I'm Huh Jihye, A Member Of FUTURE/FEMME, Singer-songwriter, Producer, And A Fan Of Pineapple On Pizza.

THE IDOL (2022) with Abel Tesfaye (The Weeknd) and Lily-Rose Depp

"Oh, they texted first!" This is not a line said during a girls' night sleepover.

This is in the middle of a brightly-lit set with Jihye perched on an armchair, a corner and a texting app separating her from her conversation partner. She's got no idea what the crew are saying, thanks to the Airpods nestled in her ears and unfortunate lack of lip-reading talent. She hesitates before responding, typing and then backspacing.

"What should I say..." She trails, before a newfound sense of resolve steels her. "I don't know... whatever! First I'll reply."

[TO: lucky charm] hiya~ [TO: lucky charm] i'm spring breeze!

She pauses, before sending another message.

[TO: lucky charm] are you perhaps... an E?

"do i just introduce myself?"

once yebin gets the okay from the producer sitting in front of her, she double checks the earbuds plugged into her ear before chuckling and looking down at her phone screen.

[to: ??] hi, i'm lucky charm [to: ??] i'm lucky charm because i'm pretty lucky. i'll make sure you get some of that energy today as well!!!!

"is this right?" she asks once more before laughing at her own antics. it had taken forever for her to come up with a nickname, and the one she did come up with was pretty random. did she have luck? on good days, yeah, but she wasn't that lucky of a person to claim it as a nickname. she would've chosen something to promote her upcoming album, but that would become too much of a mouthful, and she didn't want to hurt her thumbs anymore.

it's not like this video had much meaning in the first place, so she'd wait for the other to respond.

@idlingworship, filming this video

Jihye's been told she has a vivid imagination.

Today it seems more overactive than anything.

She eyes the wide-eyed girl with hands on both cheeks in embarrassment as she profusely apologises to the entire studio for the nth time for making a mistake. Really, wasting everyone's time, but Jihye digresses.

They'd gone over it all of last night, and while she doesn't think Jimin would be on SMTM anytime soon, she'd thought the other girl had at least gotten the verse down. If it's a ploy to get more screentime, Jihye would get it. Respect it, even. It seems more genuine incompetence than anything, though, and Jihye wants to shove the other girl's head through the glass of the recording booth.

She's visited her happy place so many times during the survival show it's been struggling with overtourism, and right now, it's just not cutting it. Her lyric sheet's crumpled with the amount of times she's tightened her fist around it every time Jimin fucks up, and as she takes a glance around the studio, everyone seems similarly tired.

She sighs involuntarily, because she might scream if she doesn't. It's louder than she means it to be, though, and she locks eyes with their producer, who looks like he's in a similarly frustrated boat.

IT'S NICE TO HAVE A FRIEND. with ♡, for @ofgreyskies' ash.

Day blends into night when Jihye's in the studio, with hours passing by in the blink of an eye. She drags herself home when she's physically unable to keep her eyes open, waking up for school and practice hours later, absolutely nothing outside of it in her life.

It's the kind of life she's happy living, though. A pep in her step uncharacteristic of someone as seriously sleep-deprived as her, but that might just be the concerning amount of caffeine she's consuming on the daily.

So of course, she's there before him. Nothing else to live for.

Dance practice lets out early, and she's been in his studio for the past 40 minutes working on the song they'd been slaving over during the night before. Legs crossed on the office chair, blanket over her shoulders, she's quickly gotten comfortable in the space over the past month.

She doesn't even turn to greet him when she hears the door open, just throwing a hand up in greeting. Same hand drops to slide the coffee cup closer to herself, and she raises her eyebrows in surprise when she hears their to-do list for the day. "I'm recording the demo?" Serendipitous, since she'd been working on the toplining.

"I'll send you my bank account details after this, then." Jihye simpers, taking a sip of the coffee in an exaggeratedly cute manner. She's not being serious, of course, considering how much food he's bought them over the course of album prep. Definitely more than enough to cover whatever the demo fee was.

❝ save you

❝ even if everything falls apart don’t lose yourself ‘cause i’ll be there to save you i’ll be there to save you @idlingworship​ sometime late november, 2018

jihoon feels like he is babysitting. like culture creative just signed him and somewhere between the lines of the contract babysitting was written and he just happened to miss it. at least that was the initial thought that would just come and go whenever he would walk into his studio and see jihye sat on the second chair. the company had promised him his own studio, well.. jihoon insisted his own studio if he was going to be working with them, and if he old lousy company could comply with that, so could culture fucking creative. however, it was still bland, still missed any touch of personality. unless you counted the takeaway boxes and empty coffee cups scattered around. 

it does take a while for jihoon to actually open up and be a good senior, a mentor, a friend if you would like. he feels bad that jihye had to witness him this stressed and anxious, swear and yell a few times. it was a big move in his career. a break or make it comeback album. he thinks she understands, but he doesn’t understand why culture creative thought it would be a good idea for this to be a thing now, and not when he has his next comeback or project.

“we are recording a demo today.” jihoon says as he drops a few sheets of paper onto the desk, followed by two coffee’s “this one is with oat milk.” he clarifies by tapping onto the said coffee cup, before turning his attention to one of the desk drawers picking out some coloured pens. “actually, i lied.” he corrects himself “you are recording part of the demo for the feature.” he clarifies as he finally sits down on the chair next to jihye. they had been working on save u for a while now, it was very different from the whole album, but was a great song never the less. so what better way than teach jihye how it’s like to record a demo before sending it out to people who might actually feature the song.

On hour 30 of severe sleep deprivation, Jihye starts questioning her purpose in life.

Eyes fixed on the mirror, she considers the possible paths she could've taken besides this one. Wonders if she'd be any less tired had she gone back to the US and became a normal college student, instead of so stubbornly pursuing her idol dreams. Starts debating if it'd be too late to break her contract.

Then her manager opens the door, announcing that coffee's here, and maybe Jihye can put those irrepressible thoughts aside for however long it takes to down her beverage. There's an extra cup and pastry for her co-MC for the day, and those in hand, she slips out of the room and goes to greet them. Their waiting room's a couple doors down from hers, and she knocks on the door, calling out a "Sunbae?"

FIGHTING. with ♡, for @sungpeach's sung.

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slant of light

Jihye'll be honest: she's a serial 'we've got to meet up soon!'er. God only knows how many unanswered messages on Kakao she has, inbox full of unread plans asking when she's free so they can finally meet up. She doesn't feel much, if any, guilt. Chances are, they're just like her and asking for the sake of asking.

It's not like that with Eunchae, though.

Their friendship thus far's been more support coffee trucks, Kakaotalk messages and Music Bank interviews than real face-to-face time, but they'd finally found a serendipitous spot of overlapping free time to finally meet up. There'd been this perfume-making workshop Jihye'd seen on SNS, and with a minimum 2 pax for a solo class; she'd decided to extend an invite to Eunchae.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! We ended way later than I thought we would, but luckily traffic wasn't too bad on the way over. Did you wait for long?" Her apologies are profuse and endless, as she makes an impressive hop out of a still-moving taxi.

WE CAN GO WHEREVER YOU LIKE. with ♡, for @sunshinechae's eunchae.

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