Realistic or Modern [ic] Yours Truly + ᵏᵖᵒᵖ ᵍʳᵒᵘᵖ

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Welcome!

hello~ welcome to yours truly. we have nine, male idols ready to steal your heart ♥

[this is a reboot of 4U]

> respect each other
> there are nine spots available
> not first come first serve
> at least one paragraph per post
> lmk if you're leaving
> realistic faceclaims

idols

jae po + leader/vocal

han-sol + main vocal/sub-vocal

jisung + main dancer/vocal

jae-joon+ maknae/lead rapper

jiao-long + visual/lead vocalist

song-gi + lead dancer/rapper

min cheol + main rapper

mu-yeol + sub-vocal/center

hyeseong + vocal/face of the group

Plot

Originating from Blank Entertainment, Yours Truly is an all-male, nine-member group. Although the group debuted only a few months ago, the idea of the group had been created long before that. Blank entertainment has been working on a nine-member male group for years. It was unknown whether the group would debut as the company was struggling to decide which trainees to put in the group. After deciding on the trainees, project Yours Truly was put into motion. The group wasn't officially announced to debut for another year, as it unexpectedly took a lot longer for preparation. This long limbo type period allowed the eight boys to become closer.

Since the group is in the early stages of idol-hood, they live in a one-room apartment provided to them by their company. They sleep on mats and follow a tough diet. Of course, with neighbors, they have to be respectful; no yelling, no smoking, nothing that will cause a disturbance. If neighbors complain enough, their company has a right to take action. Depending on the severity their contracts could be terminated.

Each day seems to be filled with more paparazzi and fans. There's always a new interview and show they have to appear on. The group will face support and love as well as controversy and backlash.

Can the nine boy's handle being idols?

Your Truly's daily schedule
4am - 7am: Training
7am - 9am: Breakfast
9am - 1pm: promting activities (shows, interviews, photo shoots, fan meetings)
1pm - 3:30pm: Lunch
3:30pm - 5pm: Mv/music stuff
5pm - 6:30pm: Dinner
6:30pm - 9:30pm: Fan related things or training

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The late fall temperature seeped into the thin walls of the cheap apartment. Usually, cold mornings were comforting and sweet, if you were covered in a thick blanket and in a home with decent heating, which he had neither of. His feet felt colder than the rest of him and a sharp pain in his back made deep sighs hurt. Even his eyes stung from the lack of sleep. Mornings like these turned him off of the idol life, but he usually shut himself down because he felt he was being nitpicky.

But there were more pros than cons to being an idol, or so he thought.

Jae Po’s large hands patted around his little mat until he felt the cold rectangle next to his head. Out of habit, he always left his phone on the right side of his pillow. It was easy to access and allowed him to grab it in case of an emergency. He brought the device and watched the screen lit up, forcing him to squint his dark eyes as he attempted to read the time.

2:48AM

Disappointment filled him and frown fell over his face. He was hoping he’d be able to fall back asleep for a little bit. It felt wrong being up so early, with crickets still playing their irritating violins, and the moon still raised high in the sky. The sun wasn't even close to peaking over the horizon. Although they had been doing this routine for well over a month, it still felt unfamiliar.

With the group’s current schedule, they had a little over an hour and a half before they had to be at some variety show, which their lovely manager neglected to tell them about in advance. The change in their usual schedule was interesting. In some ways, it bothered him and slowly picked away at his stress barrier. However, it was small enough that he felt some inner harmony.

As he laid there, staring into the dark abyss, he noticed something weighing down on his chest and restricting his movements. He blinked in confusion and angled his phone down to use the dim screen as a light. The sight of Han-sol, which usually made him happy, startled him. The dull light of the phone played tricks with Jae Po’s eyes, and he quickly dropped his phone out of shock. A millisecond passed, and he cringed internally as the phone hit the sleeping male’s head.

“Ah, geez,” He whispered as he placed his hand over the crown of Han-sol’s head as if it would erase the previous mistake. “He won’t wake up,” He thought to himself. But, deep down, he knew he most likely would stir and open his eyes.

The elder knew everyone in the little apartment needed to wake up soon, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull them from their dreams. Only a few more minutes, and everyone would be wide awake. For now, everyone was in a state of peace and it was quiet and pleasant. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how much longer he could stay laying in that position. His back was killing him, and he was feeling the urge to stretch. Just a little while longer before he’d get up; just a little while longer before the alarm would blast.

ooc: bling bling, idk. yee, they have an alarm clock. so feel free to add that in your post or even have them wake up before that. maybe they've been up this whole time or they're in the bathroom :000 idk

tags: Stellar Nursery starrymoment kouzcy Waraeru southside. hwayi Garnet chamomile

/ Bing Jae Po /

 

[kouzcy]

Jae-Joon had woken up to the sound of his alarm clock. Wait. The annoying sound of his alarm clock. The beeping that just seemed like it wouldn't come to a close. He had tried to find the snooze button with his eyes closed, yet he couldn't, so he was forced to open his eyes and look around his small room to find the grey snooze button on his small alarm clock. He groaned out and he whispered something under his breath, most likely a curse.
As he finally managed to turn the beeping off, he laid back on his pillow, and he looked up at the ceiling. He had really wanted to buy some stars to go on his ceiling. The glow in the dark ones that he used to have when he was a kid. He loved those stars. A lot. He didn't know why, they just made his room seem a little bit more lively, and they were always calming to look at when he found the time to actually look at them. He tried to get back in a comfortable place in his bed, and this resulted in a whole lot of tossing and turning and moving his pillow around. When he finally moved his pillow to a good place, he heard something drop on the floor. He was quick to look over to see what had dropped, and he smiled happily, a smile that could probably illuminate the dark room.

"Tteokbokki.." He said as he reached over the mattress and he grabbed the bag of sweet and spicy crackers, and he made sure his door was closed so he didn't have an even better chance of waking up one of his members, if their alarm clock wasn't already going off. He looked around his room for a moment, and he put his fingers on either side of the bag, slowly opening it up, and making a whole lot of noise as he did so. He knew he was only supposed to eat healthy, but the crackers that were under his pillow was basically a gift from heaven. He had to have them back there for a reason..! He let the spicy smell of the rice crackers fill the air, and he spread a smile over his face, licking his lip slightly as he looked at his door before digging in. He took only one at first, and then he started eating more and more until the bag was half empty. He had been eating healthy for so long, he almost forgot how the crackers tasted.. He could audibly moan at how they tasted if he really wanted to.

With a mouth full of crackers, he looked around his room suspiciously, and he lifted an eyebrow. He then begun to sneak over to his backpack like this was some type of Pink Panther movie, and he started chewing on the spicy crackers that were already in his mouth.

He grabbed his backpack and he rummaged through it, pulling out the three subject notebook he's had since he was a kid in the fifth grade, which he wrote poems in, that were soon to become raps, if he could negotiate with the rest of the members about it..

He opened up to the next clean page as soon as he got onto his bed, well.. Not really clean because he had gotten Tteokbokki dust all on the paper, but he could really care less about that. He groaned as he then remembered he didn't bring a pencil with him. He then went through the drawer that was beside his mattress, and he grabbed a pencil. It was dull, but it will work. He took a deep breath before thinking. What could he write about that he hasn't written about yet? The glow in the dark stars he wanted to get? He could probably turn it into a deeper meaning but he was pretty sure he couldn't even do that. So as for now, he started writing down ideas..

joonie!

friendship, freedom, honesty, trust, and understanding.
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JISUNG!

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It was too early in the morning. Jisung didn't know a lot of things in life, but he knew in that moment, it was way too early for one to be awake. As a trainee, he pulled his fair share of all-nighters or staying up super late to practice, but that was because he was still a trainee. Before, he had to compete against other suitable dancers and prove himself as a worthy member the team, but he's a debuted idol now, so why did it feel like nothing has changed? A large part of him wanted to roll over and go right back to sleep, ignoring all his future responsibilities, but a smaller, more rational side of him reminded him that they actually had stuff to do soon, which means no sleeping in or relaxation for any of the members any time soon. Reaching over, Jisung grabbed his small phone from the floor next to him and checked the time.

2:52 am

Jisung muffled a deep sigh into his pillow and forced himself into an upright position. His brain was screaming at him to lay back down or, better yet, snuggle up next to a sleeping body on the nearest mat, but instead he quietly slipped the sheets off his frame and made his way towards the closet, so he could get some clothes for a shower. It was definitely a struggle trying to maneuver himself over eight seemingly sleeping bodies, but Jisung did his absolute best, not wanting to disturb anyone just yet. Of course, nothing ever worked out as planned for the tired boy, and he quickly found himself bumping into just about every form that was in his way.

"Sorry," He repeated over and over, whispering softly, hoping that the others would be so deep in sleep that they wouldn't even notice they were getting practically trampled on.

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[southside.]

Sun Song-Gi

STATS + LOCATION

mood: irritated
location: bedroom/living area?
tags: kouzcy

Song-gi was snoring away peacefully after previously having stayed up late working. As uncomfortable as their current living situation was, he found that the mats were the least of his worries. Of course, they weren't the best conditions, but he soon realized that this was better than not getting any sleep at all. There were many nights when he'd be close to pulling an all-nighter and would often wonder if he would be able to last the following day. He looked forward to those nights when he could sleep long enough to remember the dream he had while sleeping.

This sweet feeling of rest was abruptly ruined and soon replaced with the feeling of pressure on his leg. His eyes shot open, but soon felt heavy as they began to close. He groaned and turned to the side, obnoxiously raising his free arm in the air just to let it fall down onto the person next to him. Not long after did he hear a familiar, blaring beeping sound that he heard much too often. His eyebrows furrowed as he used his upper-body strength to push himself upright, hunched over and groggy.

"Ah, seriously," he whined. He roughly rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times before he felt awake enough to process his surroundings. He heard the crinkling of some sort of snack wrapper followed by some crunching sounds and looked around to find the source. "Yah, if you're eating snacks at least share with the rest of us!" he barked.

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3:00 AM | doesn't want to wake up
mentioned song-gi, jae po, han-sol

Hyeseong could hear them. Life, beyond what the mat he slept in could provide. It's odd that he could feel when someone else is awake, he sort of stirs and knows that one of his members was staring up onto their low ceiling.

Other times the rustling clothes and shuffling footsteps give them away. And this sets up the inevitable chain reaction that will end up with him waking up. But there's always unknown variables.

Today, that variable is Song-gi's hand falling down on his chest taking a wind out of him. Hyeseong snaked out his hand from underneath his sheets and held it briefly, intertwining the tips of their fingers.

Song-gi escaped and he let him, as the signs showed themselves. He couldn't catch what he said until what came next made his eyes shot wide open, "Yah, if you're eating snacks at least share with the rest of us!"

The match was lit. Either Jae Po or Hansolie would chatise the culprit (they're all dieting, how unfair). The lights would turn on soon and before he knew it someone would be on his case.

Hyesong tugged on his blanket and pulled it over his head as he rolled into a more comfortable position. Maybe if he breathed harder, the carbon dioxide would put him in a coma strong enough that he would skip their current schedule but resurrect in time for lunch.

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[hwayi]

REMY​

status: groggy but upbeat

He could hear the distant cluster of alarms overlapping. One was an annoying series of beeps and another one was a catchy rock riff with obnoxiously loud Japanese words over it. It took a few seconds for Remy to register that the eardrum-blasting J-rock was his alarm in action. Letting out a whimper, he kicked his blanket away with obvious frustration. He fluttered his eyes open only to be met with a bright light emitting from his phone. The boy immediately hissed like a cat and turned away from the light. He tried to close the alarm away by randomly touching the screen while having his eyes closed. He screeched back at the phone in hopes of it stopping the tune. Realizing that it didn't work, he opened his eyes narrowly and slid his finger over the X icon.


Silence. Remy had been freed. Sitting up, the boy placed his palm on his forehead and rubbed his face. His nose was stuffy and his head felt heavy. The mornings were not nice or gentle to him. Was it even morning? Judging from the faces of other members, no, it was not. Judging from what was happening outside the window, no, it was not. The boy could hear the voices of the other members, but his brain still didn't quite understand what they were talking about. But the moment he heard the rustle of a package, he could suddenly hear everything.


"Tteokbokki," he repeated, his lips forming a tired pout. He extended his hand towards the sound, before taking it back immediately like he just touched something too hot. He hated dieting more than anything but he couldn't slip now. Sun Song-Gi was barking about something, as always. If someone would rebel against the company and its dieting rules, it would be him. Remy kind of admired that, kind of hated it occasionally. Standing up groggily, he stretched his hands towards the ceiling. His back made a loud crack and he could finally stand straight in peace.


Turning towards the sleeping members, he placed his feet where Hyeseong's side would approximately be and tried to shake him awake. Once he had gotten the fun out of that, he turned towards his own cluster of stuff near one of the corners. The boy was softly beatboxing as he was rummaging through his stuff. Usually, he'd wake up and immediately write in his diary about what he saw in his dreams. He couldn't remember his dream anymore, even if he just woke up. Giving up on that, he looked for some clothes to change to. ​

 

[kouzcy]

Jae-Joon wrote down a bunch of ideas for poems that he wished to make, and it wasn't long before he heard, 'If you're eating snacks at least share with the rest of us!' He looked over at where it came from, Song-gi. Jae-Joon didn't sleep on the bed, he slept on the left side of the bed, usually facing the door because in the night he didn't really like or want anybody bothering him. Yet, he was probably bothering a whole lot of people with him eating his crackers.

He peeked his head over the bed, and he looked at Song-gi, and he lifted an eyebrow before saying something. "Sure." He said, gripping the bag tightly as he got onto the bed, and he crawled on almost everybody's legs who was sleeping on the bed, and he whispered a whole bunch of apologies, before he got to the other side of the bed, where Song-gi was sleeping, or laying down, and he looked at him, his bright eyes staring up at him. "Here you go. They're sweet and spicy crackers, I think you'll like them. Give Hyeseong some too. I think he'll like them." He whispered as he gave a smile, and he dropped the red, sweet and spicy crackers on the blanket he was sleeping on, and it wasn't long before he disappeared back to his side of the bed. He sat down again and he just kept on writing, He turned over to look at Xiang. "You want some..?" He asked softly and there were a couple more crackers in between the two, hoping he didn't roll on them and crush them. He shook him a little bit and he waited for him to wake up..
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joonie!

friendship, freedom, honesty, trust, and understanding.
✰

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[div class=basics][div class=scroll]Muyeol had fallen asleep with knees tucked into his chest, arms rested limply in front of him and had woken up in the same position. It had been a cold night and at the first dredges of conciousness, Muyeol found himself regretting the thin sweater he had worn for the night.

Sending a silent prayer to the higher powers of timetable management to god, please give him nap time, Muyeol kicked off his blanket and unwound himself from the tight ball of warmth that was his limbs. He paid only a passing thought to the crunch of packaged tteok-bokki and the cacophony of alarms going off in canon. He wasn't nearly awake enough to process any of it. Right now his only concern was doing something about this dry throat.

With eyes half-lidded and a dazed grimace, Muyeol pushed himself to his feet and stretched skywards. His joints popped as cold air hit his stomach where his sweater had hiked up. He shivered. Muyeol wasn't a morning person necessarily but has taught himself how to wake up promptly, regardless of sleep time. Because when push came to shove he'd rather be tired than late because the line to the toilet was 8 members long.

He muttered a 'good morning' for anyone conscious enough to hear it and surveyed the room. "Jesus Christ." He said to himself at the sight of Jae-joon traversing the bed (or mat, rather) determinately to deliver his crackers. The morning hustle, he supposed.

As it was decidedly none of his business, Muyeol turned away and began carefully stepping between limbs, making his way to the kitchen where he planned to drink a large cup of water and put the kettle on for tea.

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[Waraeru]

♣ — X I A N G xJ I A O - L O N G ！ xxxxxxx
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// ''location apartment's bedroom ''⋅'' role lead vocal, visual ''⋅'''' faceclaim！''⋅'' tagsx kouzcy @ everyone

indent Contrary to his usually strict regime of waking up at the crack of dawn, Jiao-Long was feeling particularly scandalous today, instead choosing to sleep in for as long as possible. Usually, he was the one to wake up earlier than most, and often generate a cacophony whilst doing so. Whilst not the worst possible conditions to sleep in, the bedroom was far from luxurious. Admittedly, Jiao had struggled with sleeping in the room, perhaps being why he commonly woke up early. The chill that seemed to emanate from the walls was not enough to be bone-chilling, yet sufficed in being uncomfortable, especially considering the thinness of the blankets. Even the mattresses - a term he used loosely - seemed to feel paper thin when laying on them.
Nevertheless, perhaps because his sleep schedule had recently been so inconsistent and, quite frankly, damaged due to the intense requirements of being an idol, Jiao had decided to at least make an attempt to stay asleep for as long as he could, in a gambit to recharge himself a little. Somehow, he had managed to be spared from the tendrils of consciousness despite the uproar of alarms sounding in the room. Well, that was until Jae-Joon decided to begin lightly prodding him, asking to feed him crackers.
Begrudgingly, Jiao managed to pry one of his eyes open to squint up at the shadowy figure of Jae-Joon hovering above his head. He scrunched his nose up and furrowed his eyebrows, trying to catch a scent of the generously seasoned crackers.
"Did you just interrupt my vital beauty sleep to question me over whether or not I would like a measly cracker?" He asked, with mock irritation. "Because you were absolutely correct, I would love some tteokbokki."
Jiao was able to haul himself up into an upright position with a light groan, his back audibly cracking and popping as he stretched his arms upwards. He rummaged around in the darkness for a sign of the sweet and spicy crackers, probably hitting Jae-Joon's leg at least half a dozen times and apologizing profusely each time. Upon finding them locating them, he popped one into his mouth and bit down, the crunch feeling a lot louder in the dark than it might of in the light.
"Tha- nk you." He managed to mutter in between bites, covering his mouth with his hand as he spoke, careful as to not spit particles of cracker everywhere.
He popped another into his mouth, relishing the flavour. He was a great fan of spiced food, and appreciated how these specific crackers were able to combine elements of both savoury and sweet. Even if they weren't supposed to be eating them.
"Is everyone awake yet?" He enquired to no one in general. "I can't see that well in here-"


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Yoo Han-sol

[div class=scroll]Han-sol's morning began with a dull pain flooding his temple. When he felt a warm hand place itself on top of his head, he groggily opened his eyes, only to meet with a newly awakened Jae Po. "Oh, hyung. Good morning." He mumbled sleepily, before throwing his head back onto the older boy's chest. Han-sol knew that the only thing keeping him from the freezing cold was Jae po's body heat, and so was rather reluctant to let go.
He considered going back to sleep. But at that moment, as if it was punishing him for having such a thought, the sound of the alarm clock cut through the silence like a knife. Han-sol cringed at the noise. It was time to get up.
First he lifted his head, followed by his arms, and finally his legs and torso. His aching limbs screamed at him to lie back down. Dance practice always left Han-sol sore, and usually bruised. Now that he was separated from Jae Po, the cold became apparent to him. He wondered how much it would cost to buy a space heater... Probably more than he could afford.
Han-sol made his way across the room and turned on the lights. This naturally brought to light the fact that Jae-joon, Song-gi, and Jiao-long were eating tteokbokki. At 3 in the morning. Maybe he was just being sentimental, but seeing the three of them sneaking snacks in the dark was pitiful. As much as he wanted the kids to be eating well, they had to diet.
Han-sol tackled the boys to the ground, before wrapping his arms around Jiao and snatching away the tteokbokki. "I know you're hungry, but don't eat this junk, okay? I'll make you guys something tasty for breakfast."

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[kouzcy]

The maknae had thought he was bothering everyone so early in the morning, even though they had usually woken up at this time anyways. He had heard Mu-yeol groan and seem to get a little irritated with him accidentally trampling his legs when he had navigated his way on the bed in the dark room. He looked at Jiao as he seemed to scold him too, yet he didn't really realize that he was being sarcastic until he finished his sentence.

"Mm, it's on the blanket." He said gesturing to it, and he turned back over just a little bit before hearing Jiao's back audibly crack. He jumped a little bit and he peeked over his shoulder to look at him. He knew it was just from him staying in the same static position for a while, but he was still a little worried. "You okay?" He asked, not minding the crunch at all, because he's done it more than just one time.

He groaned when the lights were turned on, and he looked at Han-sol with wide eyes. He knew he was always one to take his snacks just when he was enjoying them. He tried to hide the bag, but he already knew that he saw them, and it wasn't long before they were snatched from his hands. He whined out and he looked up at Han-sol, bouncing up and down a little bit like a child in tantrum mode. "Han-soll.. Just let me get a couple more.." He said as he tried to pull the bag from his hands. He did hear about the bribe for breakfast, but he still wanted his tteokbokki.. Either that, or he'll find a way to get it from him later in the day, not like it was hard to find a bright red bag in one room they all basically lived in.

"Please?" He said, holding his hands out and refraining from trying to take the bag from him.
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[southside.]

Sun Song-Gi

STATS + LOCATION

mood: irritated
location: bedroom/living area?
tags: kouzcy Stellar Nursery chamomile

Song-gi simply sat and listened as the bags of crackers dropped someplace by him. He nodded in response and answered in a monotone voice, "Thanks." He used his hands to maneuver around him in order to find the spicy snack. Jackpot. He grabbed a bag for himself and opened it up, taking a piece and popping it into his mouth before grabbing the other to hand to the man by his side.

Looking at him, he seemed uncomfortable, but he couldn't quite tell if he was asleep or not. He started with a simple nudge, "Hyeseong." Being the impatient person he was, he didn't want to wait for him to get up and compose himself. "Tteokbokki," he said plainly as he pointed towards the snack and dropped it by where he assumed his head was.

"Alright, after this I'm not touching any junk-food for as long as I must," he chastised himself as he continued munching on what was essentially one of the many "forbidden fruits" of their company. Unfortunately, he was being too easy on himself, and the only reason he realized this was because he was soon being violently pursued by Han-sol. He let out a pained yell and struggled to push him off of him.

"Ah, why did you have to do that? I would've responded to a verbal warning!" he exploded. Knowing him, that definitely wouldn't be the case; Both he and Han-sol knew that all too well. He rolled over to the side and out of the way and stood up. "You better keep your word," he grumbled before storming off to the kitchen.

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indent Initially, Jiao-Long didn't understand what Jae-Joon was referencing when asking him if he was okay. Hadn't Jae-Joon just gifted him with food? Why on Earth wouldn't he be okay? After several moments had passed, however, Jiao had eventually realized that Jae-Joon was referencing the possibly concerning popping noises that Jiao stretching out had generated.
"Oh, no, I'm fine." He replied quietly, perhaps a little sheepish that it had taken him a couple of seconds to understand what his friend had meant. "These mats are just a little unforgiving, is all."
Jiao sat in silence for a moment, staring into the neverending nothingness that the darkness had so kindly provided. What was the time? In all honesty, it would have been easy for Jiao-Long to simply check his phone but, quite frankly, he didn't want the searing LED screen to hurt his eyes. He shivered slightly, drawing the thin blanket tighter around his body, before popping yet another cracker into his mouth. Somewhere across from him in the dark, he heard Song-gi's irritated growl of a voice and briefly tuned into his conversation, before a dark silhouette making their way across the room caught his attention.
"Jae-Po hyung?" He guessed, incorrectly, before shrieking and flying backward, desperately trying to shield himself from the vicious, dazzling lights attacking his retinas. Jiao had now wrapped his blanket around his head as a method of protection, blindly grasping out around him, attempting to identify his surroundings.
Not only had the lights attacked him, but Han-Sol had also joined the fray, pouncing on them and snatching away the tteokbokki. Jiao cried out again, desperately attempting to swat away the arms that had wrapped themselves around Jiao's torso.
"Han-Sol, is that you? These feel like your arms-" He said, whilst vigourously squirming around, trying to escape. His methods included trying to roll away, but all attempts he made ultimately proved to be futile. Eventually, he gave up, succumbing to stillness.
"Ah, Han-Sol, your arms are so welcoming and strong from all that laborious cooking you do." Jiao swooned, attempting to look around at him, despite still wearing his blanket wrapped around his head. He grunted, trying to slip away once again, with the blanket swaddling his face unraveling. Jiao had almost succeeded but had been foiled by the strength of he fellow member's grip. Instead, a change in tactics had dawned on him. Jiao had at least managed to rotate his body, grabbing hold of Han-Sol and pretended he now had control of the situation, holding him as tightly as possible.
"I'm not going to let go until you take me to the kitchen and we can make breakfast together." He said, his voice muffled from where he was speaking into Han-Sol's shoulder.

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[pasta]

Everything happened so quickly; before he knew it, Song-gi’s tired voice was booming through the tiny apartment. Couldn’t he just wait a little longer? At least save the yelling for when everyone was still conscious. But, he supposed nothing could prevent the tall man’s boiling anger. The peace and quiet were destroyed by some snack culprit.

A frown appeared on his face as he felt Han-sol detach from him and cold air replaced his spot. Slowly he sat up before turning from side to side, letting his pained back crack. He watched figures in the dark frantically move around for a few moments, which he assumed Han-sol was snatching away the chips.

He chuckled lightly as he listened to the backlash Han-sol got. They were that desperate of some tteokbokki-flavored snack that wasn’t even that good? In some ways, he felt guilty for wanting to prevent them from eating junk, but they shouldn’t go against their diet. “Jae-joon, don’t try to guilt trip him,” He muttered to the maknae as he stood up. “You’re not having any more.”

He blinked at the abrupt outburst from Song-gi, which only made him tilt on his head in confusion. At the beginning of living together, he found his disturbance startling and awkward, but now, he turned a blind eye to them; unless the explosion occurred in a public situation. Sighing, he stumbled over to Han-sol and patted his shoulder to show assurance. He could barely make out someone clinging to him, but he felt he better not mess with that. He stepped around the few remaining members; he was pretty sure he stepped over a finger or two, but he was too tired to notice. It wasn’t as bad as when one of the accidentally stepped on his chest one morning.

The leader listened as the floorboards moaned from his flat feet as he pushed past the ugly, blue curtain to reach the suffocating kitchen. He noticed Mu-yeol and smiled sleepily. “Ah, good morning,” He greeted before moving past him to get into the fridge. He stared at the shelves and reached for a Greek yogurt cup. As much as he enjoyed a nice breakfast, he wanted to get something quick and easy. He was planning on snatching the bathroom when everyone was munching on breakfast.

He shut the fridge door before sliding over the oak floor to the silverware drawer.


ooc: idk, don't guilt trip guys

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~3:00 AM | what is breakfast?
interaction in kitchen

There's a faint voice revebrating below the underground. It rumbled, a nudge on his shoulder and he buried himself deeper down.

Song-gi's voice, "Hyeseong."

His name, without the '-hyung' attached (he's too tired to correct him and he usually wouldn't fight back anyway).

"Tteokbokki." Snacks, chips, spicy. A light tap on his head. He paused and shaked what he assumed was a piece off, it scraped as it tumbled down the side of his face.

They're all too awake, too comfortable. They're all eating. This situation is escalating and firm steps confirmed his fears as it made its way to the far side of the room. The heavens pierced the underground and he braced for impact. A chorus of complaints erupted.

"No!" Hyeseong whined, almost with unintentional aegyo— could he cringe his members away? He scrambled, layering his blanket to dampen out the brightness. There's a loud crunch— the chip, wherever it was, died— he'd have to clean that later and pray ants weren't going to set out an army.

Pink was filtered inside through his thin sheets and he sighed at the sight, moving his eyeballs side to side as if anyone could see the motion while he listened in.

To ignore or wait until someone nags him? At this point, he's better off sleeping in the car.

Hyeseong rose like a corpse from its grave as he composed his brain. He whined a little more to himself in a nonsensical language of blubbers before standing up, folding his mat and throwing whatever's left of the snack into his mouth. Joining Jae Po, Muyeol and whoever that other person is in the kitchen.

"Morning," he greeted, walking through the curtain.

Apple, in the fridge. Cutting board. Knife. Where's the knife? There's the knife.

He held it up and looked at it quizzically. Right, cut the apple.

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[starrymoment]

JISUNG!

*__*

Jisung was lucky he made it to the bathroom just in time to miss the morning scuffle. Admittedly, he had already heard Jae-Joon fumbling around with his snack bag, but he was in no mood to eat or to deal with the other members' eventual scolding this early in the morning. From the bathroom, he could hear some voices drifting around, along with the sound of feet pattering against the floorboards, but he paid no mind to it and proceeded with his morning routine. Jisung cared just as much about his appearance as anyone else did, which is why he spent a moderate amount of time in the bathroom, enough to shower and freshen himself up for the day. He knew that they had a schedule later on, but he didn't know exactly where they were headed, so the only thing he applied to his face was some moisturizing cream. Hopefully, their leader could fill him in on their future destination before they were ready to leave.

Jisung was done in the bathroom by the time he heard movement in the kitchen, so he made his way over there, silently praying that someone had already coked or was in the process of making something for them all to eat. He liked to cook, but again, it was much too early in the morning for that sort of thing. He was greeted with the sight of his hyungs who seemed to only want a light breakfast. Jae Po had a yogurt, and Hyeseong was holding an apple, although it looked as if he had no idea what to do with it.

"Morning hyungs," Jisung greeted, wearily eyeing Hyeseong and his knife.

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[hwayi]

REMY​

status: annoying the members

"I to the H to the A to the T to the E! Our, manager, sunbae-niiiim," he rapped under his breath as he changed his clothes to something comfy. Of course he didn't actually hate their manager, it was just that he hated dieting and authority. Min-Cheol had been smart, or dumb enough to shower in the middle of the night. He had a habit of waking up throughout the night. It had been like that for years now, starting when he was a trainee. He didn't need much sleep to function, but it wasn't nice to roll around at 2 AM, trying to catch some shuteye before the alarm shenanigans started again.

He switched the light on in their bedroom...matroom and looked for his precious skincare products. Rummaging through his little bag, he finally found what he needed. He felt quite feminine, being forced by the make-up artists to use heavy make-up and follow a strict routine. Well, at least he looked good. He'd have to toss his need to be overtly masculine away for the sake of his fans and fellow members.

He tapped all kinds of lotions on his face. Min-Cheol was already seeing improvement in his skin. It was dewy and glowing. He felt a sense of pride over something as stupid as just skin. When he was ready, the young man walked to the kitchen where everyone was. Min-Cheol still felt a bit awkward around some of them. They were all so quiet. Then again he had no say in that. He was one of the quiet boys too. He preferred to listen when others talked. Lately, he had been trying to get closer to the members, acting much more friendly and upbeat. It was outside of his comfort zone, but he didn't want to just stay as business partners with them. He wanted to be like a family.

He grabbed himself an orange and started peeling it. Min-Cheol hated heavy breakfasts but boy was it torture when night time came around. He loved to snack. Losing the privilege to do that really hurt his soul. Plopping a segment of the orange in his mouth, he hummed an annoying commercial tune and did a little dance to amuse the rather depressing-looking members.​

 

[kouzcy]

Jae-Joon groaned as Han-sol and Jiao were basically kicking and trying to figure out who was who under the covers. He was then greeted by his hyung, Jae-Po. He seemed to have respect for him, so he nodded quite quickly when he said he wasn't getting his snacks back. He knew how hard it was to maintain eight other members, and he didn't want to be a heavy weight on his shoulders. After a while of thinking of what he's done, he peeked up over the two, and he shuffled away from them, seeing the bathroom was open after he saw Min-Cheol step out and go past the curtain to the kitchen. He figured he would be the one to race in the bathroom and lock the door before anyone else had a chance to go in and wash their face and take a quick shower.

He almost jumped up from his seat on the floor, and he ran over to the bathroom like this was some type of great marathon. Once he was in the small room, he started rummaging around for his things, trying to find his toothbrush among all the others. His was purple and white and red, and he had started thinking about putting his name on it, because it was sometimes hard to spot. He took it out and he just took a toothpaste bottle, not really caring whose it was, and he turned on the water, and he began brushing his teeth. He looked at himself in the mirror as he did so, and he made sure he got all sides, because he needed his teeth to stay pearly white. After three minutes, if not more, of brushing, he spit out and he rinsed his mouth, before drying off his toothbrush and putting it back where it once was. 'Shower can wait until later, gotta have breakfast with the Hyungs.' He thought as he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up a little bit before leaving the bathroom.

He made his way to the kitchen to see almost everyone in the kitchen and he smiled as he waved, directed to everyone, "Good morning." He then tried to figure out what he could eat that wasn't snacks.. Yet eating way too many of those crackers made his stomach upset.

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joonie!

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✰

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Yoo Han-sol

[div class=scroll]Han-sol wasn't too surprised when Song-gi roughly pushed him off of him. "Okay, okay. Sor-ry." He decided to humour the idea that Song-gi would have listen to him if he'd used anything less than brute force. But his next words brought a beaming smile to Han-sol's face. "Of course I will! Look forward to your delicious breakfast!" He called after the boy, who had already stomped his way into the kitchen.
In the meantime, Han-sol had a hungry Jae-joon and a thrashing Jiao to deal with, although Hyeseong had managed to escape during the chaos. Jae-joon's whining was so cute that Han-sol almost gave in and returned the tteokbokki, until Jae Po appeared in order to chastise him. "As usual, Jae Po-hyung is the only one with any common sense." He stated loudly. Then he felt Jae Po's hand on his shoulder, and turned to smile at him.
Unfortunately, this gave Jiao the opening he needed to flip Han-sol over onto his back. He whined in pain. You wouldn't think such a skinny boy could be so strong, but the vice-like grip Han-sol was currently caught in said otherwise. "Mmkay, let's go make breakfast, but you have to let go first, I can't get up." He said while trying to peel Jiao off him. Eventually, he opted to just get up with him still attached. Han-sol dragged him to the kitchen– or at least he tried to. Jiao's height made it difficult for Han-sol to keep his balance, and he ended up stumbling in a zig-zag direction, although he eventually reached his destination.
In the kitchen he saw a lot of the members eating. "Everyone! You have room in your stomachs for some more food, right?" Announced Han-sol, making his way over the fridge and taking out some ingredients. "How about bacon and eggs?" He suggested to the group.

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[Waraeru]

♣ — X I A N G xJ I A O - L O N G ！ xxxxxxx
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// ''location bedroom → kitchen ''⋅'' role lead vocal, visual ''⋅'''' faceclaim！''⋅'' tagsx Stellar Nursery hwayi

indent Miraculously, Han-Sol had been able to rise to his feet, regardless of whether or not Jiao-Long was clinging to him or not. Jiao managed to stay suspended about a 3 above the floor, clinging to Han-Sol's torso for dear life. The issues came once Han-Sol had begun to move. Jiao's eyes widened as he felt Han-Sol's weight shift and he cried out in response.
"No no no, stop. Please let me get down, don't make me pay for my MISTAKES-"
Pitifully, Jiao lost the vice grip that he had tried so desperately to maintain, hitting the floor with a dull thud and a pained groan as all the air in his lungs was forced out by the impact. In all fairness, he thought, his fellow member's lack of good balance was the primary factor for Jiao hitting the floor, as opposed to him simply losing his grip.
Now, with one lonesome hand pathetically clinging on to Han-Sol's ankle, Jiao was dragged along the floor and into the kitchen, catching a mouthful of the bottom of the curtain separating the two rooms as he went. Despite falling on deaf ears, he continued to shout his pleas, before finally giving up, dejected. He disconnected from Han-Sol's leg and lay still for a moment, blankly staring up at the ceiling.
It was several moments before he rose to his feet, lightly dusting the dirt off of himself. Initially, he had planned to greet all the other members, yet couldn't help but gasp instead, when he saw such heresy being committed within the kitchen.
"Are you all EATING? Does the food we cook together mean NOTHING to any of you? How could you do this, I'm honestly so hurt right now-" He exclaimed, with a thick air of being overdramatic, raising a hand to his head as if it were going to help with the disbelief. "No, really, I think I may faint. Remy, pop another piece of that orange in your mouth and you will not enjoy the location it will end up in."
Whilst it was true he was joking, Jiao couldn't help but frown slightly. He knew that eating like this was the easiest and most time efficient way, especially considering the group's busy schedule. But all in all, he knew that without a proper meal in the morning, a lot of the members would feel completely drained after training. So, now in total dismay, he scoffed and shook his head, instead choosing to busy himself with collecting the utensils he needed to begin cooking. He rummaged through drawers for cutlery, and the cupboards for pots and pans, lightly humming to himself as he went, gliding around the kitchen as he prepared, occasionally squeezing his way past other members.
The kitchen was small.
In fact, the apartment was small.
They were still a new group, after all. With the increasing success they would hopefully earn, the better their lives as idols would become. And even then, there was nothing wrong with stemming from humble beginnings. Nonetheless, it was sometimes difficult to maneuver around the others and often made it a pain to cook when the kitchen was crowded, but Jiao had to manage, for the sake of his other members.

/ / word count - 539
/ / notes - yes come through chef gordon ramsey

 

[southside.]

Sun Song-Gi

STATS + LOCATION

mood: dull, tired
location: kitchen
tags: Stellar Nursery chamomile pasta

Once he pushed the curtain out of his way and made it to the kitchen, Song-gi was greeted by Mu-yeol getting a cup of water. He grimaced and audibly scoffed at the sight of him, not realizing how loud he was being. He opened the fridge door and looked inside for a hot minute before walking away disappointed by the lack of food choices. He grabbed a seat by the counter and sulked, hoping for Han-sol to swoop in and save the day.

When he saw the curtains shift, his eyes lit up only to see that it was their leader. He frowned and dropped his head on the counter and lazily watched as Jae-po grabbed the yogurt cup. Soon after came Hyeseong who grabbed an apple and a kitchen knife. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if he was thinking about what to do with said knife. Was he alright? He sat up a bit, "Uh, Hyeseong?"

Soon after, the person he had anticipated to arrive had come, but with an extra guest. What were they doing? He was even more surprised to see Han-sol acting so casually while this grown man was clinging to his torso. He raised an eyebrow as the man got up like it was nothing.

"I think everyone here needs some bacon and eggs," he sighed, already feeling his previous exhaustion catching up to him. Was it his previous outburst that had worn him out? Probably. Most definitely. Considering the mundane and calm atmosphere of the room, contrary to Han-sol and Jiao, it seems as though they used up all their energy in the bedroom area.

As he watched the group's visual walk around the kitchen, he wondered what their schedule was going to be for the day. Which prompted him to look towards their leader. "What are we doing today, Jae-hyung?" Funnily enough, he happened to be more accustomed to calling Jae-po "hyung" rather than Hyeseong, or Mu-yeol for that matter. There was an obvious reason as to why he wouldn't show respect to the latter, but he seemed used to speaking informally to Hyseong. Maybe it was their small age difference.

©southside

 

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time: ~3:00am
location: kitchen
mood: dazed and a little annoyed
interactions: Stellar Nursery

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[div class=basics][div class=scroll]Muyeol made quick work of the electric kettle before the kitchen could get too clustered. He stretched for the overhanding shelves and fumbled around for his ceramic teapot, the only coherent thought in his mind, a mantra of tea, tea, tea. As Muyeol wrapped his fingers around the handle, someone, who he presumed could only be Song-gi, scoffed. Also presumably, at Muyeol.

He paused, fingers still hovering over the top shelf, ready to turn right around and put in another word to the continuous argument between him and Song-gi. But words alluded him (all those but 'tea') and the moment was gone. He took down the pot silently and filed whatever that was for later thought, refusing to let it irritate him more than this god-awful morning already was. Jae-po, the miracle he is, managed to form a smile to go with his greeting, which Muyeol responded noncommittally with a 'morning, hyung..'. And thus set the trend for his greeting to every other newcomer to the kitchen.

The tea was brewing and Muyeol was drumming his fingers on the countertop, considering his breakfast options. Cornflakes? The milk tasted off last time, better not risk it. Fruit? He won't be eating until 7. He needs sustenance, not sugar. Muyeol was on the verge of giving up and settling with a muesli bar when Hansol popped his head through the curtain with his generous offer of a real meal. "Yes. Please, Hansol. Do you want tea? I'll give you my tea. Hell, I'll pay you."

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Jae Po peeled back the foil of the yogurt container and sunk his spoon into the food product. He watched as people walked into the kitchen and muttered a small ‘good morning.’ The tiny kitchen was beginning to get more filled as the early morning progressed, and it relieved him. With the little time they had left, he wanted people to get in and out of the bathroom as quickly as possible.

Almost everyone was selecting quick and easy food in replace of a warm, cooked meal. That was until Han-sol walked in with a Jiao-long dragging at the hip. A chuckle escaped him as Jiao-long scolded them for eating before “breakfast” was made. Instead of listening and dropping the yogurt, he scooped it up and put more into his mouth. "Sorry, I'm already full," He teased.

He glanced over at where they were going was brought up. “Uh, instead of going to training like we usually do, we’re going to appear on a show. But, our manager neglected to tell what it was about, but I heard it’s popular. It’ll give us a lot of recognition,” He paused for a moment. “Maybe it’ll get us out of this damn apartment,” He muttered under his breath for tossing the yogurt cup into the trash.

The eldest left the group in the kitchen to get ready in the bathroom, but not before picking out an outfit from their bedroom. His time in the bathroom would be limited, which in many ways bothered him. His thick curls wouldn’t be straightened or styled like they usually were. He would be fine with that if he knew the set had stylists. But, of course, their manager left him in the dark.

Jae Po shut the bathroom door before letting out a deep sigh. He glanced up from the many toothbrushes to the bathroom before gently reaching up to pull one of his curls down. It bounced back up, and he rolled his eyes. His fans had never gotten to see his messy curls before, usually, they were neatly styled. He wouldn’t let this bother him, he couldn’t. It wasn’t even that big of a deal. A lot of family members and friends thought they were charming and cute.

He put away his frustrated feelings and begun getting ready as quickly as possible. The clothes he chose were basic; his orange, turtleneck was a little too big, but not enough to be considered oversized and his pants were just plain skinny jeans. He was pretty sure the sweatshirt was a gift from a mother some Christmases ago. It was cute; over the right peck, three colorful, little flowers were embroidered into the fabric.

After freshening up his teeth, he left the bathroom and greeted the rest of the members in the kitchen. “The bathroom's free again,” He smiled.

ooc: idk i love chanyeol’s curly hair so whatever

tags: Stellar Nursery Waraeru

/ Bing Jae Po /

 

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Jae-Joon had looked through the fridge and the pantry, and the only thing he had gotten out was a carton of milk, and he poured him some in a glass. He figured he could just wait until breakfast was made by Han-sol, because his breakfast was worth waiting for. The male was such a good cook, and he wouldn't deny that. He heard Jiao with that fake little sadness in his voice and he rolled his eyes playfully as he took a swig of his milk. Milk was probably one of his favorite drinks other than soda and juice, things they weren't really supposed to be having because of all the sugar, and the dieting thing.. He didn't like the idea of it one bit.

He looked around and his eyes found their way to Han-sol and he nodded when he gave out the suggestion of what to eat for breakfast. "It sounds wonderful." He said softly and he hoped he had heard him, because all the other members really didn't seem to be acknowledging what he had asked. He then looked away and he patted his stomach, it growling and making noises from eating all those crackers which weren't good for him.. He then sat down at the kitchen table, and he sunk in his seat a little bit. He looked at all the other members and he just observed.. Something else that he liked doing. He gasped quietly as he jumped out of the stool-like chair, and he ran back to the room, almost bumping into Jae-Po as he did so. He managed to mutter out a small, "Sorry, hyung." As he passed by him. He rummaged through the blankets that were on the floor where he was sleeping at, and he saw the blue cover of his notebook. He thought he had lost it, and he took a deep breath as he held it rather tightly. He went over to his backpack and he put it back in there for safe keeping. He didn't know what he would do without that notebook.

After he knew his notebook was okay, he went back to the kitchen, and he sat down in the same chair he was once in. He smiled as he put his elbows on the table, admiring his fellow members.

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