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for @vldareum, at aera’s apartment, any time-- craft night!
FOR THE RECORD, Aera’s really good at crafts. You can put that on the books with, maybe, only a couple of her best works for evidence. But!! Butbutbut, Aera didn’t invite Areum over to show off her-- ahem-- incredible craft skills. No sir! The reason for Aera hosting is that her apartment is finally-- FINALLY-- finished being decorated! Sure, she had to hire an interior designer, but it’s very nice and fancy.
“More paint, madam!” Aera says with a flourish, removing the lid off a fancy metal serving tray that had absolutely no use except maybe to blow some cash. Does it look like she’s trying to feed Areum paint? Yeah. Has she been having every single one of her meals on it? Also yeah.
“Be right back,” Aera says before running off to the corner of her apartment that houses the third light of her life, John Brad Crumb. At this point, it’s so well-decorated that the rabbit should probably start paying her some rent. She coaxes him onto the serving tray and puts the lid lightly over it, then runs back to the kitchen and lets him down next to the table to hang out with them.
“I wanna show you what I made. Hold on,” she instructs, before-- you guessed it!-- putting the fruits of her labor on top of the tray and holding it out to Areum. “You ready?!”
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who was the last person you texted
The last person I texted was let me think about this...... Oh! It was my friend Sam I was talking to him about online classes
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What was your least favorite comeback?
“Least favorite is difficult because there isn’t one I truly disliked entirely, but I still shutter specifically at the makeup and styling of the Heartbreaker and Breathe music videos.
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The early 2010s were rough on fashion.”
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afternoons like these seemed to be becoming a lot less frequent, squeezed into an already over packed schedule that almost seemed endless. it was nice to be squished on the couch next to areum, clay mask on his face and whatever drama the other had picked playing on tv. he was having a bit of a hard time being able to follow what the actors were saying without subtitles but he was enjoying himself without them to not feel the need to ask areum to turn them on.
munching on pepero’s he’d bought for himself, he frowned at the screen in front of them. “i don’t understand why she’s mad.” he squinted as if that would help him understand the predicament the characters were in and, when it didn’t, he turned to face areum. “why is she so mad? she sounds like a banshee.” he laughed at his own words, realizing how ridiculous his observation was. kdramas had been a good way for him to pick up on certain nuances of the korean language when he’d first moved here but, every so often, a character would speak too fast and he’d completely lose track of what was going on in the show. ( @vldareum )
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Starter for: @vldareum
Night was falling and with it came the calmness that came after an exhausting day filled with activities both for her girls and herself. A tired smile decorated the manager’s features as she closed the door of the dorm after taking out the trash from the take out she had gotten for them. With a tired groan Mina sat down on the table after pouring herself some water, glad to finally be able to sit down and rest for more than 5 seconds, the dorm was in silence now that her girls were sleeping leaving the older female alone, only her sigh was heard as she looked around the dorm that was usually so filled with life and noise, she couldn’t believe her girls were all grown up now that they would soon fly from the nest and into their own homes, time sure flies fast.
Mina was lost in her own thoughts until footsteps broke the silence that surrounded her, turning to look at the one behind it a sweet smile grew on her face “Areumie” She spoke gently not wanting to disturb the rest “Everything is alright sweetie?” She asked as her whole attention was on her baby of her babies.
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˟ ╰ @vldareum replied with “ answer ” for a starter
what: small birthday get-together for sumin ( npc )
where: someone’s apartment in seoul
when: approx. 8pm, sometime in january
sumin pops a champagne cork, sending a bubbly froth flowing across her small dining table. “ to our jiwon. ” she pours champagne into lifted glasses around the table. “ who’s now in his --- eleventh year as a trainee ? ”
“ ah, come off it, ” jiwon pretends to grumble amidst the laughter that ripples around the room. they're all gathered here tonight, a group of friends who had once trained together years ago. they don't see each other enough these days, he thinks. it's getting harder as they get older, as some become successful artists and others are left behind. sumin herself had stopped training a few years back, when her mother had called her asking for help with running a new restaurant she had opened. he knows she’s still a little heartbroken over it, knowing that at twenty-five, her chances of reentering the industry to try again are slim.
still, it’s nice that people are still willing to gather for her birthday, even if it is for one day a year. the number of friends have dwindled down over the last few years, but there was still a fair turnout and people have to share chairs or sit on the corner of the kitchen counter to fit in such a small space. it makes sense though, with most of them being in the industry; a private apartment space like this is one of the few places where they can relax and be themselves without fear of someone watching, listening, making judgments.
it’s then that areum seems to return from the bathroom, only to hesitate at the door when she realizes that someone had taken her seat. jiwon’s always been perceptive to others’ needs, stemming from even before he was made leader of a now-disbanded boy group, so he quietly stands from his chair while the others are still laughing over another joke. “ areum, here, ” he says, gently drawing her attention.
#╰ ˟ ✧ ˖ interactions / * areum .#/ i ended up paraphrasing most of the lyrics for this one so i couldn't do the color thing as much :'(#/ most of this is exposition so pls don't feel the need to match length
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the other side.
“i don’t understand people who are lucky enough to be an only child and yet they wish for siblings,” sebin sighs, something uncomfortably close to sadness in his eyes. he turns his head to the side to look at areum for a brief moment as they walk, but it doesn’t last for long; the fact that he’s even bothering to talk about how he feels creates enough vulnerability, let alone looking at someone as he talks about it. he settles for staring at the ground ahead of him, instead, watching every step he takes. he takes special care to avoid cracks in the pavement, but not because of any superstitions; breaking his mama’s back is the least of his worries.
“i went home recently. for the new year. and all my parents wanted to talk about was seyeon. seyeon this, seyeon that, did you see that cf seyeon shot? did you hear that ost seyeon sang? do i look like i gave a fuck?” his tone gets a little more abrasive near the end, and he looks at areum again with exasperation. “do i, areum? do i look like a give a single fuck?” ( and the irony is that he clearly gives a fuck. the fact that it can get under his skin to such a great extent is proof enough of that. )
he goes quiet for a few seconds, but the seconds feel more like minutes and maybe he thinks he’s been quiet longer than he really has. “well, whatever. at least i don’t have to work with him. i don’t understand how you can be in the same group as your sister... god. if seyeon and i were in the same group, i’d have to trip down a flight of stairs. fuck. makes me sick just thinkin’ about it.” he shakes his head quickly, but thinks to add, “not that i’m saying anything’s wrong with your sister. i’m sure she’s alright, probably. you get what i mean.”
( @vldareum )
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he’s upset. he wants to escape, stomp his foot and refuse the current treatment- too bad he was now physically unable to do so.
yeah. not with a sprained ankle.
although he wasn’t passionate like some of his members to dancing, he was dedicated. hwan needed to be up to par with his talented members. unfortunately though, he wasn’t good at knowing when to stop. not in the music studio and not in the dance room. this was more evident when his exhaustion resulted in the wrong twist and now, the man was ... limping. he gritted his teeth through the pain. avoided any unnecessary attraction because yong hwan, ironically, hated the spotlight. though even with succeeding with all of that, the man had forgot he was meeting up with areum at his house.
and long story short, he wasn’t the mastermind he thought he was when it came to faking things. no, in fact she had easily caught on and hwan wanted to throw a childish tantrum because it wasn’t supposed to be like this. it wasn’t areum taking care of him- it was him taking care of areum. “really. no need. it’ll heal by tomorrow. i just need a little rest.” the male lied. he was an awkward duck when it came to being nurtured. aside from his team- but that was all boy and men support. it was different from having the young woman before him do the same. at least... that’s what he constantly told himself and escaped a small whine.
( @vldareum )
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who: @vldareum
when: 20200902
where: somewhere under the full moon
Beam felt completely humbled every time her dear friend Areum made time to see her knowing she probably had the busiest schedule of the entire industry, at the beginning of her training period she could only greet her from afar, at the end of the day her seniors Iota were the reason she had auditioned for Summit Media, she wasn’t usually shy but to be around the people she admired the most who were also living her dream was a new experience for her but through the years her feelings towards Areum in particular developed into something different, even if she was her senior she was still younger than her and that meant Beam felt completely protective over her friend who was at all moments in the eyes of the whole public but still in her opinion always managed to shine effortlessly. It was important for her to make sure her senior would have a good time and feel relaxed, Beam was sure she could always need a break from everything.
She had everything ready for them to stargaze under the moonlight, a comfortable blanket on the grass for them to sit on, softer blankets for them to wrap themselves in if it was necessary and a gym bag filled with snacks for them to share, she was the type of friend to memorize others favorite treats and Areum wasn’t the exception to that rule, she made sure to get the younger favorites. The moon was shining as bright as ever, Beam knew it was a full moon on pisces her company’s sign which made their night out more special to her, she believed on how the planets energy could help people improve in different ways so to share the evening with Areum was something she really cherished. Beam sat with her legs stretched wearing boyfriend jeans and a black over sized sweatshirt with her glasses on as well, she liked to be early always ready to welcome her.
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task .002—
with special thanks for, and featuring, @vldareum—
JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager yes ys i kniw
JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager ill addition 4 fanny pack outing later :P
JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager i’m bussy rite now tho ;) it’ areum time
MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Busy doing what?! What’s Areum time?!
JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager s
MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera TT
MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera, why did you send a winky face? Is Areum okay?
MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera please I do not have time for this you are so aggravating
JEON AERA ✉ ⇢ manager ;) ;) ;_
MANAGER ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Aera!!
Aera’s not so mean that she leaves their manager on delivered when she knows she’s probably gonna bust a nerve; no, she chooses to leave her on open, instead, so she knows she’s at least alive. Because for tonight, she has planning to do.
Phase One of Operation: Surprise the Socks Off Areum is long since over and was a huge success. Phase One is the simplest part: text Areum to come over tonight for another Star Wars marathon. They never got to the sequels.
Phase Two is the thick of it: cook a fancy dinner fit for a princess, hire a masseuse to pamper both of them in— ahem— Aera’s brand new(!) apartment, turn on absolutely any movie of Areum’s choice, give each other mani/pedis, and then end the night with giving her sister a woven bracelet that Aera personally made for Areum herself.
Phase Three: catalogue every second of it on her phone and watch the look on her sister’s face.
Ha. And Areum thinks it’s just going to be Star Wars.
It’s a bit of a thank you, in a way, for her sister to know that Aera really appreciates her, and also to let her know that Aera’s doing just fine, thank you very much, living alone. Sure, it gets lonely sometimes, but besides Areum, Naeun comes over! And Saeun! And Hamin! And... that’s pretty much it...
Clowns! One time Aera hired a clown to come and entertain her while she cried on the sofa over a stupid romantic comedy. It was sorta funny to watch how obviously uncomfortable the clown was ‘cause she paid him double to leave a kid’s party early to keep her company. He wasn’t expecting one of the members of one of the nation’s top girl groups to be sprawled out on the floor with a bottle of wine, she doesn’t think, but whatever. As you can see, she’s having the time of her life.
“Okay, let’s do this.”
Step One of Phase Two (that’s right, she’s that organized) is to go figure out what to eat. After their excursion to Tokyo, she’s thinking some miso broth ramen and spicy tuna rolls, so she makes a quick stop by the market to go pick up some seaweed and fish. She has a plan and everything; she’s gonna cut up some seaweed to say “I Love You, Areum!” and stick it in the broth like alphabet soup. It’s gonna be so cute—
Hey, what’s that? Bunnies for adoption??!! Ohmigod no way!!!
Aera hasn’t ever whipped a car into a parking lot so fast. Ten minutes and 40,000 KRW later, she drives home with a bag full of seaweed and fish and the newest addition to the family, John Brad Crumb. She’s pulling away when she realizes 1) she made a HUGE typo on the iPad, 2) both “John Brad Crumb Jeon” and “Jeon John Brad Crumb” are stupid names, and 3), though it came with the intention of paying homage to her fans, with Aera’s Earthshine nickname being John Area, she’s effectively just named a rabbit after herself.
But hey, the adoption certificate says John Brad Crumb, so that’s what he is.
She pulls into her apartment and the elevator dings to the top floor. It’s only recently that she managed to unpack, so she unloads all the groceries into the fridge and puts the rice in the cooker, then gets to work dedicating a sizable corner of her living room for John Brad Crumb. One could call it John’s area.
One thing to note about Aera is that what can go wrong, will go wrong, but it’ll go wrong with a flourish and probably fireworks, too. The cage is actually pretty well set up, and she wants to do this cute thing where she gives Areum her bracelet by wrapping it around John Brad Crumb’s neck like a collar, and she’s in the middle of doing so when she smells something. Umm... what’s burning?
She rushes to the kitchen and smacks her head when she realizes that she forgot to put water in the rice. Now what?
Aera stands there for at least a full solid minute watching the rice as she wonders what her reaction should be. She wonders if it’ll catch fire.
Um, duh.
Fortunately, she keeps a Brita filter in the fridge, and so she begins pouring water on the flames. Really she lucked out, because she manages to put the fire out without the help of the fire department, but her rice cooker is, like, totaled. That’s fine! She’s adaptive. Instead, she decides to cook it manually. She definitely won’t forget the water this time, she thinks smugly as she fills the water almost to the top of the pot. After adding the rice, she returns to the living room...
...only to find that John Brad Crumb has all but gnawed the bracelet to pieces.
“John Brad Crumb-ah! Are you serious?! You are so unaware.”
She lifts the bunny and picks the dangling threads from his mouth, pouting as she witnesses the shreds of what she made with such love and care. Luckily for Aera (and also for John Brad Crumb, whom she’ll forgive eventually because he already means the world to her), it seems to be salvageable? Maybe?
John Brad Crumb fits in the front pocket of her hoodie, so she puts him and some rabbit food in there and returns to the kitchen where the rice has, obviously, boiled over. Cursing, Aera cleans up the mess and tastes the rice that was saved. Well... it’s not bad.
Putting the ramen to a boil, she checks the clock and sees that she’s got a little over an hour before Areum’s supposed to arrive. She fortunately had the hindsight to buy pre-made tare and simmer the broth this morning, so it’s not like she has to simmer things for three hours. but it’s still kinda crunch time.
You know what she just realized? She totally forgot to buy one of those bamboo rolling mats. Printer paper should work... right?
“Let’s do this, John Brad Crumb-ah. For Areummie!”
HHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHH MY GOD ROLLING SUSHI IS SO HARD is what she’d say if there was anyone around to hear her, but there’s not. It’s written clearly across her face, though. The rice is too mushy and also the printer paper keeps falling apart, so it’s kinda... papery rice? Wrapped in nori? Yuck.
It’s kind of a disaster, so she decides that it doesn’t have to be pretty and abandons the paper in favor of trying to hand roll the sushi, which naturally doesn’t work as the sushi falls apart. The result is, like, this weird sushi salad thing that honestly works in the same way that a poke bowl does. Whatever; it’ll have to do. Twenty minutes till Areum gets here.
Turning around, she spoons some noodles into a pot and tastes the broth that she made. Okay, what...? That’s actually super good. Pleased with herself, she dumps in the sauce. But again, this is Aera, and what goes wrong is that, facepalming, she realizes that what she thought was chicken sauce was actually chocolate sauce... ugh...
The whole thing has to be tossed now, so Aera does so quickly and checks the clock. Ten minutes till Areum gets here.
In a last-ditch effort, she throws some instant ramen on the stove and bounds into the kitchen to comb out and rebraid Areum’s bracelet, when her phone pings.
SEOUL THERAPEUTICS ✉ ⇢ jeon aera Jeon Aera-ssi, this is Kim Daeho, owner/operator of Seoul Therapeutics. I am texting to inform you that your masseuse has fallen ill and will be unable to arrive tonight—
(Somewhere, on the other side of town, Kim Daeho, owner/operator of Seoul Therapeutics, feels a chill run down his spine.)
—and, as all other masseurs are booked, I have issued a refund to your account. We apologize for the inconvenience.
Well, she tried. She really did. Sorry, Areum, she really wanted to throw you a big thank-you dinner, but turns out Aera’s actually going into hermitage instead. Would you like to come visit her cave? Oh, please do make yourself at home, don’t mind those scorpions crawling on her bed made out of twigs and sadness...
She stands in the kitchen, contemplating the best mountain beneath which to move all her things, before deciding that she just moved and it would be too much of an inconvenience. The weird chocolate ramen is in the trash. That salad thing is on the counter. The movies aren’t rented, the nail polish isn’t bought, and the bracelet is wearable, but ugly. The instant ramen is literally what they ate everyday for years, and also the weight of John Brad Crumb on her hoodie is starting to hurt her neck. One minute until Areum—
Ding dong!
“Gah! John Brad Crumb-ah, we can’t let her see us like this!”
With a certain kind of determination that only Jeon Aera possesses, she decides to make her grand escape. But the reason it’s Jeon Aera name-brand determination is because it wouldn’t be Aera’s if it wasn’t tinted with just a little bit of recklessness, ‘cause in her attempt to escape the embarrassment, she tries to escape out the front door, where Areum is standing.
“Areummie!”
Her face flushes bright red and she wonders what Areum thinks of the sight before her: Aera, in a hoodie, with a rabbit in her pocket and a ratty bracelet in her hand, covered in chocolate stains and mushy rice and her hair falling out of her bun.
It’s then that she realizes that she probably does know what Areum’s thinking, and that’s why she loves her twin so much in the first place. There’s no one else she’d rather go on this adventure with. No one else would so easily deal with her. Of course her sister wouldn’t judge her for the disaster that was Aera’s poorly planned surprise. Just seeing Areum makes the embarrassment wash away, and Aera gives her a smile. Thanks for being there for me. Thanks for smiling when I’m ditzy instead of rolling your eyes. Thanks for supporting me through thick and thin. Thanks for being the best sister a girl could ask for.
“Thanks for coming, Areummie. Let’s order in some takeout. I’ve got the craziest story to tell you.”
#vldtask2#vldareum#ic / self para.#veil admins: 400 words will be fine! :)#me: you said 2k words right?
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who is your hero
My hero is my mom. She helped me be who I am and never forced me into something I didn't like.
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Which debuted group is your favorite?
“ i think legion has a really unique sound and stage presence. i really love castles in the sky as well. ‘ when i fall in love ’ off their newest album was one of my favorite songs of 2019. ”
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What is one charm you can’t wait to share with your fans?
Answered here.
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when you were younger what was your dream job
My dream job when I was younger was working in my dad's business..... Oh how the times have changed to be honest
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what is your favorite drink
My favorite drink is probably sparkling water. But like the flavored one thats blackberry
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If you could get coffee with anyone, who would it be?
Coffee with anyone? Maybe my mom. I miss her a lot to be honest.
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