#this interpretation suits more heechul's personality

[jos-corner-of-the-world]

Last House on the Left - {17}

{1} – {2} – {3} – {4} – {5} – {6} – {7} – {8} -- {9} -- {10} -- {11} -- {12} -- {13} -- {14} - {15} - {16}

Luckily for you, it came quickly.

You’d been decorating the house for the whole week, much to Mighao’s despair.  The stuff Jooheon had demanded bought at the store actually came in handy, and so did the fourteen other bags he brought over throughout the week.

“You two shouldn’t be allowed in the same room together. This doesn’t even look like my house!” Minghao said as he looked around.

“Hey! It’s my house too, remember?” you said to him.

“Yeah, starting to regret that decision now.” Minghao laughed.

“Shut up and go put your costume on.”

“What about you? You’re walking around in a freaking burlap sack, that’s your costume?” he asked.

“I’ll have you know, it’s not burlap! And I haven’t done my make up.  Shit! I need to go do that. Jooheon, I’m putting you in charge of everything!” you said to the demonic looking vampire standing next to you.

“I got it under control.” he said.

You took the time doing your makeup, but it still didn’t take you very long to cover half your body in makeup. You’d used this costume countless other times, it was almost second nature to you now.

The first thing you saw when you walked out of your bedroom was Hoshi, Seokmin, and Seungkwan dressed as the Three Muskateers.

Three stooges would have been more fitting you thought to yourself.

“Holy shit. Y/n?!” Hoshi asked as soon as he saw you.

“In all my glory!” you said as you spun around, showing the costume off fully.

“You look good. Scary...but good.” he said.

“You know who I am right?” you asked the threesome.

You were floored to see all of them shake their heads no.

“Okay, you guys need some serious education. Y’all better be prepared to stay the night because this movie is being watched. Tonight. I’m Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas!”

From the corner of your eye, you saw the front door open and Kihyun walk in with someone you assumed to be his friend.

“Well hello Sally” he said as soon as he got to you.

“Finally someone with good taste in movies! You’re my favorite person right now!” you said, pulling him into a one armed hug.

Kihyun was dressed as Clark Kent. Not Superman, but Clark kent. Sharp fitted suit, thick black framed glasses, and shirt half undone showing the Superman logo underneath.

“Ya know, I could bitch about your costume choice...but it looks damn good on  you so you get a pass.” you laughed.

“Oh...Sorry, I should introduce myself. I’m Y/n. I work with Kihyun.” you said extending your hand to his friend.

But then you saw what he was wearing.

Your mouth literally dropped open.  His friend was a greek god.  Both literally and figuratively.  He had short brown hair, adorned with an intricate leaf band, and a full on togo, showing half his chest off.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Wonho.” he said, grabbing your hand.

“Wow, okay. Hi.” you said.

“Are you...are you speechless right now?!” Kihyun asked.  This is one of the first times since he met you you didn’t have something to say.

“Oh I’m sorry. You bring a half naked greek god into my house! What do you want me to say?!”

“You’ve said enough. Go mingle now.” Kihyun joked, pushing you away.

You walked around, looking around at all the costumes the guys were wearing.  You’d already seen the Three Muskateers, a vampire, Clark Kent, and a literal greek god.  You now saw Wonwoo dressed as Edgar Allen Poe, Vernon as Harry Potter, Jun was also a vampire, Dino was Han Solo, Joshua was Captain America...which made you smile, Jihoon was the mad hatter, and you had yet to see Minghao.

Your favorite so far though, was the quasi couple costume of Jeonghan and Coups. ��Coups was dressed as the Joker, green hair and all, and Jeonghan was dressed as a genderbent Harley Quinn.  You were absolutely in love with it.

“Seriously, you make a great Harley.” you told Jeonghan.

“Figured I might as well have one last Hoorah before I got cut most of it off tomorrow.” Jeonghan said, pulling at one of his pigtails.  “It was actually quite an accident that Coups came as the joker, but we’re rolling with it.” he said.

“Hey, who’s that chick?” Coups asked you, pointing towards the  living room.

You turned and let out a quick laugh.

“Kihyun! Kihyun!” you yelled, hoping he’d come soon.

“What?! Jesus why are you yelling?” he asked.

“He’s really the one in the dress!” you said, pointing to where you wanted him to look.

Standing by the front door, looking around, was Heechul.  Dressed as Elsa.

“No! I can’t believe he did that!” Kihyun said.

“Heechul!” you yelled, running up to him.

“Gotta say Y/n, I think I’m pulling off a dress much better than you.” he said as soon as you were within ear shot.

“I’m not even going to disagree with you! You look amazing! Come on, let me introduce you to our friends.” you said, dragging him along.

After you’d made your rounds with Heechul and Kihyun, Heechul fell into the group well.

But you still hadn’t seen Minghao yet.

“Ming Ming, are you in here?” you asked as you knocked on the bedroom door.

“Yeah.” you heard faintly.

“I’m coming in.” you said, not waiting for another reply.

Minghao was standing in the middle of his room, holding a baseball bat covered in barbed wire.

“I feel like an idiot.” he said, looking at himself in the mirror again. “I hate Halloween.”

“I can’t see you, so I can’t agree or not.” you joked.

You felt your heart jump slightly when he turned around.

He was wearing dark, fitted blue jeans. He had on a white shirt that was tight against his broad shoulders, and a black leather jacket.  His hair was slicked back and he held Lucille in his right hand.

It was a simple costume, but Minghao pulled it off well.

The moment he turned around, was the first time you’d felt something for him that could be interpreted as attraction.

It's not that you'd never noticed that Minghao was good looking, you noticed the first time he answered the door he was handsome.

But seeing him like this was different. It completely different. The hair, the clothes, it was all different.

“Aren't you going to say anything?” He asked you.

“Yes. I am. Once my brain figures out what it's thinking.” You said.

He just cocked his head to the side a little and laughed.

“You look good. Really good.” You said.

“See, usually that means I look like an idiot.” Minghao said.

“No. You don't look like an idiot. At all. Leather is good. Neegan was a good choice.” You said.

“Really? He asked, looking into your eyes.

You just nodded your head.

“Come out whenever you're ready.” You said before retreating quickly.

Once Minghao and that leather jacket were no longer in front of you, you could breathe easier.

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” Jooheon said when you walked into the kitchen.

“Huh? Is that what my face looks like? That's good.” You said.

“Damn dude, you look good in leather.” Jooheon said suddenly. You didn't need to turn around to know who he was talking to.

“Thanks. I think I'll wear it again. I bought it after all. Might as well get more than one use out of it.” Minghao said.

You made a mental note to go in his room tomorrow and burn that jacket.

{18}

[idolizerp]

[ LOADING INFORMATION ON MSG TRAINEE EUNJU…. ]

DETAILS

CURRENT AGE: 20 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 15  SKILL POINTS: 04 VOCAL | 03 DANCE | 03 RAP | 05 PERFORMANCE

INTERVIEW

her trainers poke and prod and evaluate her every other week, with keen eyes and a familiarity with every aspect of her existence that she both fears and admires, and realize that what you see is what you get. it’s not a bad thing.

she learns her greatest gift is her charisma. she’s a beagle: naturally funny and generally easy to like and get along with - infectious. she’s upbeat and relatable, hip to fan culture and aware of what it’s like to be someone cheering in a sea of thousands of others, so they figure she’ll be well-suited for fan service and variety shows, a natural at aegyo and quick-witted to boot amidst her whimsy and coltish inconsistency. making people happy makes her happy and her stubborn temperament makes her eager to succeed - a rascal with a fighting spirit and an unshakable optimism. she’s youthful and approachable, nerdy and boyish but also bashful and feminine; paradoxical in her lack of poise and natural grace. visually, she promises conceptual versatility, but is generally consistent in her brightness during performances.

off-stage, they fear that her weakness is her sincerity, her reactions too authentic and raw, her emotions clear as day in any given situation. she can’t help but be herself and that’s dangerous. she practices, trains herself to be a closed book and only partially succeeds - she’ll do better, she tells herself, knowing all too well the backlash that idols get for breathing the wrong way in the public eye. she’s not quite poised and polite enough, perpetually the fifteen-year-old girl that walked through the doors those years ago. her parents warn her early on not to give too much of herself away.

it’s hard to look at herself critically, the way other people might interpret her; her only fear is coming off the wrong way.

BIOGRAPHY

one. she grows up in downtown buk-gu, gwangju, the first and only child born to a scrappy boy from seoul and a country girl who’d been born and raised in south jeolla. it’s fate, really, that brings them together or - rather, the fall semester at le cordon bleu, sookmyung academy. they fall in love over fine dining and the course of six months that are spent in bliss. they’re are engaged, young and dumb and expecting, before they graduate that same year. it’s fate.

she’s born a month early, just shy of the new year, frail as anything but loud. when the nurse checks her vitals, her dad sleeplessly jokes that she’d been sick of missing out on all the fun. her parents name her eunju and she falls in line as their pride and joy, a happy accident. oh eunju is a healthy baby, despite being premature, and save for a few allergies, her lungs are strong. she screams her way through infancy and comes out on the other side, spoiled rotten and utterly loved.

two. as a child, eunju thinks she’ll become a chef like her parents but they all quickly learn through trial and error that she’s much better with crayons and paper than she is with sharp knives and fire. she creates, with a passion matched only by her restlessness, shaky masterpieces that hang proudly on the entrance walls of her family’s restaurant. her grandma commissions paintings for pocket change and eunju glows, validated. she’s young but she flourishes, already a glutton for praise.

she’s raised on sunny summer afternoons shooting baskets with her older cousins, getting hoisted up on her dad’s shoulders to dunk balls into the ten foot hoop that had once upon a time seemed so impossibly high up while her mother and aunties titter over buckets of kimchi - red paste up to their elbows as they call her back inside to help with dinner; cold winters spent at the ice rink that quickly turn into every-other-week days where she gets lost in the sound of her skates on ice weaving through the candied beats of the stale pop music that plays on the speakers overhead. she sings along, remembers hearing stories about her aunt’s failed attempts at getting picked up by agencies in seoul in her prime. she boasts with little modesty that she’d been too much: too big, too loud, too imperfect to make it in a world like that. she’s proud of it, her failure. eunju thinks she suits nursing better anyway.

still, she watches music shows and buys merch and watches the idols glow and wonders what it’s like, mostly wonders what it’d be like to lock eyes with kim heechul.

three. things have a funny way of working out. it happens at a convention.

aside from being talented chefs, her parents have a passion for fan culture that eunju inherits. for her father, it’s his extensive collection of old foreign funk records, groups like the condors and the spinners that served as the soundtrack to her upbringing alongside the likes of kim nam mi and min hae-kyung; for her mother, it’s an extensive knowledge of male actors in dramas that eunju’s never even heard of. for eunju, it’s idols - and anime. she goes to fan meetings and cries over new hair colors and comebacks and learns the lyrics to ensemble anime openings, cosplays and does covers at school talent shows with little shame.

by now, she’s taken her passion for art and honed it into making fan content for the internet. she posts her tablet drawings and animations on tumblr, twitter and youtube under the pseudonym jubean_17 and gains a modest following for it, basks in the praise of strangers and builds a portfolio. her hard work comes to a head when she gets a table in the artist alley of an upcoming convention. she accepts the opportunity with the mindset that it’d look good on college applications; her eyes are set on seoul national university. (it’s a longshot.)

still, she’s anxious. eunju had made it a point to maintain her anonymity online, save voice acting in some of her original mini-projects, not just to keep her content as the focal point of her social media activities but to shield herself from the negativity that comes with having a public presence regardless of how small and to hopefully avoid the prying judgmental eyes of her schoolmates. she’s a young and insecure fifteen year old - and despite her ambition to make a living doing what she loves, she’s hesitant to put a face to the art. she’s personable but she’s shy and she frets over making conversation with strangers the entire trip.

regardless, the convention happens without any real hiccups. her best friend tags along for moral support and her mom comes along as a chaperone, hesitant to let her teenage daughter take a trip into the big city for the weekend on her own, and she does alright. they decide to celebrate a job well done with beef and it’s on the way to the restaurant that she’s scouted by a company recruiter.

eunju auditions with her friend on a whim when the convention comes to a close, waits in line for hours just to see if they could even make it. they do. it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. things change.

four. she’s sure belting songs in the car with her friends and learning the dances from popular kpop groups doesn’t count as experience and it shows in the way she performs in her early days as a trainee. she’s sloppy and unrefined, a pretty face with pretty eyes and a personality with little else in the way of actual indisputable talent. her nights are spent with tireless rehearsals spent to catch up with her peers, she cries her eyes out but pushes forward determined to prove that she was worth the opportunity despite not working toward it her entire life. years on, she tries to find a balance but art takes a spot on the backburner while she works to become a better, more marketable version of herself, though she tries to maintain her abilities. it’s nice when she finds the time for both.

she wonders if it’s worth it.

the friend she’d come into the company with has long since parted ways, not fit for the critical evaluations, the diets, the deconstruction of old habits. it becomes expensive in more ways than one and eunju has to ask herself why she’s doing it all. life changes, she grows up quickly but hardly at all. it’s worse than she’d thought it’d be, but not impossible. she wonders a lot, but mostly if her stubbornness is the only thing keeping her here or, naively, if it’s fate. she wonders but then she gets her answer when she sings and dances and gets nods of approval when she shows growth, potential to be more than a sub member. her confidence grows with every bound she leaps and she’s learned by now how to make them like her. she’s mostly herself.

better, she loves who she’s becoming.