junedingo
fly? yes. land? no.
Shortly after debut, or just prior to debut, a male kpop group is preparing for photos. My character is the main dancer with an amazing work ethic, but also a loud attention seeker who not so secretly dislikes and is jealous of your character (make them whatever you want!).
[shoot me a pm to start, i'll also hop onto discord if you send that!]
Hwan looked enviously at the other group members. For the photo shoot, everyone had a distinctive style, except for himself. Hwan knew that he couldn't ever compare to their main visual in the looks department, but at the very least Hwan liked to think he could let his personality shine through in the photos. This though, even with his aim for a very fun personality. . . such a horrible wardrobe, it felt like harassment. It was almost like the stylist had something against him.
Ah, actually. . . that could be true, Hwan realized as he considered their previous interaction. He'd switched some of the outfit last time without permission, and it had gotten the stylist in trouble. . . Hwan glanced over at the stylist, whose left eye seemed to twitch with annoyance when their gazes met. Hwan quickly averted his eyes, pretending he'd not noticed the obvious grudge held.
He looked back to the mirror, and grimaced at his clothes for the photoshoot. He looked like a character from kingdom hearts, what with the goofy hat, the abstract necklace, the awkward plume pants. His fingers clenched at his sides, instinctively wanting to pull at what he was wearing to be rid of what he considered a clown suit. Sure, Hwan knew he played up the 'funny guy' act for the camera, but this was so on the nose, he might as well be wearing a red clown nose just to complete the look. It didn't help that the array of yellows he was wearing completely clashed with his recently dyed red hair.
"I look like freaking Ronald McDonald. . ." Hwan muttered under his breath.
A snort startled him out of his petulant revere, making him look to the mirror's reflection. Oh fucking hell. Just over his shoulder, was his least favorite group member, holding a hand over their mouth but clearly smirking and trying to hold back their laughter. Anger, embarrassment, and a more mortifying and much deeper sense of inadequacy made Hwan's stomach clench in disgust. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to quell the immediate response that wanted to fling out of his mouth, and instead turned to face his group member, willing himself to plaster a confident smirk on his face.
"I mean, a sexy Ronald McDonald, amiright?" Even as the words were leaving his mouth, Hwan could almost feel the stupidity dripping from them. But, he couldn't back down now, not when he'd decided to go with it. He let out a chuckle as he shrugged his shoulders in a 'well what can you do?' kind of gesture.
[shoot me a pm to start, i'll also hop onto discord if you send that!]
Hwan looked enviously at the other group members. For the photo shoot, everyone had a distinctive style, except for himself. Hwan knew that he couldn't ever compare to their main visual in the looks department, but at the very least Hwan liked to think he could let his personality shine through in the photos. This though, even with his aim for a very fun personality. . . such a horrible wardrobe, it felt like harassment. It was almost like the stylist had something against him.
Ah, actually. . . that could be true, Hwan realized as he considered their previous interaction. He'd switched some of the outfit last time without permission, and it had gotten the stylist in trouble. . . Hwan glanced over at the stylist, whose left eye seemed to twitch with annoyance when their gazes met. Hwan quickly averted his eyes, pretending he'd not noticed the obvious grudge held.
He looked back to the mirror, and grimaced at his clothes for the photoshoot. He looked like a character from kingdom hearts, what with the goofy hat, the abstract necklace, the awkward plume pants. His fingers clenched at his sides, instinctively wanting to pull at what he was wearing to be rid of what he considered a clown suit. Sure, Hwan knew he played up the 'funny guy' act for the camera, but this was so on the nose, he might as well be wearing a red clown nose just to complete the look. It didn't help that the array of yellows he was wearing completely clashed with his recently dyed red hair.
"I look like freaking Ronald McDonald. . ." Hwan muttered under his breath.
A snort startled him out of his petulant revere, making him look to the mirror's reflection. Oh fucking hell. Just over his shoulder, was his least favorite group member, holding a hand over their mouth but clearly smirking and trying to hold back their laughter. Anger, embarrassment, and a more mortifying and much deeper sense of inadequacy made Hwan's stomach clench in disgust. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to quell the immediate response that wanted to fling out of his mouth, and instead turned to face his group member, willing himself to plaster a confident smirk on his face.
"I mean, a sexy Ronald McDonald, amiright?" Even as the words were leaving his mouth, Hwan could almost feel the stupidity dripping from them. But, he couldn't back down now, not when he'd decided to go with it. He let out a chuckle as he shrugged his shoulders in a 'well what can you do?' kind of gesture.
