lgcwren

[lgcwren]

the past few weeks have all finally accumulated to this. each time, her thoughts repeat. she thinks of how evanescent celebrity life is. so many hours of practice accumulating to a few minutes. they'll be judged for the few minutes and not for the hours behind. (unless the people who watch this followed the show, but even then it only reveals what it wants.)

    wren thinks of why she chose this life as she waits backstage, thoughts racing through her mind miles a minute. but she has no answer for herself. the only answer she does have is that she knows she doesn't regret it. that she'll always do it again. ( maybe not consciously, since this time around it wasn't something well thought out. ) but she'll find herself on the path again.     the staff comes rushing by to perform a final check on their in-ears. there's a flurry of other things that happen. someone holds onto her arm to give her a lookover. she's given a light nudge by someone else, then before she knows it. she's out in the light.

    the light is blinding after being in the shelters backstage. it's where she's reaching around the shadows to find everything. she takes a few hard blinks to will her pupils to adjust. in the meanwhile, wren delivers what they've practiced through rehearsal, placing herself in position.

     the music begins to play, and the lighting moves around to the beat. it's begun. it's both underwhelming and overwhelming. experience and body memory overpower the blankness that fills her mind. it takes a few seconds to adjust, the roar of confidence, then finally makes itself heard in her chest. she steps up when she needs to, a sure smirk dancing down her face.

    there are many jobs she's completed to get herself here. but right now, wren is here to charm the audience. even if there's a sliver of hesitation, she won't allow herself to show it. she sings her part with an almost unquenchable craving. (only a few seconds, but it means a lifetime of responses.) 

     she barely registers when the entire thing's ended. her mind still propels itself forward past the applause, past the crowd into something. then like a slingshot pushed far too forward, it propels itself back. when everything hits her again, she's backstage.

    it's over.

-ˋˏ✄ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏɴ sᴛᴀɢᴇ?

❝ it felt far too short. that’s for sure! ❞ a giggle easily slips itself out from her mouth, features amused. but that’s not all, she makes sure to do her best to look a bit wistful too. it is her charm, both confident (though she’s never really one) and self-critical. ❝ yea i would definitely say i delivered! but i could still deliver more, you know? ❞

[lgcwren]

lgcahyeon‌:

ahyeon had been surprised at how many lines she had actually gotten, sure it wasn’t anything major or big like the rest of her team but– still she had gotten more than what she had expected. considering her own skills in dancing and singing, she wasn’t even a little bit close to any of the older girls.

she had diligently rehersed her lines, dalla dalla– i’m different. the song, at least she thought that it suited her, she felt more comfortable in this than she would have been in a more feminine concept but she knows as a potential future idol, she needs to get used to performing songs that aren’t in her comfort zone, she knows she needs to be able to perform all kinds of songs. that is what it means to be a performer.

one thing that surprised her was when wren held her back from leaving– her eyes widened. when the older asks to talk to her ahyeon wonders what is going on, because they hadn’t really gotten around to talk to each other yet, at least not properly. this time however wren was the leader of their group so– maybe the female wanted to show off her leader skills? she wasn’t sure. however when wren mentioned how ahyeon had trouble singing her lines she couldn’t help but hesitate for a moment.

“practice with you?” ahyeon would honestly appreciate it a lot– “you sure you don’t want to go home unnie? it’s late?” she nods slowly– it was somewhat reassuring that wren had picked up on her insecuruties– that had manifested in having trouble delivering her lines– “i would honestly appreciate it.”

( 咲空 ) – it seems that old habits do have trouble fading no matter how often she attempts to stomp it down. wren doubts herself. just for a few seconds, but it's a few seconds of noticeable silence that trickles in between them. she hopes the other girl doesn't notice the delay, distracted and tired enough. (or maybe they'll assume it's because wren is exhausted between a leader and main vocal duties.)

     ❝ it's completely fine. don't worry about it. ❞ she assures the other girl. wren smiles to prove her point. a small smile but one that holds a lot of confidence. ❝ we're a team. so we should be helping each other. ❞ she states it matter-of-factly, but wren holds a certain softness to her voice. it's also a competition where they're technically going against each other. (that thought never fades from her mind.) but this is a case of mutualism. they'll both benefit, even if at the moment it seems as if she's only giving. (wren does hope the girl realizes how genuine she is.)

     ❝ we can surprise everyone tomorrow with how much you improve! ❞ she chirps in encouragement, eyes forming half-crescents. ❝ is there something you'd like to specifically work on first? a certain part? a certain note? i think i have most of it down.❞ wren's not bragging, right now she knows she needs to be that pillar. ❝ so tell me anything. ❞

★⌒ a little push

[lgcwren]

Basketball

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ?

❝ This is a difficult question. There always seems to be a variety of issues that come up, depending on the scenario.❞ Wren falls silent in that second, allowing her thoughts and ideas to trickle in. She roams past her previous experiences, treading over memories from years ago. She's had more than enough experience, dipping her fingers into a pool of teamwork.  More than enough, yet not enough at the same time. ❝ The hardest part and I don't say this as an independent issue. But I think the hardest part is feeling like an actual team. You can be put into one, you can act like you are a team member, but there's that threshold you have to cross. It's so easy to give people roles and everyone does their separate things. Yes, it's for the common good, but it's not an actual team. Once you cross that line though, that's the best feeling for everyone. It gives the best results too. But it's something that needs to be done together and well, that in itself always has a lot of complications. ❞

[lgcwren]

pitching !

Hᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ (ᴏʀ ʜᴏᴡ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ) ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜰᴀɴs?

❝ My answer to this would be, it depends on what aspect. ❞ Wren responds, short and curt as always while a small smile graces her lips. ❝ I don't think I would talk much about what I did during my day. Just give the basics, I practiced. I ate. If they ask for a TMI, I'll give them a bit more information. Maybe about what I did with another member. But, ❞ she pauses, wondering how to articulate the rest of her thoughts. ❝ If it was about my values and beliefs I think I'd be willing to share aspects of that more. I want to be a good role model and encourage my fans to be one too. Remind them to be open-minded, not to judge others. Tell them, you never know when another person is sad too so be kind. Stay optimistic even when it's hard because you can't know the good unless you go through the bad. Things like that. It might seem philosophical, ❞ at this she offers a little chuckle. ❝ But I think it's what we need. ❞

[lgcwren]

Sports meme : SPACING-OUT !

Hᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɪɴᴇᴇ? Wᴀs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴅᴜsᴛʀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ?

❝ I auditioned in Japan. There's a lot of reasons why I decided to become a trainee, but I think the simplest answer is that I wanted to try something new. ❞ The body of water which separated the two countries wasn't that big, but still, there was more than just a world of difference that set the two entertainment industries apart. When she found herself plateauing on her previous journey through the entertainment industry, it was time for something new. That side of her wouldn't change, the endless level of curiosity and need to do something different. ❝ I wanted to be an accountant originally. Or a lawyer. Quite the different dream wasn't it? ❞ She tilts her head to the side, lost in thought. ❝ Being an idol was a spur of the moment thing. But the spur of the moment idea became my lifelong decision. If I had to go back, I'd do it all over again. ❞

[lgcwren]

( 咲空 ) – sometimes in the stillness of the night, wren wonders if everything she's been doing is worth it. the performances are only minutes in length, so short in the bigger picture but so vital. but with all the time spent on practice, the memories seem to last longer. wren could only hope, it's the same for the audience too. that would be a real dream. (though a dream with no answers, except that from her conjectures.) but it is for the end of that dream that she pushes on.

    it is for the end of that dream that she stands among may girls now. wren's had her chance in the spotlight tonight. (whether she deserves it or not, there's still a gander.) but being given the chance is a gift in itself. so wren keeps her eyes forward towards the audience, all smiles. she ignores how her hair tickles at her face, unwilling to move from her position in case anything goes wrong. ( the paranoia remains after the adrenaline fades.) but it's not just that.

    her eyes focus on other things, other people. wren watches danbi with careful eyes. their leader, the one who's done so much work that wren can't even begin to explain her appreciation. ( she's been trying to slip small things through, she doesn't know if it's worked. )she doesn't have time to ask, not until this is all over. but her eyes notice at that moment that there's something off about the other girl.

    at least she's close by. doing her best to stay under the radar, wren takes a subtle slide forward so that she's able to reach the other girl. she places her hand forward, a steady presence, wrapping it around the other girl's arms. there's a lot of noise right now, loud enough so to conceal what she has to say. ❝ steady. take a deep breath. ❞

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ?

❝ how do i put this? i'm satisfied but! ❞ wren tilts her head to the side, allowing herself to chuckle a little as if she's shy. ❝ there's always room for improvement. i'm honored though that i was given the main vocal position. i think i did a good job with it. but, it also taught me how i can even do better next time. so keep an eye out! ❞

if you could see me now

                                                      she strove for perfection.                                                                                  c. ahern

legacy project: future dreams concert with @lgcwren​​. don’t forget to catch your breath, as they settle into their final pose for adios—the applause erupts, the music fades, the stage lights dim. she smiles as long as that shining, red light remains on, and it isn’t until bae siwoo’s explosive laughter cues the rest of the trainees to relax their shoulders and stand in a single-file line.

danbi situates herself near the center, more out of obligation than anything. in her head, she’s reciting the speech she wrote nights before as her eyes scan the dozen or so girls beside her—counting their heads one-by-one, making sure no one’s left behind nor forgotten.

thankfully, the emcee decides to formally introduce the boys first, so she has the next couple minutes or so to compose herself—to catch her breath—before it’s the girls’ turn. her first official responsibility as the leader of the legacy girls: to lead the group introduction, to share with the audience their overall goals and aspirations.

her eyes have honed in on the darkness in front of her—the lights too blinding for her to make out any faces before her. she’s mumbling to herself, can feel herself start physically shaking, until everything grows blurry. dizzy. oh no.

she’s forgotten to breath.

[lgcwren]

★⌒ a little push

( 咲空 ) – the pressure increases with a decrease in time. there has always been an evaluation every sunday, but that always felt like a progress marker. this feels like an exam, a finale of some sort that she could stumble through if she didn't put her entire effort into it. (and more, she knows she's not center, but there's still so much weight.) so wren keeps pushing herself, doing her best, and carefully listens to the voices around here. the last thing she wants to do is aggravate the surrounding people.

    she's never been a leader before. not back in japan, never had the chance to be team captain, nor here. (there are school projects, but those never count.) wren doesn't know where her boundaries lie with her teammates. ( but she does know that everyone wants to look good for the camera, and everyone wants to do their best. ) so when many of the members head off for the night, wren reaches her hand out at the last minute to stop ahyeon ( @lgcahyeon​ ) in her tracks. she's specifically pinpointed the girl during practice, noticing that something was off.

     ❝ hey, can i talk to you for a moment? i noticed during practice today. ❞ wren takes a deep breath to summon all her missing confidence. she has a face to put up in front of the camera. she has another face to put up as a leader. (she hasn't even had a chance to decide what sort of leader she wanted to be.)  ❝ you were having a bit of trouble singing your lines. do you want to stay back and practice a bit more with me? we can surprise everyone else when they come back tomorrow! ❞

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴅ, ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ?

❝ we've been training together for a while! and how can i put this, ❞ wren looks up towards the ceiling, her index finger tapping against her jawline in thought. ❝ we look towards each other to push ourselves! but even then, it's a team effort right now. all members have to do well to make the song cohesive right? so as main vocal i want my fellow members to do well! ❞

[lgcwren]

hello everyone! i feel bad for vanishing once again. the holiday seasons are a bit tough for me due to personal reasons in general so i’ve always been down around now. it’s not helping that my work has decided to pile up more things on me! so my mental state hasn’t been the best and i’ve been finding myself without energy for most of the days. i feel bad because i have a lot of people waiting. i’m going to try to focus on my future dream stuff and the new events! but i won’t be on as often. i just ask for your patience, i’ll get through this bump and be alright again in a bit. 

[lgcwren]

This stands for in inbox, this stands for completed

LGC SPORTS MEME.

our second meme game is a special one, as it is linked to an ongoing side event! you can read all about the LGC SPORTS FESTIVAL by clicking here. every discipline available during the festival has been listed below, with a corresponding question that you will have to respond to in the form of a small prompt.

ARCHERY: What are your long-term goals in life? Where do you see yourself in 10 years? 20 years?

BOWLING: What are your apprehensions regarding the career path you’ve chosen?

BASKETBALL: What do you find hardest when it comes to working in a team?

ESPORTS: How do you go about solving a problem?

HURDLES: What has been the hardest obstacle you’ve had to overcome in life so far?

WRESTLING: Tell us about your worst heartbreak, romantic or not.

SHOOTOUT: What would you say is the biggest mistake you’ve made so far? What did you learn from it?

PITCHING:How much (or how little) of yourself are you willing to share with your future fans?

RELAY: What qualities do you need to see in someone else to feel like you can trust them?

GYMNASTICS: What is the image you’d like others to have of you?

SPACING-OUT: How and why did you become a trainee? Was being in the entertainment industry your dream since the beginning?

reblog this post to take part in the event and let others know they may send you a sports name. in order to have a successful and fun meme game (and help others gain points as they’ll help you), make sure to also send sports to as many people as possible! THERE ARE POINTS TO BE CLAIMED FOR THIS MEME. REFER TO THE SIDE EVENT POST TO KNOW HOW TO COLLECT THEM.

you have until the end of january 12 to reblog this meme and ensure your participation, but you also have until the event deadline, so january 19 at 11:59PM EST to empty your inboxes.

[lgcwren]

lgcxcharlie‌:

maybe the metaphor was a little too much, but she just couldn’t help it. if screaming or yelling was something society accepted as an appropriate response to dislike, the kids from her old school would have done that, she was sure of it. here people were a little nicer – sort of, at least they didn’t say a word and just gave her those weird and dismissive looks, which sort of hurts too but she tries not to think too hard about it these days.

charlie was a little surprise though at the other girl’s reaction, she seemed almost hesitant – maybe even frightened, but she couldn’t be too sure. “a ghost?” she repeats, sounding very amused, and ends up giggling. “i must be doing a bad job at being human…” she never thought about it that way before, maybe being a ghost is better. they don’t have feelings, do they? they’re dead… cold, scary, yes, but they feel nothing. perhaps amusement when people just bolt at the sight of them.

the young girl hums, tapping at her chin as she looked around, lips pursing as she nods her head a bit. “a party isn’t the best place for anything to be honest,” she adds, looking up at the lights, eyes squinting before she looks back at the pretty girl. “you’re right again, it is halloween. this is the only time people won’t run away screaming when they talk to me…” she realizes the girl’s silence and she starts to walk closer to her, brows knitting as she spoke softly, “are you… okay? do you want to go outside for some air?”

( 咲空 ) – she's once binged buzzfeed unsolved in the spur of the moment. also things such as the x-files or ghostbusters, but wren has never once believed in the supernatural. a girl raised through facts (instead of opinions) and logic (instead of the fantasy that blossomed in her mind). her parents are left-brain people, she's never tested for it, but she's confident she's one too.

     for the girl to believe in ghosts, seem almost preposterous, but here she is with someone who seems to be one. all signs point to the other, and no room to argue against it. ( or it could be an elaborate prank, but wren doesn't know why a stranger would do that on her. she's not the interesting one in the room. ) ❝ you're fine. i think you need to talk to other people more. ❞ wren suggests, wondering a second later why she's offering advice to a phantom. regardless, it's slipped out, and she's unable to take it back. ( she'll blame it on the halloween spirit. wren's going to blame everything that befalls her tonight on the halloween spirit. )

     ❝ i'm fine. ❞ wren states quickly, offering the girl a smile. ❝ it's a bit hot cause of all the people, so i probably need some water. we've been talking for a while, my throats parched. ❞ she's making up an excuse to deter the other from noticing anything else off about her. ( her surprise is already evident, wren doesn't want to seem fearful too. ) ❝ do you want to go grab something together? ❞ for an introvert, it's almost an odd feeling for her. she wants to join the crowd instead of standing by the outskirts.

another apparition

[lgcwren]

lgcjiho‌:

     he makes a soft sound as he puts food onto his plate, wishing that there was something that legacy could’ve done to make food appear on their plates as they thought about it like it happened in the book series—but of course, that was entirely impossible. but wishful thinking was wishful thinking, and the magic of cgi in the movies. it’s still a wish for him but unless magic suddenly appears in the world, there’s no possibility of that wish ever coming true. 

     but—as he glances around—this is pretty close. 

     there’s a handful of people sitting at this table that surprises him, though he’s also not sure who’s sitting here because they truly believe they’re a slytherin or if they’re just sitting with their friends at this table. jiho though, has taken many a quiz, and had actually always identified as a slytherin even before the pottermore sorting quiz was created. there was just something that he related to when it came to self-preservation and ambition. 

      “missing something?” he echoes with a playful tilt of his head, before he starts to eat, not answering for a moment. he shrugs though, chewing and swallowing the mouthful. “i’m not really hiding anything, nuna. maybe you’re just not seeing who i am,” he jokes, nudging her gently with his shoulder.

( 咲空 ) – wren sits in comfortable silence, amusement seeps into her features, while she wishes for him to finish. she takes small quiet bites on her end, eyes shifting from between her food and him. (for a second she wonders if she's offended him with the inquiry.) she's seen her share of people, who seemed so upset about their house chase, even if it tied into their personality. so wren never knew.

     but his playful tone calms her down, and the corner of her lips tugs up further into a brighter smile. ❝ is that so? have i been befriending an image of you the entire time? ❞ she dares to feign shock, but it lasts for a few brief seconds before embarrassment spills over. she drops her expression. she decides to aggressively stare at the food before her, her cheeks dusting themselves light pink.

     ❝ i know what it was then. ❞ she says half a minute later, pupils looking back up at jiho's face. she points her chopsticks at him for a second, before resting it onto her plate. ❝ you're ambitious and achievement-oriented. am i right? ❞ her voice rises slightly at the end, the doubtful side of her peaking through at that moment.

     ❝ we're all aiming to be idols here, so those are good traits to have. ❞ wren briefly mulls over the suggestion that the people around her may have to be cunning and shrewd. backstabbers, their existence is of no surprise to her. she's met her fair share back in japan too. fame and money do things for people. ❝ i'm surprised there's less of us sitting here. ❞

･ﾟ emerald and silver.

[lgcwren]

lgcmei‌:

When inquiring about her past, that’s not the usual question but Mei welcomes it. She had gotten much better in the last couple of years of her life, in the sense that she doesn’t constantly talk about herself. Mei knows how to listen and is genuinely interested in others. She nods. “That’s right!” she answers, flattered by the fact that the other considered her to be well dressed. “When your mother is a fashion designer it is very hard to get away from always looking your best.” It was a high expectation and it was harder to meet when she was younger. The older she got the better she wanted to look by herself.

“A whim in what sense?” Mei asks actually quite impressed. The fact that Wren would have the grades to get into law school but also, to randomly decide that you would be a trainee and actually make it was actually very admirable. She was impressed. “They say it’s always the quiet ones.” she teases. “I’d love that full story. As for myself, it took two years but i got really into kpop when i was younger and decided that I wanted to try it out for myself. This is like a dream!”

Mei keeps the same leisurely pace as Wren and also takes a moment to appreciate the surroundings. Except, “Actually, I was a bit familiar with the area.” she answers. “I told myself a while back that I would go but I never actually did. I was excited that you suggested it.” She smiles, happy that she was finally getting the chance. “I don’t think I’ve really seen one up close or interacted. What about you?” she asks referring to raccoons, but not mentioning it because her brain had already taken her to the cafe, it seems obvious to her. It was a bad habit that she wasn’t even aware of.

( 咲空 ) – ❝ i can see that.  ❞ wren remarks, her thoughts easily forming words. ❝ but how do i put it? i know your mother started it all, but i feel like you have your color. the clothing doesn't define you. you define it instead.  ❞ she ponders her position, her current interest in fashion built from the feeling of need to stay fashionable in japan. (but if there wasn't that option, would she still have leaned over to this world?) wren doesn't know. but she hopes one day she can shine in her choices like the other girl.

     ❝ i needed a change from the lifestyle i was having in japan. ❞ she admits. ❝ i think it was all about timing. i got into kpop around that time, especially blazing. i thought they looked amazing. it's a surprise for me to end up in the same company as them. when i auditioned, i didn't expect it to happen so quickly.  ❞ she softly smiles at the realization that she's lucky. ( even if she's only a trainee, but everyone begins somewhere.) ❝ i hope we both reach our dreams.  ❞

     wren lets out a quiet noise of understanding, being able to relate to the other girl. (she's a person who prefers to withdraw into her own nest, and in turn, it stops her from exploring the area. she'd know about things, but she'd never go.) ❝ i end up telling myself i would, but training takes a lot of time.  ❞ it takes another few seconds for her to understand what mei is talking about, but she catches on quickly enough that the other girl is talking about the raccoons. ❝ just once. when i went before. but never again. i heard the wild ones are aggressive, so even when i saw them i never bothered them.  ❞

For the experience *:･ﾟ✧

[lgcwren]

lgcsarang‌:

“yeah, i’m not sure.” sarang doubled down on it, still noting the other’s expression. sarang wasn’t sure how to take it and she couldn’t place it but there wasn’t a way to take it back. there wasn’t anything she could say instead. thinking about this, she hadn’t put much thought into people that might know seojin. sarang had planned a lot and she didn’t plan this moment. it left her with a sense of not knowing what to do, a loss of control and she didn’t like it. 

so making herself small was always a way she got out of everything. if she was dismissive about herself, other’s would follow along. “i promise you, i’m not.” and that wasn’t sarang being dramatic or trying to throw the other girl off. it was a real thought she had. and then it came, just what she didn’t want wren to guest. it was amazing, she hadn’t been able to keep a secret one day. 

and now she had to tell the truth. it was one thing not to mention seojin was her brother. it was another to deny seojin, that wasn’t something she could see herself doing. “yes.” a small sigh followed her words and she barely look at the other girl as she asked her next question. “but could you keep a secret? please?” 

( 咲空 ) – ❝ it's english. i'm named after a bird.  ❞ wren supplies, though she's unsure whether she said so to be helpful or unhelpful. it simply slips from her lips, lingering in the air to be taken as is. (hopefully as a positive sign.) but maybe it'll be an unfortunate case of simply fluttering out awkwardly. then never brought up again. she'll have to see, and in the meanwhile, wren allows her fingers to drum nervously against her side.

     the response that the other girl gives her is not one she expected at all. it might just be her. (a girl who gets along with her siblings), but she thinks she speaks of her siblings with pride. sarang seems to have other thoughts, and wren isn't crude enough to demand to divulge it right away. maybe one day she'll hear about it, maybe the girl will take a step forward with it today. but in the meantime, wren nods. ❝ i can do that.  ❞ she responds as if the request is completely normal. then a thought dawns on her. ❝ should i not tell seojin i met you? or that we're roommates?  ❞

moved in; w/wren

[lgcwren]

lgchyunjin‌:

the dim lights make for ambience that seems to make wren glow. ( must be the outfit. ) she looks like a fairy. he doesn’t watch enough about magical girls, but she knows that. hyunjin doesn’t have to say it aloud to get another prod from the wand of hers. 

the mention of octopus makes his mouth water slightly, and his mouth thins out into a line. “i’ll take whatever we can get, while it’s hot preferably.” always hungry, is this a predicament he would grow out of with age? “oh here, some drinks. soda okay with you or just water?” non-alcoholic, they agreed, prior to this. probably for the best of everyone. he’d prefer to drink only behind closed doors, if ever at all.

“only if there’s a prize.” hyunjin quirks his brow, before their drinks are passed to them and they leave to the area with the food. “although if i have to dance, i probably shouldn’t eat too much. but can i not participate if you’re going to be my biggest fan?” a pointed look, before he turns away to look at the food. “hope i don’t get it on my shirt of all things. of course i’d be wearing white. guess it’d be against the norm to have dry cheese and crackers,” he comments, as he accidentally and nearly dribbles some of his drink and thankfully it doesn’t get anywhere.

“you didn’t see that.” he’s so embarrassed, and simultaneously, so embarrassing, “i should’ve stayed at home.” 

( 咲空 ) – ❝ those gas stoves underneath will do their job. if not, we came earlier than some other people. ❞ wren shifts her line of sight from hyunjin’s face to the distant flicker of flames, which sharply contrasts with the black. she'd be disappointed, but she wouldn't argue if the food that reached her lips was room temperature. (maybe this is a sign her stands have dropped almost painfully low.) which is free, on her end, and the catering people are already working hard already to feed everyone. wren glances back up at him quickly. ❝ soda sounds good. ❞ 

     it is once she adjusts to taking a small sip that wren realizes how parched her throat was. it's probably from the heat (and the chattering), but she also didn't drink any water for a few hours. she relishes it, silently taking more while she listens to hyunjin speak.

     ❝ does this mean you have someone else's attention you want to grab? ❞ she intends to come off teasing, but maybe it does fall slightly flat. mostly because it's an idea she's given, but suddenly she's wondering. wren gives a slight shake of her head, this isn't something she should dwell on right now. (or even later, it's not of her interest. is it?)

     she does an amazing job of hiding the mirthful smile that seeks to peak from behind roseate lips. ( wren could point out how he's become a self-fulfilled prophecy.) but instead, she takes a few steps forward to grab a few napkins. ❝ see what? ❞ she feigns innocence. ❝ here, some napkins. for the condensation on the glass. ❞ she excuses with a little white lie. ❝ also, no. i’m glad you came. ❞

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lgcharu‌:

          °˖ ✧ still lost in his thoughts and assuming he was alone, haru doesn’t notice the approaching figure until he hears the other’s voice, startling him out of his own world and causing him to jump in his spot, a hand clutching his sweatshirt. eyes that were once focused on the vending machine and determined to free his drink if it was the last thing he does widen in shock as he turns around to see who the new arrival is. (he really hopes it’s not someone who’ll get him in trouble.)

          luckily, he finds himself faced with another trainee and one he was actually familiar with– even if they had never really talked much aside from when he first joined the company and the other introduced herself to him as wren. they were both part of the evening training sessions but with the boys and girls separated and haru not being the type to approach people first, opportunities for conversation were sparse. however, he much prefers being caught by a fellow trainee than say, a staff member so he thinks maybe his day is looking up finally.

          he lets out a sigh of relief he doesn’t realize he’s even holding in in the first place and smiles sheepishly in response to the female’s question. “it could be better,” he admits, still talking in english without thinking. it’s only then that he realizes that wren spoke in the same language as he did and his eyes light up. he knows he isn’t the only trainee in the company who can speak english but chances to speak in what he’d consider his native tongue are still rare to him.

          “oh, uh, is that so?” haru looks from the girl to the machine and back again as he listens to her explanation with a curious expression. “if you don’t mind, could you show me how?” he lets out a weak laugh, embarrassment creeping onto his features as he rubs the back of his neck. thankfully, he remembers something else just then which makes masking his flushed cheeks a little easier. “oh but if you’re busy or were on your way somewhere, i don’t want to hold you back.”

( 咲空 ) – she can't help the trickle of guilt that seeps into her emotions when wren sees him jolt on the spot. she certainly didn't intend to produce such an exaggerated response from him. an apology dances on her lips, but the girl swallows it for now. (it happens, it's from a surprise, she wouldn't have been able to avoid it anyways. or so she tells herself to fizzle out the emotion.) wren offers him a gentle smile, the only thing she can give for now until he gives her permission to do more.

     ❝ i hope it'll be better in a bit then. ❞ wren responds, a light amused lilt in her voice. she doesn't fail to notice how he seems to brighten up. ( she wonders if he's like her, an english speaker stumbling around on foreign land.) it's not much, but the simple thought makes her feel a bond that tugs her towards the younger boy. it's probably also because he reminds her of her sister at that moment. (though that assumption can change with time.)

     ❝ no, don't worry about it. i'm taking a break myself so i can show you. it's an easy fix as long as you know what you're doing. ❞ she does her best to assure him. at that moment, wren takes a few steps forward so that she can effectively reach the vending machine. ❝ another trainee once told me. if you hit all the buttons at once, i guess it confuses the system and causes it to go again. ❞

     she explains, using her fingers as an example. her hands are on the smaller end, wren takes a few seconds to prepare herself before pressing down with strength. at least the machine obeys her command, doing its duty of not making her seem so foolish. she leans down to grab the item and then stands up to hand it to him. ❝ here. but you have to promise you won't go cheating on the system unless needed. ❞

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mina x yes or yes era for anons

[lgcwren]

lgchyunjin‌:

“can’t have any reason for them to complain about us, right? look, wholesome outfits, check, no alcohol, check. we’re going to be fine. other than the fact that we’re in attendance. i think everything’s gotten me paranoid now.” hyunjin rolls his eyes a little, before shaking the burden of the thought off of him. “that’s enough complaining from me for tonight. it’s time to do fun things. i think the beginning of the week honestly put me in such a foul mood, and i wasn’t even wearing the worst outfit.” 

“besides, alcohol is basically empty calories anyway, and a recipe for a bad evening. being sober is better,” he repeats, sounding like a mantra of their trainers and management. “not that i am insinuating anything,” his eyes turn larger, a little horrified as hyunjin turns to wren. she knows he doesn’t mean it that way. “but yes, food does taste better. they better have some ddeokbokki or something. i am always down for that. or a burger, mmmhmm. please, let me indulge today. no. more. salads.”

“oh, i forgot about the events. are you going to participate in the dance contest or anything like that? if anything, i think you should probably be in the running for best costume of the evening,” he halts temporarily, nodding before heading to where the food and drinks might be with her in tow. “don’t think i quite qualify for high effort costuming, unfortunately.” 

( 咲空 ) – ❝ it's fine. we'll be in more trouble if none of the trainees attend.  ❞ wren's half-joking, half-serious as she gently reminds him. but it's a topic she's no longer interested in diving into further. ( tonight is certainly a night for happy thoughts. ) she latches onto the other bit of his conversation instead. ❝ i remember that. i don't think i've exerted that much effort in a while. i think the prank today was the worst for me.  ❞ ( or for her hair rather. )

     at the shift in his expression, wren's eyelids flutter shut, and her pupils vanish behind the broadness of her smile. the mirth stays in her feature, perhaps to the other's chagrin. she playfully pokes once at his upper arm with the wand that she's holding.

     ❝ your secret remains safe with me. this time... but in all seriousness, i agree. i also agree with the idea of ddeokbokki. but i'm feeling like nakji bokkeum. i don't think they'd have it. maybe galbi? what's a good dinner without some grilled meat? it wouldn't hurt to skip on the vegetables for one day. ❞ ( though she speaks of binging, she knows she wouldn't do it. ) there's too much at risk when there are still things to film.

     ❝ if there's a costume contest. which i hope there is, i'll join it. ❞ she doesn't know if she's saying this as an agreement or a promise as she walks over to the food with him. ( whichever it is, she's placed in the effort. it would be fun to show off this once, even away from the actual stage. ) ❝ you should, ❞ wren gives his look another up and down. ❝ join the dance competition. i'll be your biggest fan.  ❞  

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