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SATO KOU - HALLOWEEN 2024

spook 1: +3 dance [ x ]

SATO KOU - SR MEDIA - AXIS HALLOWEEN PARTY

party 1: +3 singing, + 2 korean [ x ]

[jueunbe]

✦ . ˚ — @kouxbe

one thing jueun had always been confident in was dressing up and looking nice. it's a habit she's had since she was a child because she was a pageant kid and old habits have proven to be hard to break out of. plus, she just liked looking cute whenever she could.

she let that show back when she was participating in next gen by helping out her fellow contestants with their makeup and looks and taking part in the creative process for some of their stages. now that she was a trainee, her interest in this has only heightened, and she hoped that she could one day participate in the creative direction of whatever group she may possibly debut in.

that's why when she heard that sr media was holding a workshop on creative direction, she couldn't wait to sign up. the last few workshops she had participated in felt more mandatory, but she was genuinely excited for this one. it would give her a more professional lookout on what it meant to help create a concept or visual lookbook for a group.

"i'm so excited i can barely stay in my seat," she stated to kou, who happened to be right beside her. "do you think they'll go into details or just keep it vague? because i want to know the real deal behind everything that goes on when preparing for a comeback. if i hadn't become a trainee, i would have become a fashion designer, you see."

[beyuwol]

FULFILLING A PROMISE !

there's nothing to look forward to, when it comes to chuseok. at least, nothing for yuwol. his family paraded him around once more, making him perform for an audience he doesn't recognize. their faces become more blurred as time goes on, but he supposes that helps out a bit. now yuwol can just focus on the feeling of the tip of his fingers pressed against the violin strings, the minimal and familiar ache the only reminder that he's alive. in this moment, for now.

it's a difficult task, getting his parents to let him go even if it's just for a few hours. he has to complete everything they want him to first, running around introducing himself to renowned musicians and powerful people sponsoring his father's orchestra. but aftewards, he's free to go home first—except he doesn't, telling a lie. does it matter, though? surely not, yuwol takes off his hanbok and leaves the premises without his parents inquiring too much. all they care about is that he isn't goofing around, not whether he'd be safe or not.

so yuwol enters a store last minute, hoping to find something that can make today just a bit brighter—and he does, picking up the fireworks quickly, hurrying off to purchase them, eager not to waste anymore time than he already has.

he made a promise, after all. he intends to keep it—a moment just for the two of them.

yuwol takes out his phone, going to his text messages and clicking on kou's contact. "let's meet up where we did last year," yuwol types down. "we'll be setting off fireworks today too, won't we?" it's a simple message, yuwol has never been very good at text messages.

"i wouldn't forget," he adds on. "i hope i see a rainbow with you again."

[bekaito]

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if kaito could have, he definitely would have gone home for the holiday, though seeing as he still had his part-time jobs occupying his time he couldn't go home this year which really sucked. thankfully @kouxbe stuck around in korea which gave kaito someone to hang out with, giving the two of them someone to at least keep one another company during these few days. he's not complaining in the least bit, especially since it meant that he wouldn't be sitting at his apartment all alone and doing nothing when he finished with at least his tutoring job (yes there were still people that were forced by their parents to study during this time).

"so what should we do today?" he asks as he turns to kou, lips pursed in thought as even he tries to think of something for them to do after they at least have a decent meal. "wait, where was the restaurant at again?" great, had he been so spaced out that they missed the place? he could have sworn it was somewhere around here. kaito takes a moment to glance around at their surroundings while squinting and trying to remember where he saw this place that people seemed to be hyping up online.

[bexcam]

Cam hadn’t seen much of the other trainee despite them being in the same company. It was most likely of his own doing considering he still was pretty busy and the coolness of fall settling in had him sentimental and missing his family back home. Kou was fun to be around but their paths didn’t easily cross, probably something he should change for both their sakes.

“Hey, kou-ala!” Cam grins and slings his arm around the others shoulders, having caught up to him at the lunch break. The nickname was some annoying pun on koala he’s given him in a spur of the moment a while back.

“How are things? You haven’t forgotten me entirely have you?” It would be hard to, Cam tended to annoy people enough to imprint upon their memories permanently. “Want to eat together?”

[beclaudine]

rockstar cat.

it’s a rather uneventful way—at least, it’s supposed to be.

claudine doesn’t really know what spurred her to come to this cat cafe. sure, she knows someone who works there, mainly @kouxbe, but she’d always been worried that her rather lavish outfits would come out in tatters if she so much as put one of the cats on her lap. then again, that’s par for the course, something she should expect. but maybe she should’ve asked to meet someplace else—a lot less worrying, where she can relax and not worry about a cat knocking over her drink and ruining her shirt.

but it’s fine. a cat walks up to her, rubbing its cheek against her leg. she looks down briefly, sees that her pants are fine, and reaches down to thread her fingers through its fur. yeah, she’s overthinking it. surely this will be fine.

eventually kou comes over with her drink. claudine looks up at the clock, blinking when she realizes it’s nearly closing time and she should’ve come earlier. looking around there’s only a handful of people left, her included. “are you closing alone? do you… leave all of them here?” she asks referring to the cats, curious. “are they just left alone until the next day?”

she didn’t come here to ask about cats though, she lets out a sigh as she rests her chin atop her palm. “kou, you’re a musician, aren’t you?” she doesn’t know much, but she knows kou has some sort of musical talent. “do you know any… good rockstars?”

what a strange question.

[benayoung]

* ❁┆eat sand

nayoung hasn't been to the beach in ages. the last time was probably when she was a child, and she had a figure skating competition in florida. her family took an extra day to spend at the beach opposed to going home right away. she was so excited back then. she was rarely afforded vacations, even back then.

and of course, she's still not. the closest thing nayoung will come to a beach is sr media's beach set. when she relaxes on one of the lounge chairs and closes her eyes, though, she can almost imagine herself on a real one. maybe if she plays some ocean sounds on her phone the immersion will be better.

she's taken enough of a break, though. she snaps a picture of herself before she moves, giving the camera her best sultry look. she checks the picture on her phone afterwards, and hums in consideration. it's okay, but nayoung is a perfectionist, so that's not good enough. she needs to take beach selfies worthy of being the kpopsapphic twitter's most liked tweet of the week. nevermind that she's a straight girl. she knows her audience.

after a few more attempts, she decides the lighting is to blame, and gets up to try a different location.

as she looks around, she spots kou eating...sour candy on a beach chair? she's pretty sure she saw the prop bag laying around earlier. she remembers thinking it was an odd choice, so - when he pours grains of something out of the bag into his mouth, she is so sure it's sand.

she really should just leave him to it, but she's honestly at such a loss that she can't help but go over to him. "dude, are you like...okay?" it's not very ladylike of her, and she tries to appear ladylike to most acquaintances, but whatever. this is a special circumstance and she knows kou won't give a shit. she also suspects he'll have no fucking idea why she's asking him that.

❁┆@kouxbe

[rihabe]

♥ — I DON'T WANNA DO THIS ANYMORE

riha likes staying busy. she doesn't like men (probably), but she likes staying busy, and also getting her friends to stop pestering her about how putting herself out there would be good for her and they know a really nice guy.

okay, fine, she decides. she finally relents, says she'll go on the stupid date, and she still gives it her all despite how little she intends to get out of the ordeal. she still puts a cute outfit on (not like she wouldn't regardless), she puts effort into her makeup, and then she goes out to stupid dinner with a man.

if riha were in charge of everything, she definitely would've chosen a better first date than some mid-table, unremarkable restaurant that she's sure countless others have had their awkward first dates at. probably multiple, because the place's vibes are bad, like she can feel the spirits of all the boring, bad dates and failed relationships.

she still sits down at the table, and waits, and when her "date" arrives...he is cute, objectively. she doesn't feel attracted to him, but she can understand why her friend gushed about him.

when he sits down, she offers him a polite smile, then takes a sip of the water the waiter brought her minutes ago. she considers her options, and decides it's best to be open off the bat.

"i just wanted to let you know, before you get invested, at all, if you do, that i'm not actually interested in dating now...i just agreed to come here because my friends kept pestering me, honestly. if you want to just leave you can. i don't want to waste your time. but if you want to stay, then...i'll pay?" she smiles again. "and we can just hang out, i guess," she laughs again, then shrugs, "we're already here and i'm pretty hungry..."

♥ — @kouxbe

[bexalex]

pick up line.

@kouxbe

it's saturday night and filming must be running late or something, because april still isn't nearly warm enough and alex is freezing as he waits outside of the axis building. there's more fans here these days, apparently hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite idols or contestants on a show that alex is slowly losing his enjoyment of. fuck those guys if they think they can yell at ren like that. even if they're right and the performances sucked, that's more on the contestants than the coaches, isn't it?

his patience is starting to wear out as the breeze blows right through his jacket, sending a new unpleasant chill down his spin. "fuck," alex breathes, hoping that the curse alone would warm him a little more. it's almost may, why is it still so damn cold?

he spots someone coming out of the building, young, maybe about his age, so probably not a staff member. or, even if it is staff, alex really doesn't care at this point. he approaches the other man, a friendly smile on his lips. "hi!" he calls out, begrudgingly taking a hand out of his pockets to wave the guy down. "are ren and sarang still in there? i'm a... friend," he hesitates only slightly; it'd be annoying to have to explain that right now. "we were gonna meet up tonight. are they still in there?"

[bexsua]

elegant entrance. feat. @kouxbe

sua yawns, hand slapping over her mouth as she speed walks down the sidewalk. checking her phone for the time, she grimaces, increasing her speed a bit. she’s a little late, her shift having to run over a little longer because of last minute schedule changes. she sends a quick message to kou with the words almost there sry before she shoves her phone in her pocket and continues forward.

once she arrives, sua’s eyes are darting over the restaurant for kou– perking up when she takes sight of him. beelining right for him, sua’s already slipping her bag off her shoulder so it can hang in the crook of her elbow instead. once close enough, she drops her hands on his shoulders suddenly, a cheeky little boo! leaving her with a laugh as she crashes down into the seat across for him. “hi, sorry.” sua’s smile is more of a smirk, getting herself comfortable in the seat. “work ran over late. did you order without me?” her eyes do a quick sweep over the table, then back to kou. there’s not a plethora of food, so maybe she isn’t as late as she thought. or they haven’t come yet and she’s about to be in for a rude awakening.

[be-points]

sato kou - september trainee points

+ 3 acting, + 2 korean, + 5 aesthetic

verification: trainee 01 | trainee 02 | other 01 | other 02 | 

[jueunbe]

✦ . ˚ — @kouxbe

"so, what's the weirdest thing that's happened to you while training here? like are there ghosts in one of the vocal rooms or something?"

jueun was only reaching her second month as a trainee, and everything has been flowing exactly how she expected it to. a special workshop to start off her experience and then going back to what she guesses is the regular trainee schedule.

all in all, nothing too eventful has happened so far. that's why she was curious about what could happen in the future. she doesn't know exactly how long kou's been around, but she knows he's been here longer than she has, so she assumed that he had at least one fun story to tell.

she was stretching out her legs to prepare for their upcoming dance lesson as she looked up at kou, waiting for an answer. "like i hear of horror stories in buildings like this all the time. you know the megabox near sinchon is apparently haunted, right?"

[beyuwol]

@kouxbe ✉ : yuwol (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) > are you coming back home? (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ > i miss you… (╥﹏╥)

(  ✉  )     outgoing   →  kou ≽^•⩊•^≼  !  

> [ DELIVERED. ]

[beyuji]

a starter for @kouxbe ( paranormal )

yuji doesn’t know what compels her to bring it up. maybe it’s the whispers in the hallway from other trainees– too many late nights and conspiracy theories talking about ghosts or weird happenings in the halls of the company late at night. yuji’s heard no such thing of an sr media ghost– nor has she happened upon anything paranormal or supernatural herself. but she won’t stop anyone’s fun. it shakes things up a little, gives yuji something else to think about other than the stagnant days and the fleeting idea of debut. 

she taps her pen on the edge of script they’re looking at for their acting lessons, yuji’s attention turning to kou for a moment as she considers. a mix of both curiosity and boredom, she decides to just ask. 

“have you heard the rumors?” her eyes narrow, observing kou’s expression carefully. she cups her chin in her palm, resting her elbow on the table. “there’s apparently something freaky going on outside the dance practice rooms at night.” it sounds silly when she says it outloud, and she can’t help the quirk of her mouth. yuji fights back a giggle. “they think it could be a ghost.”

[betouma]

barking.

to touma, this is peace: being surrounded by dogs at the park, having been entrusted with them because his reputation as an experienced dog walker is only becoming stronger the more he does it. honestly, he thinks this is the best job ever, other than working at a dog cafe that is. unfortunately, he wouldn't be able to control the hours there, so he decided on this instead: walking dogs. it's a freelance job, so he can choose his own hours. besides, he only needs enough so that he can eat and drink and pay his rent; luckily he managed to get himself a scholarship.

he's grateful that the dogs he's assigned to behave well and aren't troublesome. obviously they have their moments, but it's never anything outside of touma's control. he also makes sure to learn each one's likes and dislikes, their favourites snacks, everything that'll make taking care of them easier. he's fortunate that even if he lets go of their leashes, they won't wander off too far. they seem to like touma as well, accepting touma as their own. does he really give off that much puppy energies? he's been told that he does.

happy barks can be heard throughout the park, which isn't that crowded for once. then again, do people go to parks these days? maybe not as often anymore, aside from kids walking their first few steps. some of them are approaching the dogs, and even though they're friendly touma has to step in and make sure nothing bad actually happens. even more so when he starts hearing more... agitated barking from a few of the dogs. that catches touma's attention.

diverting his attention to the source of the barks, he realizes that it's because of @kouxbe; touma is no longer surprised. he had forgotten kou was coming, or did touma tell kou that he was going to be at this park and kou just decided to tag along without saying—either way, kou's presence will only make his job harder.

"who told you to come here? if it was me, i don't remember." touma walks over to grab the barking dog's leash, to make sure it doesn't suddenly jump onto kou or something dangerous like that. "what did you do to her... she's barking so much at you. did you anger her?"

maybe kou doesn't even need to do anything to piss off a dog. "can you behave? this is my job, you know." since it's kou, touma will accuse kou before kou could defend himself. because why not?

[noelxbe]

i'm not google translate

perhaps noel would like to learn songwriting one day, but not today. noel was busy during trainee time, he was working hard in a hope that his contract would get renewed, but he didn’t really feel like how well he did songwriting would have any say in that. would they renew his contract if he became a great songwriter? maybe, but he’d have to become quite good, and he hadn’t ever tried it before this songwriting camp began. he felt like his chances of contract renewal lied in his dance, singing and rap skills. 

he sits next to kou ( @kouxbe ), who’s a foreigner too, though his korean skills don’t seem as good as noel’s. he wanted to be nice, help the other translate and write lyrics, he’d however assumed kou would be good at english, which well… he was not. “good morning” noel says in japanese, it’s not morning, but noel doesn’t know how to say good evening in japanese. “how is writing lyrics coming along?” he asks in korean, half-awkward.