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OnlyOneOf S Cawaii! Men summer 2022 Interview

Thank you to tiny_ly0n @ twitter for the pics

This one is massive and full of interesting tidbits and insights into the members and their relationships! I really recommend reading the whole thing.

Translation under cut

[comments in (parenthesis) are the original article, comments in [brackets] are from me]

Profile → OnlyOneOf

OnlyOneOf is a boys group that debuted in 2019 in Korea. Their name holds the meaning of "being someone's one person". They're also nicknamed OnOff [in Korea and in Japan] or abbreviated as OOO. Their fans are called lyOns.

Yoojung Birthday: 1997.5.29 Blood type: A Pitch us your charm point: I'm confident in both my coolness and cuteness!

It's embarrassing to say myself, but it's how I'm simultaneously cool and cute. (embarrassed) My special skill is girl group dances! And I'm the alarm clock of the group. I'm the one who wakes up the earliest, so I wake the others. I don't like rushing to get ready so I wake up early so I can take my time. It doesn't mean that I go to sleep early, though. (laughs)

Junji Birthday: 1998.4.6 Blood type: B Pitch us your charm point: Mysterious Guy with the charm of a cat

I don't quite know what my charm point is myself. (laughs) The other members often say that I'm like a cat, so maybe that's my charm? In terms of skills, I'm quick to learn choreography. But my dancing and singing are still lacking, so I study hard.

Rie Birthday: 1996.11.6 Blood type: A Pitch us your charm point: My soft peach-like cheeks

I have twinkling eyes and plump lips so everything about me is round, I think that's my charm point. In the group, the others members help out with this as well, but I often create and arrange choreography, so that could be considered my special skill.

Nine Birthday: 1999.12.13 Blood type: O Pitch us your charm point: My cute and happy smile

It's not something I practice in particular, but when I'm with the other members I'm always filled with happiness and I naturally wind up laughing. I smile a lot in general so even now it seems like I'm smiling for no reason. (laughs) During concerts, fans' smiles have me smiling in return.

KB Birthday: 1992.04.23 Blood type: AB Pitch us your charm point: Muscular hot body — did I answer that too quickly?

My body muscular like Tom Hardy's — it's a hot body. Did I answer that too quickly? (laughs) I'm particularly confident in my back muscles. Even when I'm the one seeing it I think my back looks nice and muscular! I usually train while watching Youtube imparting to me the secrets of bulking up. I do both muscle training and martial arts, so I'll be progressing to Marvel hero next. I'm aiming for the role of Spiderman's best friend! (laughs)

Mill Birthday: 1999.03.30 Blood type: B Pitch us your charm point: A large array of expressions and gestures!

I can do a large array of expressions and gestures, so when you see me on stage you might think, this boy is good at lots of things! I practice in front of the mirror a lot, and study by watching the performances of more experienced singers. Recently I keep watching videos of Justin Bieber's concerts.

Individual interviews

Kyubin

Q1: What is the song you would like someone who is listening to OnlyOneOf for the first time to hear?

→ libidO

That would be libidO, in which both Nine and I participated for the composition and arrangement. It's a song that expresses our concept very strongly, and that we completed after a lot of research and many twists and turns, so it's one I'm very proud of. I'm the type who will record over and over again until I'm satisfied, so I'm confident in the final product.

Q2: Was this your first time in Japan? What are some fun things you did and food you enjoyed?

I've been to Fukuoka and Osaka before. In Fukuoka I went to an onsen. In Osaka I went to the city square in the centre of Umeda, and I went as far as Kyoto and Kobe. I also wore getas [traditional Japanese sandals]. They were extremely painful on the back of my feet, so walking was an effort to the end. The purpose of that trip was shopping, I wasn't too fussed about food. I was actually travelling on the cheap so there was no money to spend on food, everyday was (in Japanese) only gyudon [extremely cheap dish of rice topped with beef]. One bowl, regular size. It sure got tough towards the end. Coming to Japan this time, I was moved by how good the draft beer is! I drank it every day like I've never drunk before. (laughs) The yakitori was also delicious. And there was a dish I liked… What was it? (Nine next to him tells him) Right, that! Stuffed bell pepper and toasted cheese skewers. It was so good.

Q3: Your "I feel happy as long as I have this" top 3?

→ lyOns → cool clothes → muscles (laughs)

lyOns are my driving force. I'm into fashion, so wearing cool clothes also puts me in a good mood. I like clothes with designs that are strange or slightly futuristic. And the third one is muscles! They're essential for exerting strength, right? I feel like my lower body is still thin, so I need to work harder on my glutes and lower body.

Q4: The Korean wave is so popular! Please recommend a Korean movie or drama

→ Vincenzo

The story is interesting, and the side character Nam Joon Su was excellent. (imitates the line "Mr Lawyer ~")

Q5: Please also recommend a Korean food!

→ spam → kimchi → white rice

Spam, kimchi and white rice are a three-ingredient set! When your mom's not home, you've got to figure out a meal for yourself, right? During those times I'd cook some spam and put it on top of rice with kimchi. I'd enjoy it but if I cooked it while my mom was home it would taste less nice. What a mystery. Is it because mom's cooking is the best?

Junji

Q1: What is the song you would like someone who is listening to OnlyOneOf for the first time to hear?

→ libidO

Please listen to libidO! It's powerful, memorable and addictive. When we were performing this song on music shows, I was wearing extensions and my hair reached to my shoulders. So you can tell it's libidO just from looking at my hair length. (laughs) It's much shorter now.

Q2: Was this your first time in Japan? What are some fun things you did and food you enjoyed?

It was my first time in Japan, but it's been full of fun things! But the best among them was to eat all this delicious food. Gyukatsu [fried beef cutlet] and Ichiran ramen were delicious, but my favourite is the draft beer. It was so good! Gyukatsu is also delicious, it's so soft that it feels like you're drinking it rather than eating it, the way it melts in your mouth. But there's still so many foods I've yet to try, I want to know everything that's delicious. Please teach me!

Q3: Your "I feel happy as long as I have this" top 3?

→ lyOns → my ring → draft beer

Thanks to Japanese lyOns, we were able to come to Japan. We strive to become artists that you can all be proud of. The second one is this ring that I'm always wearing. I've been wearing it for about ten years now, so I feel uneasy without it. I bought it in Incheon, the engraving used to be black but it's all chipped away by now. I definitely didn't think we'd be together this long ⁠— even when I think I've lost it somewhere, it always reappears unexpectedly. I always lose my things but this ring is the one thing I haven't lost. The third one is draft beer. (laughs) Draft beer is the best!

Q4: The Korean wave is so popular! Please recommend a Korean movie or drama

→ Twenty-Five Twenty-One

Among the ones I've watched recently, Twenty-Five Twenty-One really left an impression. Two characters have a fated meeting, welcome their separation, and go on to show their memories beautifully… It moved me. I'm not the type to watch dramas, but this one was great. I recommend it!

Q5: Please also recommend a Korean food!

→ jokbal → bossam → mak-guksu

These three are a perfect combo. It's an amount that you can easily eat by yourself, I think. Mak-guksu is similar to bibim-guksu (a cold noodle dish mixed with red pepper and various ingredients) but it's made with buckwheat noodles. When you eat it with jokbal and bossam, it's heavenly. It's so delicious it surpasses rice.

Mill

Q1: What is the song you would like someone who is listening to OnlyOneOf for the first time to hear?

→ dOra maar

I recommend dOra maar. I'd love it if you could watch it focusing on my various expressions, from cool winks to pained faces. To be honest, when I debuted I couldn't actually wink. If you watch our Music Core stage you'll see what I mean. (laughs) Since then I've practised a lot, and it was around that time that I succeeded.

Q2: Was this your first time in Japan? What are some fun things you did and food you enjoyed?

It was the first time! The air is so clear in Japan, it's beautiful. There are so many places that I wanted to take pictures of so every time we had some time I'd take pictures.

Q3: Your "I feel happy as long as I have this" top 3?

→ rice → sports → TV

I love rice! Whenever I eat it with kimchi and jeyuk bokkum (stir-fried pork) I feel happy. What I want to eat right now is my mom's cooking. Her kimchi stew and soybean paste stew are both incredible. The second one is sports. I've played football since I was young, so playing sports makes me feel good. When I go back to Korea, I want to try to start swimming again, which I haven't been able to do for the past 2-3 years. The last one is TV. Dramas, films, variety… I watch all of it. I also watch almost all the popular Japanese animes: Your Name, Tokyo Revengers, Haikyuu, A Whisker Away… Recently, I watched the anime movie Bubble with Junji.

Q4: The Korean wave is so popular! Please recommend a Korean movie or drama

→ Twenty-Five Twenty-One

It's a drama that depicts the youth of two people in 1998 Korea. In 1998, my parents were university students. It's a time when you only had pagers and couldn't contact people easily, right? While watching this drama, I also felt like I was living in that time.

Q5: Please also recommend a Korean food!

→ bulgogi meal set

I recommend Korean meal sets in general. In Korea we call those "baekban", and the restaurants specializing in them "baekbanchip". There are plenty throughout the country. They're cheap and delicious and bustling with taxi drivers. My favourite is the bulgogi meal set from the place near my home. The exact address is a secret. (laughs) If you want to eat something delicious in Korea, I recommend asking a taxi driver for a recommendation.

Rie

Q1: What is the song you would like someone who is listening to OnlyOneOf for the first time to hear?

→ dOra maar

Our debut album "dot point jump" was [first of] the so-called "dot - line - surface" series where dots assemble to form a line, and then become a surface. But at the time, while we had an idea of what we wanted our music to sound like, we weren't really able to explain it in concrete terms. We always said we wanted to make our own music different from others', but if asked "what music would that be?" we couldn't precisely answer "that kind!" Personally I think dOra maar might be what defined the group's colour. So if you're listening to us for the first time, I'd like you to listen to dOra maar. We did our first broadcast performance of this song on January 30 2020 in front of fans, but from the very next day, fans weren't allowed to watch performances anymore. So we also keenly remember how unfortunate we thought it was at the time… Both the song and choreography are good, so it would have made more of an impact if it had been performed in front of people, that kind of thought.

Q2: Was this your first time in Japan? What are some fun things you did and food you enjoyed?

The people are kind, the food is delicious, the views are gorgeous. It was my first time in Japan, but my older sister loves the country and she went a lot before Covid-19. Coming to Japan now, I understood why she loves it so much. She also loves the food and told me to try the egg sandwich from Seven Eleven. I ate it and it really was delicious.

Q3: Your "I feel happy as long as I have this" top 3?

→ lyOns → phone → money

It's because of fans that we were able to come to Japan and do these events, so lyOns are vital to me. We visit many places, learn many things, study Japanese, but there are still many things we don't know, so I also need my phone to make notes and research things later. Lastly, you need money to eat delicious things. (laughs) I think you need at least a little bit of it.

Q4: The Korean wave is so popular! Please recommend a Korean movie or drama

→ In Our Prime

The film "In Our Prime" that was released in Korea recently was really good. I really like the actor Choi Min-sik. Until now he's played mostly bad guys or more intense roles, but in this film he plays a mathematical genius who's a softer kind of person, it made me think he really is an actor who can make you believe any story. When it comes to dramas I recently watched Killing Time, it was also interesting.

Q5: Please also recommend a Korean food!

→ Baekban

a.k.a meal sets. There's rice and various dishes like bulgogi, I love them.

Yoojung

Q1: What is the song you would like someone who is listening to OnlyOneOf for the first time to hear?

→ dOra maar

I think this song is what solidified our image and concept into its current shape, so I really want people to listen to it. The melody and lyrics are both great, but I also think that we perform it especially beautifully. It's a song where our members' vocals stand out. It's also a song where I sing the chorus for the first time, so I'm emotionally attached to it.

Q2: Was this your first time in Japan? What are some fun things you did and food you enjoyed?

Convenience stores were the most memorable part. Japanese convenience stores are a whole new world! I prefer desserts over meals, and the cream-filled breads were especially delicious. I want to eat proper meals too but since I want to eat all the convenience store sweets I just keep eating those. (laughs) The most delicious wasn't a dessert, though, it was the gyukatsu. And the fruit sandwiches were also great. I also eat one of those jello cups once a day.

Q3: Your "I feel happy as long as I have this" top 3?

→ lyOns → vitamin supplements → lavender oil

Thanks to lyOns we're able to promote happily; it's why OnlyOneOf exists, I think. The second is vitamin supplements. You're supposed to take them every day and feel the effects after a while, but as soon as I take them I feel more energetic and less tired. The third one is the lavender oil I carry with me for when I'm nervous and can't calm down. I put 2 or 3 drops in my hands and smell, and my mind calms.

Q4: The Korean wave is so popular! Please recommend a Korean movie or drama

→ Twenty-Five Twenty-One

I don't watch dramas much, but Mill, Junji and I all love this one, to the point where we can talk about it for an entire day. There's many lines that will resonate in your heart, so I hope you'll watch it. I watched it after it was first recommended by a fan. I thought I'd only try the first episode but before I knew it it was the middle of the night and I was watching the sixth episode, and got hooked to the point that I started following it on-air. It's a story that will have you recalling the nostalgic memories of youth, but there are also fencing scenes in it. I've actually wanted to learn fencing since I was a child, these feelings resurfaced while watching this drama.

Q5: Please also recommend a Korean food!

→ Tteokbokki with ssaltteok made from rice flour

There's plenty, but tteokbokki is the one that I want to recommend. Because it's the one I want to eat the most currently. (laughs) When it comes to tteokbokki there's actually miltteok made from wheat flour and ssaltteok made from rice flour, ssaltteok is the one I'd like you to eat. Both of them vary depending on where you're eating it, but ssalteok is more tasty and chewy, so it's the one I like.

Nine

Q1: What is the song you would like someone who is listening to OnlyOneOf for the first time to hear?

→ Please listen to our songs in order!

All our albums are linked by a storyline, from the first to the most recent. So I recommend listening to them in order from OnlyOneOf yOu, the first track of our first album "dot point jump", all the way to re-bidO, the last track of our most recent album "Instinct Part.2". So basically, listen to all our songs! (laughs) You'll get to feel the character of our music as well as our growth as artists, I think.

Q2: Was this your first time in Japan? What are some fun things you did and food you enjoyed?

It was my first time in Japan! When we landed in Japan, while waiting at the airport for our PCR test results, there was a very cool-looking person in front of me, and it turned out to be Akiyama Yoshihiro [also known as Choo Sung Hoon, Korean-Japanese martial artist]. I thought it was an auspicious beginning for our Japanese promotions. Japanese food is all so delicious. I especially liked dorayaki [red bean-filled pancakes]. I've eaten it in Korea, but the one from Seven Eleven is especially good. We also went to a yakitori [grilled chicken] restaurant. I loved the gizzard and thighs in particular. I ate them five by five. (laughs)

Q3: Your "I feel happy as long as I have this" top 3?

→ (in Japanese) sleepy-time → energy drink → members

I want to say lyOns, my family, and the other members… But that would be too obvious so I'll try to think of something different. First is sleep. (in Japanese) Sleepy-time. If I have just five minutes, I can sleep anytime, anywhere. That might be my special skill! Energy drinks are one of the things I always have in my bag. In Japan also I always carried Red Bull or Monster with me. I was surprised by the amount of Monster flavours available in Japan. The pineapple-flavoured Ultra Gold was nice. For the last one, can I say the other members after all? Just being with them is fun and makes me happy. Just for this, I'm grateful for them.

Q4: The Korean wave is so popular! Please recommend a Korean movie or drama

→ Hospital Playlist

I recommend Hospital Playlist, in which Jo Jung-suk and Yoo Yeon-seok star. I like hospital dramas in general, but this one is especially realistic at recreating the medical world, it was very fun to watch. The storyline continues between season 1 and 2, so I recommend watching both.

Q5: Please also recommend a Korean food!

→ Ramyeon → Egg fried rice

Bunsik (light meal restaurant) ramen! But what I really like is my mom's egg dish. You have egg fried rice in Japan too, right? I can't cook so ever since I left home I haven't been able to eat it much, so KB took pity on me and made it for me! After I added soy sauce and ate it, it tasted exactly like my mom's cooking, it made me emotional. I don't know how many times I said thank you. (laughs)

→ Tell us what you like and respect about each member!

Yoojung

→ To KB: He's a thoroughly self-possessed person. And I think the way he's always thinking about how to grow and improve himself is wonderful. → To Junji: His mind is wonderful! He's such a positive person. I'm always fretting over everything, so the way Junji only looks forward is something I want to learn from. → To Mill: He's always cheerful and invigorating the group. I'm jealous of Mill's innate brightness. → To Rie: He has a delicate, soft image. His voice is also beautiful, he's a person with a lot of qualities. → To Nine: He's a boy with so many talents, I also want to learn from the way he's always striving to improve himself.

Nine

→ To KB: All the things that people now praise me for, I've learned from KB. In the past I had a child's mentality and immature sides, but by learning so many things from KB I was able to become an adult. It's not something I'd be able to say in front of him, but I'm very grateful to him. → To Junji: Junji is my hyung that I adooore. Just looking at him makes me want to laugh, or more like, he makes me feel happy. I think Junji's "enigmatic-ness" is one of our group's advantages. → To Mill: He's upstanding and positive. I also respect his selflessness. For example, if someone's carrying a lot of luggage, he'll carry it for them. And then he'll forget his own luggage because of that. (laughs) He prioritises others to that extent. → To Rie: Rie's singing voice is wonderful. If I had to compare it to a colour, it would be sky blue. I love his vocals when singing The Little Prince (by Ryeowook of Super Junior). It really is a heavenly voice! With stronger vocal control, I'm expecting him to progress even more. → To Yoojung: Yoojung is a beautiful person. Especially when he dances, I'm enchanted by the way he uses his body. His forte is copying girl group dances, and he can also memorize dances immediately without practising! When it comes to girl group covers, I think he's incontestably the number 1 in k-pop.

Mill

→ To KB: KB is a reliable hyung who takes care of the other members. When I'm troubled or need to be comforted, I always go to KB to talk. For me, he's a healing presence. → To Junji: We're the fusional friends together 24/7. We understand each other to the point that there's nothing we don't know about the other. I like that no matter what I say, he will understand and acknowledge me. → To Rie: Rie loves eating, so he's my teacher in finding good places to eat. I also like that he treats me when we go eat together. Ahahah. Rie is the one in the team with the biggest gap between his stage persona and his personality. I think he gives off the impression of an animated person, but off stage he's fairly shy. It's cute. → To Nine: Nine is the same age as me but in some aspects feels older, I really respect his musical knowledge. He teaches me about singing, and I teach him about dancing. He's the comrade-in-arms that runs next to me pursuing the same goal. I'm happy that we recently started playing football together as well. → To Yoojung: Yoojung regularly takes care of me! Since we were trainees, we'd play RPG games or FPS games together a lot. Either against each other or as teammates. By the way, when it comes to video games, I'm sliiightly better than him.

KB

→ To Junji: He's great at dancing, it's so cool. I'm a fan of Junji's powerful, dynamic dancing. The way his dancing shines on stage always moves me. In private, I don't know what he's thinking at alll. He's enigmatic? Right, he's an enigma. (laughs) → To Mill: He's a boy so full of energy. On stage his expressions overflow with confidence, he feels reliable. If there's something that both he and I want to use, he'll say "I'm fine, use it hyung!" and give it to me, his selflessness is wonderful. → To Rie: Rie is someone who can dance while controlling his body perfectly. In particular, I'm charmed by how beautiful the lines of his body are while dancing. → To Nine: First of all, before anything else, (in Japanese) his face is amazing. He's already good-looking without makeup, but with stage makeup the sexiness piles on and he becomes lethally good-looking. Also, he's skillful in everything. He's good at singing, his sense of pitch is also good, I wish I had those abilities. → To Yoojung: In one word, he's The Idol. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was born to be an idol. The other members generally have aspects that aren't so idol-like, but Yoojung, he's an idol even in his daily life. And then when he stands on stage the glimmer multiplies, I think that's the strength of an idol.

Junji

→ To KB: He's an idea man. He comes up with various ideas to the point where I think, where did he come up with that? Just one time, I'd like to become KB and take a peek into his mind. → To Mill: He's got a personality that relaxes whoever he's with. He likes playing around. He plays a lot of pranks. Mill and I have a Tom and Jerry relationship. (laughs) → To Rie: He's delicate with a deep sensitivity, and tries to understand the feelings of other people. Even though it's not easy, being able to empathize with people and cry with them is a wonderful thing, I think. → To Nine: Nine is a person of many talents. And he's always helping everyone. He's a member who highly values teamwork. He's competent to the point where I wonder if there is anything he can't do. → To Yoojung: He's interesting to me. He's always playing pranks on me, he likes them to an astonishing amount. He's a bit strange. (laughs) But his way of playing pranks is always kind and funny. He's also charmingly cat-like.

Rie

→ To KB: He's an utterly self-possessed person. The way he has his own clearly defined value system and his own personal path is very cool. → To Junji: He's cat-like, and likes to play around, and there are a lot of ways in which you could say he's a little different, but from the way I see it Junji is the one with the warmest heart. He's not great at expressing himself, you could say he's cat-like in that way, but he always manages to convey the warmth in his heart, so just having him by your side is reassuring. He also gives a lot of feedback to the members. → To Mill: He's a mischevious kid, and the social lubricant between members. You can't get mad at him no matter what kind of prank he plays, or should I say, his cute side is his charm point. He feels very much like a maknae, and he's necessary to the members. For the group to come together as one, Mill turns out to play a big role. → To Nine: He has a strong sense of responsibility, and a strong determination to do his utmost to carry the things he's entrusted with to the end. He's younger than me, but so reliable that he sometimes seems older, I need to learn from him. → To Yoojung: He's got a diligent personality, and pays attention even to things that other people don't notice. It's also the case for other members, but the way he responds to fans is wonderful. He also watches the other members closely, he's someone who will secretly cover for mistakes that another has made without even noticing it themselves.

KB, Mill, Nine interview

Q: What special skill do each of you have?

KB: I'm proud of my sense of humour. I've always liked to make people laugh, but I've become funnier lately. Nine: (in Japanese) Yes, yes, absolutely. KB: I study humour by watching funny movies and various type of comedies. Recently I've been into the American TV show Brooklyn 99. It's really funny, I'm howling while watching it. Mill: He really does howl. (laughs) Personally, my forte is sports. Especially football, I've participated in a national tournament before. Also swimming and bowling… Right, the three of us are the bowling trio. Before Covid-19 we all went bowling together a lot. Nine: Mill really is good at bowling. His average score is around 170, 180 points? Mill: Around 150 points. I feel like there were a lot of games where I was easily winning against KB, only for him to beat me at the end… KB: Right. I suddenly became good. I scored around 200 points, didn't I? Well, my humour level is still higher. Nine: Your humour score is around 280 points? (laughs) As for me, I don't have a special skill… KB: You're being modest again! You can do so many impressions, right? Nine: Which ones… I can imitate the sound of water droplets falling into a bucket. Plop, plop, plop. (KB and Mill are silent for a moment, then start snickering) Nine: Come ooon! That's why it's a skill I'm not particularly proud of! Ah… Why did I do this… (teary-eyed)

Q: What were your impressions of your first Japanese concert?

Mill: A lot more people came than expected, so I was very nervous. At the end, the audience did a surprise event for us. It was so touching, I ended up crying. I cry a little easily. Nine: Even in Korea, we'd never had a solo concert before. So everything about this concert was memorable. Above all I was touched by how the fans waited for us. After all, we told them we were coming to see them, but we couldn't for two years. Not seeing someone for two whole years, in a friendship, that's called ghosting. (KB and Mill burst out laughing) Even more touching were the people who before Covid-19 had come all the way to Korea to see us, and were there at the concert. We recognised them even with masks. Seeing a familiar face is so deeply moving, like, "Oh they're still supporting us after all this time." KB: Right! We were like, "Ah, there's someone over there, there's someone over there as well." We're so thankful for that devotion, Japanese lyOns are (in Japanese) amazing. So cool. Nine: We also pledge devotion to our fans! KB: Yoojung was the most nervous about this concert, wasn't he. Nine: He was so incredibly nervous, so I was teasing him backstage. "What are you so nervous for ~", that kind of thing. I thought it might ease the stress. This said, I was also very nervous.

Q: Your stylish visuals and concept gives you an aloof image. What about your true selves?

KB: We all have bright personalities and love fooling around… So we're completely different from that image. Mill: We've lived together for six years, since we were trainees, but every day at our dorm is still lively like a birthday party or a school trip night. Nine: We're very much not chic people. (laughs) We often seem cool, but if the boiling point of water is a hundred degrees, then we always keep ourselves at ninety-nine degrees. Hot, hot! KB: In our hearts burns a passion hot like magma. Nine: Our fans also have that gap between their public image and their true selves, so they're not very different from us, right? Fufu.

Q: You're also known for having famous Korean composers such as Gray and Boycold write songs for you. Please recount a memorable episode about each of them.

Nine: Each of them kindly acknowledged us as individual artists. While working they kept asking for our opinions, "How is this?", "How do you want to do this?" and I was very thankful for that show of respect. In the behind-the-scenes video of a past recording session, Samuel Seo complimented us warmly saying we were all "great guys", I was so touched watching that. I was glad to be able to work again with him on suit dance. Mill: I have great memories of recording the rap part of a sOng of ice&fire in GroovyRoom's studio. KB: Even during the recording Gray was always smiling and encouraging us saying, "It's okay," "You're doing great." He also listened to the songs we wrote and gave us insights on them, "You should do this that way." He's a really kind person.

Q: You've also received accolades from western media, such as, "They've got an artistic concept" or "They're doing something new".

KB: It's something we've researched very hard, so to have it acknowledged like this makes us very happy. We strive to become a group with a sensitivity to artistic and delicate music, it's what fuels us. We'll study more, do more trial and error. Nine: Just having people know us makes me happy. We always say we want to become #1 on Billboard, but that's a lofty goal, isn't it? It's something we say also as a way to tell ourselves that we always have to do our utmost. Mill: We also talk about our goal all together in the dorms, since it's a shared dream. We want to come across as determined with a fixed goal. Nine: It's something we've talked about since before we debuted. That we have to do our utmost and aim for the top. While always prizing modesty, being grateful for the people who read and hear us.

Q: How do you feel about your sensual concept?

KB: We have an "ubersexual" concept that pursues a soft, genderless sexiness. Each member is sensitive about this being art, and enjoys the sublimation of sensuality into art, so we're happy to be able to do something that we enjoy. Nine: Even if our intention is for our dancing to be sensual, if the person watching doesn't feel that it's sexy, it's pointless, right? To have someone tell us "This is sexy" means that our songs' worldview was properly understood and solidly expressed, it's something to be proud of. To be honest, if libidO or suit dance had been someone else's songs, would they have been that sexy? Even in a bright song like angel (Prod. GRAY), we ooze sexiness. (laughs) Mill: libidO is the first song that we tackled by first training our bodies, with that song we became known as a "visual body group". Our staple food at the time was chicken tenders. That's the only thing we ate, so after that when I ate spicy ramen for the first time in a while, it tasted so spicy. I can usually handle spiciness well, but I became someone who could barely handle eating spicy. We worked hard to the point that even our taste buds changed ~

Junji, Rie, Yoojung interview

Q: How was your first Japanese concert?

Yoojung: I'm normally the type who might be nervous before going on stage, but once I'm on stage the nervousness disappears. But since it was our first time doing a concert in front of so many people, I stayed nervous until at least the third song. After that I felt a lot of happiness. Junji: (in Japanese) Thanks to lyOns we're filled with happiness! Rie: I was looking forward to it, but I also had worries. Because it was the first time we'd be standing in front of our Japanese fans, and because we'd made them wait for a long time so their expectations might have grown and we could disappoint them. But once we got on stage everyone was supporting us, and that roused us. It's a great memory and it made me want to stand on stage in Japan again. Junji: We sang time leap at the end of the concert, the sight of lyOns waving their lightsticks was really beautiful. Yoojung: That they were standing there to watch our concert made a big impression. Rie: We weren't able to hear everyone's voices yet [because of Covid-19 regulations restricting cheering], but just from the expressions of everyone watching us we could tell they wanted to raise their voices or shout, it was moving and we're thankful. I feel that just from looking into everyone's eyes we were able to understand what they wanted to say. Yoojung: Many people were waving fans, I thought, did they make those themselves? They decorated them so prettily, it's so cute that they made them themselves. Rie: I saw one that said "shoot me" [the finger gun gesture] so I did it. The other members also fulfilled as many requests as they could. They made those fans so pretty for us, I wanted to ask them to give them to me. (laughs) Junji: Seeing my name made me very happy. I started smiling without thinking, then I had to change my expression to get back to the song's feeling. Yoojung: Everyone made theirs so pretty, so they all stood out.

Q: OnlyOneOf has stylish visuals and concepts, but the atmosphere around you feels more approachable, what would you say is your true selves?

Rie: On stage we try to attain a chic, mystical, sexy beauty, so the people seeing us for the first time tend to have a first impression of us as a bit scary and hard to approach, but I think that when they see the members talking together, they'll find that we have a bright, childlike side, and that we're good people. Yoojung: I agree! On stage we want to be cool, but once we come off stage we can be that older brother, friend or little brother from the neighbourhood. I want people to know these friendly sides of us. Junji: We're not unapproachable people! Rie: We'll definitely get close! Don't be scared! Yoojung: For example, in the dorms when we're done eating, we always do a game to decide who will clean up. Like we'll take a book and the person who opens it to the page with the most character names does the dishes, or the person who turns on the TV and has the most people on screen gets to pass, or we'll compete on who can throw a bottle cap the furthest. (laughs) We're the type of people who enjoy these little games. (laughs) I think KB loses most of them? Junji: It's often the person suggesting the game who loses. Rie: It's one of our jinxes, when we decide to play a game, whoever's not there also tends to lose. (laughs) So we all stay in our seats until the game's over! Yoojung: When we're reaching the end of the meal, everyone starts exchanging glances. (laughs) Wondering who will suggest a game, or who will leave their seat.

Q: Your sensual, artistic melodies and dances stand out.

Yoojung: In order to make artistic works, we gain inspiration from various sources. KB apparently often gets ideas from films, books or images, but I often get inspired from the trivial things that I lay my eyes on in my daily life, like magazines, books, tissues, phones. Rie: Sometimes we exchange among ourselves, other times the company will suggest things, like, "What do you think of making a song based on this concept?" Inversely we'll also sometimes give our opinion to the company, "What about this kind of thing?" We won't use those inspirations as is, we'll refine those ideas while exchanging together, "If we interpret it that way, won't it become that kind of work?" Junji: Inspiration is something that can come from any kind of place. When KB gets an idea, he'll immediately write a memo. suit dance is a work developed from a concept the company gave us. Rie: suit dance brings to mind the image of a man beautifully suited up, it expresses dandyism and the beauty of someone dressed up to the tip of their fingers, similar to the film Kingsman. This is something that we talked about together while practising. Yoojung: We also give each other a lot of feedback while practising. We tell each other what we did well. And we study while watching the live stages of other seniors. Rie: When we practice, there'll be fun moments and serious moments. For example, even if we're having fun together, if we have to turn on our expressions and start shooting, everyone will switch in an instant and get immersed in the song's world. I think that's also a strength of our group. Junji: In the beginning there were times when we couldn't say the things that came to mind while practising and left it at that, but that only leads to regrets. So if you're going to have regrets you might as well gather your courage and say those things, and so during practice we've come to give up on what doesn't work and try various things even when it comes to gestures and expressions.

Q: Junji and Rie are popular names in Japan, how did they come about?

Rie: When we debuted, someone on a TV show once told us "Junji and Rie, your Korean is very good." (laughs) There's no particular reason behind the name, but there's apparently a superstition that a female idol with a male name will do well, and inversely a male idol with a female name will do well. And on top of that our group has a genderless image, I think that might be why I was given the name Rie. Yoojung: I think we received names that all fit our own individual images.

Q: I think a lot of people remember OnlyOneOf as a group with sexy visuals. Junji's curtain hair had a lot of impact in particular.

Junji: The curtain hair was the result of trying different hairstyles and picking the one that seemed most memorable. For libidO I suggested making my hair purposefully longer with extensions, and with the ones we used it turned out to be a very long hairstyle. (laughs) I leave it to the hairstylist. Yoojung: For me as well, among the various hair styles I tried, we landed on this one that fit me the best. But I received a lot of positive feedback from fans thanks to this hairstyle, so now I want to keep it. I like it a lot too.

[kittiekotori]

SHES SO CUTE WTF 😭 also it’s so weird seeing comments on this back when it came out with people not knowing who the characters are and being unsure about it comparing the art style to k-on. super interesting time capsule sort of stuff! support your local idol groups you never know which ones will become a mega franchise !!

[zsaszidols]

Zsasz New Artist Portraits

Costume: Lisa Tsuchiya

Visual: Okusora

[dogmotif]

if you're not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like

[gangofcorrupts]

EPIC WUBBOSS IS OPEN FOR ASKS!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 174

Despite what people complain and snark about, Bruce does in fact have contingency plans for pretty much everything. And while he doesn’t have an exact contingency for Jason apparently accidentally kidnapping the apparently prince of the Realms- some infinite space where the dead resided according to Zatanna and Constantine, he’ll have an existential crisis about it later thanks- he did have one for his kids accidentally kidnapping someone. 

He just doesn’t think that exact plan will work in this case, seeing as that plan had to do with civilians and not very large kings that could obliterate the entire world with a hand wave, nevermind the fact that they have so many armies. Not to mention what is apparently both the king’s second-in-command and brother. 

Well, if none of his usual contingencies won’t work and Constantine’s attempts at making a deal isn’t working, nor is the other’s attempts to talk the two down, then it’s plan Z time. Seduction it is. 

[andoutofharm]

Andy had some conversations with fans who showed up for the late night show he is going to be drumming for this week, including some fun details about the 8 balls!

[linterteatime]

All (or most) of Zim's costumes/outfits/alternative universe versions/whatever (2/3)

(group 1 here, group 3 here)

[monstersandmaw]

Male kelpie (dad-bod, single father, biker) x plus size f. reader - Part One (sfw)

Background info post on the Full Moon Motorcycles group here Oats Appreciation post here

Featuring a plus-size, bisexual, not very confident reader, and a divorced, Scottish, single-dad, biker kelpie with a soft-dad bod and a heart as big as his bike’s engine (possibly bigger).

CW: there is a very brief moment where a character (not Oats!) insults the reader for her size and uses some fat-phobic language towards and about her, unaware that she can hear him. If you’re sensitive to that, it is brief, but you can skip from “…you caught the conversation drifting over from the other guys who’d arrived just ahead of you.” to the paragraph beginning, “After some deep breaths and a check in the mirror…”. Also, if you squint, there’s a passing moment that could possibly be interpreted as the reader having some potential issues with food, but it’s not intended to be a big deal and it’s only for about two sentences. Still putting it in here too, just in case. 

Wordcount: 7562

You pushed open the glass door of Full Moon Motorcycles and willed yourself not to feel self-conscious or out of place.

Having both an older brother and a mother who rode motorbikes had at least given you a fair bit of familiarity with bikes and the general ‘biker culture’, but it was mostly the fact that almost all the ‘biker girls’ you saw posing on social media were slim and toned, which you were decidedly not.

From the utterly foetid takes in the comments section of the one post your brother had shared on his page with you in it, you’d also got the impression that the biker community was not particularly kind to any woman with a waist over 25 inches. It probably wasn’t the case, but your one experience with it had been enough to make you very wary.

And yet, as you made your way towards the bike shop’s counter and the older man with floppy, greying hair and warm brown eyes looked up, you were greeted with an open, welcoming smile.

“Hi there,” he said, standing up with a grunt from the comfy chair where he’d been sitting in the corner near the shop’s antique cash register. “What can I do for you?”

You smiled shyly and glanced along the wooden countertop before returning your gaze to him. “I’m looking for a present for my brother, but I’m kind of on a budget…”

“Gotcha. We’ve got some silly key fobs there,” he said, indicating a rotating display rack at one end of the counter, with mottoes that ranged from funny to explicit, “But if they like working on their bike themselves, you can’t go wrong with some maintenance supplies… Not the most glamorous but I promise they’ll be grateful to you all the same.”

“Could always tie a festive ribbon round it,” you said, and he chuckled and nodded.

“That’s the spirit.”

You eyed the reasonable price of the fobs with some relief, and then followed his gesture towards the various bottles of chain degreaser and the like, and a few other useful tools and kits that were stacked on shelves on the back wall to the right of a door that presumably led into the back and store rooms.

The right hand side of the shop had the counter and some shiny, new bikes that had been parked in a row around the perimeter of the space, and the left hand side was more open with a bench or two against the brick walls, and some red, mechanics’ tool-chests tucked against the back wall. A number of leather two- and one-piece suits hung in racks at the furthest end though, with helmets on shelves and a few rows of t-shirts, jeans, gloves, and boots displayed too. There were oil stains in the centre of the polished concrete floor, and you suspected that tinkering took place there outside of the shop’s usual opening hours.

The whole vibe of Full Moon Motorcycles was friendly and cosy, with a slightly industrial, grungy note for some flavour.

In short, you loved it.

“There are also some fun helmet covers –” the older man chuckled, and added, “A number of the regulars here have them, and there are also some earplugs, or perhaps a tough phone case and mount? A chain care kit? There are some vinyl stickers too, and t-shirts, socks, neck warmers, balaclavas, mugs, helmet care kits, thermals…”

Laughing, you held up your hands for him to stop, and he started to chuckle too.

“I’ll let you browse in peace, sweetheart,” he said, his whisky brown eyes twinkling. Even his un-looked-for endearment came across as kindly instead of creepy, and not many men could pull that off. “You just holler if you have questions and I’ll be happy to –”

The door opened behind you and he broke off as his attention was snagged by the arrival of a heavy-set guy in dark jeans and a softly-worn, black leather jacket. He held a black helmet with a tinted visor in his large hands, and he looked more than a little wind-blown and rumpled.

Incongruous with his rather roguish-dishevelment, a lock of his long, thick, slightly grizzled, black hair was held back by a little hair-clip with a Barbie-pink, fabric bow. It didn’t fit with the dark scruff of stubble on his jaw or the piercing green-blue eyes at all, but he seemed completely unfazed by its presence.

“Oats!” the older man exclaimed with obvious joy, clapping his hands. “It’s been a while, my boy! How was the trip to Scotland? You make it round the NC500 this time?”

The ‘boy’ looked to be in his mid to late thirties…

“Ach, no’ a chance this time, Hank,” the man chuckled with a heavy, Scottish accent lacing his rich, rough baritone. Exactly where in Scotland he was from, you couldn’t tell, but it was lyrical and attractive all the same.

“Ah, next time, next time. And is Natalie well?

“Oh aye, my wee Loch Ness Monster is doing just fine. She’ll be terrorising her mother for the Christmas holidays. I came straight from the road though — clutch started playing up just south of Birmingham.” He grimaced, but even that looked charming somehow. “Sort of hoped you might find a minute to take a look at it for me if I left the Old Girl here. No rush though.”

“No problem, Oats. We’ll get her running properly again in no time. Bet you’re missing little Natalie already,” Hank added sympathetically.

“Ah, you have no idea,” the man, peculiarly-named ‘Oats’, sighed ruefully, shaking his head.

“See she left you with a parting gift though,” Hank snorted, pointing at the bow hair clip.

With a slight frown to his dark eyebrows, Oats reached up and patted at his head until he found it, and then he laughed. It was a loud, delighted, full-bellied sound that reverberated through the space while it lasted, and he left the hair clip where it was with no trace of self-consciousness as he lowered his hand again. “Aye, that she did. Surprised it survived the journey down with my lid on and everything. Oh –” His unusually pale green eyes landed on you, watching him and lurking near the rows of t-shirts on the back wall, and he went still.

Those sea-grey eyes raked you up and down, clearly noting the way your black leggings clung to the curves of your thighs and hips, and the black hoodie, which maybe went some way to hiding the softness of your stomach a bit, and he swallowed visibly. He looked… hungry. That was not the usual reaction you had grown accustomed to from men, and you let the flare of heat lick up your insides for just a moment, daring to hope that maybe he did find you attractive.

“Sorry,” he said in your direction, with a soft, dusky smile. “Didnae mean t’interrupt.”

“It’s fine,” you managed to croak back at him before returning your attention, however reluctantly, to present options for your brother while the older man, Hank, hobbled out around the corner of the wooden counter to chat amicably with the man. You couldn’t hear what was said as the two chatted in lower voices, but it was evident that they were good friends. While they talked, however, you couldn’t help noticing that he stole occasional sidelong glances in your direction, and you felt your face warm pleasantly.

‘Oats’ was certainly an unusual nickname, but then again, almost everyone who rode with your brother also had their own nicknames for one reason or another. As you browsed, you wondered what Oats had done to earn that one. He certainly looked like a snack to you, but you vowed not to let your attraction to the stranger show. Awkward situations (or worse, silences) tended to arise when you let that happen.

He had a tanned, outdoorsy complexion, and longish, black hair that was tied back in a low ponytail that brushed below the collar of his black leather jacket. It looked like it had a tendency to flop into his face when not restrained by that out-of-place pink bow. He filled out the jacket very well, and clearly had a soft paunch, and his thighs looked frankly delectable in those thick, indigo jeans. You prayed you wouldn’t have to see him fully from the back if he turned around, to witness the way he filled out the seat of his jeans too.

Fuck. Concentrate.

Bike gifts for brother, not delicious-looking stranger you’re never going to see again.

“Well, I shouldnae hang about, I suppose.”

Oats’ voice cut through your musings in front of chain degreasers and you jumped a little. Glancing back over at him, you offered him a smile when he too turned to look at you one last time, and a slow, charming smile crept onto his handsome face.

“See you,” he said with a dip of his head. Before he strode from the shop though, he let his eyes roam once more down the length of you and he bit his lower lip, almost regretfully, then turned away abruptly.

Oh yes. He absolutely did fill out the ass of those jeans beautifully.

Quite honestly, you weren’t totally sure what you ended up getting your brother for his birthday. You took whatever it was to the counter in a daze, your mind replaying over and over the way he’d looked at you.

“Must say,” Hank said conspiratorially as he fished your change from the antique cash register and slid it across the polished, wooden counter towards you. “I’ve never seen Oats quite so taken with someone, miss.” He chuckled, his kind, whisky-brown eyes glinting. “You take care now.”

Swallowing, you nodded and left the shop, hoping perhaps to find Oats waiting for you outside on the street, leaning against his motorcycle, but life was not a movie, and wherever he was, he was not lingering in the hopes of seeing you. In fact, the street was completely deserted, so you crossed, clambered into your little hatchback, and drove home with the feeling that you’d let a pivotal moment in your life pass you by.

Your sour mood persisted like a raincloud for the whole week, but by the time you were driving over to your brother’s on Saturday for his birthday ride, you were trying to pull yourself out of it. You had your own helmet with you, secured in the back of the car, and beside it was (now wrapped) the present you’d got him. In fact, it was a chain care kit, and, although you hadn’t noticed at the time, Hank had thrown in a free keychain that said ‘In my defence, I was left unsupervised’ which was very on-brand for your brother. You had planned to go back and thank him for the freebie as soon as you could, but your brother’s birthday ride had been planned for that Saturday, and work had been hell that week, so you’d not had the chance.

Predictably, Alex wasn’t in the house when you rang the doorbell, so you followed the sound of metallic clinking and laughter, and went round the side to find him tinkering with his mad little Honda Grom in the garage, while his two best mates — Eggs and Sparky — were lounging around and either making unhelpful suggestions or lewd comments.

“Yo!” Sparky grinned when he saw you, sitting up straighter and almost falling off the mechanic’s tool chest he was leaning his weight against. At Sparky’s exclamation, your brother sat up and banged his head on the handlebars of the short little Grom with a curse.

“Hey,” you mumbled in Sparky’s general direction. “Happy birthday, Alex.”

Alex scrambled upright and came over to hug you, probably smearing grease and dirt all over your armoured jacket, but since it was black anyway, you didn’t mind too much. Alex was about as opposite to you as it was possible to get — straight up and down like a beanpole, and tall. You took after your mother, inheriting all her thick curves and soft edges. Soft heart too.

“Thought this might come in handy,” you mumbled when Alex released you and you held out the brown paper bag stamped with the logo of Full Moon Motorcycles.

His eyes lit up when he saw the logo, and he tore into it like a chipmunk after a peanut, grinning in delight when he’d dismembered it, and in particular he showed off the keychain to his mates. Eggs snatched it and tried to claim it for himself, but Alex was having none of it, and the three of them scrapped and goofed around while you sat down on an old, metal stool in the corner and waited for the other two of your small party to show up, with a cool, curdling kind of dread in the pit of your stomach when you heard one name in particular. Nooner.

Within an hour though, you were all out on the road.

You took the pillion seat behind Alex, and warded his mates off at red lights when they came for his killswitch to immobilise him. A while later though, Alex zoomed off down the open road that would take you all out of town and towards the somewhat famous biker cafe, ‘Elusive Neutral’, that sat nestled amongst the fragrant heather of the rolling hills surrounding the old market town.

The sky was a gorgeous, autumnal blue and the weather was perfect, neither too hot nor too cold, and as your brother’s Yamaha flew along the winding A-road that was every biker’s dream, you cracked a smile and gently tipped your head back. As much as it had scared you when you’d first ridden behind your mother all those years ago, you did love the feeling of being out on a bike. Not that you were actually brave enough to want to try and learn yourself though. Something always held you back, made you wary and unsure, and then you inevitably felt down about that too. God, you wished you had Alex’s wild confidence.

Nothing good ever seemed to last for you though, and when Alex’s R1 had purred into the car park behind Eggs and Sparky, and you’d hopped off to let him reverse more easily into a space, you caught the conversation drifting over from the other guys who’d arrived just ahead of you.

“…if he didn’t have his fat sister with him, we could have fucking ripped it up along those twisties.” That, of course, had come from Nooner, named for the fact that he rarely stuck to two wheels and always pulled wheelies, or ‘nones’, whenever he got the chance. Out of all of your brother’s friends, he was the one you liked the least, for… obvious reasons.

“Talk about killing the vibes, huh?” Eggs replied, trying to suck up to him, as ever. “More like ‘crushing’!”

The reason Eggs had earned his nickname was that he’d lost a bet and shaved his head when they’d all been about sixteen, and he’d looked like a boiled egg til it grew back. You wished you had the sass to remind him of that every time his spine seemed to crumble in favour of earning a half-hearted snicker out of Nooner.

When Alex joined you, he caught the crestfallen expression on your face and frowned, but you shook your head and walked away from them, heading for the cafe alone.

“Can’t wait to shove some cake in her fat gob already,” Nooner added as an aside to Eggs, and your vision blurred as tears welled along your lashes. Why did people have to be so cruel? To trample all over someone else just to feel a little taller themselves?

You vaguely heard what sounded like Sparky’s voice countering the comment, but you didn't stick around either way. If you mentioned it to your brother again, he’d just say it was banter with the guys and not to take it to heart. Easy for someone who's never been on the end of that kind of comment to shrug it off, after all.

You ducked straight for the toilets when you got inside the airy, modern cafe, not even bothering to look around or find a table first.

After some deep breaths and a check in the mirror to see that you hadn’t turned your eyeliner into a panda cosplay, you headed out again and made for the little bar that doubled as a counter for people who were there solo to sit and eat instead of taking up a whole table to themselves. None of your brother’s friends joined you, and when you glanced back over your shoulder, you saw that they’d settled themselves around a table in the far corner and already had a number for a server to bring their food order over. They hadn’t even waited for you.

“Fuck them,” you hissed through gritted teeth, taking a seat at the bar instead. The stools were made of old tractor seats, and they were surprisingly comfortable, and as you leaned your forearms on the countertop, the young woman behind the counter came over to you with a smile that made you feel a little better.

“Hey,” she said. “What can I get for you?”

You ordered a hot drink, and then took out your phone while you waited for her to make it for you.

For half an hour or so, you sat scrolling through social media and sipping your drink and telling yourself this was your brother’s day and not yours. He did come over a couple of times, but you declined to sit with his friends, and because he’d never had any real reason to doubt you before, he took you at your word when you told him you were happy enough where you were. “I don’t want to get in the way,” you said, and he believed you.

Patting you on the shoulder, he left you for the third time, and you looked down into the dregs of your drink with a heavy sigh. “This sucks.”

Outside, the sound of more bikes arriving made your ears perk up, and you wondered idly what they rode. Elusive Neutral had once been an old cattle barn, but it had been completely redone and the walls on two sides had been replaced with vast picture windows that showed the sweeping expanse of moorland beyond, and a small sliver of the car park at one end. Craning your neck, you saw a group of maybe five or six bikers draw up, some on hipster looking cafe racers and others on racy sports bikes. There was even a Ducati Panigale among them, and behind them followed an old, battered, blue pickup truck.

The door opened a little while later, and you glanced over, eyes drawn instinctively by the movement.

Above the general chatter and merry chinking of china in the room, the energy of the new group of bikers rose like a cloud of dizzy mayflies; buzzing and excited and full of joy. You watched them all with interest from your perch at the counter.

The first through the door was an absolute Amazon of a woman, with her long black hair restrained in a thick braid, and shoulders the width of a barn door. She was lean and tall, and in her biker gear she looked… incredible. Her face was strikingly handsome, but until she glanced down at the woman walking beside her, her features were hard and glowering and unspeakably stern. She held the door open for one of the others to follow her inside, but when she locked eyes again with the brunette by her side, her whole expression melted into unguarded adoration. Your gut twisted briefly with jealousy.

It wouldn’t matter to you who looked at you like that, if only someone would.

You looked away, and by the time you glanced back at the bikers, the whole group had filed in from outside. There was a guy with golden-brown skin and beautiful dark brown eyes who had his arm wrapped possessively around the waist of a pale, skinny guy in black jeans and a moth-eaten, black jumper, with his long hair tied back in a bun, and behind them came a strikingly attractive guy in a manual wheelchair, flanked by a very short biker with slightly anaemic looking skin. You wondered fleetingly if the guy in the wheelchair had ridden a motorbike there, and if so how, before you realised he was probably the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, with long, flowing red hair and dark green eyes, and the kind of mouth that was made for laughing, and for kissing.

Jesus, was it an unwritten rule of being a biker that you had to be unfairly attractive? Even Hank, who you recognised with a start of surprise coming in behind the guy with red hair, wasn’t unattractive, in a bulky, older man kind of way.

The guy walking with him though… he truly made your stomach swoop.

It was Oats.

You looked away before he could spot you, sitting alone at the bar like some pathetic creature waiting for cocktail hour to begin. It was lunchtime on a sunny, autumnal Saturday though, and there you were sitting alone because you didn’t fancy sitting with your brother’s loser mates.

God, the way Oats had looked in his tough-looking leather jacket, with his eyes crinkled mid-laugh at something the guy in the wheelchair had shot back at them over his shoulder… You bit your lip and stared into the bottom of your cold, empty mug like it would divine some kind of solution to your situation for you.

The new group didn’t seem to notice you while they filed up to the counter, jostling and joking, and when they drifted off to another corner of the cafe, you turned back to your phone, trying desperately to resist the almost overwhelming urge to keep turning over your shoulder to watch them.

Before too long however, you startled at a soft tap on your shoulder, and you looked around to find Oats himself stepping back to a polite distance and smiling down at you like he’d found a treasure in an unexpected place.

“Hey there,” he said in that rolling, Scottish accent that did unspeakably indecent things to your insides. “Sorry if I’m intruding, but you were at Full Moon last week, right?”

Mute for a moment, you nodded, and mustered up a slightly dazed smile for him.

“You… here alone?” he asked, eyeing the currently-empty seats to your left and right. In fact, someone had only just gathered up their belongings and left.

“Kind of?” you croaked, letting your eyes slide over to the table where your brother and his friends were hunched over one of their phones, snickering at something. “It’s… It’s my brother’s birthday today. I… tagged along as pillion, but… you know… I’m kind of a spare part really.”

At that, Oats’ dark eyebrows knitted into a scowl and he looked across the room at them before returning his attention to you. Then, his unearthly, almost prismatic, silver-green eyes took in your empty cup and he grinned. “Can I get y’a top up?”

Your instinct was to refuse, but you bit your lip. This didn’t feel real. A cute, handsome, courteous guy was actually taking an interest in you.

“Sure. Thank you.” And the smile that spread itself across your face telegraphed your delight in a way that was impossible to disguise with any kind of suave grace.

Oats, however, seemed equally delighted, and nodded. The barista came back over and he leaned his weight on the counter to talk to her. He seemed to have that enviably easy manner with everybody, and he even charmed a free slice of cake out of her too with what felt like no effort at all.

“Chocolate? Or something else?” he asked you.

“Pardon?”

“Cake.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine,” you said, but he frowned.

“You sure? I’m gonna have a bit of their chocolate cake. It’s so good, it’s practically a sin.”

“I…” you faltered.

He didn’t pressure you though and shrugged easily, turning back to the barista. “Gimme two forks with that, love. Just in case.”

“No problem,” she beamed back while she bustled about, and Oats eyed the empty bar stool next to yours.

“May I?”

You swallowed your nerves and nodded. “Please.” And then, because apparently a demon of confidence had temporarily possessed you, you eyed his slightly helmet-flattened forelock and said, “No pink hair clips today?”

He guffawed loudly enough that your brother actually glanced over and frowned when he saw you talking with a stranger.

Oats snorted and shook his head. “No, not today. My daughter is still up in Scotland with her mother.” He fixed you with a more serious look and said, “She and I divorced, before you get the wrong idea about me flirting like this with a beautiful woman.”

The compliment caught you so off-guard that you just froze for a moment, but when the heat of a blush filled your face, you looked away and he chuckled.

“I’m not normally so forward, but I’ve been kicking myself for not talking to you when I first saw you in Full Moon. Hank was telling me just this morning what a muppet I’d made of myself for walking away like that.”

You looked behind you at the group of his friends and then turned back to him. “Won’t they think you’re being rude, ignoring them like this?”

He shook his head and smiled. “They’re probably all taking bets on how quickly you’ll shoot me down.”

“What? I’d have to be an idiot to do that.”

At that, his face split into a huge, handsome grin and he shook his head just a little. “Lucky me,” he said. “You ride?” he added, eyeing your jacket that was obviously a motorcycle jacket.

You shrugged. “Pillion. I’ve never ridden myself, but my brother lets me come out with him sometimes.”

Oats nodded, and then, as the barista set down his coffee, your top-up, and the plate of decadent chocolate cake with two forks, he said, “I’m Euan, by the way, but everyone calls me Oats.”

You introduced yourself, and then said, “Oats?”

He snorted and nodded. “Not the worst nickname, for sure.”

“Can I ask where it came from?”

Oats nodded and shunted the plate towards you first before leaning his elbow on the bar and watching you while he spoke. “I think it’s because I’m a dad, but I’m always prepared for most situations, and when it comes to my Natalie, she’s always hungry. I’ve usually got about a thousand granola bars stashed away about my person —” he said, cutting himself off to pat conspicuously at his jacket pockets. Pulling a slightly dog-eared crunchy bar from his breast pocket, he wielded it like a magic wand at you and said, “Case in point.”

“Hence, Oats,” you said, eyeing the healthy brand name on the packet.

“Exactly. Like I said, it could be worse. See the tall lass over there with the dangerous scowl?”

You didn't need to turn around to know which of his friends he was talking about, but you did anyway. “Yeah.”

“We call her Pixie.”

“Do I even want to know?”

“Probably not,” he chuckled, stowing the granola bar back into his pocket and taking a huge scoop of the chocolate cake with his own fork.

“What do you ride then?” you asked.

“Triumph Bonneville T120,” he said with almost exactly the same intonation and fondness as he’d just said ‘because I’m a dad’, and you couldn’t help smiling. “Can’t be doing with all these glitzy sports bikes and the like,” he added with a laugh, setting his fork down and blinking slowly. His lashes, you noticed, were thick and dark and enticingly long.

Laughing, you smiled. “Don’t say that too loudly — my brother rides an R1.”

“Nice,” Oats grinned back. “But nothing could entice me away from my girl.”

“I’m surprised you’re here, flirting with me then,” you said. Evidently that confidence demon was still lurking.

Again, Oats laughed, though it was more of a low whicker this time, and it rolled right through you and lit you up all over. God, how long had it been since someone had laughed like that for you?

“There are… exceptions,” he said in a rumbling murmur. “Tell me about yourself?” he asked, and you did.

You spent the next hour at least talking in an easy back and forth with him while he charmed a few more refills from the barista and a lot of answers out of you, before one of his friends sidled up shyly and waited for a lull in your conversation.

“Sorry to butt in,” the small, unbelievably beautiful woman said. She was the one who’d been on the receiving end of the adoring look from the Amazon, ‘Pixie’. She had chocolate-brown hair falling in thick ringlets around a gorgeous face, and, you were pleased to note, she had wide hips and a softness to her that a lot of the biker chicks you’d seen online didn’t have.

“Coco,” Oats beamed. “Meet my new friend.” He introduced you by name, and Coco smiled at you, holding out her hand.

When your palms connected, you felt a warmth rush through you and you felt like your heart skipped a beat. The feeling like you could tip forwards and drown in her endless, dark brown eyes almost unseated you, but she let go of you and stepped back with a pretty smile on her Cupid’s-bow lips. “Pleasure to meet you. Just wanted to tell Oats that we’re thinking of heading off soon. Ariel has a photoshoot he wants to get to in an hour or so, and Demon’s keen to get going as well.”

Oats nodded, and you tried not to let your stomach drop down to your boots at the thought of all this coming to such an abrupt end.

Coco turned her head sharply to look at you just as the feeling hit, and she smiled faintly. “You could always stay here though, Oats,” she added with a pretty smile. “We’re only going back to Full Moon, and Demon clearly has no intention of lingering there…” She shot a meaningful glance back at their table. Demon, the guy with dark hair and tanned skin, was seated with the guy he’d entered with now draped in his lap, his skinny legs dangling as he sprawled languidly back against the guy’s muscular chest. Demon whispered something into his ear before he clearly bit the shell of his boyfriend’s ear, which made him sit abruptly upright and flush a vibrant pink.

Oats laughed again and shook his head. “Fuck me,” he chuckled privately. “Never thought I’d see the day. You guys go on. I’m… I’m very much content here.”

“I can see that,” Coco smirked, and walked away.

When she was out of earshot, you turned to Oats with a hot flush of your own in your face and said, “Don’t stay if you don’t want to… I’m sure my brother will be leaving soon anyway…”

Just as you said that, and before Oats could reply, Alex reappeared at your side and jutted his chin in Oats’ direction. “You good?” he chirped at you.

“Fine,” you replied. “This is Oats. I met him at Full Moon Motorcycles when I was buying your birthday present.”

“Oh,” Alex replied, holding out his hand for Oats to shake. “Good to meet you, man. You tell her what to get for me? If you did, it was a good choice.”

“No,” Oats said carefully, his grey-green eyes sliding back to your face even while he shook your brother’s hand amicably. “No, whatever she got you, it was all her.”

“Oh, cool,” Alex said. “Listen, sis, we’re gonna hit the road in a while. Nooner and Eggs want to hit the twisties for a bit, but I can’t really do that with a backpack, so Sparky said he’d give you a ride home, if that’s ok.”

You swallowed. “Um…”

“I can give her a lift,” Oats replied after a swift glance in your direction. “She’s already got her own lid, and there’s room on the Bobber’s double seat for both of us.”

“I don’t know, man,” Alex said with a wary frown.

“Your choice,” Oats shrugged easily, looking at you and holding his hands up just a little.

For a fleeting moment, you weren’t sure, but the idea of wrapping your arms around Oats’ thick middle and sitting astride his gorgeous bike kind of decided it for you. Besides, it was a long time since you’d done anything truly just for yourself; simply because you wanted to. You nodded at your brother. “It’s fine. You go ahead.”

“You sure?”

Nodding to reassure him, you smiled again and Alex backed up a pace. “Cool. Text me later, ok?” he said as he retreated towards his friends, clearly trying to hide his excitement at not having a passenger for the great, twisting section of A-road they were heading for.

“Will do. Have fun, and don’t crash!” you called after him. “Or get a speeding ticket!”

He waved a hand over one shoulder without looking back, and you laughed and returned your attention to Oats. “Brothers.”

“Bikers,” he replied. “You try telling that to any of that lot though —” he gestured towards his own group of friends who were now filtering out of the door. “You ready to head out too or do you want to stay?”

You did want to stay, but the seat wasn’t that comfortable anymore, and you wanted to move around a bit. “No, I’m good to go,” you said and prepared to slide off the stool, but Oats stepped down first and held out his hand to you. You didn't need helping down, and his playful little smirk told you he knew as much, so you rode out the last of that demonic possession and let your fingers slide across his palm and he steadied you off the stool.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Pleasure.”

You picked up your helmet from where you’d stowed it on the floor at your feet and straightened to find him waving casually across the room to the good-looking guy with the ethereally pretty boyfriend. Before he stepped away from you and made towards the door though, you cleared your throat and said, “Oats?”

“Mn?” Looking down at you, his entire attention honed in on you, like you were the centre of the universe, and you swallowed back a sudden welling of emotion.

“Listen… Thank you… for… coming over to me today. Like I said, it’s my brother’s birthday, and he was here with his friends, and he only included me so I didn’t feel completely left out, but…” Accursed tears washed over your eyes for a moment but you blinked them away furiously and ploughed on regardless. “I’m really glad I came along today anyway,” you finished rather pathetically.

His full, beautiful lips curled into a gentle smile and he blinked softly and exhaled. When he spoke, his voice was low and his words private, as though you weren’t standing in a busy cafe surrounded by people and the cheerful clatter of coffee cups and laughter. “I’m really glad I did too. I wasn’t going to, you know? I was going to stay at home and edit a boatload of raw photographs for a client, but Demon convinced me to come out. I guess I owe him.”

“‘Demon’? For… For the speed?” you asked, wondering how he came by his nickname.

“For the horns,” Oats replied in deadpan humour. “Have a look if he’s still there when we go outside. You ready?”

You followed him out of the cafe with a nod, and just as you took a deep, indulgent breath of fresh, heathland air, Oats’ group of friends filed out past you on their bikes. The one named Demon was in the lead, and the nickname made immediate sense. Sitting astride a blood-red Panigale, with his boyfriend clinging on behind him like a limpet, the guy had pale, curving horns fixed to the crown of his helmet.

“Yeah, that tracks,” you said, and Oats waggled his dark eyebrows.

The Amazon had a Yamaha R1 like your brother’s, but hers had a pearl-white wrap that made it look almost spectral, and riding out in front of her was Coco on a yellow and black Honda Hornet.

The telltale red plait told you that the guy in the wheelchair was on a modified Kawasaki, with unusual struts at the back that looked like they would come down when he stopped to stabilise him instead of having to take his legs off the foot pegs, where they were currently Velcro-ed in place. Watching the whole group file out was Hank, standing beside a battered old pickup. In the bed of the truck, you could just see that the red-headed biker’s wheelchair secured in place.

Hank waved the last of them off, then glanced over at Oats. The older man lifted his nose just a little, as if he too was enjoying the fresh, moorland wind that whipped across the car park, and he nodded once at Oats, and then at you to your surprise, before clambering stiffly up into his pickup and closing the door. It shut with a raucous yelp of rusty hinges.

You stood there and watched Oats’ friends all file out, all waving at Oats as they passed, before they set off down the road in a roar of revving engines to leave a lonely looking Bonneville waiting patiently near the stone wall of the car park nearby.

“Yours, I presume?” you said, nodding at it.

“Yup.”

“She’s a beauty,” you mumbled, self-consciousness prickling at the sides of your neck for the silly comment.

Oats beamed though, his sea-foam eyes lighting up as the crinkles around his eyes and the slight dimples in his cheeks creased under the force of his obvious pleasure. “Thank you. She’s my pride and joy. You ready? Oh, wait, you should put your address into my phone before we get going,” he laughed.

You nodded, taking the offered phone from him. Your fingers brushed against his warm skin as you took it, and a tiny thrill passed through you that you did your best to quash. With your address plugged in and a route home waiting to be followed, you handed it back to him and looked up into his handsome, rugged face as he smiled.

“Cheers. Let’s go,” he said, and you trailed along beside him over to his bike, heartbeat thudding in your ears with your nerves.

He swung a leg over and turned the key, then pushed the bike upright and nudged the side-stand in with his left foot before flicking the switch and bringing the bike to life. She growled beautifully, the low, thundering rumble of her engine sounding far more visceral and primal than your brother’s sports bike did. Perhaps it was the design of the lower-slung Bonneville, with its visible parts that made you think of a Steampunk aesthetic, but you instantly preferred it. Plus, the double seat looked way more cushioned — and less precarious — than the one you’d perched on to get to the cafe that morning.

Oats got himself comfy while you slid your helmet on, then he looked over his shoulder at you and nodded, so you took that as your cue and got settled on the pillion seat behind him. The footpegs were already down. The pulsing purr of the machine beneath you was almost enough to distract you from the fact that you were entrusting your life to a relative stranger, whom you’d never seen ride before, and as you climbed on and rested your hands politely on his shoulders, you felt a shiver travel through your whole nervous system.

“Do whatever’s comfortable for you, obviously,” Oats said over the noise of his bike, “But if you want to hold my waist — if you can actually get your arms around my middle, that is,” he chuckled self-effacingly, “— feel free. Totally up to you.”

“Thanks,” you yelled back, and, because apparently that pesky demon of confidence was still kicking around, you hugged his torso.

It was wonderful.

Slowly snaking your arms around his middle, you felt your chest press against his back and you caught the way he inhaled slowly and tried not to wonder what it meant. It felt so good to hold him that you had to remind yourself it wasn’t a hug. It was to keep you in place while a gorgeous stranger drove you home on his equally gorgeous bike. With a final thumbs-up to check you were happy, to which you replied with a nod of your head and tried not to clack your helmet against his, he pulled away and your heart leapt for the sheer joy of it.

Where the R1 was built for sleek speed and bursts of power, the Bonneville was build to be enjoyed, and oh gosh, did you enjoy every curve.

And not just the curves in the road, either.

Oats was soft, but he was solid, and the urge to rest one hand on his thick thigh was almost overwhelming, until he took the corners at just the right pace to be exhilarating without you having to worry about your safety, and you clung on instead and laughed behind the safety of your visor.

It was all over way too soon, and as the Bonneville chugged into your road like a steam train and halted outside your poky, terraced house with its quaint little kitchen garden out the front in the postage-stamp of space between the pavement and the house, your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. Please don’t let this be it, you thought desperately.

You went through the motions of getting carefully off the bike without staggering or falling, and again, Oats held out his hand to help steady you. You gripped his fingers gratefully and when you gave an extra little squeeze to his hand at the end, you could have sworn he answered with one of his own and a throaty chuckle.

He dismounted too, which surprised you, and you wondered if you were going to have to ask him inside. As much as you wanted that in principle, you desperately didn’t want it to happen today because the house was a mess: laundry was still hanging up all over the place, and you’d cooked a curry the previous night and it was definitely still lingering in the air.

Oats took off his helmet but left his bike idling, which went a little way to reassuring you, and when you looked more closely at his expression, you thought you saw a hint of something familiar lingering in the corners of his eyes. Was he nervous?

Swallowing thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing behind the thick, 5 o’clock shadow that looked like it lingered pretty constantly no matter the time of day, Oats took a deep breath, held it, and then smiled at you. “Fuck,” he exhaled, and laughed. “I’m… very rusty at all this.” He held his helmet in both hands before him, toying with the strap.

“If I gave you my number, would you maybe like to meet up again?” you asked, taking pity on the man.

“Very much,” he said softly. “Like I said, Natalie is with her mum for the holidays, and apart from a wedding I’m covering next week, this is a pretty slow time of year for me. I’m free… mostly whenever.”

The reminder that he had a daughter with someone else did make you wonder what you were letting yourself in for. Children weren’t really something you had any expense of, since neither you nor your brother had shown any parental inclinations yet, and you weren’t particularly close to your cousins who had small kids.

“Ok, let me give you my number and we can figure something out.”

That done, he slid his phone back into his pocket and zipped it up, biting gently at his lower lip for a moment. “I know it’s bold,” he said, “But may I kiss you?”

Your heart skipped and soared. Breathless, you looked up at him and whispered, “Yes.”

His tiny, gentle, lopsided smile heralded the kiss’ approach, and he took your jaw delicately in one, leather-gloved hand as he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours. They were soft but insistent against yours, and you answered with a little moan as your eyes fluttered shut.

He groaned, pulling you closer with a low growl so that you were pressed flush against him for a moment before he stepped back and exhaled roughly. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Thank you. I’ll… I’ll see you soon?”

You nodded, feeling like you were floating inches above the ground.

You watched him re-mount his bike and adjust himself a little once he was settled, then he revved it playfully for you, and rode away after a final look back at you. He flipped his visor down as he pulled away, and you watched the bike and its rider disappear down the road.

‘Soon’ couldn’t come soon enough… 

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OnlyOneOf TVnavi SMILE vol.45 interview

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Translation under cut

page 01 & 02

After their debut in Korea on May 28th, 2019, and their long-awaited Japanese debut on May 18th of this year, OnlyOneOf is appearing for the first time in our magazine! The six members of this boy group whose name unashamedly means "being someone's one and only" charm onlookers with their sexy dance skills and emotional singing. We went looking for their true faces.

page 03 - KB x Yoojung

KB

Born 1992/04/23, Korean. Producer and vocalist

Yoojung

Born 1997/05/29, Korean. Main dancer

Something that fills your heart with peace?

KB: To have been able to come to Japan and meet Japanese lyOns (OnlyOneOf fans) directly. I'm so happy to have been able to see everyone at last!

Yoojung: When I'm eating Japanese convenience store desserts. I love desserts with fresh cream. They're different from the ones in Korean convenience stores, and there's a lot more of them in Japan. When I eat something delicious I feel happy!! And at peace.

What do you call each other?

Yoojung: I call him "Kyu"! Right?

KB: Right, "Yoo"! (laughs) We call each other by our first syllables.

Tell us about an episode that deepened your relationship.

Yoojung: We're often paired together in songs and music videos, so…

KB: Right, you can say it's a business relationship. (laughs)

Yoojung: What, no it's not! We really are close!!

KB: That sounds suspicious somehow. (laughs)

Yoojung: But it's true!! Our friends and family are always like, "Wow, you two get along so well ~"

KB: We even watched Netflix together yesterday ~

Yoojung: Right! We're close!

So how do you want your relationship to grow in the future?

Yoojung: … No one knows what the future holds.

KB: What!? We really are close!! (laughs)

page 04 - Rie x Junji

Junji

Born 1998/04/06, Korean. Lead dancer and vocal

Rie

Born 1996/11/06, Korean. Lead dancer and vocal

Something that fills your heart with peace?

Rie: I love watching the Japanese scenery go by from the window of a moving car. I also love the city atmosphere, seeing those sights makes me feel peaceful and happy. And of course, eating delicious Japanese foods makes me happy.

Junji: I also love the drives in Japan. The special sights heal your heart. And also, the draft beer is delicious in Japan no matter what!! I was moved by how delicious it is. Drinking draft beer is absolutely a happy time!

What do you call each other?

Rie: Junji.

Junji: Rie. Simple as that.

Tell us how you feel about your relationship.

Junji: Rie is so kind. Even in Japanese, when there's something I don't know, he'll explain it to me properly. By thinking about choreography together we got closer, during those times he'd also teach me thoroughly until I could do it. He's got such an easy to get along with personality, I respect it.

Rie: Junji gives off such a soft impression, and he's always so kind. And his face is cute, so just looking at him makes you feel happy! (laughs)

Is there something you'd like to do to get even closer?

Junji: Rie loves fishing, I'd like to go together and exchange more deeply!

Rie: I really want to go fishing together one day.

page 05 - Mill x Nine

Nine

Born 1999/12/13, Korean. Beatmaker and vocal

Mill

Born 1999/03/30, Korean. Rapper

Something that fills your heart with peace?

Mill: Japanese sights are healing. The sceneries are beautiful, and the sights during our concert were also beautiful. And what made me happiest was to be able to meet Japanese lyOns face to face. To be able to do a concert in Japan and meet lyOns made me so happy I could cry.

Nine: Right now, the Japanese concert is the best thing. We haven't been able to go to Japan since our debut. We were so happy to have been able to see our Japanese lyOns singing, dancing and laughing!

What do you call each other?

Mill: I generally call him Nine.

Nine: "Yongsoo" or "Soo-ya". I call Mill by his real name. Soo-ya ~

How do you feel when you're both together?

Mill: Nine is the only one in the group who's the same age as me, so he's irreplaceable in that I can connect with him without reserve. Thinking about choreography together is always a fun time too.

Nine: When I'm with Mill, I can't stop laughing. We're laughing nonstop!! I talk a lot, but Mill talks even more than me and always makes me laugh. Everything about him makes me laugh: words, attitude, body…

Mill: (laughs)!! We also have similar hobbies like sports and going to the movies, so the time we spend together is so fun. Last time we went shooting and I lost, so I want my revenge.

Nine: We sleep in the same room in the dorms as well. Our relationship is the result of all the time we've spent together, so I'll leave it to the flow from here on as well. (laughs)

page 06 - KB x Yoojung x Nine TALK

What are your roles in the group?

KB: I'm the eldest brother of the group, and I also write songs.

Yoojung: I dance, and I'm in charge of maintaining OnlyOneOf's gentle image.

Nine: I compose, and I'm the moodmaker.

What do you think OnlyOneOf's charm points are?

KB: That our works have a clearly-defined concept, that our songs go from intense to delicate, and that they reflect the members' points of view. Nine participated in both the composition and lyrics of "suit dance".

Nine: Right! We'll be happy if lots of people buy our CD and listen to our music.

Yoojung: In "suit dance", there's a dance move where we take a handkerchief out of our breast pockets… We failed at it many times. But the hardest was the scene where Nine takes off and places back Junji's jacket!

Nine: It was hard! One time I couldn't grab it, and danced as though I was holding it.

Yoojung: The jackets were sticky with sweat. But Nine's "pantomime" was excellent and I could see the jacket even though it wasn't there. (laughs)

KB: He was really good. I enjoyed it as a viewer too.

Your dancing has a lot of shine.

Yoojung: Maybe because it reflects our members' specific presences and auras?

KB: It's because we're good-looking! (laughs)

Yoojung: It's a job where we charm people. We become popular by being aware of our appearances from the start.

KB: But Nine doesn't seem to particularly care…

Nine: Huh!?

KB: I think what leads to popularity is an environment where everyone has their respective strengths but can exchange feedback.

Nine: We're very close, so we're good at feedback.

KB: It's because we've lived together such a long time.

Nine: But I don't sleep in the same room as KB? I'm in the "fun room" with Mill and Rie. They're in the… Sleep-talking room. (laughs)

KB: I'm the type who doesn't mind sleep-talking. (laughs)

Yoojung: This is who we are.

You're also popular on social media!

Nine: I'm always monitoring, on the lookout for trends.

KB: My social media style is future-oriented. I take pictures wearing alien clothes.

Nine: Alien, was it… (laughs)

Yoojung: My social media specialty is self-deprecating content where I make people laugh with my expressions. I think it's funniest.

So what are OnlyOneOf's goals now?

KB: To continue coming out with a better work than the previous one with each release, and to become number one. It's a tough path, but that's why it's our goal. For our first Japanese concert everyone was so kind, and we're thankful for this dreamlike moment. We'll make sure to return all those blessings!

Yoojung: The goal is to always grow! The next time we come to Japan, I want to be able to talk in Japanese.

Nine: We'll do our best to express in our performances how thankful we are for everyone! And we'll become the best artists, no matter the field!!

page 06 - Rie x Junji x Mill TALK

Please introduce each other's special characteristics.

Junji: Mill is a crybaby! Every time he sees lyOns he starts crying.

Mill: Rie is so cool on stage whether he dances or raps, he's a big brother you can respect, but when he gets off stage he's a baby. (laughs)

Rie: Junji has a very sexy voice, is good at singing and dancing, he's a perfect artist on stage, but when he gets off stage he's also a baby. (laughs) Everyone is pure and free.

What are your positions in the group?

Mill: I bring sweetness and jokes.

Rie: Mill is like Shin-chan in Crayon Shin-chan!

Junji: People say I'm a cat-like person.

Mill: He really has the personality of a cute cat!

Rie: I'm comfortable and soft.

Junji: Rie really has a good, kind personality, so everyone likes him.

Your favourite food in Japan?

Rie: Gyuukatsu and Ichiran ramen! Also Japanese cup ramens are really elaborate and delicious. And I want to try seafood dishes in Tsukiji [famous Tokyo fish market].

Mill: Me too, when I ate gyuukatsu and ramen it was delicious to the point of passing out.

Junji: Gyuukatsu and draft beer!!

Mill: Beer is delicious!

Do you have a favourite Japanese word or sentence?

Rie: "Could I ask for a towel?" "Would it be possible to clean up now?" (laughs)

Junji: I really like "I'm so happy".

Mill: "_ shika katan" ["_ is the best", slang phrase that's also part of stan lingo]

Tell us about something that happened while creating your Japanese debut song, "suit dance (Japanese ver.)"

Rie: We wanted to pick a song that would fit a performance in suits, while aiming for a simple yet adult feeling.

Mill: OnlyOneOf has a lot of intense songs, and while this one is quieter, it's also an adult song where you can feel intensity hidden inside.

Junji: When we heard it, we thought of inserting a dance using jackets. The jacket dance between Nine and I is a highlight!

Rie: There's a lyric that goes, "Get lost into me just a little more, I'll whisper in your ear Listen up, Come and sink deeper." The vocals are very heartrending.

Junji: The lyrics I sing, "Your very gait is off, Like you've got all the time in the world Lay back, So detached as always" are very visual so I like them a lot.

Mill: I love both the melody and the feel of the lyrics of the "suit dance, suit dance" part.

So what are OnlyOneOf's goals now?

Junji: We were so happy to debut in Japan, so we want to become artists who can progress even more and make everyone happy.

Rie: The Japanese concert was such a happy time, I'd like to be able to perform at Tokyo Dome one day.

Mill: To work hard to make and sing many good songs so that OnlyOneOf's songs can be known throughout the world. lyOns, please support us! We love you!!

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love long pics like this

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in my head bruce is faster than the kids and it pisses them off so much. they're in their prime and this 40 y/o guy who sleeps like two hours a night and puts protein shakes in his coffee and calls that breakfast can outrun them

[forbiddennhoney]

im gonna be so real - a lot of sapphics claim to love confident women esp confident femmes but when that confidence comes from femmes of color, fat femmes, disabled femmes, gnc &/or trans(masc or fem) femmes, or really just anyone who's not a thin cis white able bodied feminine person it's either outright ignored or treated with hostility and its kind of extremely ugly of y'all

[pinetreeshack]