[various] 5 song challenge
5 song challenge
generally pg
5 song challenge;;-
1. verbal jint - inspiration ; chocoball/f.t island ; hongki/jonghun ft heechul, simon d and lady jane
It was never meant to become a habit, but Jonghun’s out again on a Saturday night. It’s because he enjoys it, he tells himself, but then he looks at Hongki, half drunk and lying down on the padded chair of the karaoke room, and something shifts uncomfortably in his chest.
“Hyung, hyung, hyung,” Hongki’s shouting across the noisy karaoke room to Heechul, who’s belting some girl group’s song into the microphone. “Heechul hyung!”
“Yah, I’m singing,” Heechul shouts back, feigning annoyance (or was it actual annoyance -- Jonghun could never tell). Hongki whacks him on the thigh playfully, and Heechul raises his hand in warning before letting out a ‘tsk’ and mussing up Hongki’s hair.
“Look hyung, Jonghun’s mixing drinks for you,” Hongki slurs at Heechul, who raises his eyebrows. Jonghun smiles to himself and pours another shot of soju into the beer, swirling the jug around.
“Our personal drink mixer,” Heechul teases, and Jonghun feels Hongki’s hand land heavily on his back, rubbing up and down in strange butterfly patterns, and there’s another twinge in his chest.
“Here, hyung,” Jonghun says, a slight smile playing on his lips. Heechul takes a sip of the bitter liquid and makes a face.
“I want something sweeter,” he says, sticking his tongue out in distaste. Hongki chuckles and rolls over onto his stomach to forage in the plastic bag under the table and chuck a half empty bottle of orange juice at Heechul’s face.
“Yah, Lee Hongki!”
Their bickering’s noisy. It’s always noisy. Kiseok has to stop stop whispering into Jihye’s ear so he can cuff Hongki by the neck to shut him up and drag him upright to sing a duet with him.
Jonghun just sits, half-smile plastered on his face, and measures out another shot of soju.
2. super junior - 소원이 있나요 (do you have a wish) ; u-kiss ; soohyun/hoon
It’s a new start, he tells himself. He’d miss Kibum, and he’d miss Xander, but this is what the company’s decided on, and the company’s word is final.
He remembers that as a child, he’s only ever had one wish, and that was to stand on stage in front of a crowd of hundreds, thousands, and sing. It’s the only thing he can do, because he’s mediocre at best at everything else. His looks are below average, and he can’t dance in the same way that Kiseop can, nor does he have the language skills that Xander has, but he has a voice -- it’s something God given, his father always told him, so treasure it.
He’s waiting for their new member in the training room. Yeo Hoonmin, they said his name was, and Soohyun can vaguely recall a soloist by that name if he thinks really hard. It’s a pity solo doesn’t sell.
The door creaks open, and a wide-eyed, brown haired boy peeks into the room. Soohyun looks at him, nervous and nibbling at his lip, and suddenly he's reminded of his first time walking into the company building.
“Do you have a wish?” he half asks, half muses, and it’s out of the blue and catches both him and the boy by surprise. The boy -- Hoonmin -- clears his throat nervously.
“Well, I want to sing. On stage,” he replies hesitantly. There’s a muted earnestness somewhere in his voice. It’s enough for Soohyun to smile brightly and walk towards him, hand extended.
“Welcome to U-KISS.”
3. gavy nj - 라떼한잔 (Feat. 길미) (one cup of latte) ; iu
Lee Jieun likes her coffee black.
Not caramel latte, or hazelnut chocolate with cream, like IU would choose. It’s problematic. Lee Jieun’s not five years old, and she’s not an innocent little girl either -- she might look and act the part, but then again, her acting’s always been above par.
She sits in the waiting room, guitar balanced precariously on her lap as she annotates her sheet music. The latte sitting on the music stand, provided by the backstage crew, is getting cold, but it doesn’t matter. She’s only taken two sips from it out of courtesy anyway.
“When do I have to be out?” she asks a passing staff, and the guy checks his clipboard.
“Ten minutes,” comes the reply, and Jieun nods. There’s a hand mirror on the desk. She inspects her eyeliner (immaculate), and practises her smile (sweet, with just a slight crinkle of the eyes).
“You’re IU,” she smiles into the mirror, eyes lighting up, and it’s a just a bit forced, but there’s still a bit of Jieun somewhere in there. “Nation’s little sister, IU.”
4. beni - sign ; f.cuz ; leeu/kan
It’s been coming for months, but Seunghyun’s departure from the group still leaves a part of Younghak’s heart empty.
“Bye,” he had said, as Seunghyun waved to them and zoomed off in the car his dad’s entertainment company provided him, and that was two weeks ago, but it still feels like he’s there with them. Four people fit their small, cramped dorm just right, and while Younghak might have a bit more leg space now, it feels wrong.
The months pass. They converse on Twitter sometimes, little messages like “Hyung’s lonely” and “How’s Japan?” but it’s never the same.
Younghak gets a call one day. It’s from a number he doesn’t know, and he’s ready to ignore it because they have to start filming for their new Japanese MV in five minutes, but he picks up on a whim.
“Hey,” the voice on the other side says, and Younghak recognises it instantly.
“Did you miss me?” Seunghyun asks, and Younghak nods numbly before he remember he’s on a phone and Seunghyun can’t see him.
“Hyung,” he says. “Hyung. But aren’t you in Korea? It’s expensive.”
There’s a chuckle on the other side.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it short,” Seunghyun replies, and Younghak scoffs, before he quiets down. “I heard you were shooting today. Good luck, I wish I could be there.”
Younghak pauses. Seunghyun’s voice is a bit gravelly -- he only sounds this way when he’s either upset or scared, and Younghak’s pretty sure it’s not the latter. He can’t find the right words to reply with. Good luck too? How’s Korea? Eating well?
“I miss you, hyung,” he says into the silence, and it’s simple, but it’s true. There’s a sigh, and some sniffling, and his heart grows heavy.
“I miss you too.”
5. brave brothers - 돈 벌었지 (i made money) ; xing ; junhyung/kevin
In a different world, Xing might’ve been a success story. The headlines might’ve been different. "International superstars Xing, visit New York", one might read, or "Xing member Popping Dragon showcases exceptional dance skills", or even "Kevin of Xing’s Japanese solo track ranks at #1 on the Oricon charts".
But in this world called reality, it’s not.
Xing Entertainment missteps, and missteps often. Their promotions periods are too short, and while the members have talent, the management don’t. When Kevin leaves, after Marumir, it’s like Xing’s thrown away their cash cow, and they just stop trying.
It’s a mess. Popping Dragon leaves soon after. Why bother with something that won’t bother with you?
When Popping Dragon and Kevin meet three years later backstage at a music program, they exchange polite ninety-degree bows and small talk about oh, congratulations on getting number one! Beast are doing so well, and don’t worry, U-KISS will take Korea by surprise soon.
Popping Dragon’s not called Popping Dragon anymore. He’s selected a newer, more mainstream stage name -- Junhyung, he calls himself -- and he’s made a small fortune in royalties from writing rap lyrics. Kevin’s still Kevin, but a changed Kevin. He’s wiser; he’s learnt that abandoning ship doesn’t come without a price, and he’s navigated the seven seas of the Korean legal system.
In their world, they like to pretend Xing never existed.
generally pg
5 song challenge;;-
1. verbal jint - inspiration ; chocoball/f.t island ; hongki/jonghun ft heechul, simon d and lady jane
It was never meant to become a habit, but Jonghun’s out again on a Saturday night. It’s because he enjoys it, he tells himself, but then he looks at Hongki, half drunk and lying down on the padded chair of the karaoke room, and something shifts uncomfortably in his chest.
“Hyung, hyung, hyung,” Hongki’s shouting across the noisy karaoke room to Heechul, who’s belting some girl group’s song into the microphone. “Heechul hyung!”
“Yah, I’m singing,” Heechul shouts back, feigning annoyance (or was it actual annoyance -- Jonghun could never tell). Hongki whacks him on the thigh playfully, and Heechul raises his hand in warning before letting out a ‘tsk’ and mussing up Hongki’s hair.
“Look hyung, Jonghun’s mixing drinks for you,” Hongki slurs at Heechul, who raises his eyebrows. Jonghun smiles to himself and pours another shot of soju into the beer, swirling the jug around.
“Our personal drink mixer,” Heechul teases, and Jonghun feels Hongki’s hand land heavily on his back, rubbing up and down in strange butterfly patterns, and there’s another twinge in his chest.
“Here, hyung,” Jonghun says, a slight smile playing on his lips. Heechul takes a sip of the bitter liquid and makes a face.
“I want something sweeter,” he says, sticking his tongue out in distaste. Hongki chuckles and rolls over onto his stomach to forage in the plastic bag under the table and chuck a half empty bottle of orange juice at Heechul’s face.
“Yah, Lee Hongki!”
Their bickering’s noisy. It’s always noisy. Kiseok has to stop stop whispering into Jihye’s ear so he can cuff Hongki by the neck to shut him up and drag him upright to sing a duet with him.
Jonghun just sits, half-smile plastered on his face, and measures out another shot of soju.
2. super junior - 소원이 있나요 (do you have a wish) ; u-kiss ; soohyun/hoon
It’s a new start, he tells himself. He’d miss Kibum, and he’d miss Xander, but this is what the company’s decided on, and the company’s word is final.
He remembers that as a child, he’s only ever had one wish, and that was to stand on stage in front of a crowd of hundreds, thousands, and sing. It’s the only thing he can do, because he’s mediocre at best at everything else. His looks are below average, and he can’t dance in the same way that Kiseop can, nor does he have the language skills that Xander has, but he has a voice -- it’s something God given, his father always told him, so treasure it.
He’s waiting for their new member in the training room. Yeo Hoonmin, they said his name was, and Soohyun can vaguely recall a soloist by that name if he thinks really hard. It’s a pity solo doesn’t sell.
The door creaks open, and a wide-eyed, brown haired boy peeks into the room. Soohyun looks at him, nervous and nibbling at his lip, and suddenly he's reminded of his first time walking into the company building.
“Do you have a wish?” he half asks, half muses, and it’s out of the blue and catches both him and the boy by surprise. The boy -- Hoonmin -- clears his throat nervously.
“Well, I want to sing. On stage,” he replies hesitantly. There’s a muted earnestness somewhere in his voice. It’s enough for Soohyun to smile brightly and walk towards him, hand extended.
“Welcome to U-KISS.”
3. gavy nj - 라떼한잔 (Feat. 길미) (one cup of latte) ; iu
Lee Jieun likes her coffee black.
Not caramel latte, or hazelnut chocolate with cream, like IU would choose. It’s problematic. Lee Jieun’s not five years old, and she’s not an innocent little girl either -- she might look and act the part, but then again, her acting’s always been above par.
She sits in the waiting room, guitar balanced precariously on her lap as she annotates her sheet music. The latte sitting on the music stand, provided by the backstage crew, is getting cold, but it doesn’t matter. She’s only taken two sips from it out of courtesy anyway.
“When do I have to be out?” she asks a passing staff, and the guy checks his clipboard.
“Ten minutes,” comes the reply, and Jieun nods. There’s a hand mirror on the desk. She inspects her eyeliner (immaculate), and practises her smile (sweet, with just a slight crinkle of the eyes).
“You’re IU,” she smiles into the mirror, eyes lighting up, and it’s a just a bit forced, but there’s still a bit of Jieun somewhere in there. “Nation’s little sister, IU.”
4. beni - sign ; f.cuz ; leeu/kan
It’s been coming for months, but Seunghyun’s departure from the group still leaves a part of Younghak’s heart empty.
“Bye,” he had said, as Seunghyun waved to them and zoomed off in the car his dad’s entertainment company provided him, and that was two weeks ago, but it still feels like he’s there with them. Four people fit their small, cramped dorm just right, and while Younghak might have a bit more leg space now, it feels wrong.
The months pass. They converse on Twitter sometimes, little messages like “Hyung’s lonely” and “How’s Japan?” but it’s never the same.
Younghak gets a call one day. It’s from a number he doesn’t know, and he’s ready to ignore it because they have to start filming for their new Japanese MV in five minutes, but he picks up on a whim.
“Hey,” the voice on the other side says, and Younghak recognises it instantly.
“Did you miss me?” Seunghyun asks, and Younghak nods numbly before he remember he’s on a phone and Seunghyun can’t see him.
“Hyung,” he says. “Hyung. But aren’t you in Korea? It’s expensive.”
There’s a chuckle on the other side.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it short,” Seunghyun replies, and Younghak scoffs, before he quiets down. “I heard you were shooting today. Good luck, I wish I could be there.”
Younghak pauses. Seunghyun’s voice is a bit gravelly -- he only sounds this way when he’s either upset or scared, and Younghak’s pretty sure it’s not the latter. He can’t find the right words to reply with. Good luck too? How’s Korea? Eating well?
“I miss you, hyung,” he says into the silence, and it’s simple, but it’s true. There’s a sigh, and some sniffling, and his heart grows heavy.
“I miss you too.”
5. brave brothers - 돈 벌었지 (i made money) ; xing ; junhyung/kevin
In a different world, Xing might’ve been a success story. The headlines might’ve been different. "International superstars Xing, visit New York", one might read, or "Xing member Popping Dragon showcases exceptional dance skills", or even "Kevin of Xing’s Japanese solo track ranks at #1 on the Oricon charts".
But in this world called reality, it’s not.
Xing Entertainment missteps, and missteps often. Their promotions periods are too short, and while the members have talent, the management don’t. When Kevin leaves, after Marumir, it’s like Xing’s thrown away their cash cow, and they just stop trying.
It’s a mess. Popping Dragon leaves soon after. Why bother with something that won’t bother with you?
When Popping Dragon and Kevin meet three years later backstage at a music program, they exchange polite ninety-degree bows and small talk about oh, congratulations on getting number one! Beast are doing so well, and don’t worry, U-KISS will take Korea by surprise soon.
Popping Dragon’s not called Popping Dragon anymore. He’s selected a newer, more mainstream stage name -- Junhyung, he calls himself -- and he’s made a small fortune in royalties from writing rap lyrics. Kevin’s still Kevin, but a changed Kevin. He’s wiser; he’s learnt that abandoning ship doesn’t come without a price, and he’s navigated the seven seas of the Korean legal system.
In their world, they like to pretend Xing never existed.