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[iseullgc]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[iseullgc]

[iseullgc]

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

would rowon's cat get jealous of those too?

who knows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[iseullgc]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[iseullgc]

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

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

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

karaoke.

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

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

[iseullgc]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[iseullgc]

Happy birthday, Wooyoung! 26.11.1999

[iseullgc]

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

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

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

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

almost.

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

MEOOOWWW!

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

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

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

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

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

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

will he become a collector for minki photocards?

possibly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“alright, review please, teacher.”

[iseullgc]

decor a starter for @rowonlgc

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

snap & pose.

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

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

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

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

[iseullgc]

ooting a starter for @lgcharu

the problem with being friends with idols is that they're always so busy that it's hard to find time to hang out with them. and, while he has other people he knows too, he misses his friends. the last time he and haru had hung out was when they were filming a reality show together and isn't that sad? the fact that he can only hang out with his friends if it's for work?

he's taking matters into his own hands this year. he has a list of people he wants to meet up with again, and his new year resolution is to hang out with the people he misses. he had reached out after v&a promotions ended and had happily received a positive response that his friend was free to hang out.

finally.

he arrives at the arcade first, having thought it had been too long since he had played games with the idol but the thought of sitting inside his dorm to play video games hadn't been satisfactory enough. so where else to go, but an arcade? keeping on the downlow though, iseul is careful to wear a hat and mask, though there's quite a few people dressed the same from the weather.

spotting haru the moment he arrives, iseul hurries over to his friend and whispers, "fancy seeing you here."

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HALLO FRIENDS! iseul is severely lacking in threads (and friends) and i would love to get more interactions especially with the writing challenge going on :D pls LIKE THIS and i'll message you for plotting reasons

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"no," he shakes his head as he answers her, staring down the hallway at the person that was long gone. the culprit wasn't someone he recognized, which wasn't too strange despite his tendency to befriend a bunch of people. there were new trainees twice a year and even he couldn't keep up with it sometimes.

he stares down at how they both have parts of them that have been drenched and he lifts his sleeve to sniff at the liquid. "i can't tell what it is," iseul comments, deciding against attempting to taste it and sniffs at it again before he sighs. "i was only coming out to refill my waterbottle but i guess my practice is over now," he sighs again, shaking his head as he thinks about having to make the trek back to the dorms to get a change of clothes.

there was also the idea of washing it in the bathroom and then just wearing it while it dried but it isn't a very appealing one.

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he's usually genuinely minding his own business when it comes to training. of course, he gets carried away sometimes if he peeks into practice rooms (to check if they're empty) and finds friends but usually he's good at keeping to himself. no matter the yapper personality that he has. but, when something insane happens so suddenly like this, iseul doesn't really have any choice but to be part of it, right? he swears he was just walking down the hallway, having been refilling his water bottle and needing to get back to the practice room he had been occupying when he witnesses a weird run-by (?) he's not sure what to classify it as but his eyes are wide, staring at the splatter of whatever liquid had been thrown and then also at the idol standing in front of him. "i have no idea," he replies, once he's over his shock. "what the hell?"

friends know not to prank sori, she’s too serious of a person for that. she’s also often boring to prank, giving little to no reaction. they still attempt small pranks sometimes, like giving sori something spicy without telling her, again, not much reaction. her boring reactions have come in handy, she’s not fun to prank so she generally doesn’t get pranked.

this seemed to be a complete stranger though, sori couldn’t recognize the face that just threw some sort of liquid on her. “do you know them?” she turns to ask the one who suffered the same fate as her, maybe he was the target and sori was just unlucky to be standing here?

she looks down at her wet clothes before returning her look to the guy standing next to her. “i didn’t bring an extra set of clothes…”. she touches her clothes “i can’t quite figure out what they threw at us”.

[iseullgc]

it's funny, really, how similar they are in some senses. their backgrounds are the same, and their families even run in the same circles. their circumstances on how they ended up here aren't the same but are similar enough that it's kinda funny really. iseul, personally, finds it amusing that she still reacts to him like this even after all this time.

either way, whether rua considers him a friend or not, he like to bless her with his presence every once and a while.

"yeah, but i guess there are worse things," he comments, shrugging his shoulders as he moves onto the next group of kids, happily handing out the little cups of hot chocolate he was holding. honestly, if he wasn't looking to become an idol, and if his backup plan wasn't culinary school, something with kids would be an ideal job for him, he thinks.

he senses the squint she sends in his direction before he sees it, slanting his glance from the kids upwards to her face when she speaks. "hey, i didn't say that," he points out, before taking a pause as he hands out his last drink. "you did!" he chirps, pleased with himself as he laughs, hurrying away from her to get more drinks to hand out.

if they weren't in public, surrounded by a lot of people--even if they're likely not paying attention to them--rua would probably have told iseul to not bother her, considering they were supposed to be working at the moment. but alas, they are, and rua wasn't about to act even the slightest bit out of line. at least iseul isn't being annoying, so it makes it easier for her to stay calm, and honestly - she kind of shares his thoughts.

she lets out a quiet laugh under her breath, one that only the other would notice, and makes sure a smile remains on her face in case anyone is looking their way. "we're basically free labour," she whispers back, agreeing, and almost wanting to add a roll of her eyes. not that she minds working, really, nor did she need to be paid anyways but it was hard not to think of them doing all these jobs as anything but.

still, serving drinks was not a difficult job so she couldn't really complain about much otherwise. the kids were cute too and everyone was generally in a good mood so rua found herself enjoying the atmosphere and experience. maybe that's why she doesn't mind chatting with iseul like this for once, although his compliment (she thinks it's one, anyways) makes her pause in surprise, not expecting it.

"oh, thanks," she says after a beat, having needed to hand out some drinks before she could really think of a reply. "wait--" rua stops again, suddenly realising something, then squints at him in suspicion. "are you saying i was bad before, then?"

[iseullgc]

cleanup crew a trainee mission starter for @lgcrua

"i know this is for charity but we're really just staff, huh," he whispers to rua as he passes her, both of them carrying trays of the winter-themed drinks to the audience. he doesn't mind it, of course, thinking that volunteer work isn't bad but at the same time he kinda wishes he was anywhere but here. he had helped make the drinks earlier and now that the performances were starting soon, they had been tasked to deliver the drinks to the people in the audience.

thankfully the audience is a lot of children so he's been enjoying himself a little, interacting with them and giving them their little cups of hot chocolate or whatever. it's fun even if he's a little unsure of why they're being asked to do this.

not that he's questioning the company or anything.

"i watched your performances, by the way," iseul adds, a grin on his lips before he crouches down to offer a hot chocolate to some of the kids who had gathered before them, effectively stopping both of them in their tracks. "you've improved a lot!"

[iseullgc]

@LGCENT JUST POSTED A PHOTO!

2025.01.01

happy 24th birthday, cho iseull!

#lgctrainees #lgcent #choiseul #lgcbirthday