the formation of hope
title: the formation of hope
group: 2pm. bandfic
rating: g
it's finally here. the news spreads like wildfire throughout the dorms, until every trainee, regardless of training period, age and talent, is brimming with unspoken hope.
a new boyband is being formed, they whisper to one another between breaks for singing sessions, dancing lessons, language classes.
could it be me? they ask themselves, studying their faces in the mirror, wondering if this look is what the new boyband is looking for. am i good enough? they question their abilities and feel confident, because they've been waiting for this for the past sixmonths threeyears eightyears. but the confidence wavers, because if they’re so good, why haven’t they debuted yet?
the trainees eye each other carefully. they are friends, but before that, each and every trainee is the Competition. there are dozens of trainees and only a small number of spots. most will leave disappointed. still, they try to hide the intense rivalry among playful wrestling matches and cheerful snack parties. because only the management will decide the fate of the young hopefuls.
meet your new team.
the seven chosen ones are hustled into a room, their excitement obvious in their shining eyes.
junho looks around at the bunch of misfits (and they are; social misfits that yearn to fill the void by trying to make it big in this cut throat industry) and asks, "why are there more rappers than singers?" everyone ignores him.
"your group name is," park jinyoung pauses dramatically for effect and everyone leans forward subconsciously, holding their breath. "2pm! for the hottest time of the day!" as he says this, his face scrunches up in excitement and junho is momentarily distracted.
jaebum snorts. nichkhun looks absolutely dismayed that he gave up a perfect GPA and his own country for this. junho and wooyoung have matching solemn expressions laced with fierce determination. this is the moment they've been waiting for and they can't afford to slack. junsu the dreamer tries to sound out the name, imagining it all in his head. and the winner of the artist of the year award is... 2pm! only taecyeon and chansung grin. taecyeon smiles because anything, even a crappily named boyband, is better than a boring life of marriage, kids and desk jobs. chansung just doesn't understand the english words.
("they're all so pretty," whispers wooyoung to his best friend in pusan over the phone. "how will i stand out?")
here's your new song.
"isn't this kind of... degrading?" nichkhun asks carefully as they study the lyrics and listen to the demo. he's a nice guy brought up to be an absolute gentleman and he can't help but think that his mother will have a fit when she finds out about what he left school to sing.
jaebum can't really understand the lyrics but he spots the words girls, and awesome, x-rated films. a disbelieving grin spreads across his face and he shakes the piece of paper around. "so we, um, say how hot the chick is and rate her?" and he thought koreans were prudish. pfft. obviously, korean dramas have been feeding him lies.
"yeah, looks like it," wooyoung says solemly. he's worrying about how he's going to pull this all off because they are singing about girls and his experience with girls are pretty much limited to the animated ones in games.
junho reads his part, where he talks about porn and thinks he needs to do some studying tonight. it's not he's ever watched porn before. maybe it's time to borrow that hard disk from jaebum... right.
junsu looks up, confusion and dread spreading through his heart. "where are my parts?"
everyone ducks their heads down and pretends to study the lyrics intently.
dance for me, baby, dance your heart out.
"what?" taecyeon asks in disbelief when the choreographer maps out their dance from them, from the butt slapping to the multiple tumbles. "when i signed on to be a model-" he emphasizes the word and strikes a pose along with it, "- i never expected this."
their choreographer throws a towel at him. "well, learn to expect the unexpected."
"why don't i get to slap butt?" junho complains, staring a little too long at wooyoung's behind. wooyoung turns around quickly and fidgets uncomfortably.
"you don't get to slap butt, but you get your butt slapped!" the choreographer says cheerfully to an equally cheerful junho.
"i have to backflip and touch some other guy's ass," taecyeon moans, burying his face in his hands. "my life in boston is officially over. i can never go back."
shh, don't be nervous; we've got your back.
for weeks, the boys of 2pm (it still takes getting used to, this group name) has practiced at the company. 2am comes back from their schedules, looking just a little smug that they're CELEBRITIES now while 2pm still has weeks to go. seulong tells them about how debuting feels, how it's the best feeling in the world, like a drug he can't quit. the anticipation doubles, triples, explodes. the boys are getting impatient as they loiter around the dorm, watching jokwon dance on talk shows and comparisons of changmin and pyo inbong.
and then the day comes, taking them all by surprise even though they've anticipated it for months (years?).
they file on stage, strike their poses, the light goes on and bam.
introducing… 2pm!
they've never felt better.
it’s your time to shine, boys, so outshine all those stars in the sky.
group: 2pm. bandfic
rating: g
it's finally here. the news spreads like wildfire throughout the dorms, until every trainee, regardless of training period, age and talent, is brimming with unspoken hope.
a new boyband is being formed, they whisper to one another between breaks for singing sessions, dancing lessons, language classes.
could it be me? they ask themselves, studying their faces in the mirror, wondering if this look is what the new boyband is looking for. am i good enough? they question their abilities and feel confident, because they've been waiting for this for the past sixmonths threeyears eightyears. but the confidence wavers, because if they’re so good, why haven’t they debuted yet?
the trainees eye each other carefully. they are friends, but before that, each and every trainee is the Competition. there are dozens of trainees and only a small number of spots. most will leave disappointed. still, they try to hide the intense rivalry among playful wrestling matches and cheerful snack parties. because only the management will decide the fate of the young hopefuls.
meet your new team.
the seven chosen ones are hustled into a room, their excitement obvious in their shining eyes.
junho looks around at the bunch of misfits (and they are; social misfits that yearn to fill the void by trying to make it big in this cut throat industry) and asks, "why are there more rappers than singers?" everyone ignores him.
"your group name is," park jinyoung pauses dramatically for effect and everyone leans forward subconsciously, holding their breath. "2pm! for the hottest time of the day!" as he says this, his face scrunches up in excitement and junho is momentarily distracted.
jaebum snorts. nichkhun looks absolutely dismayed that he gave up a perfect GPA and his own country for this. junho and wooyoung have matching solemn expressions laced with fierce determination. this is the moment they've been waiting for and they can't afford to slack. junsu the dreamer tries to sound out the name, imagining it all in his head. and the winner of the artist of the year award is... 2pm! only taecyeon and chansung grin. taecyeon smiles because anything, even a crappily named boyband, is better than a boring life of marriage, kids and desk jobs. chansung just doesn't understand the english words.
("they're all so pretty," whispers wooyoung to his best friend in pusan over the phone. "how will i stand out?")
here's your new song.
"isn't this kind of... degrading?" nichkhun asks carefully as they study the lyrics and listen to the demo. he's a nice guy brought up to be an absolute gentleman and he can't help but think that his mother will have a fit when she finds out about what he left school to sing.
jaebum can't really understand the lyrics but he spots the words girls, and awesome, x-rated films. a disbelieving grin spreads across his face and he shakes the piece of paper around. "so we, um, say how hot the chick is and rate her?" and he thought koreans were prudish. pfft. obviously, korean dramas have been feeding him lies.
"yeah, looks like it," wooyoung says solemly. he's worrying about how he's going to pull this all off because they are singing about girls and his experience with girls are pretty much limited to the animated ones in games.
junho reads his part, where he talks about porn and thinks he needs to do some studying tonight. it's not he's ever watched porn before. maybe it's time to borrow that hard disk from jaebum... right.
junsu looks up, confusion and dread spreading through his heart. "where are my parts?"
everyone ducks their heads down and pretends to study the lyrics intently.
dance for me, baby, dance your heart out.
"what?" taecyeon asks in disbelief when the choreographer maps out their dance from them, from the butt slapping to the multiple tumbles. "when i signed on to be a model-" he emphasizes the word and strikes a pose along with it, "- i never expected this."
their choreographer throws a towel at him. "well, learn to expect the unexpected."
"why don't i get to slap butt?" junho complains, staring a little too long at wooyoung's behind. wooyoung turns around quickly and fidgets uncomfortably.
"you don't get to slap butt, but you get your butt slapped!" the choreographer says cheerfully to an equally cheerful junho.
"i have to backflip and touch some other guy's ass," taecyeon moans, burying his face in his hands. "my life in boston is officially over. i can never go back."
shh, don't be nervous; we've got your back.
for weeks, the boys of 2pm (it still takes getting used to, this group name) has practiced at the company. 2am comes back from their schedules, looking just a little smug that they're CELEBRITIES now while 2pm still has weeks to go. seulong tells them about how debuting feels, how it's the best feeling in the world, like a drug he can't quit. the anticipation doubles, triples, explodes. the boys are getting impatient as they loiter around the dorm, watching jokwon dance on talk shows and comparisons of changmin and pyo inbong.
and then the day comes, taking them all by surprise even though they've anticipated it for months (years?).
they file on stage, strike their poses, the light goes on and bam.
introducing… 2pm!
they've never felt better.
it’s your time to shine, boys, so outshine all those stars in the sky.