one to care for critics, yeonwoo is anything but— for the foreseeable future, he's not just a senior, but a teacher. a cool one at that. brows furring, misaki speaks. "how do you not feel like going crazy while just . . . standing and singing?"

BOP BOP! ( ft. @lgcsaem )

although there is a plan to follow, the first step is knowing the voices he'd be teaching to decide how to tailor the lessons for the small group. and after listening to them sing a couple of songs and taking notes, he already had an idea of which aspects to work on because the challenge presents itself in a specific group of emotions.

it doesn't worry him too much, though. it would be unfair to deny their talent or how bright the future of the next generation of idols looked with them in it. if anything, a sense of relief washed over him for being assigned to them, but it was his job to make sure they were versatile vocally, after all, despite the concept they ended up debuting with, they would have to sing a variety of songs in different occasions.

"your vocals caught my attention!" he says gently as he approaches misaki with a smile. the way he delivered the lines of the first song made even someone calm and melancholic like yeonwoo feel energetic when he listened to it. "i like your tone, especially for upbeat and bright songs. i... assume you don't sing emotional songs often?" he doesn't ask out of criticism but curiosity. "i think we can practice the timing and use of pauses and silences to make the delivery more natural. it should help to add more emphasis and impact."

yeonwoo shakes his head and lets out a small laugh as he realizes he's just saying things that probably don't make much sense. "okay, don't worry. one step at a time."

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✰ … AND, ACTION. one million takes incoming ( ft. @lgcminki ).

with the weather slowly getting nicer, it's only natural for misaki to want their filming to take place outside, foot traffic thankfully on the lower end despite the beaming sun above their heads ( all thanks to the company, of course, allowing for misaki and minki to have full reign of a secluded area ). it's still a bit chilly, but that isn't something the younger boy needs to worry about— he isn't the one who has to be on camera today, his attire comprised of comfy sweat pants, beat-up sneakers, and a pullover hoodie to fight back against the mildly chilly breeze.

misaki hasn't ever directed someone before, the prospect of interviewing someone else rather than being the interviewee a concept he finds himself rather excited to try. jumping in place slightly, wanting to amp himself up, misaki points to minki with sudden movements. "are you ready!?" his voice echoes around them, the cheer in his tone evident. phone in his other hand, misaki readies himself, legs spread starfish style beneath him as he stills himself, camera pointed at minki . . . maybe a little too closely. "ok . . . get into position!"

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to misaki, the mental and physical often felt as if they were one and the same, two parts that worked hand in hand when it came to the way people operated— a surprisingly thoughtful way of thinking for someone who seemed to not give much real thought to anything, instinct being his usual motivation, but an idea he found himself coming back to time and time again during sleepless nights. that's not to say misaki never thought, it's just that he didn't like to be ruled by thought the majority of the time. it was easy to overthink, and that's the last thing he ever wanted to do. "to be honest, i don't think i've ever really been drained before . . . i can get tired, sure, but that's nothing i can't get over."

at the older invitation, misaki finally decides it's time to let himself sit, the conversation proving to be more interesting than he thought it'd be. this was their first time really getting to speak this much, after all, even with all of the nknd preparations happening behind the scenes. misaki thinks yichen could be cool. "you know what i think . . ." narrowing his eyes, misaki begins to speak in a not-so-hushed whisper, heated conspiracies that'd been on his mind throughout the day coming back to him. "i think the other teams figured out how to cheat, that's how i lost so much."

although they were born just a few months apart, yichen often felt like he had the energy of an old man — preferring early nights and early mornings. while some trainees burned the midnight oil with rigorous training, he found himself curled up in the comfort of his bed. to compensate for this, he would rise early for practice before joining his friends for breakfast. "it sounds exhausting just hearing you talk about it," he confessed, his thoughts vocalized. "i mean, you're not wrong. it's not like they've got us chopping wood or anything. but don't you feel mentally drained, at least?"

"yeah, thankfully i managed to win at least once," he replied with a soft chuckle. being naturally competitive, his ego would've taken a hit if he hadn't secured a single victory after giving his all. "call me childish, but i'd have been grumpy all day if i hadn't won." he nodded. "games like that are always a thrill. they really get your heart racing and pump up your adrenaline." he noticed the other guy was still standing and gestured toward the nearby seats. "do you... want to take a seat or do you prefer standing?"

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misaki often found himself frequenting some of the many little scattered coincidentally around the company building, breaks between long hours of practice ( or, really, long hours of goofy antics with appropriate sprinkles of practice ) filled with snack runs— one thing about misaki? he sure did love to snack. today isn't any different, decked out in cozy sweats and a hoodie to try and stay warm against the still-chilled breezes of early spring, misaki finds himself standing before the convenience store cashier who surely knows him by name by now. the only difference is the worsening frown spreading across his features as he stares down into both pant pockets.

the problem? no wallet. no wallet and no money, the need for physical cash a current necessity on account of misaki having forgotten his phone back in the practice room he was due back in soon. he can feel the cashiers' eyes still on him, the sensation making his annoyance rise, and he's just about to let his mouth get the better of him when interference occurs.

"i know you!" those are the first words out of the younger mouth, eyes widening. gaze flowing between the cash in the others hand to his waiting contents on the counter, misaki speaks. "you know it was all those snacks i was trying to get?"

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while it wasn't impossible to see an lgc trainee outside of the lgc building, it still was unlikely to a point that it took jinyoung aback when he found himself entering a convenience store to a rather unfortunate scene unfolding. it seemed like a technological failure on all ends for the poor guy just trying to buy himself some snacks-

while walking up to the cashier with his own array of snacks, the male suddenly recalls his mother's wise words of always carrying spare cash around. while technology was advanced enough to devoid the need for actual bills and coins, in situations like these, he understood why she had taught him that piece of wisdom.

"does this cover it," he interferes without much of an introduction, holding a bunch of 10K won bills to the flabbergasted cashier.

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

this kid needs to lay off the caffeine... ㅋㅋㅋ dancers usually catch my attention right off the bat, but the second he started talking (read: screaming), my interest dried up.

a talented trainee with a personality, and some of you are annoyed?? what were you expecting him to be like after seeing how insane his moves are, omg— misaki, fighting!!

how long has legacy had him locked in their basement, he's a riot! it's been a while since once of these videos made me give a genuine chuckle ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

was that a little fang i saw popping from under his top lip?! how cute!! ♡

his dancing skills are impressive for sure, but isn't there such a thing as doing too much?

▷ 𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

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@LGCENT just posted a photo!

who DOESN'T like finding new places to eat yummy food?? 😋

#lgctrainees #lgcent #kuramotomisaki

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✰ … NO PAIN, NO GAIN. one bright idea after the next ( ft. @lgctaeha ).

bright-eyed and ready to take on the world from the moment he'd woken up that morning, misaki couldn't have ever imagined the days' timeline of events would lead him here, mouth stuffed to the brim with the spiciest ramyeon he'd had yet to try. all he hears is red, an unnaturally radioactive hue most people would have the common sense to steer clear from, but misaki was on a mission— no, they were on a mission.

the goal? emotional expression!

the younger could already feel the corners of his eyes beginning to well up with tears, a familiar tingling sensation tickling at the tip of his nose, but the harsh burn atop his lips and tongue drowned everything else out. geez, why did he mix in the whole packet?! not wanting anything to linger, misaki swallows the lump of noodles he'd been so confident he could handle in the name of experimentation, but little relief is felt— every desperate gasp for cooling air only makes the fires burn hotter, and for a moment, he forgets why they were doing this to begin with. "taeha, quick! play the music, i'm crying!" his voice is pitched, a mix of panic, excitement, and pain.

with a stuttering inhale, he readys himself to sing— only to cough violently. ok, maybe this plan was a bust . . .

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misakis reaction comes without much thought, his head turning just a fraction as he tries to bite at the hand seyoon has placed on his face, nose scrunched into something endearingly dastardly. his teeth don't connect, but he's sure the clack! of his enamel can be heard by any of the other boys who happen to be close by. it's an empty threat ( even categorizing it as a threat wasn't necessarily right, not when misaki was simply playing around, something he knew the older boy would pick up on ), one that leaves him grinning. "two weeks without pulling any stunts is way too generous— be happy i begged at all!"

nose scrunching once again at seyoons acceptance of his performance, misaki feels happy. he'd not thought about this much what with just how busy he'd been lately, but he'd missed getting to hang out with the older like this the way he'd grown so used to. "if you do it with me, that'll up the ante even more. i don't think anyone would say no if we both begged!"

reaching down to take another sip of his drink, misakis eyes scan their surroundings, mirroring the other's actions. it's been a long time since he's been on an excursion like this, and despite the epic highs and lows regarding the games they'd played throughout the weekend, misaki thinks he'd be happy doing something like this again.

Seyoon laughed.

“My goodness.” Four pleases in a row? Misaki must really want this - Seyoon was appreciative. He wiped his hands clean with a napkin before leaning over to have a closer look at this adorable pleading look, eyes narrowed as if judging its professional quality. “Come now, aren’t I worth two weeks?” He grinned, sliding a hand under Misaki’s chin and pressing his thumb into the other’s plump cheek.

“Ah, well, it would have worked on me. Manager Seyoon gives up!” He pulled back and raised both of his hands into the air. “Manager Seyoon says you can have whatever you want, whenever you want, for being so goddamn cute.” Thankfully, Seyoon wasn’t actually a Legacy manager, or else his decision just now would undoubtedly generate more chaos than this world could handle.

“Man, I wish we could stay for another week.” Seyoon turned his head, looking at the beautiful nature that surrounded them. This beat training in the same old practice rooms and everyone looked happier. Despite having been forced to live like a monk, he felt…pretty good.