#day6: interview

[day6source]

DAY6 Melon Spotlight Interview

Q. During the preparation period for [Band Aid], what moment would you like to spotlight the most?

(Sungjin) The set of the music video! (Young K) I think it was the moment when I felt that I had grown more while preparing for the album, and at the same time, I felt that I still have a lot of things to to work on! (Wonpil) I still remember the time when I was recording the vocals for ‘Monster’. I tried to sing with deeper emotions than I had before. As I tried to put myself in the position of this song in order to feel and sing it that way, I myself was in pain. I think it will be a song I'll become attached to. (Dowoon) I want to spotlight all the moments when the hyungs worked together while taking care of each other.

Q.What song do you want to play in the spotlight the most in Band Aid? (Except for the title track)

(Sungjin) 'Monster', Everyone has wondered at least once, ‘Is there something wrong with me?’ I think it's a good song to create empathy, just like zombies. (Young K) Outside of the title track it's 'Monster'! I personally love this song the most, and I hope it can comfort others as it's comforted me. (Wonpil) It's 'Monster'! I like this song because it's a title track candidate and it's very powerful. I think it's an emotional and is a song that leaves an impression. (Dowoon) 'Monster'. As I listened to the lyrics, I found it amazing that the song was written from this perspective.

Q. Is there a verse you would like to spotlight in ‘Melting Down’

(Sungjin) The beginning of the chorus! ‘Uncontrollably I am melting down softly’ (Young K) ‘You're my luck’ I think that all luck coincides and makes it so we’re able to be together, and I think it is the greatest luck to be able to convey say such words during this miraculous moment. (Wonpil) ‘With caring eyes’~ ‘You’ve appeared’~ (Dowoon) ‘Uncontrollably I am melting down softly’

Q. What scene would you like to spotlight most in this ‘Melting Down’ music video?

(Sungjin) I haven’t seen it yet, so I don’t know how it will turn out… I want to spotlight every part! (Young K) The color exploding with the audience. It made me think that I would like to perform on a stage like that someday in the future. (Wonpil) The scene where we play while colorful colors explode! (Dowoon) I remember the audience really enjoying all the colors.

Q. Which photo do you want to make the most spotlight out of the jacket images?

(Sungjin) The picture I took on my bed! (Young K) When we were all in a white circle against a blue background! I was so impressed. (Wonpil) This picture! [x] (Dowoon) My bathtub scene. [x]

[monstermp3]

BONUS:

"I'm not scared of anything when we're together. I feel invincible. Like I can accomplish anything in confidence, good fun, and trust. Of course when we work, there'll be times when we feel stressed and sensitive and we fight. But we move forward by protecting what we have to. We may stumble as life goes on, but as long as I'm with my hyungs, even failing together wouldn't be so bad." — DOWOON, TOP CLASS MAGAZINE INTERVIEW, 2024

[brianskangs]

the secret behind young k's heartbreaking lyrics...?

[feelbokkie]

I know Seungmin said no to other idol’s concerts and that he’d rather have us do fan calls with other idols than go to a concert bc fan calls are short but I want to win a fan call with Seungmin and ask if if we can go to a Day6 concert specifically and just watch him short circuit

[faunandfloraas]

certain contingent of minsungers have been having an absolute time over the 2min duet since it was announced, just freaking out about it, lee knows being forced to do this, minsungs being oppressed, etc. etc. seungmin's an evil villain, lee know hates him etc. etc. want so bad was suppressed blah blah and the thing is- im not shocked, ive seen this behaviour for ages now and i expect it. whats offending me at this point is no one ever mentions han and seungmin's dynamic. like okay be a lunatic and hate seungmin and freak out about lee know writing a song, fine- why does han never rate a mention? why does respirator and its sweet little lyrics never rate a mention if we're talking about unit songs. also respirator was the song the company wouldnt release for a yr and both han and seungmin had to repeatedly bring it up so lol cmon now han and seungmin are cute enough to rate a mention, put a lil respect on seungsung now.

[briankang]

chris in the kitten interview = brian w/ all those tiny ass dogs on dekira send tweet

[daily-twice-content]

20240618 {RADIO} KBS CoolFM Day6 Kiss the Radio

[kpop]

K-Pop Spotlight: DAY6

Come one, come all to a K-Pop Spotlight that is sure to dazzle and delight ’til the final curtain. This week, all eyes are on DAY6 following the release of their eighth mini-album, Fourever, and brand new title track, "Welcome to the Show." We caught up with the band to discuss their goals as they approach their 10th anniversary and their ever-growing connection to their fans through their music. Check out our full interview below!

Tracks like “Welcome to the Show,” “The Power of Love,” and “Get The Hell Out” seem to have very different themes. Can you tell us a little about how these songs relate to each other and what aspects make this album cohesive?

SUNGJIN: As we pursue the idea of being a 'band that sings every moment,' it seems like our albums, including the recent one, prioritize diversity in songs and situations rather than unity. Consequently, our albums contain various genres and narratives. However, there seems to be a commonality in most songs, depicting situations that everyone has either gone through or might experience.

Young K: First and foremost, I would say this album is a compilation of the best songs we could create. There's definitely a theme of love running through it. "Welcome to the Show," "The Power of Love," and "Get The Hell Out" all talk about the concept of love.

What goes into creating titles for DAY6 songs and albums, especially those that don’t come directly from your lyrics? Do you find it hard to condense the intentions and themes of a song into a title?

Young K: While there have been cases like that, all the songs on this album came from the lyrics. Sometimes, when choosing a title, we select the one that best describes the song—other times, we choose to give it a twist or make it more intriguing.

WONPIL: Naming songs involves a lot of deliberation. We often contemplate which title will catch the eye and capture the song's essence. Usually, we try to take it from a verse in the chorus. This can be a challenging part of the songwriting process.

Is there a creative project you’ve always wanted to work on but haven’t gotten the chance/found the time?

SUNGJIN: I'm very curious, and have a principle of "trying to experience as much as possible." There are so many things I want to try musically and personally, especially among the things I know but haven't tried yet.

DOWOON: I hope we can have a song that we can collaborate on with My Day, like a choir.

What does your work/studio setup look like? Where do you feel the most creatively inspired?

DOWOON: We try to keep the studio as tidy as possible and make it comfortable for practice sessions.

WONPIL: When working on songs, we talk a lot. We get inspiration from little conversations, joking around, sharing stories, and listening to music from various eras regardless of genre while giving opinions. We also try to build emotional connections with the songs. There’s a lot of communication going on. The songwriting process takes place in the studio of our long-time collaborator, composer Hong Jisang, with whom we've been working together since our debut.

How do you want to evolve as a musician/producer?

Young K: I want to be eagerly anticipated and awaited as an artist. Without those who wait for us, we wouldn't release or even step onto the stage. So I’m always thankful for My Day.

WONPIL: My biggest goal is to make good music for My Day and the public, so I think I'll continue to ponder. When working on songs, I pour my sincerity into them. I constantly strive to express this sincerity musically, fully capturing the emotions I want to convey. I hope to create songs that can still be listened to even after 10 or 20 years.

Design your own Tumblr blog: choose an aesthetic, a blog name, and would you be a frequent poster or lurker?

SUNGJIN: I think I’ll use it to catch up on friends' updates. For the blog name, THUMB BLUR sounds good to me. I might end up being a lurker who never posts.

DOWOON: Maybe a blog for plants? I think I'll post it like a diary.

Want more DAY6? Check out their new mini album Fourever and the music video for the title track “Welcome to the Show,” both out now!

[angstama]

04: traitor | l.jn

pairing: lee jeno x f!reader (ft. mark lee)

genre: angst, pure heartache, slight fluff!

synopsis — when jeno asked you to make his bride’s dress, it was more than fabric and lace—it was a reckoning. you never thought you'd be asked to create the wedding dress for the man you once loved, not after everything that had happened between the two of you. five years have passed since jeno walked out of your life, and now, he stands before you again—asking for a favour that stirs old memories and emotions you've tried to bury.

a/n: part 4 was a little painful to write... would love to take in questions regarding the characters themselves if there's anyone interested in having a interview like session with them~ as always, thank you so much for the support so far! <3 i had this song from day6 on replay while writing this! the lyrics really omg pain

chapter music: right through me - day6

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the studio door shut with a soft click, the kind that barely made a sound but somehow echoed loud in your chest.

they were gone. for now.

you leaned back against the table, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding during the entire consultation. mark moved around the room in his usual quiet rhythm, gently stacking the sketchbooks, collecting loose fabric swatches, returning things to their places without a word.

you glanced at him. he didn’t say anything. he just gave you that familiar glance, like you good? and you answered back with a tired nod. sort of.

“you did good,” he said quietly, still focused on organizing the clutter. “jeno didn’t even blink when i talked about the tux. like i was born to design it.”

a soft chuckle escaped you. “you kind of were.”

he smiled, not pushing further. just let the silence stretch out a little before he asked, “you thinking about the dress?”

you followed his gaze to the corner of the studio—the untouched mannequin, still standing bare. the sketches had been finished for days, detailed and carefully thought out. but the actual dress... that was a different beast altogether.

“yeah,” you said, voice low. “i think i’ve been avoiding it.”

he didn’t press. didn’t offer advice. just waited, hands resting loosely on the back of a chair, like he knew you needed to say it in your own time.

“she said she wanted something dreamy. soft, with flower lace. and i knew, right then, that it wasn’t just any dress she was describing—it was almost like mine. not exactly, but... the feeling.”

mark finally looked up. his expression wasn’t concerned, just open. patient. “you’re not going to make her the same dress, though.”

you shook your head. “no. i can’t. i won’t. but the way she talks about love, about her future—it reminds me so much of who i was when i thought i had it all figured out.”

you moved closer to the mannequin, arms crossed. “she’s golden, mark. not in a perfect way. but quiet. like the kind of sunlight that sneaks into your room in the morning. soft, and warm. and kind. you want to be annoyed by it, but you can’t. because it feels like something you didn’t know you needed.”

there was a pause. you looked at him, the guilt sitting in your throat like a stone.

“she’s everything jeno needs. maybe even what he should’ve had from the start.”

mark didn’t say anything for a moment. then, slowly, he moved toward your worktable and picked up the lace you’d set aside days ago. he walked over to you, holding it out—not forcing, just offering.

“you don’t have to rush,” he said. “but if you’re ready... maybe just start with this.”

you looked at the fabric in his hands. familiar, delicate, full of all the feelings you’d tried not to name.

and then you reached out and took it.

“yeah,” you said softly. “we can try."

you finally went home while the sun was still out for the first time in a while. the golden rays filtered through the trees, casting a warm glow on the pathway that led up to your door. it was a small moment of peace in the chaos that had been consuming you, and as you stepped inside, the familiar scent of home wrapped around you, easing the weight in your chest just a little.

the moment you opened the door, a familiar sound made your heart flutter—a soft bark followed by the pitter-patter of tiny paws on the wooden floor. before you could even process it, polo came bounding toward you, tail wagging furiously. his fur had grown a little longer, but his eyes still held that same playful, innocent gleam that always made your heart melt.

“polo!” you exclaimed, dropping your bag at the door and kneeling down to scoop him up into your arms. you buried your face into his soft fur, laughing as he licked your cheek in excitement. the overwhelming sense of relief that washed over you was instant. it felt like you could finally breathe again.

you missed polo greatly. polo was the dog you and jeno had adopted together and he's been living at your parents’ place for a while now ever since your work schedule got too hectic to care for him properly. a part of you guilty for keeping him away from you for so long but you knew it was the right thing to do for now with everything that've been consuming you.

it was a saturday morning, and you were in the middle of one of your usual weekend brainstorming sessions with jeno. the two of you had always talked about getting a dog—how you’d both wanted a companion for years—but it always seemed like something you’d do “someday.” that day, however, jeno had a mischievous glint in his eye.

“hey, how about we actually get a dog today?” he suggested casually, as if it wasn’t the most outlandish thing he’d ever said.

you stared at him, trying to gauge if he was joking. "wait... what?"

“yeah, why not? let's go pick one out. i mean, we’ve talked about it enough,” he said, already pulling out his phone, looking up puppy adoption sites as though he’d planned it all out.

“are you serious right now?” you laughed, almost incredulous. but his grin was enough to convince you he was, indeed, dead serious.

an hour later, you found yourselves standing outside an adoption center, staring down at a small, scruffy puppy who was jumping up and down in excitement. jeno, with his usual practicality, eyed the puppy, evaluating its energy levels with a nod of approval.

“this one,” he said, pointing at the puppy, who immediately ran over to you, licking your hand with its tiny paws. you bent down to pet it, instantly charmed by the little creature.

“wait, jeno... how do we know it’s the right one?” you asked, still trying to process the fact that you were about to adopt a puppy—just like that.

“because he’s got the energy to match ours,” jeno said with a smirk, “plus, he’s got that ‘polo’ look to him.”

you blinked. “polo?”

“yeah,” jeno shrugged, “like the sport. fast, energetic, playful. fits him perfectly, don’t you think?”

you stared at the puppy as it hopped around in circles, full of life and excitement. jeno was right—it definitely had that “polo” vibe.

“alright, polo it is,” you grinned, already in love with the little guy. "he's ours now."

“hell yeah, he is,” jeno laughed, holding out his hands for the puppy to jump into. "welcome to the family, buddy."

and just like that, polo became a part of your world. the three of you left the adoption center, jeno carrying polo as you both laughed at how spontaneous the whole thing was. from that day on, the little puppy brought a burst of joy and chaos into your lives, just like jeno did—and in some ways, he became a living reminder of how you’d always said “someday,” but had ended up doing it today, without hesitation.

"looks like someone's missed you," your mom’s voice rang out from the kitchen, her tone light and warm. you looked up to see her standing there, smiling softly. you blinked, surprised to see her standing in your doorway. she didn't live with you, but there she was, and it made your chest tighten with a strange, bittersweet mix of emotions.

“mom? what are you doing here?” you asked, still holding polo close.

“i was just passing by," she said with a smile, but her eyes twinkled as she added, "polo here kept looking out the window for you, so i thought i’d bring him over. it seemed like you might need some company."

you stared at her for a moment, her words settling in. polo had been the one who made her decide to visit. the thought made you smile softly. in some ways, it felt like he understood you better than you understood yourself.

“thanks for bringing him," you said, standing up and walking toward her. "i didn’t realize how much i missed him until now.”

your mom nodded, her eyes softening as she looked at you. “i can tell. it’s been a while since we had a proper catch-up, hasn’t it?”

“yeah, it has.” you smiled, but the weight of everything that had been weighing on you lately pressed on your chest again.

she noticed, of course. she always did. without asking, she moved toward the stove and began pulling out containers of food, a gesture you’d grown so familiar with over the years. "i made dinner," she said casually. "thought you might need a proper meal."

you walked over to the table, feeling your stomach rumble at the thought of real food for the first time in what felt like forever. the simple, comforting scents of stir-fried vegetables and a warm broth were a welcome change from the stress and tension of the past few days.

you sat down, your mom joining you across the table. as you dug into the meal she’d prepared, the quiet hum of the kitchen felt like a balm for your overworked mind. polo, now content to curl up at your feet, added a sense of calm to the atmosphere.

after a few minutes of eating in comfortable silence, your mom set down her chopsticks and turned her gaze toward you. “so, how’s everything going? you’ve been keeping to yourself a lot lately.”

you put your chopsticks down too, meeting her gaze. there was no point in pretending everything was fine anymore. “actually well... there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you.”

she raised an eyebrow, her expression soft but expectant. “go ahead, sweetheart.”

you took a deep breath, then, almost without realizing it, the words came spilling out. “i’m helping jeno. he's getting married... to her, wheein. and i'm designing his wedding outfits, including her wedding dress."

you could see the shift in her eyes. it was subtle, but there was a warmth there, like she understood without needing to ask more. after all, she had witnessed the love story that you and jeno shared, and the heartbreak that shattered you completely.

“jeno, huh?” she said softly, a nostalgic smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “you always had a soft spot for him. even when you two weren’t together.”

you paused, looking down at your hands as the memory of it all flickered through your mind. “yeah. it’s... it’s complicated, mom. helping him with all this, seeing him again, after everything... i don’t know if i should be doing it. or if it’s the right thing to do.”

your mom didn’t rush to fill the silence. she just sat with you, giving you space to process the words you were saying. when she finally spoke, her voice was steady and gentle. “sweetheart, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. but helping jeno, creating something beautiful for him and wheein—it sounds like something you’ve been called to do, even if it doesn’t feel that way at first.”

you shook your head, unable to fully articulate the knot in your chest. “i just feel like... like i’m holding onto something that wasn’t even mine to hold on to. and maybe it’s too late. maybe i’m just not ready.”

“no one ever really knows when they’re ready, darling,” your mom said, her voice soft but strong. “but you’ll figure it out, just like you always do. you’ve always had a way with turning pain into something beautiful—your designs, your work. this isn’t any different.”

her words settled around you like a warm blanket. you hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear them until that moment. for the first time in a long while, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could stop carrying the weight of everything by yourself.

you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “thanks, mom,” you whispered, feeling the knot loosen just a little.

“anytime, sweetheart,” she said, smiling softly as she reached across the table, her hand brushing yours in quiet reassurance. "just remember, you're more than your work. you're more than this whole mess with jeno. don’t lose yourself in it."

as your mom got up to leave, you hesitated for a moment, your gaze drifting to polo, who was resting comfortably on your lap, looking at you with those big, soulful eyes. a sudden warmth filled your chest. oh how precious and just how much you missed him—how much you missed the comfort of his presence, the way he could make everything feel just a little bit easier.

albeit he was a byproduct of your and jeno’s happier days, polo had also been your greatest comfort when everything fell apart. he’d been there through the highs and the heartache, the laughter and the silence. and now, you couldn’t imagine leaving him behind again—not when he’d stayed by your side through it all.

you stood up, walking toward your mom as she gathered her things. "hey, um... would it be okay if i kept polo with me for a while?" your voice was quieter than usual, but there was a gentle pleading in it, the kind that only your mom would recognise.

she paused, looking at you thoughtfully, then followed your gaze to polo. she smiled softly, that knowing, maternal smile that always made you feel like everything would be alright. "of course, sweetheart. you don't even have to ask, he’s yours!" she brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "he’ll keep you company, and i know he’s good for you."

a wave of gratitude washed over you as you nodded. "thanks, mom. it’ll be good to have him here."

with a final squeeze of your shoulder, she picked up her bag and made her way to the door. but before stepping out, she turned to you once more. “you sure you don’t want to talk to jeno? sometimes saying things out loud can make the ache settle a little easier.”

you offered her a small smile, already shaking your head. “i don’t think there’s anything left to say.”

she didn’t argue. she just gave you one last look—the kind that wrapped around your heart like a hug—and nodded. “alright. just remember you’re not alone in this, y/n.”

and then she was gone.

as soon as the door clicked shut behind her, you turned back to polo, who was now wagging his tail, excited for the attention.

"hey, buddy," you said, bending down to pet him, your fingers running through his soft fur. "you and me, huh? we’re in this together."

polo gave a little bark, his tail wagging furiously. you smiled, letting the comfort of his presence settle over you. for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel so alone in your thoughts. with him by your side, maybe things could be okay, even if just for tonight.

later that evening, you decided to take polo out for a walk. the sun had dipped just below the horizon, leaving the sky streaked in soft pastels. the air was cool, a little breezy—just enough to tug gently at your sleeves as you strolled down familiar paths.

polo trotted ahead of you, tail wagging like he had all the joy in the world stored in his little body. it felt nice, getting out, no thoughts of deadline hovering over your head, no thoughts of gown waiting for stitches. just the sound of leaves rustling and polo’s paws padding against the sidewalk.

but then, without warning, polo perked up—ears high, body alert—and bolted.

"polo!" you called, instinct kicking in as you broke into a jog after him. "hey, wait—come back!"

he didn’t stop. instead, he raced across the grass toward a figure by the benches. someone tall, familiar. someone you hadn’t seen in days, maybe weeks, not like this—not outside of fitting rooms or quiet studio corners.

you slowed when you recognised him.

lee jeno.

he was crouched down by the time you caught up, already scratching behind polo’s ears like it was second nature. polo, of course, was basking in it—completely ignoring the fact that he had nearly dragged you into a panic.

“hey, buddy,” jeno laughed, rubbing behind his ears. “long time no see, huh?”

you slowly came to a stop, heart pounding—not from the run, but the sight of him. jeno stood up straight, brushing fur off his jacket, his eyes already meeting yours.

"hey." he smiled. not out of politeness, but like he couldn’t help it. "he still remembers me, huh?" jeno looked up with a small smile, eyes soft.

you caught your breath, brushing hair from your face. "yeah... apparently a little too well."

there was a pause. the two of you looking at polo adoringly before snapping back to reality.

"i’ve never seen you around here before," you said, voice cautious but laced with genuine surprise. "i mean... i walk this park almost every week. i didn’t think you lived close.

jeno looked at you, a bit amused. "i live just two streets down..." he stood up slowly, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. "guess we’ve just been missing each other."

you nodded, unsure of what to say. the sight of him here, so familiar and casual, was unexpected—too normal for how complicated everything still felt inside.

polo sat between the two of you now, tail sweeping back and forth, completely unaware of the quiet tension. or maybe he knew. maybe he was trying to fix something in the only way he knew how.

jeno looked at you carefully, almost cautiously. “do you… wanna get a drink or something? there’s that pet friendly café just across the street.”

you looked at him, truly looked, and saw someone familiar but distant—like a song you used to know all the lyrics to, now just playing faintly in the background of a memory.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” you said gently. “i’ve got things to finish. and…” you paused, eyes falling to polo, then back to him. “i don’t think we’re at that place anymore.”

jeno nodded once. not with disappointment, but with understanding. he knew.

he didn’t press. didn’t try to convince you. there was something almost reverent in the way he stepped back, like he didn’t want to disturb what little calm you’d found which almost made you feel bad instantly.

you saw how his hands were tucked in his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched like he was bracing for a storm that might not come. he wasn’t asking for much—not forgiveness, not a second chance. just a conversation.

just a little space to exist with you again, even if it was only across a table, with coffee cooling between you.

“okay,” you said softly.

his head lifted.

“just one drink,” you added quickly, before he could mistake it for something else. “we can talk.”

and something in his expression settled—not joy, not triumph, but something gentler. quieter. like a weight he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying had lightened, if only by a little.

“thank you,” he said.

you gave a small nod, eyes flickering to polo. “he did this on purpose, you know.”

jeno laughed, a low sound that made your chest ache a little. “he’s always been smarter than us.”

you didn’t argue.

as the two of you walked slowly toward the little café on the corner—polo proudly leading the way—your steps didn’t feel as heavy anymore. maybe it was time to talk. not to reopen wounds, but to stitch them closed.

you weren’t sure what would come of it. but for now, you pray that you have the strength to pull through whatever it's coming for you.

the bell above the café door chimed softly as you stepped inside, the scent of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries curling around you like a familiar memory. polo padded in beside you, tail wagging like he owned the place. jeno followed a few steps behind, respectfully quiet, his hands brushing the sides of his jacket like he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

you chose a table by the window—out of habit maybe, or maybe because you needed the distraction of watching people go by, just in case the silence between you and jeno got too loud.

“americano on the rocks for you?” he asked gently, already halfway to the counter.

you nodded without looking at him. he still remembered.

jeno stood in line, eyes fixed ahead, but his thoughts flickered back to you like a film reel. the way you’d smiled at polo, the careful way your shoulders carried weight they didn’t used to. there was distance in your gaze now—measured and intentional. he wasn’t foolish enough to mistake this moment for hope. but still, he was grateful you said yes.

you, meanwhile, sat with your hands folded in your lap, thumb nervously brushing your knuckles. the chair beneath you felt solid, but your thoughts were anything but. you weren’t sure what to say, or why you were even here, really. maybe to prove to yourself that you could be.

jeno came back with two mugs and a glass of water, like he still remembered your caffeine made you thirsty. he placed the drinks down with quiet precision before taking the seat across from you.

“thanks,” you murmured, wrapping your hands around the cup.

for a while, neither of you spoke. it wasn’t uncomfortable—not yet. it was the kind of silence that felt like it was waiting for the right words to arrive.

“so…” he began, then hesitated. “i was surprised to see polo.”

you smiled faintly. “he’s been staying with my mom. she came by just earlier and i don't know... i just wanted him to stay with me again for awhile.”

“ah i see... that's nice.” jeno nods, “he always calmed you down.”

your eyes flicked up to meet his, unsure what to do with the way he said that—like he knew parts of you you’d worked hard to forget.

“yeah. he still does,” you said softly.

jeno looked down at his coffee. “i miss him.”

you could hear the unspoken second half of the sentence. i miss you, too.

but he didn’t say it. and maybe that’s what made it easier to stay.

“he remembers you,” you said instead. “he ran straight to you like no time had passed.”

jeno gave a small smile, eyes warming. “dogs are good at that. forgiveness.”

you didn’t answer. because you weren’t ready to talk about forgiveness—not yours, not his.

“how’s… work?” he asked after a pause.

you snorted lightly. “intense. stressful. emotional. the usual.”

jeno’s expression twisted in something between guilt and fondness. “i didn’t think you’d agree to this. designing… everything.”

you shrugged. “i didn’t either. but i did.”

he nodded slowly, his eyes not meeting yours. “wheein… was the one who suggested your studio,” he said softly, eyes fixed on the table between you. “i didn’t know it was yours. not at first.”

you blinked. that hadn’t come up before. not during the meetings. not in the silences. not when you stared at the sketchbook wondering how the hell you were supposed to draw the silhouette of someone else’s forever.

“when she said she wanted something different,” he continued, “something with more heart, more story… she showed me your brand, and something about it felt familiar. too familiar.”

you said nothing, letting him speak, though your fingers curled a little tighter around polo’s leash.

“i clicked through the pages,” he went on, his voice quieter now. “saw the seams in the way you write. the little details you always loved. i think my heart stopped when i saw the logo.”

he looked up then, and it was like seeing a younger version of him—one that had wandered into something he didn’t expect, and didn’t know how to walk back from.

“i didn’t tell her right away. i didn’t know if i should. but she loved your work. and i…” he paused. “i think i knew you’d say no. so i didn’t reach out. but when she emailed and your assistant replied with a yes... i just held my breath and waited.”

you felt your heart tighten. there it was — that strange twist of fate that had brought them here, to your doorstep, despite everything.

jeno continued, his voice low, "it wasn’t just about the wedding anymore. it was... seeing your name, your work, and knowing that i was going to ask you to help her. to help us. and i didn’t know if that was even fair to you."

you stayed silent, taking in his words. part of you still wanted to retreat, to protect yourself from this conversation that had been years in the making. but there was a part of you that was tired of running, tired of holding onto the past in silence.

“i never meant to hurt you,” he said gently. not the kind of gentle born from caution—but from knowing. from history. “and i don’t think there’s a way to say all this right. but i want to try.”

you didn’t speak. not yet. your eyes were on him, steady and unreadable, though your heart fluttered against your ribs like a bird that hadn’t yet decided if it was safe to fly.

“loving you never stopped feeling like home,” he said. “and for a long time, i thought that was enough.”

“i never wanted to fall for wheein,” his voice was low, tender—like he was speaking into a quiet that had lasted far too long. “i kept choosing you. again and again. even when things felt… off. i told myself that love is a choice, and i kept making it. until one day, it didn’t feel like love anymore. it felt like duty. and that terrified me.”

you could feel your heart tightening, that familiar ache in your chest, like it had never left. you had tried to move on too, hadn’t you? you’d spent so many sleepless nights telling yourself that it was for the best, that this wasn’t meant to be, that everything had a reason. but now, with his words — with the way he was looking at you — you realised just how much you were still holding on.

your heart wanted to leap into your throat, and your mind screamed at you to stop, to tell him that this conversation was too much. that you couldn’t do this.

but he kept talking.

"i kept trying to hold on to something that was slipping away," he said quietly. "and when I realised that... i knew i had to make a choice. not just for me, but for everyone involved. it hurt. it still does. but I had to let go."

“i never stopped loving you,” jeno added, his voice thick with emotion. “but it wasn’t the kind of love that could keep us together.”

the words hit you like a blow to the chest. you swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the way your hands were trembling. you looked at jeno, at the man who used to mean everything to you, and something in your chest twisted painfully.

“jeno,” you started, your voice shaking just slightly, “i don’t think i’m ready for this.” you forced yourself to meet his eyes, to say the words that had been building up inside of you. “i don’t think i’m ready to hear about... her. about your choices. about anything that’s... not us.”

jeno’s eyes softened, regret flickering in his eyes. “i’m not trying to hurt you, y/n. i just wanted you to know where i stood. to explain. i know we can’t change what happened, but i wanted you to understand why it happened.”

the pain in his voice was real, and you could hear it, but the more he spoke, the more you realised that the hurt in your chest wasn’t from him. it was from you. from still feeling so in love with him. from not being ready to let him go. you hadn’t realised it until now, but the reality of it crashed into you like a wave, and you couldn’t ignore it.

“you can’t just explain it away,” you whispered, fighting to keep your voice even. “it’s not that simple, jeno. not for me.”

he leaned in, his gaze never leaving yours. you could see the pain in his eyes, a reflection of your own. “i never meant for this to be so painful."

you nodded slowly. “you’re right. it was hurtful. not because you moved on. but because i was left with all the pieces. and then asked to dress them up.”

that made his head lift, and his eyes brimmed with regret. “i’m sorry. truly. for all of it.”

you held his gaze for a long moment, and when you spoke again, your voice was softer.

“i won’t pretend i’m not still hurting. or that i don’t still carry you with me in so many small, quiet ways.” you paused, choosing your words carefully. “but i also know love isn’t about possession. it’s about care. even when it hurts. even when it ends.”

jeno blinked, visibly moved. he hadn’t expected your grace. he didn’t feel like he deserved it.

the silence settled again, not heavy this time, just... still. like both of you had said what needed to be said, even if it didn’t fix anything. maybe it wasn’t meant to.

you stood slowly, and polo stirred beneath the table, giving a soft stretch and shake before looking up at you with those expectant eyes. jeno stood too, his hands gently resting on the edge of the table like he didn’t quite know what to do with them anymore.

you looked at him for a long second, then offered a small, lopsided smile — the kind you hadn’t worn in a while. the kind that wasn’t full of joy, but had a spark of something lighter buried in it.

“you know,” you said, tugging lightly on polo’s leash, “if i had known we’d run into each other like this, i might’ve at least brushed my hair.”

jeno blinked, then let out a quiet, breathy laugh, his shoulders relaxing. “you look fine,” he said, and then added, a little more softly, “you always do.”

you rolled your eyes, amused despite yourself. “still smooth with the compliments, huh?”

he smiled, and for a flicker of a second, you saw the old jeno — the one who made you laugh at 2am over burnt popcorn and bad movie marathons. the one who once said your laugh was his favorite sound.

but that was then.

now, you gave him a gentle nod as you reached for the café door but then paused. a small thought surfaced — not cold, not distant. just something that needed to be said.

you turned halfway, your hand still on the handle, eyes meeting jeno’s once more.

“by the way,” you said, voice soft but steady, “don’t forget about the fitting. we'll let you know when it's ready."

jeno blinked, then nodded slowly. “right. the tux.”

you offered him the faintest smile, a flicker of professionalism wrapped in something more human. “mark will handle most of it. i’ll just be there to supervise.”

a quiet beat passed between you both — an unspoken understanding that this, too, was part of the process. part of closing the loop.

“i’ll be there,” he said, his voice sincere.

you gave a small nod, then reached down to ruffle polo’s head. “alright, buddy. time to go.”

jeno watched you go — the door chimed softly as it swung open, and the evening air greeted you with a hush. the moon hung low in the sky, pale and full, casting a silvery glow over the quiet street. polo padded ahead, tail wagging, completely unaware of the weight in your chest. you let him lead the way.

you didn’t look back. but if you had, you would've have seen jeno still sitting there, framed by the café window, shoulders heavy with memory, eyes fixed on the place where you had just stood — as if trying to hold on to something that was no longer his to keep.

to be continued...

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[day6source]

DAY6 x 8seconds : Edition | DAY6's Real Life Story

SUNGJIN

Q. What kind of child were you when you were young? > An active and bright kid with lots of dreams, curiosity, and a lot he wanted to do. But also shy, timid, and self-conscious. Q. You're suddenly given 3 days of vacation, what are you going to do? > Hm... if it's a sudden vacation maybe just sleep in or do small things to relieve stress? I think I'd try and travel if I was able to prepare.

YOUNG K

Q. What superpowers would you like to have and why? > Teleport. Seoul is so congested. Q. What kind of child were you when you were young? > An independent kid who always ran ahead of his parents. He really concentrated when it came to things he liked, but would lose interest super quickly.

WONPIL

Q. What's the difference between you in your 20s and you in your 30s? > I feel much more determined about what I want to protect. For example the DAY6 members, and My Day who always support us. Q. What superpowers would you like to have and why? > The power to not have to sleep! Even if I have a lot of schedules, I could always be energetic and my voice wouldn't be in bad condition just because I didn't sleep.

DOWOON

Q. You're suddenly given 3 days of vacation, what are you going to do? > Take a dip in the ocean at a quiet and scenic spot on Jeju Island. Q. What is your favorite item and why? > Four-leaf clover from My Day. I always feel comforted whenever I see it for some reason.

[sxfterhearts]

never too late pt 1

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ idol!youngk x hair stylist!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ��

♡ genre/warnings: slight angst, fluff (soon! in pt 2)

♡ word count: 2,152 words

♡ author’s note: i went to day6 concert 2 weeks ago and now im officially a myday HAHA i love them sm. i wanted to write for them (specifically wonpil) but i got this idea first so here's the first of a twoshot (maybe more?) for youngk :") also pls forgive me i havent wrote in eons so im v dusty but day6 songs give me great inspo!! also ty pinterest for the great pics <3

♡ listen to: still there by day6

//

“Thank you for joining us today, Young K. Wow – bassist, vocalist, lyricist, composer extraordinaire, Kang Younghyun from the globally-renowned band Day6, is here in the studio with us today. Young K, welcome.”

“Thank you, and thank you for having me. It’s great to be back here to promote our new album.”

“Let’s get straight into it, shall we? Here’s an exclusive listen to the highlight medley of Day6’s new album, Band-Aid.”

The cameras go off, as Young K and the interviewer exchange pleasantries amongst the voices of Day6 in the background. As the highlight medley finally drew to a close, applause filled the studio.

“Wow, wow, wow!" The interviewer, a long-time colleague of Young K from his days as a radio DJ, clapped his back in awe. “Just – the musicality, the lyricism, everything came together so nicely. Young K, you’ve outdone yourself, yet again.”

“I couldn’t have done it without the members, of course. We all had a hand in creating this album.” 

“Young K, always so kind; so humble. Tell us,” He leaned in, as though he was about to expose a big secret. The cameras zoomed into the two of them sitting side by side on the sofa, a replica of a cozy living room. “What’s your secret? How do you manage to write banger after banger?”

Young K laughed politely, shaking his head. “There is no secret.”

The interviewer gasped, faking annoyance. “Stop it, tell us! We must know, MyDays want to know – where do you find inspiration to write such heart-wrenching and soul-touching rock ballads? You’ve been told in the past that you write as though you’ve been through multiple divorces – is that true?”

“Hyung!” YoungK laughed at that comment, recounting that particular interview. “You know me well enough to know that I have not, in fact, been married or gotten divorced.” 

“Then how? We are all at the edge of our seats, dying to know. Those words, those lyrics – they must come from somewhere.”

“Well, if you must know…” Young K mulled over his words as comfortable silence fell between them. The soft instrumentals from their title song played in the background as he thought carefully about his response. “I consume a lot of media. Books, movies, videos, poetry… Everything inspires me. I take time to immerse myself in art so I can draw inspiration from it and create my own art. Of course, the members and I bounce off each other’s ideas and energies as well. Even something as simple as a walk in the park or a trip to a café can bring about unexpected scenes that can be inspiration for a tune or melody, which can eventually become a song on one of our albums.”

“Wow…” The interviewer clapped his hands in amazement once more. “Of course, as expected, you’re a true artist. Although… is there really no one special in your life that inspires you to write these songs? A girlfriend, or a crush, perhaps?”

“Hey…” Young K tutted, playfully shoving his colleague. “Like I said, you know me, there’s nothing like that.”

//

Your scissors rested heavily against your palm as your fingers carded through her hair, re-evaluating the length with great consideration. 

“Eonnie!” Your current client, Seulgi, gasped. “Isn’t this…”

Her words trailed off as she raised her phone towards you. 

The moment you laid eyes on the video, you hushed her. 

“Ah, so it is him…”

“Seulgi, please, you need to stay still, otherwise the cut will be uneven.” You muttered, your mood turning sour at the slightest mention of him.

“With you as my stylist? I don’t believe it. You’d never let me walk out of here without my hair looking absolutely immaculate.” She retorted. “How long has it been, a year?”

You gently fixed her posture before picking up a chunk of hair on her left side, diligently snipping away to give her face-framing layers. You mulled over her question, purposely making her wait. Sometimes you regret confiding in her. The lesser people knew about whatever happened between you and Young K, the better. “Hmm, a year and a bit.” You responded nonchalantly.

“Do you still think of him?” She asked, full of curiosity. She was half-paying attention to Young K’s live-streamed interview, half-listening to your replies. 

You considered this for a moment. It was a hard question to answer. In some ways, you had moved on. Your waking thoughts were no longer consumed by him. You took down the shared photos stuck on your fridge. Your head no longer turned at every indication of a customer walking through your salon’s doors, hoping that it would be him. You could finally listen to Day6 songs without having to skip over his parts.

And yet…

You still kept his unopened messages in KakaoTalk, unwilling to delete them. His hoodie from the previous world tour occupied a permanent space in the very edge of your closet. The bungeoppang vendor in front of your salon never stopped asking about ‘the tall, handsome young man’ whenever you bought a bag of red bean stuffed-pastries on cold winter days. You had to walk a different route every morning towards your bus stop to avoid the convenience store you frequented together on one too many late date nights filled with soju and ramen. Even now, as the harsh winter transitioned into spring, you couldn’t bear to throw away the plane tickets you kept from your trip to Jeju two autumns ago.

“Y/N eonnie?”

“Hmm?”

“I think he’s talking about you.”

You scoffed, combing through Seulgi’s soft locks.

She persisted. “I’m serious – didn’t you two go on that trip to Jeju? He’s talking about it now.”

//

“I love travelling, but personally for me, the purpose of the trip really matters. Say, for example, a trip I take with the members for a performance is vastly different to a holiday.”

“Of course, that makes sense. You can relax properly on a holiday because it’s not work.”

“Yes, and that’s not to say that I don’t enjoy touring and seeing MyDays from all across the world. But the intention is different. There’s a lot of things on my mind when I’m on tour – do I have all my music equipment? How am I gonna play this particular song, or what adlibs should I do for this performance? Questions like that constantly pop up in my head, and it’s hard to quiet them down.”

“Yes, you want to perform and do your best.”

“Exactly, but the trips that I take for leisure, that is my true healing time.”

“You mentioned going to Jeju?”

Young K nodded, pausing for a drink of water. “Yes.” 

“Tell me about that trip. What did you do? Did you still think about music?”

“Well, it was very healing. In fact, it was one of the only trips I’ve taken in the past few years where I could truly let loose and be myself. I think that’s why I could come back and write all these songs.” Young K admitted. 

“Ah! So you wrote songs for this album on that trip two years ago?” The interviewer asked, intrigued. 

Your breath hitched, fingers pausing its work on Seulgi’s hair. 

“Not all of them, no. Since the start of Day6 I’ve realised how important it is to be constantly writing, constantly thinking of new songs, to ensure that we have melodies ready, on the go, that we can pull out at any time. So subconsciously, I’m always thinking about music.”

“Wow, as expected of a talented musician like yourself.”

Young K laughed it off humbly. “No, but seriously, it is so helpful to have a few melodies in the arsenal. Inspiration can strike at any time, and an unfinished melody could turn into a song at the drop of a hat.”

“Right, it’s almost like it was waiting for the right timing to come into fruition.”

“Yes, and that happened to me several times in Jeju.”

“Which songs did you finish on that trip, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Bits of the title song were written in a little hut next to the sea.”

Your breath hitched at the mention of the hut you stayed in with YoungK. The linen bed sheets, your tangled bodies, the smell of fresh saltwater and lingering scent of Hallabong oranges – the memories crashed over you in relentless waves. You set your scissors down as you and Seulgi watched YoungK’s interview with unwavering concentration, hanging off every single word. 

“So we have Jeju to thank for this wonderful title song! Anything else?”

A sad smile flashed across Young K’s face. You blinked, and in the next second, it was gone. Young K, ever the camera-trained idol, buried his true feelings and memories under layers of professionalism.  

“Songwriting has several stages to it.” Young K explained matter-of-factly, eyes wandering into a distance. “Melt Down was already near the stages of completion, and only needed a tiny push to get it over the line. Other songs like Help Me Rock&Roll had started a long while ago, so I brushed off the dust and progressed it further.” He paused for another sip of water. “She Smiled and Still There… I didn’t finish them until much later, but you could say they were conceived during that trip.”

The interviewer let out several gasps, praise after praise falling off his lips at Young K’s talent and creativity. As the conversation meandered towards more mundane questions such as Day6’s touring schedules and their plans for the upcoming year, you found it harder and harder to listen to his voice.

“Eonnie…” Seulgi’s voice was soft. 

She set her phone down and handed you a tissue. Unknowingly, your cheeks were stained with fresh tears. “Ah, thank you, Seulgi…” You always had your suspicions that those songs were related to your time together, but hearing him admit it out loud triggered an emotional response deep within you. 

“What happened?”

“Honestly… I don’t really know.” You sighed deeply. “Things just kept getting in the way. He’d be busy, and so was I, and we kept fighting over the same things, over and over again. Until one day, I just… I don’t know. I stopped answering his messages. And I guess he stopped trying to reach me.”

“Oh, Y/N…”

“I messed up, didn’t I? I’m so messed up…” You dabbed the corners of your eyes before they were filled with another round of tears. “I let him go…”

“No, it’s not all your fault. Relationships go both ways. If anything, he’s equally as responsible.” Seulgi reminded you, pulling you into a comforting hug. “Also, it’s never too late to fix your mistakes.”

You hiccupped, lips forming into a pout. “Isn’t it?”

“Of course not, look.” She nudged you to watch the television which was coincidentally playing the highlights from Young K’s interview that just ended.

The timing was immaculate. 

“Tell us, Young K, do you have any advice for those who resonate with your songs, especially the heartbreaking ballads? What do you hope MyDays will take away from your songs?” The interviewer asked his final questions. 

“Comfort, of course. We hope that Day6 songs can provide comfort to anyone out there who is hurting.” Young K turned to look at the camera with a sincere, piercing gaze. “No matter what happened in the past, just know that you and that person both tried your best. Sometimes things don’t work out for various reasons – perhaps it’s incompatibility, or maybe it’s timing. Call me a romanticist, but I believe that love conquers all. We have a song called The Power of Love, don’t we? Time heals all wounds, and maybe with a bit of luck, everything will turn out okay. Until then, Day6 and our songs will be right here with you.”

Seulgi shook her head at her fellow idol in mock disbelief. “I can see why you fell for him, he has such a silver tongue. Even I was convinced – and I work in this industry!”

“Me and all the other MyDays, I’m really not that special when it comes to vying for his attention.” 

“Are you joking?” Seulgi laughed at your denial. She cocked her head towards your phone, buzzing in front of the mirror. “You owe me 5 bottles of soju if he just texted you.”

You rolled your eyes, fingers shaking in trepidation as you picked up your phone. 

// 

[12:09pm] yk: hey, i know it’s been awhile. sorry it took me so long, but what are the chances that you’re free tonight?

[12:09pm] y/n is typing…

[12:10pm] yk: dinner’s on me.

[12:10pm] y/n is typing…

[12:11pm] yk: and drinks

[12:11pm] y/n: ok

//

“I should’ve bet more soju!”

“Aren’t you supposed to stay off alcohol before your comeback?”

“Who cares? There are other more important things in life, like seeing my best friend and genius hairstylist happy.”

[joongbin]

— DON'T YOU FEEL IT? - K. SM

you're seungmin’s childhood friend who had been supporting him through thick and thin, seungmin hadn't thought of you as anything besides his bestest, most lovable friend he had, until one day he had felt an unfamiliar attraction toward you.

pairings ; kim seungmin x male reader

warnings ; reader is oblivious, seungmin is head over heels, one sided pining (sm).

genre ; fluff 2 angst.

inspired by im serious by day6 .. u could also listen to you were beautiful by day6 ,, set the mood up!! also idk attempted angst

You and Seungmin were friends for as long as you could remember, right up until now. You supported him through his idol life, and even attending a few concerts just to see him.

He appreciated all of them, seeing you in the crowds just made him wanna perform better to impress you, yes, of course his members notice it, but they don't mind.

You two hung out whenever his schedule wasn't packed to the brim. You had asked him to meet up at a local coffee shop near his agency, just to catch up with the recent events in your life.

Seungmin immediately grabbed his phone, a smile on his face appearing as he looked at the notification; it was you. Changbin chuckled and nudged his shoulder.

“ (name) again? ” Changbin smirked at him, earning a slap on the shoulder from the younger male. Seungmin replied to your text swiftly with an okay and a cute emoji before leaving the agency.

He hadn't seen you in weeks since the new comeback, he was busy with music shows, collabs, interviews, and more. He was unexpectedly excited to meet you again.

Seungmin walked through the doors and saw you sitting at a table. He walked over to you, smiling brightly as he sat opposite to you.

“ Min, it's so good to see you again! How are you? ” you say, a cheerful smile appearing on your face. He'd always see this smile whenever meeting you, but for some reason, today he felt different, like butterflies were flying around in his stomach.

“ It's been good, and busy. What about you? ” Seungmin couldn't hide his feelings at all, but he didn't know what the feeling was, looking at you just made him .. feel weird.

“ I've been good. I watched .. well, most of your recent comeback videos. You were great on stage, Min. ” you complimented him, you always did, but today was different. He chuckled, looking away from your gaze.

“ Thanks. Well, um — did you order anything? ” Seungmin changed the subject, not wanting to feel such feelings anymore. You nodded.

“ Yeah, I did. Order at the counter if you want something. ” you pointed at the counter before he immediately got up to order. His face was burning up and he didn't want you to see him like that.

He ordered a simple black coffee before walking back to your table.

As you both talked for what seemed like hours, sipping drinks here and there, Seungmin's heart was aching. Aching for you.

But you didn't know that, and he didn't want you to know. He doesn't even know if you like him or not, maybe you do, or don't. He didn't wanna risk it.

As the days went by, he was left staring at the ceiling of his dorm. Asking himself, why? Why does he like you so suddenly? His heart ached as he picked up his phone and started scrolling through past messages he had with you.

“ Damn it. ” he muttered. Seungmin closed his phone and tried his best to go back to sleep.

It was the next day, and he got an unexpected message from you, one that would destroy him completely. You told him to meet you at the local coffee shop from the last time you met.

Walking toward the coffee shop, there you were, with your boyfriend of 2 years. He opened the door, waving at you.

“ Hi guys. ” Seungmin put on a smile, while you greeted him back. He wasn't listening, his heart aching as you introduced him to your boyfriend and back.

God, he was foolish. To think that he had a chance with you. As you talked, his feelings for you grew even more.

“ Min, I'm so sorry. We have to go now. ” You briefly checked your watch before smiling sweetly at your friend, patting his shoulder as he waved at you while you and your boyfriend left the shop.

Seungmin sat quietly in the shop, before abruptly leaving and going back to his dorm. He threw himself on the bed, pouring his heart out as tears stained the bedsheets.

The members were out on their own today, so he was left all alone, crying as he longed for you, but couldn't. You were someone else's.

He was happy if you were happy, but his happiness wouldn't last long. His sniffles and hiccups filled the empty room, his eyes puffy.

He loved you, but you didn't.

[chiveburger]

okay I lied, jae is actually pissing me off talking about day6... I don't have any obtuse feelings towards him but his little spiel on how he felt about day6 naming their previous album fourever felt SO tactless on his end. especially when day6 is promoting in korea right this second. first of all if I'm being honest I do not think for once that day6 named such an important comeback album emphasizing the number four to be petty. not even ONCE do I think they did that and I don't think that anyone who actually likes day6 and has been a my day for a long time would or should feel like the band would do something like that. jae feeling hurt, jae feeling erased, jae even feeling possible regret is justified. he is absolutely in the right to feel that way but the release of the interview at this time feels so intentional. more intentional than the band possibly naming their album to "get back" at a previous member. he reiterates that he doesn't think the members are behind this and I agree, but why are we all forgetting that jae decided not to renew his contract with jype on his own terms? when the four members did... the reason day6 is together today is because the remaining four members continued to promote their group despite hiatus and enlistments, and it's because of their combined effort that we still HAVE day6 now. so why is it "unfair" for them to be prideful in being four members now?

jae is part of day6's past and his contributions to their success and their growth won't be erased no matter what anyone does but at the end of the day... jae left day6 on his own volition. don't argue that he left the company not the band because it doesn't work like that actually, and he can speak on his history and his relationships and his feelings as much as he likes but I'd be lying if I said as a my day I wasn't bothered by that. especially KNOWING the boys would probably not or even be allowed to say anything back under contract. If this interview gave people closure then great, but if it's more fuel for people to continue this debate on whether what day6 did was right or wrong then I wish he never spoke on this candidly at all.

[fybriankang]

DAY6 for @.style interview

[zheniakirsikkalove]

Interview with Lee Dong Wook for GQ (11/2020)

During his interview, the actor spoke about wrapping up filming for his latest drama “Tale of the Nine-Tailed.” His character Lee Yeon is a male gumiho (a mythical nine-tailed fox) and a former mountain spirit.

Lee Dong Wook shared, “He’s cool. He’s also very talented. However, I think his heart is much cooler than his physical appearance. This can sound cheesy but a regular personality cannot become a mountain spirit. I think of him as a character with a strong inner self.”

In a previous interview, Lee Dong Wook had explained that rather than specifically preparing for his role in “Hell is Other People,” he acted more on the spot. He talked about using this method again while filming “Tale of the Nine-Tailed,” commenting, “Thankfully, the director gave me the green light. I was able to freely act with regards to the setup of the situation, the details, and the lines. Actually, about a third of my lines were improvised.”

Lee Dong Wook continued, “This was the same for ‘Goblin‘ but I believe that the core of fantasy is the extent of your freedom in the world that the writer has created. It’s not like you can interview monsters or a gumiho so there’s not a lot that you can prepare. You just have to freely let it flow it on set.”

The interviewer mentioned a comment that Lee Dong Wook frequently makes about how being an actor is a career where one needs to be selected and needs to receive recognition. Adding that Lee Dong Wook does not seem to ever have been lacking either, they asked what he thinks is the most important factor in “being selected.”

Lee Dong Wook answered, “You obviously have to be good at acting and being diligent is important. People ask how I’ve worked for 21 years straight without resting but I just worked hard when people sought me out. Now I believe people view me and think, ‘Lee Dong Wook doesn’t take shortcuts.'”

As he’s acted in many fantasy works, Lee Dong Wook was asked what kind of fantasy world he typically dreams about. He revealed, “One of my fantasies is being the frontman of a global rock band. I am so jealous of people who can sing well. I also get curious how it would feel to radiate sexiness while singing on stage.”

He continued, “I also have these fantasies. To become a famous athlete and put on a big celebration after scoring a goal or throwing my bat after hitting a home run. One day, I’ll play one of these roles.” Lee Dong Wook then jokingly added, “Oh, I can’t. If I were an athlete, I’d be at the age where I have to retire.”

Bouncing off his dream of becoming a musician, Lee Dong Wook also talked about his favorite songs of the year. He shared, “These days I’ve been really into DAY6. I especially like the song ‘You Were Beautiful.’ When I hear the lyrics ‘You were beautiful, your eyes that looked at me, your voice that called out to me,’ I think about the heartwarming story between Lee Yeon and Ji Ah.”

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