#mingeun

[denim-bias]

[chujiball]

very much obsessed with them

[fcble]

let's start a new thing! what is the moral alignment for your ocs? <3

I've chosen to interpret good/evil as other people/self and lawful/chaotic as the usual society/freedom in addition to personal consistency. Otherwise it'd be kind of boring because I don't think anyone except Haksu would ever commit murder or otherwise embrace villainy.

LAWFUL GOOD

JAESEOP has what I've always referred to in my notes as the protagonist build. He has plot armor. He has a strong sense of justice. He helps old ladies cross the street. He's the type to save the world and his friends and get the girl. You get the picture. He's also very consistent with these traits, even if they're not necessarily the law.

BYEONGHWI is more of a textbook lawful good. He's into tradition and honor and filial piety and the patriarchy. He has that Confucianism in him. It kind of defines his entire life and he doesn't mind. That's where his personal morals come from.

NEUTRAL GOOD

ANDREW is very willing to bend the rules. He's way more into the spirit of the law than the letter of it, but mostly if it will benefit more people than just himself. He's very altruistic and doesn't expect much in return. The best example I can think of for this is when he snuck Byeonghwi into his work-subsidized housing back when they were trainees.

KIYOUNG has the same general spirit of the law viewpoint as Andrew. While he was in college and before he became an idol, he worked for an environmental nonprofit. If not for his friendship with Intak, he would have stayed there and probably trended closer to chaotic good. For now, he spends a lot of time in Jaeseop's company.

LAWFUL NEUTRAL

INTAK has bootlicker and doormat tendencies and for those reasons he's lawful and neutral. In a lot of situations, he could really go either way to the more selfish or more altruistic option. But above all of that, he also leans towards filial piety and respecting authority.

Similar to Intak, EUNSU has most definitely defended billionaires on Twitter before. He's like well just get good at the stock market and you too can pull yourself up by your bootstraps. His neutrality, on the other hand, comes from making some major selfish decisions (becoming an idol) and some major selfless decisions (leaving Fable to inherit his father's priesthood).

NEUTRAL EVIL

One of MINGEUN'S defining character traits has always been his selfishness. He could also be true neutral because he survives no matter what and adapts, improvises, and overcomes, but that implies he also considers the greater good from time to time. I don't really think he does that. He has little respect for authority but he's also fairly consistent to his own morals.

CHAOTIC EVIL

HAKSU has the CEO build. In ten years he could be running a company with 247582 labor violations. On a smaller scale, he's extremely hypocritical. He's very "rules for thee but not for me." And the "I'd sell you to Satan for one corn chip" troubled bird. Also he got his job by stalking Taein and thought very little of it.

[necnnights]

MERRY-GO-ROUND: NEON NIGHTS THE BEST is the fifth anniversary compilation album by fictional girl band NEON NIGHTS. It was released on July 12, 2024, a week after their fifth anniversary, and is the final Japanese album with guitarist QIUYUN. It contains twelve tracks: three new songs and nine re-releases of older music spanning their Korean discography as well. The album peaked at number seven on the Oricon weekly album chart.

Described by the band and critics alike as their “cutest album yet,” the three new tracks feature a brighter sound reminiscent of their first studio album. Like the vast majority of their music so far, the production was led by HWAJUNG. It is their second album to feature songwriting contributions from all five members, following their English-language debut from earlier in the year.

TRACK LIST

MERRY-GO-ROUND — Title track

Gachapon

Sneaker Cinderella

Cross - 2024 Version — The opening track of their debut album, INTENTION. Re-recorded.

We Are - 2024 Version — The lead single from the same album. Re-recorded.

Dice - 2024 Version — The lead single from their first EP, FIRST SIGHT. Re-recorded.

KICKASS - 2024 Version — A popular b-side from the same album. Re-recorded.

Deja Vu - Japanese Version — A b-side from their Korean magnum opus, NEW ISLAND OF UTOPIA. Translated into Japanese.

Jealousy - Acoustic — The second lead single from INTENTION. Acoustic arrangement.

That Won’t Save Us - Acoustic — A b-side from INTENTION. Acoustic arrangement.

I Know I Love You - Neon Nights Version — The title track of their first Korean EP, MIDNIGHT. Originally featuring FABLE’s Andrew and Mingeun.

(No More) Utopia - Symphony Version — The title track of NEW ISLAND OF UTOPIA. Re-arranged.

ERA NOTES

The elephant in the room is, of course, Qiuyun’s impending departure. They gave her a slightly different send-off with every show, and they had a lot of shows. Highlights included: part switches where Qiuyun sang a few songs (usually “Merry-Go-Round”), chose the encore songs (usually “仮面ミーハー女子”), and picked some of their stage outfits (she had Eden wearing dresses). 

No one seemed to be upset about this. In fact, it was the opposite. There were very few tears shed. Hwajung looked happy, despite being almost completely hidden behind her drum set for every show.

In their company’s usual cash-grab style, the album released with a lot of extra content. Besides the songs, each member wrote a letter expressing their thoughts on their anniversary. In the only attempt at marketing them to their widest audience, their words were translated into Japanese, Korean, and English.

The album also included a DVD of behind-the-scenes content for the re-recording of their songs, and another DVD of highlights from their careers so far.

Hwajung is still banned from her personal Instagram, but both she and Eunbyul alluded to disliking these business practices multiple times during live shows. At the same time, they both re-signed their contracts. So there’s that.

During a few shows, they took requests for songs for the first time instead of playing whatever they want. There were some deep cuts in there, especially when fans requested “Asphalt,” their second single ever. Yumi forgot half the chords, since it’s been eight years since they last performed it.

STYLING

[fictitouscore]

FAVORITE WRITING PIECE IS A FICFAVE AWARD!

Shakespeare wishes he had this much talent! Meet our seven amazing nominees for FAVORITE WRITING PIECE!

HAVE YOUR RAMEN AND CRY IN IT. ... Cléo spends two hours struggling to record a song, plagued by self-doubt and harsh online criticism about her talent. Despite Chan's encouragement, she battles with her insecurities and fears of not being good enough. After a failed attempt, he surprises her with kindness instead of criticism, suggesting they grab food together. Their time shifts from frustration to lightheartedness as they share a meal, but Cléo’s emotional barriers break down. In a moment of vulnerability, she confides in Chan about her fears. He reassures her of her worth and potential, fostering her growth and resilience amid her struggles. \\ @hausofanya

THE SHARP AND THE BLUNT. ... Hanjae struggles with the pressure of his new job as a trainee for the boy group LOOPiN. Facing bullying and controversies, he openly cries after a challenging day, reflecting on past mistakes and the fading remnants of a tattoo linked to a difficult friendship. Haruki’s unexpected kindness and interest in Hanjae’s life offer him comfort and connection, leading to a moment of vulnerability as they share stories over drinks. This marks the beginning of Hanjae's emotional journey toward self-acceptance and the complexities of his feelings for Haruki \\ @toointoo

SOMETHING SO FRAGILE, MADE OFSTICKS AND MUD, WAS NEVERMEANT TO LAST. ... Yoonah confronts her partner Juwon after discovering him with another girl in their bed, exposing the deep-seated resentment and pain from their crumbling relationship. The confrontation escalates into a physical and emotional fight, revealing Yoonah's anger and desperation for validation. Both characters grapple with their feelings of betrayal and disconnection. Yoonah initially seeks to assert her worth but ultimately admits her love for Juwon, recognizing the toxic dynamics that led to their downfall. As Juwon prepares to leave, they share poignant words filled with regret, leading to a bitter farewell that emphasizes their mutual heartbreak and unresolved issues. \\ @venusvity

DUCLET. ... Sora grapples with her deepening feelings for Chan while engaging in self-destructive behavior with Changkyun. Initially, she clings to the idea of keeping things casual but becomes increasingly obsessed with Chan, culminating in a moment of crisis after an encounter with Changkyun that leaves her feeling hollow. After fleeing the club in distress, she returns to Chan, who comforts her without judgment. This moment signifies Sora's recognition of her love for Chan and her fear of vulnerability. Ultimately, Sora faces the duality of desire and fear, realizing that she craves genuine connection amidst chaos. \\ @alwaysvivid

NOT ENOUGH. ... Mingeun grapples with his insecurities upon meeting Andrew, who is his equal in talent and background. Their similarities breed rivalry, as Mingeun feels overshadowed by Andrew's intelligence and charm. Despite Andrew's attempts to foster camaraderie, Mingeun's anger erupts, showcasing his inner turmoil and fear of failure. Eunsu challenges Mingeun's isolationist mindset, emphasizing the need for collaboration in their group. Meanwhile, Andrew struggles with his cultural identity and feelings of belonging as a foreigner in Korea. Their dynamic hints at deeper issues within the group and sets the stage for personal growth amidst external pressures. \\ @fcble

FELL OFF HARDER. ... Yoonah grapples with her desire to leave Flowerbank for Mydol alongside Chloe, Klara, and Sena, while facing tensions with Bliss. Chloe’s manipulative influence highlights Yoonah's internal conflict about her past relationship with Jinhwa and the group's dynamics. Bliss's protective instincts clash with Yoonah’s determination, leading to a heated argument where Yoonah reveals the planned move without Bliss’s knowledge. The confrontation marks a turning point for both characters: Yoonah asserts her independence, while Bliss feels betrayed, ultimately deciding to distance herself from Yoonah. \\ @venusvity

LOOPIN GOES DISCO. ... Minwoo grapples with his emotions as he confronts Jiahang's substance abuse. Minwoo's sense of responsibility and connection to Jiahang deepens, realizing he cannot abandon him despite the chaos. An attempt to help leads to unintended harm when Jiahang falls and injures himself. Amidst their emotional turmoil, they share a raw exchange about their fears and loneliness. \\ @toointoo

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HERO ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⸻ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ CATCH TWENTYFIVE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ HIGHLIGHT MEDLEY ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ 04.10.2023.

YOU & TEARS ( INTRO ) _ prod. by HERO ⠀⠀SET ME FREE _ prod. by HERO PULL THE TRIGGER ( TITLE ) _ prod. by HERO, CH.RLIE ⠀⠀DOWN DOWN ( feat. MINGEUN ) _ prod. by HERO, NANCY I WANNA KNOW ( feat. CHAN ) _ prod. by HERO ⠀⠀SWEET GAME ( feat. MINWOO ) _ prod. by HERO, KAEDE HEAVEN, ARE YOU THERE? ( feat. ZION ) _ prod. by HERO ⠀⠀GOD DAMN _ prod. by HERO, LOLO MATCH & THE FLAME _ prod. by HERO, GLOOMY ⠀⠀I'M BAD ( OUTRO ) _ prod. by HERO, MOON&SUN

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for the featured ocs, you can find MINGEUN at @fcble _ CHAN at @thefreakshcw _ MINWOO at @intoloopin && ZION at @boycandie !

for the producer section, you can find CH.RLIE at @okiash0y _ NANCY at @mcllv _ KAEDE at @cultkive && LOLO at @jwbies !

[baeksu-krp]

Nome: Chu Jia Faceclaim: Lee Mijoo, Solista Data de nascimento e idade: 01.10.1994 — 29 anos Gênero: Feminino Etnia e nacionalidade: Sul-coreana, Coreia do Sul

Moradia: Seodaemun-gu Ocupação: Detetive, Agência Policial de Mingeun-dong Qualidades: Persistente, Proativa Defeitos: Cabeça-dura, Desconfiada User: @ jia_bks

TW: Assassinato, menção a traumas, sangue e agressão física

Algumas vezes, o cérebro apaga certas memórias para evitar que as pessoas se lembrem de traumas. É um mecanismo de defesa natural e é por isso que muitos não se lembram exatamente do que aconteceu. E assim era para Chu Jia. A noite do dia 16 de março de 2002 fora completamente apagada de sua mente. Não se lembrava de como o assalto começara, tampouco o que aconteceu para que os bandidos atirassem. A única coisa em sua mente era a voz do pai mandando-a esconder-se atrás do banco do motorista, cobrindo-se com o casaco. Foi assim que passou despercebida, mas o que veio em seguida se mantinha tão vivo em sua memória quanto os dias presentes. O som de tiros, a polícia chegando pouco depois — uma viatura estava próxima da área e o barulho chamou atenção —, o sangue de seus pais escorrendo e os olhos mirando lugar algum, como se fossem de vidro. O senhor e a senhora Chu estavam mortos e ela sequer sabia como aquilo tudo tinha acontecido. Por causa da defesa de sua mente, seu depoimento foi inútil e, sem haver mais provas, os detetives encerraram a investigação sem encontrarem os culpados. Não bastando perder os pais, a rejeição posterior parecia cortá-la como mil navalhas. Nenhum dos parentes quis assumir sua guarda — “cuidar de criança é muito caro”, eles diziam, “já tive trabalho o suficiente com meus filhos”. Os tios, os avós, até mesmo alguns primos de seus pais… Ninguém queria cuidar da pequena. E, desta forma, ela acabou em um orfanato. Ainda traumatizada, mal falava com as outras crianças, chegando até a agredir algumas e passando por castigos físicos cada vez piores. É claro que os responsáveis pela instituição queriam se livrar da “garota problema”, porém, toda vez que era adotada, devolviam-na pouco depois por falta de adaptação — agressiva, desobediente, não falava, recusava-se a comer. E quando chegou certa idade, ninguém queria adotá-la mais — estava “velha” demais. Na adolescência, contudo, veio o interesse por casos criminais. Passava horas assistindo os mais diversos casos, fosse em seu aparelho de celular — doado por colaboradores — ou na televisão compartilhada da casa — por pouco tempo, já que sempre a faziam mudar de canal. Descobriu sobre a resolução de casos mais de dez ou vinte anos depois, que tinha detetives especializados unicamente nesses tipos de caso e a esperança de descobrir quem tinha assassinado seus pais a atingiu em cheio. Saiu do orfanato já com um emprego para sobreviver. Estudou como podia. Passou para a polícia. Estudou mais. Esforçou-se. Foi promovida. E de novo. E de novo. E, quando percebeu, já era detetive da Agência Policial de Mingeun-dong. Tinha que resolver alguns crimes, é claro, mas, finalmente, poderia descobrir o que aconteceu realmente na noite que mudou sua vida, mesmo que as poucas memórias que tinha viessem em forma de flash em seus piores pesadelos.

OOC: +18 Triggers: Zoofilia, incesto, tortura de incapazes (crianças, idosos, animais) Temas de interesse: Todos

[nosikmarie]

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[vm4vm0]

GIRIBOY - Acrnm (feat.Goretexx) from sunisle on Vimeo.

Director paranoid paranoid

Executive Producer VM Project Architecture

Assistant Director Soobin Park , Jiwoo Kim, Mihee Seo, Eunbi Shin

Project Manager Kate Jeon Line Producer Yohan Joo

Director of Photography Hyungyun Kim

Focus Puller Seungji Lee

Gaffer Yeongsu Im

Art Director Jinsil Park , Bona Kim MU:E Jimmy Jib Operator Yungu Ji

Post Production Eunjeong Cho

Artist GIRIBOY Executive Producer Jihoon Moon Producer GIRIBOY A&R, Marketing Narae Shin, Jihoe Kim Manager Sejin Lim, Jungmoon Lee

Stylist GIRIBOY, Goretexx Hair & Make Up BLACK LIP

Presented By Linchpin Music Corp. Just Music.

choreography 韓國舞踊 Jeong Min Geun Mingeun Jeong, Hyoyoung Song, Hyeji Kim, Seunghee Seo Ahyoung Choi, Soyoung Jung, Suyeon Cho, Nahye Son, Donghoo Kim

choreography Lion Mask Dancing Wonjung Yoon, Jaemin Kim

Lion Mask Designer Dayun Kim

choreography (Live Performance) Monster Woo Fam Youngster, Faker, Hanbyeol, Aiden, jeongmin, Duck, Reckless, e.one

[solplparty]

Tommy Strate - 어머님은 (ft. Kid Milli) M/V https://youtu.be/cy7GvEtwiXE Director : Yvng Wing https://www.instagram.com/yvngwing94/ Exacutive Producer : Bruce Kim https://www.instagram.com/byung.jin.kim/ 1st AC : Mingeun Jo https://www.instagram.com/ihave_freckles/ 2nd AC : Peakle https://www.instagram.com/made_in_peakle/ Gaffer : Mingeun Jo Edit : Yvng Wing Make-up Artist : Eunbin Ha https://www.instagram.com/hakkaeng_art/, Hyewon Yoon https://www.instagram.com/iamwonnn/ Starring : Kid Milli https://www.instagram.com/kidcozyboy/, Tommy Strate https://www.instagram.com/tommystrate_/, Bruce Kim, In Ha Kim Special thanks : Hyundai Livart, 來香 the chinese restaurant #TommyStrate #어머님은 #KidMilli 워너뮤직코리아 (Warner Music Korea)

[fcble]

INVIDIA + LIMBO for my man mingeun!!

INVIDIA — A time my muse was vindictive and held a grudge or wished harm upon others.

In which Mingeun receives the opposite of a welcome. July 28, 2024. 0.9k.

Mingeun arrives home less than twenty-four hours after he left, feeling... lighter? No. Vindicated? Perhaps. Normal? He'll settle for that. Normalcy lasts until he unlocks the door of Fable's apartment. That's when he's met with the uncomfortable sight of Daewoong on the couch, looking rather hungover, for lack of a better description. Andrew sits on his right with enough space for another person to sit between them, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world. It's like a meeting of the Anti-Mingeun Convention. All they're missing is Taein, a couple thousand online detractors, and maybe one or two of Haksu's sasaengs, just to spice things up.

It takes less than two seconds for Mingeun to process the fact that he's in an incomprehensible amount of trouble. Like he always is. He folds his arms over his chest, still carrying his backpack of one day's worth of clothes. "What did I do now?"

"I don't fucking know," Daewoong says irritably. "Andrew told me he doesn't know either. Is that correct?"

Mingeun hates him. He's hated Daewoong from the day he first arrived, another SM Entertainment reject, high and mighty and simultaneously a failure. He hates his helicopter management. He hates how he acts as an extension of Taein's will, the sword wielded by a king, with no discernible independence of his own.

"Yes," he lies. Andrew didn't throw him under the bus. It would have been easy for him to tell the truth, to say, "Mingeun went to Japan because his girlfriend is there." He didn't do that, and now he's a witness to Mingeun's latest downfall.

Daewoong steeples his fingers together, a near-perfect mirror image of Taein. "So what did you do?"

It has to be an intimidation tactic. He wants Mingeun to incriminate himself. After all, going on vacation isn't a crime. And he did what Taein asked of him, anyway. Somehow, Mingeun doesn't think the logic he used with Hwajung will go over well with his manager. He spends a minute fantasizing about wrapping his fingers around Daewoong's throat and feeling the flesh give beneath his grip. He's had similar thoughts about Taein before, sitting across from him in his office in the shittiest plastic chair known to man. He wonders how long it would take before Andrew would interrupt, or if he'd let Mingeun have his way. He digs his fingers into the side of his rib cage until it hurts.

"Nothing," he says levelly. An immediate response is a sure sign of a frantic cover up, and Mingeun is nothing if not a proficient liar. Andrew doesn't so much as shift in his seat, and Mingeun appreciates him like he's never appreciated anyone before.

Daewoong brings his phone out of his pocket. "Read the headline." He gives his phone up to Andrew in another power play.

Andrew reads out loud in a tight, stiff voice. "'Fable's Byeonghwi, Mingeun, and Intak Spotted at Neon Nights Show.'"

Mingeun's heart drops into the pit of his stomach. Daewoong plucks his phone out of Andrew's grip with two fingers.

"I wouldn't call flying to Japan last night nothing," Daewoong says. He holds his other hand out. "Passport. Phone. Wallet."

Mingeun doesn't move. He's almost twenty-five, not twelve. He pictures, again, his hands on Daewoong's throat, the realization in his eyes at the moment he recognizes that Mingeun is the one with the power, not him. Andrew would let him get away with it, he decides. There's no love lost between the two of them. His therapist hasn't told him this is an unhealthy coping method yet. Probably because he hasn't told her about it.

"Mingeun. We both had long nights. Now." Daewoong speaks like Mingeun is some unruly animal, easily tamed by a stern word and a firm hand.

There are only two ways out of this situation that he can see. First, he leaves, like he always does. The problem with that is there's no telling how long Daewoong is willing to wait. This is his job, after all. Second, Mingeun can give in. He fiddles with one of the straps of his backpack.

Andrew reads his mind. "Don't give it to him," he says, in English this time.

Mingeun is already lowering his backpack to the ground, so he hears, more than sees, the vicious crack as Daewoong backhands Andrew. He flinches nevertheless. He knows Daewoong is capable of this violence—just like he is—but he's never raised a hand against Fable before.

"Speak Korean, Yejun." Daewoong all but snarls around Andrew's old stage name.

Mingeun's passport and wallet aren't hard to find. He keeps them both in the same outside pocket. He risks a glance up at Andrew, who sits there with fury blazing in his eyes, one side of his jawline tinged pink.

"Here," he mumbles, fishing his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and handing over the pieces of his modern lifestyle to Daewoong. He watches Daewoong rifle through his wallet and take out both his credit cards before tossing the rest of it back at him. It would be so easy, Mingeun thinks, to throttle him, to leave ten nearly identical bruises scattered along his windpipe—not enough to kill him, just enough to scare him. He hides his hands behind his back and digs his nails into his palms.

Daewoong stands abruptly. "I'm staying in Eunsu's room again. Clean it up."

He leaves, presumably to collect whatever he needs to move into Eunsu's room. Mingeun stares daggers at his back, flopping down on the couch next to Andrew, tired and phoneless and utterly drained.

"I fucking hate him," Andrew says, still in English, massaging the side of his face.

"Who doesn't?" Mingeun responds, taking great comfort in the fact that Andrew would have backed him up in his most impulsive moments.

LIMBO — A time my muse acted faithless and disloyal.

In which Mingeun flakes. April 20, 2024. 0.6k.

It took three weeks for Mingeun and his mother to plan a single dinner. Between her job and his job and the time difference and the fact that Mingeun doesn't want to see her, it's a miracle any plan formed at all. According to his mother, the timing is perfect. It's almost the end of Eunice's sophomore year of university, and Fable's New York tour stop isn't far from her campus. His younger sister seemed even unhappier with the plan than Mingeun does. He wonders how many more years will pass before his mother recognizes the common factor in all of her children moving away from home as soon as they can.

The plan they finally agreed upon is dinner at some upscale seafood restaurant, one of many in a chain run by some celebrity chef Mingeun's mother follows on Instagram, the night before Fable's New York concert. She also asked him if there's anyway the two of them can get last minute tickets to the concert, griping about prices and resellers on the phone. Mingeun lied and told her no, despite knowing that Andrew's parents will be at their LA stop in decent seats, close to, but not directly in front of the stage.

The only task left for Mingeun is to tell Daewoong he has plans for that night. The day creeps closer and closer. The practices ramp up, until he goes to bed with 'Platonic Love' looping in his head. He stays quiet. Andrew is stressed about an already-booked car rental and an already-planned vacation itinerary, on top of everything else he has to worry about. Mingeun doesn't utter a word. Then it's the first night of their Seoul concert, and the second night, and they're packed on a plane to Los Angeles. Daewoong remains none the wiser.

Mingeun wishes he could say he tried. The problem is that he hasn't tried at all. He doesn't talk to Daewoong. He doesn't talk to his mother. He doesn't even talk to Eunice when she texts him and asks, are you srsly going to dinner w/ mom?

Maybe his mother will come down with a cold and miss her flight. Maybe one of Eunice's professors will assign her a major homework assignment due on the same night. Maybe Mingeun will fall off the stage at one of the earlier stops and break his leg.

None of those things happen, and before he knows it, he's in New York and he has a miserable impending family dinner in the next few hours.

His savior comes in the form of Byeonghwi, who descends like an angel sent from heaven, looming over him as he stews in despair in a hotel bed. "Are you busy tonight?"

Mingeun thinks about his mother and her plans and pushes them out of his head. He props himself up into a sitting position. "No."

"Do you wanna go out?"

He has a suspicion that Byeonghwi is asking him because he speaks fluent English. "Why didn't you ask Andrew-hyung?" he asks, even though he would really not like Byeonghwi to ask Andrew, and he's going to say yes, regardless of where the out is.

Byeonghwi hesitates, and then says, "He wouldn't approve."

That sounds even better to Mingeun. If Andrew doesn't approve, then Daewoong certainly wouldn't approve, and that means Mingeun should do it.

"Yeah, sure. Where are you going?"

Byeonghwi shrugs, and Mingeun can't help but wonder what he signed up for. Maybe Andrew was right to disapprove.

He might be a little bit of an asshole, but he isn't a complete asshole. He does the bare minimum and texts both his mother and Eunice that something came up and he won't be able to attend the night's dinner. Eunice responds directly to him with a gif of some animated character falling over, captioned with "dies from cringe."

Mingeun spends a minute feeling guilty about leaving his baby sister—who also happens to be an adult—at the mercy of their mother. Then he feels relieved about saving his own skin, and doesn't even bother to pry a plan out of Byeonghwi.

[necnnights]

In which Hwajung goes on her last date.

FEATURING: Go Hwajung, Yoon Mingeun

SETTING: July 2024

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

NOTES: Title taken from the W*terparks song. I couldn't help it 😔.

Hallucinations are never a good sign. If Hwajung squints, she thinks she sees Mingeun in the crowd. The person she takes as him is standing near the back of the audience, much closer to the bar than the stage. He isn’t holding a drink, but the people he’s with are. That checks out with his habits. He might be wearing a mask, but something about the way he stands and the way he leans forward to speak into the ear of the guy next to him screams Mingeun to her.

That, or it’s been too many months since they’ve been in the same country as each other. First, her band had their English album and their short tour. Then Fable went on their world tour, and now Neon Nights is in Japan again. She sees him everywhere he isn’t. She’ll pass someone on the street who laughs like him or has the same shoddy, DIY dyed hair as him, and her heart beat will quicken and she’ll turn around, only to make eye contact with a complete stranger.

Sometimes Hwajung thinks they might be the worst girlfriend and boyfriend in the history of girlfriends and boyfriends.

“Qiuyun-chan, what do you think we should end the show with?” Yumi asks. She holds Eunbyul’s microphone, the cord looping circles around the stage. She still does most of the talking, despite the massive improvements in everyone else’s Japanese through the years.

Hwajung mouths Qiuyun’s next line along with her. “I think everyone should choose.”

They planned this ahead of time, letting the audience members vote on a handful of songs via stickers on a board as they entered the venue. Three songs ago, Aerin let them all know that the winner was “Revolution.” Eden’s violin sits just offstage, waiting for the official announcement.

“Is that so?” Yumi says. “Let’s see what everyone picked.”

That’s the cue for the board to be rolled out onto center stage. Hwajung gives them a short snare roll as it takes center stage. It blocks her view, but she can hear the appreciative cheers from the audience regardless.

“It’s ‘Revolution!’” Qiuyun announces. She has to wait for the audience to settle down again before she continues. The board moves silently offstage. “It’s one of my favorite tracks from our debut album. My favorite part is Eden-chan’s violin.”

That's Eden’s cue to retrieve her violin. She waves her bow at the audience and then plays a quick scale. 

Hwajung snorts because she knows no one can hear her. She doubts Qiuyun has any favorite songs from their debut album. She distinctly remembers Qiuyun crying after she heard the songs for the first time.

Qiuyun hands the microphone back to Eunbyul and fumbles to right her guitar from where it was slung behind her. Hwajung rolls her eyes. Even from the back, Eunbyul’s movements are much smoother and practiced. One more song, and she'll be home free.

One encore and another hour later, Hwajung slouches on a couch in the dressing room, waiting for everyone else to use the single restroom before they return to their AirBnb. A quick glance to her right confirms Yumi is doing much of the same, already swiping through a dating app. A knock sounds at the door and she pays it no mind, assuming it’s Aerin returning from whatever the responsibilities of her job are. Hwajung won’t even pretend to know what she does.

“Hwajung?” Aerin says, and that’s when Hwajung looks up, zeroes in on the person behind her, and shoots off the couch so fast she makes herself dizzy.

She barrels into Mingeun with enough force to knock the air out of him in a quiet huff. He slides a small half step back as she wraps her arms around him.

"I missed you too, Jungie," he says, breath ghosting over her ear as he hugs her back.

She leans into him, comforted by his solid presence. She wasn't hallucinating. One point for her mental state. Somewhere in the background, Eunbyul clears her throat.

Hwajung takes a step back and smooths her shirt down. She's probably grinning like an idiot. She can't bring herself to care. Eunbyul appears to be frozen two steps out of the restroom, lips set in a straight line. Hwajung knows it's to keep her from looking like she approves of Mingeun's actions.

"He wouldn't leave," Aerin says somewhat apologetically. "I stepped in before the venue staff tried to have him arrested."

Mingeun gives an easy grin and brushes his bangs out of his eyes. He has the leather jacket she bought for him for his birthday last year slung over one arm. "Thank you. Taein-nim would never post bail for me."

Hwajung's heart swoops as she grabs his hand. "I'll see you later tonight, unnie," she says to Aerin.

Her manager grimaces slightly, but doesn't protest. "Don't get in trouble. Stay safe." "I wouldn't dream of it."

As they leave, she hears Yumi make a retching noise. Hwajung ignores it, because she was the one looking for an online date.

Once they reach the freedom of the fresh night air, Mingeun gives her a sidelong glance. “Your manager lets you leave like that? Mine would kill me.”

Hwajung loops her arm through his as they walk. “She doesn't let me do anything. I make my own decisions.” She doesn't understand why he asks. He's always been someone who makes his own choices, damn the consequences.

“Did he let you visit me?” she asks, deliberately using the same words.

“He doesn't know,” he says. “I'm leaving in the morning. Andrew-hyung is covering for me.”

That's the second favor her band has received from him: his help on their English album, and now this chance for her and Mingeun to finally have a night together. Hwajung hates being indebted to people.

“You're leaving already?” There's an edge of a whine in her voice. She hates it for being there, and she hates her inability to suppress it.

He nods as he guides her to a stop in front of a park entrance. They didn't travel far. The options for things to do at midnight are limited, she figures. “I can't stay long. It might look suspicious, and I'm already under scrutiny.”

She swallows down any sort of response to that and looks reproachfully at the somewhat foreboding darkness instead.

He reads her mind. “There aren't a lot of places open all night,” he says, somewhat apologetically. He starts ticking off other date locations. “We've been to arcades and karaoke and concerts before. I wanted to do something different.”

"You're not planning on killing me in there and hiding my body, are you?" She trusts Mingeun with her life, but she'd be dumb not to recognize the fact that he could overpower her in seconds if he really wanted to.

He gives her a strange look. "No."

She pushes in front of him and strides through the open entrance. There's a subway station almost directly to her right. Probably not the best place to hide a dead body, then. The path is dark, and she stops a few steps in. The only light comes from the streetlights on the street they're rapidly leaving behind, and the not quite full moon.

"Now what?" she asks, somewhat stupidly.

She doesn't exactly see him shrug, but she can almost hear it. "We take a walk. There are supposed to be some fountains and ponds. It probably looks better in the daylight." He sounds nearly apologetic, even though he doesn't have to be.

Hwajung leans into him. "We could be sitting in your shitty hotel room. Anything else with you beats that."

"You don't know if my hotel room is shitty," he protests weakly. And then, almost as if it's an afterthought, he adds, in a much smoother tone, "Would you prefer that?"

Her cheeks heat up and she stumbles to change the subject. She's almost certain Mingeun's hotel room is shitty. "What time is your flight tomorrow?"

"Eight." He pulls his phone out of his pocket. Hwajung steals a glance at this screen and learns it's nearly half an hour past one in the morning. "Today." He uses the light of his screen—not the flashlight—to guide them down the paved path.

There isn't much to look at. It's the company, really, that makes the night special. Neither of them make very good conversationalists. Maybe they could be sitting in silence in his shitty hotel room.

"I liked your show," Mingeun says.

She preens for a moment before common sense kicks in. "You have to like my show," she points out. "You're my boyfriend." She says it even though she knows the opposite isn't true. She's been to Fable performances, of course, but they've never been her scene. That, and the amount of women her age in the audience thinking they have a chance with any of Mingeun's group members gives her second-hand embarrassment. Hwajung would rather die than be caught in the audience of any idol group concert. Mingeun knows that, but he's never given her flack for it, thankfully. Maybe opposites do attract.

"I guess that's true," he says begrudgingly.

"What was your favorite part?" Hwajung prompts.

He's silent for a good few moments, and she begins to regret asking the question. They pass a few other people, mostly people out for a jog and one man walking a dog.

"Near the end of 'Dice,' there was a part where the guitar and bass solos alternate. I liked that," he says eventually.

You and everyone else, Hwajung thinks, though she resists the urge to say it out loud. It's a thoughtful enough response, and besides, the song is one of their most popular. Probably for a good reason. There's a reason they still play it at almost every show. She hopes they haven't peaked yet, but if she had to pick their peak so far, 'Dice' would be a strong contender for it.

The light of Mingeun's phone screen—he taps it ever few seconds to keep it on—illuminates the wooden slats of a small bridge. To their right, the water in what must be one of the fountains or ponds he mentioned earlier reflects the moon in a rippling image. It's quiet, apart from the muted sounds of the city filtering through the trees. It's a far cry from her AirBnb, which feels downright suffocating and unlivable sometimes.

They cross the bridge in silence. It takes her another moment to realize he's waiting for a response. "That's a good choice. It's a good song."

"All your songs are good to you."

Hwajung corrects him gently. "Most of them. Not all of them." She's responsible for the majority of her band's music, and that makes most of it good, in the simple, reductive way Mingeun says it. There are songs that slip through the cracks, like when she delegated the English album to Eden, and whenever Taein decides it's a good idea for him to stick his nose where it doesn't belong. When it comes to those, she'd rather not have her name attached to them.

Mingeun does a sort of half shrug, the type of response he gives when he knows he's losing an argument or when he doesn't want to have a certain conversation anymore.

She doesn't push him. There are times when she can, and times when she can't, and right now, she lets it go. She doesn't want to ruin this one night they have together.

The light of his phone illuminates the shapes of a few benches lining the edge of the water. Hwajung takes a seat on one of them, and waits pointedly until Mingeun gets the message. The plastic creaks as his weight joins hers. The single perk of being here, she realizes, is that none of Fable's crazy fans are around. They've been better at hiding their relationship over the past few years, though she still remembers the news article that tried to end Mingeun's career shortly after they started dating. It was overshadowed by the other news articles trying to end his career. She wants to think that they've all been able to move past those types of rumors. She isn't confident.

But they're in a foreign country, and no one else is around, so she leans on his chest, listening to the steady pulse of his heartbeat. She wishes he'd get butterflies around her, the same way she does around him. A beat later, his hands tangle themselves in her hair.

Hwajung yawns, the exhaustion of the previous day finally catching up to her. Today is a rare day between performances, thankfully.

Mingeun is, of course, alert to her every action. "Are you tired? Do you want to go back?"

She shakes her head, trying to shake off the tiredness with it. "The trains won't run until five." She could ask Aerin for a ride, but she'd prefer not to. She doesn't want to burden her, not when she ran off the way she did.

She hears him frown more than she sees him do it. "We can't stay here all night."

Hwajung falls back to their default activities. "An arcade? Another concert? Karaoke?"

Fifteen minutes of research later, they end up at a tiny karaoke bar. She would have preferred an arcade, but there weren't many places open at midnight, and there are even less at closer to two in the morning. She tells Aerin she'll stay out until the trains run again, and then turns her phone off.

The bar isn't very friendly to foreigners. It takes all of Hwajung's broken Japanese and all of the front desk staff's broken English to explain and understand that yes, they would like to rent a room for three hours.

Fifteen minutes later, they sit in a darkened private room, the screen rotating through the same constant selection of stock footage of nature scenes. The couch they're on has definitely seen better days and the low table in front of them has a number of unidentifiable stains on it. She's glad for the ignorance the darkness allows. Mingeun picks up the song book immediately, hoisting the massive binder onto his lap and beginning to flip through the pages.

Even in the dim lighting, Hwajung can tell there are a few questionable sticky substances on the laminated pages. He doesn't seem to mind.

"Do you have any requests?" he asks, turning the pages quickly. The majority of the song listings are in Japanese, and the characters blur together. It doesn't matter much, because she can't read it.

She slips her shoes off and draws her knees up to her chin. "You can choose." He'll do most of the singing anyway.

"We should do a duet."

"'Everytime," Hwajung suggests, and then her mind goes blank on every other duet song she's ever heard.

With the remote and their machine set up in English by the front desk, Mingeun picks an AKMU song. He silently hands her another microphone, and she misses the first cue for the beginning of "Re-Bye." They should have switched parts, she thinks despairingly, because he's a better singer than her.

Three minutes of pretending she has a higher vocal range than she actually does, the song ends. Mingeun seems a lot happier than he did at any point earlier in the night. She gives him a gentle nudge. "Look for a Fable song."

She pulls half the binder over into her own lap, flipping quickly through the foreign music section in the back of the book.

"Here." Mingeun finds it first, stabbing the part of the page where there are exactly three Fable songs: "가자," "천둥," and "꽃처럼." Hwajung knows none of those songs hold very good memories for him.

"Let's do something else," she says, wondering if it's presumptuous of her to look for a Neon Nights song in here. They might even be in the main, Japanese song section, and that's not a thought she wishes to dwell on.

Mingeun's jaw is set, already typing in the code for "가자." As the machine loads, he stands, shaking off his jacket, and positions himself between the TV and the table. The song's introduction is short, but even with his back to the screen, he doesn't miss the start of the song, including the adlib title that doesn't seem to count as a lyric.

This isn't a real stage, and she's an audience of one. The performance is still captivating, his one-handed choreography no less polished than any legitimate Fable performance. One person performing a song written for eight people has to be difficult, and yet he does well.

She cheers for him as the song draws to a close. He isn't even out of breath. She almost wants to buy a Fable lightstick. Almost.

He moves his jacket off the seat and picks up the binder again. "Any requests?"

A few songs later, at somewhere around three in the morning—by Mingeun's phone, because she refuses to turn hers back on—Hwajung falls asleep on his shoulder during his soulful rendition of EXO's 'Hear Me Out.' She experiences the next few hours in fragments, balanced on the edge between wakefulness and sleep. At one point, she wakes up to find her head in his lap as he idly strokes her hair. Later, it's almost completely dark. The karaoke screen is off, and the only light comes from Mingeun's phone.

Eventually, he wakes her up, an insistent tapping on her shoulder until she shifts and pokes him back in the thigh.

"Good morning," Mingeun says. "I got you something to drink."

She struggles to sit up, her neck and back creaking in protest. She can't understand why. She's not old. There are two plastic bottles of water on the table. Hwajung grabs one and swallows a fourth of the bottle in two gulps.

"What time is it? Did you sleep?" she asks.

"Almost five. And no." Mingeun starts to count. "I sang a few more songs. I made sure no one burned down the Fable dorm, because I should be doing that, and that no one burned down the Fable dorm looking for me. I met the drunk Japanese college students next door. One of them understands enough English to know what 'shut the fuck up' means."

Hwajung nods along. It sounds like he had an entertaining night. She begrudgingly turns her phone back on. She isn't ready to see what Aerin left for her, but she knows she'll never be prepared.

Six missed calls and thirty-seven texts are better than what she expected. They started almost right after her last text, and tapered off closer and closer to the current time. Aerin threatened to call the police a few times, but as far as Hwajung can tell, she never did. She's thankful for that. She doubts Taein would bail her out of jail either. Aerin would, but not if she was the one to put her there.

Hwajung sends one text reassuring them all that she's still alive and she'll be back soon. She doesn't feel bad at all about leaving behind the suspicious couch and table and song listing. She can't believe she fell asleep on that. She does feel bad that her first night with Mingeun in a long time is drawing to a close.

They checkout with slightly more difficulty than their arrival. Hwajung does her best to fix her hair in the bathroom, though she realizes it's a lost cause ten minutes in.

She directs both of them back to her AirBnb. They only get lost once, when Mingeun insists they should wait until the next train station stop, since it's closer. It is not closer, and they catch the next train heading back the way they came.

The sight of the now-familiar whitewashed walls and sloped brown roof with the curtains drawn tightly closed is homier than she would have ever expected of an AirBnb. Aerin's rental van is parallel parked on the side of the road.

"Our promotions will finish by August," Hwajung says, though she's only about half certain that's true. They stand on the sidewalk. She savors every last moment they have. "You aren't going anywhere, right?"

Mingeun gets a far away look in his eyes. He's looking in her direction, but he isn't looking at her. She's said something wrong. "It would be best if we stopped seeing each other," he says, sounding unlike himself.

Hwajung freezes, heart dropping into the pit of her stomach. "I don't understand." She spares one glance towards the house. None of the lights are on. She hopes it stays that way.

"I didn't want to do this either," he says. He might have more to say, but she doesn't want to hear it.

"Then why?" She cuts him off. She can't understand it. "Why are you doing this?"

He shifts his weight from one foot to the next. Hwajung glares him down until he speaks again. "It's because of Taein-nim," he says eventually. "I don't have a choice."

She scoffs. "Fuck him. He doesn't make you do anything," she says, as if their initial friendship and relationship aren't almost direct consequences of Taein making Mingeun lie about himself.

"I'm sorry, Jungie," Mingeun offers. She recoils from the nickname almost as if she's been slapped.

The pressure of tears behind her eyes is a new development. She blinks furiously, unwilling to cry here, on the fucking sidewalk outside her fucking rental home while her fucking boyfriend—ex-boyfriend?—fucking breaks up with her.

"Is this why you came to see me? To tell me this?" Her voice shakes uncontrollably. She hates it.

Mingeun hesitates, expression fraught with uncertainty. It's a yes or no question, and both responses cast him in a negative light. He knows it. She knows it. He knows that she knows it.

"Yes," he says quietly. "It's the best for both of us. Taein-nim will respect us more."

It's best for him. Hwajung knows that for certain. Everything is about his work, and with it, comes his fundamental misunderstanding. Taein will always like Mingeun more than her or Eunbyul or Aerin, and he doesn't even like Mingeun.

She draws herself up to her full five-foot nothing height for a mere shred of dignity. A light is on in the house now, likely Aerin's sixth sense for knowing when any of them are around. She opens her mouth, and then realizes she has nothing to say to him. She isn't mad at him, more so disappointed and sad. She thought they had something that would survive the trials and tribulations of a single shitty entertainment company CEO. She doesn't have anything witty to say, nothing that would make him regret his decision.

She settles for the tried and true, "Fuck you."

She expects him to fight back. She wants him to fight back, to argue with her like the Mingeun she knows and loves would. Irritatingly enough, he seems to just accept her words.

"I have to go," he says. It isn't an apology, but the hint of one is still there.

She despises how detached he seems, like she was a task for him to check off, something else for him to say he's done.

"Then go," she says, unable to understand why he still lingers. It seems like he doesn't want to be here, and she's beginning to realize she might not want him here anymore.

Mingeun hesitates again, like he still has something else to say. Hwajung can't possibly imagine what it is. Then he turns his back on her, heading in the general direction of the nearest train station.

She watches his retreating back for only a few seconds. He doesn't turn around. She doesn't wait much longer, just prepares herself for Aerin's motherly fussing and lets herself into the house.

The person who turned on the lights, as it turns out, isn't Aerin like she thought, but Yumi, who sits in the spotless kitchen with a glass of water and her phone.

"Good night?" Yumi asks, still looking at her phone. She must understand Hwajung's silence, because she looks up and sees something. It might be Hwajung's hair, still rumpled from sleeping on the couch of a karaoke room, or the unshed tears still teeming in the corners of her eyes.

"Oh," Yumi says, standing and enveloping her in a hug. "What did he do? Do you need me to kill him?"

In spite of herself, Hwajung smiles sadly into Yumi's shoulder. She knows that if she says yes, Yumi would be hunting him down with a kitchen knife in five minutes.

"He broke up with me," she says, muffling her words into her friend's shirt.

"Finally."

Hwajung pulls away just to scowl at her. "Can you pretend to be sad for me?"

Yumi shrugs. "You'll be fine. You deserve better than him."

She doesn't know what to make of that. She spent the past three years thinking they deserved each other just fine. But Yumi wouldn't know that, so she pretends to agree. She yawns, and Yumi is on her case immediately.

"Go to bed. I'll tell Aerin-unnie you're back. And take a shower. You smell like stale cigarette smoke."

Hwajung nods sleepily. That happens, she figures, when you spend three hours in a karaoke booth. A real bed sounds heavenly in comparison.

She stumbles off to the bedroom she shares with Eunbyul, still not quite familiar with the layout of the house, despite having stayed there for a month now. She slips quietly into her bed, careful not to disturb Eunbyul. She doesn't try to sleep. Instead she lies awake, wondering if there's any remote possibility that what happened tonight was her fault.

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CATCH TWENTYFIVE is the 2nd full album by MIGHTY DEVIL's most known soloist, HERO. the mini album was released on the artist's birthday, october 4th, consisting of ten tracks, with PULL THE TRIGGER serving as the album's title track. the second full album reached higher than any of the artist's previous albums could, and the title track quickly became one of the most replayed songs on spotify. the first week of the album release, PULL THE TRIGGER rose to number four on the charts, making it HERO's second song to enter the top 10 on the billboard charts ( with the first one being DANCE FOR TWO from the previous year, ranked in 5th place ).

tracklist.

YOU & TEARS ( INTRO )

SET ME FREE 🅴

PULL THE TRIGGER ( TITLE )

DOWN DOWN ( feat. FABLE's MINGEUN )

I WANNA KNOW ( feat. CARAVAL's CHAN )

SWEET GAME ( feat. LOOPIN's MINWOO )

HEAVEN, ARE YOU THERE? ( feat. ARM CANDY's ZION )

GOD DAMN 🅴

MATCH & THE FLAME

I'M BAD ( OUTRO )

album content.

THRILLER VERSION : outbox ( 210 x 290mm ) + photo booklet ( 84p ) + folded poster ( random one out of 4 ) + sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster ( 1ea ) + signed polaroid ( distributed randomly for first print only ) + photocards ( random 2 out of 16 ) + bike keys charm ( distributed randomly for first print only )

HAUNTING VERSION : outbox ( 210 x 290mm ) + photo booklet ( 84p ) + folded poster ( random one out of 4 ) + sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster ( 1ea ) + signed polaroid ( distributed randomly for first print only ) + photocards ( random 2 out of 16 ) + bike keys charm ( distributed randomly for first print only )

MISERY VERSION : outbox ( 210 x 290mm ) + photo booklet ( 84p ) + folded poster ( random one out of 4 ) + sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster ( 1ea ) + signed polaroid ( distributed randomly for first print only ) + photocards ( random 2 out of 16 ) + bike keys charm ( distributed randomly for first print only )

STORY VERSION : outbox ( 210 x 290mm ) + photo booklet ( 84p ) + folded poster ( random one out of 4 ) + sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster ( 1ea ) + signed polaroid ( distributed randomly for first print only ) + photocards ( random 2 out of 16 ) + bike keys charm ( distributed randomly for first print only )

era notes.

literally one of HERO's best eras, you cannot prove me wrong!

despite waiting for so long, fans were present for the album drop and couldn't stop streaming the songs! the music video for the title song racked up an amazing 25 million views in the first 24 hours!

PULL THE TRIGGER dabbles with the synth-wave genre and is aided by footfalls of percussion and atmospheric synths, which is something that the artist never played with but always talked about doing a song with those vibes in mind.

no one expected HERO's hair to be longer than his usual length, but literally, no one complained because it looked fabulous on him! the singer stated that he "wanted to try something new" and ended up liking it so much that he refused to cut it.

HERO admitted that he had so much fun working with other idols in the fic industry and that he's glad he approached them with the idea when, not even two years ago, he was avoiding others like the plague.

PULL THE TRIGGER received a jaw-dropping 13 wins on music shows, which, in the end, wasn't as surprising to ODDITIES as they expected many wins since they knew how popular the song would be as soon as the track list was announced, and after the singer released a highlight medley!

this comeback was really something else, and it really showed how HERO got out of his safety zone to interact more with other idols as well as with his fans. ODDITIES can’t help but hope that he stays that way!

era style.

collage layout ib. mediadollz !

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Like appa like soon #Minho #Yoogeun #MinGeun #SHINee #HelloBaby #SHINeeWorld #ChoiMinho #JungYoogeun

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Mingeun’s participation in Shooting Stars (@theidcl) is officially acknowledged for the first time in an hour and a half long video uploaded to the official Fable YouTube channel, in which he reacts to and dissects his appearances in the first three episodes of the show. To fans’ dismay, he talks about himself almost the entire time, speaking very little about his experiences or interactions with any other idols.

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MOST REPLAYED MOMENTS !

( 001 ) … The most replayed moment is near the end of the video, when Mingeun talks about his team for the second challenge, Wonderland. 

“We had a really good song. And I was able to be the main vocalist,” he says, beaming from ear to ear. “My teammates were great! I loved performing with them.”

Outside of those few vague sentences, he says nothing more specific about the other competitors.

( 002 ) … Mingeun winces at himself making bunny ears with his hands over his head in his very first introduction.

“I don’t know why I did that.”

( 003 ) … He sits in the middle of the frame with his hands clasped on the table in front of him. Before speaking, Mingeun displays his left wrist to the camera, showing off the iridescent blue metal of his watch.

“Every time I go to film for Shooting Stars, I try to wear a different watch,” he says. “I don’t want my image to be negatively manipulated. I like this one the most. Andrew-hyung and Jaeseop-hyung gave me this one for my birthday a few years ago. Isn’t it nice?”

( 004 ) … At the start of the video, prior to reacting to the show itself, he briefly plays his audition video, staring at himself performing Woodz’s “I Hate You” in the Fable practice room. 

“I wanted to show off more of myself. I know most people know me as Fable’s main dancer, or for worse reasons.” He doesn’t say anything more, trusting his audience to read between the lines. “So I chose this song. It would be boring if I didn’t try anything new.”

( 005 ) … “I don’t want to say that anything I did was regrettable,” Mingeun says halfway through the video. He pauses the show during the song announcements for the first challenge.

“The only song I wanted to perform in the first round was ‘Sherlock.’ When I was picked by Liling-ssi to perform ‘No No No’”—he sighs audibly—“it was disappointing.

“I said this in the diary room, but it wasn’t aired, so I’ll say it again here. ‘Gee’ would have been the worst. Like this.” Mingeun places his right hand flat against the table, holding his arm sideways. “‘No No No’ is here.”

He holds his left hand only slightly above his right. “I don’t blame Liling-ssi at all. I’m still glad she picked me and we put on our best performance.”

( 006 ) … As he watches the first episode, Mingeun says, “It wasn’t shown when I chose my seat. I walked up to the first place seat. I can’t remember what I said word for word. It was something about seeing what the view was like.”

He reenacts his unaired actions, holding his right hand in front of his forehead like he’s shading his eyes from the sun. He holds the position for a short moment, dropping his hand with a laugh.

“I never planned on sitting in the seat. Everyone knows whoever sits there is cursed to lose.”