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[blackflames_empress] [19:01]
wtf are you talking about yoo sangah is literally so pretentious you can see it in every interview she’s ever been in LOL
[blackflames_empress] [19:03]
idg what everyone sees in her she’s not even THAT great to talk to. also sometimes she goes out in public and it’s like she’s never cracked open a fashion magazine in her life like what was UP with the turtleneck last december 2020?? did she WANT to freeze to death? don’t even get me started on the dating rumors they’re all so bland and boring and not even like, believable, it’s obvious her agency just wants more publicity
[yunheefan12] [19:04]
we were talking about a recent boy group debut how did you get in here
[yunheefan12] [19:05]
THEY BLOCKED ME?!!??#/
Sooyoung has never wanted to break something with her bare fists more than right now.
Unfortunately, she’s well aware she’s equally likely to break her own bones rather than solid concrete, so she settles for glaring at the chair across her. The empty chair. The chair that has been empty for five, approaching six, minutes now. What did Sooyoung even come here early for if she has to wait for Yoo Sangah anyway? Sooyoung could have better used that time editing some other, non-Yoo-Sangah-related articles, or fixing herself another cup of coffee, or… just not wasting her time sitting here waiting for a stupid idol full of herself, in general.
Another minute passes. Sooyoung kicks the chair across her, ignoring the startled glances the other café-goers shoot her when it clatters noisily, teetering on one of its legs before falling over. Why did Yoo Sangah have to suggest this ugly-ass coffee shop anyway? Its drinks don’t even taste good, for how overpriced they are—
A hand catches the chair before it can topple over. “Did I catch you in a bad mood?” that mild, pleasant, absolutely ear-grating voice asks.
Yoo Sangah rights the chair and daintily takes her seat. Sooyoung suddenly feels so overcome with murderous rage that it’s a miracle she doesn’t shoot out of her chair right then and strangle Yoo Sangah for the crime of being herself.
If someone asked Sooyoung why she hates Yoo Sangah so much—and plenty of people have asked her exactly that—Sooyoung wouldn’t be able to choose between her variety of answers. There are simply so many things about the woman for her to hate: her career is beyond successful, she is immensely popular for absolutely no good reason, she is so beautiful that there is no way her repeated claims to never have undergone plastic surgery are just extremely convincing lies, and her record is abnormally clean for an idol that even the worst misogynists sound like they’re reaching when they make up rumors about her. And yet, despite all this, Sooyoung still relies on her for her paycheck, which might just be the biggest thing Sooyoung hates about Yoo Sangah.
Your first interview article with her sold clean out, her editor said. Doing a few more with her can’t hurt, will it? her editor said! If Sooyoung hadn’t gotten such a fat bonus from her first-ever interview with Yoo Sangah, she would have thrown her resignation letter in his face for putting her through this torture.
Sooyoung grits her teeth. “When am I ever not in a bad mood. Just seeing you is making it worse already.”
Yoo Sangah only smiles. It is an objectively pretty smile, the sort that makes her warm brown eyes curve slightly and Sooyoung’s heart perform somersaults her actual body is incapable of, but Sooyoung tries not to think about Yoo Sangah’s prettiness too much else she turn into one of her fans constantly squealing about how much of a goddess she is. “You’re sweet. I’m glad I can make you feel so much.”
Sooyoung is starting to think, terrifying as the thought is, that Yoo Sangah enjoys making fun of her. It certainly wouldn’t be surprising, with how much and how often Yoo Sangah has dropped teasing jabs her way during interviews that Sooyoung had to painstakingly edit out of the recordings before she could submit them to her editor. Seriously, who says ‘you’re the only journalist I’ve agreed to be interviewed by throughout my career, isn’t that special’ with a straight face? (The fact that Sooyoung has occasionally wondered if this does make her special is irrelevant.)
“Let’s just get this over with,” Sooyoung grumbles, bringing out the usual interview materials—phone, laptop, and recorder that she actually barely uses when with Yoo Sangah, if only because it’s much harder to edit the audio there. “I want to cover those dating rumors with you today. It’d be in your best interest to cooperate, since I’m sure you—”
“They’re false. I’m not seeing anyone.”
“—don’t want them… circulating…” Sooyoung raises an eyebrow. “Well, I mean, I knew that, but at least give a better statement for the paper.”
Yoo Sangah’s smile looks just a smidgen less natural. Sooyoung doesn’t want to think too hard about how and why she can tell the minute differences in Yoo Sangah’s expressions now. “Oh, you did? Good. I just wanted to make sure.”
“Make sure what—never mind, I don’t care. Okay. I have a script. Just make yourself sound nice and we can both get out of each other’s business real quick.” Sooyoung pulls the word document up, trying not to make a face at all the questions about Yoo Sangah’s alleged secret boyfriends and the sightings of her at night or whatever. Just thinking about Yoo Sangah’s love life makes her want to break out in hives, although Sooyoung wouldn’t be able to give a decent explanation as to why. “So, what do you have to say for yourself about those photos of you and some guy at the train station near midnight, Yoo Sangah?”
“Oh, Dokja-ssi,” Yoo Sangah says. Sooyoung stares blankly at her until she continues. “He was working overtime and left his office at the same time I left the agency building. We went out for dinner together.”
“At near midnight,” Sooyoung repeats.
Yoo Sangah nods, smiling prettily again. Sooyoung wants to sock her in the jaw, but considering how she’d once interviewed Yoo Sangah fresh out of the gym, that might not be her best idea. “Is something strange about that? I’m sure it would be perfectly fine for the masses if Dokja-ssi were a woman.”
“Ugh, obviously, but you know the masses,” Sooyoung says, typing Yoo Sangah’s answer down. It’s such a boring answer, but hopefully Sooyoung can think of a way to spin it nicer later on. “If it’s a man, it’s a scandal. Okay, next—”
“You’re right,” Yoo Sangah interrupts. Sooyoung has to close her eyes and take several deep breaths so she doesn’t upturn the table. “If you were a man, I’m sure everyone would be spreading rumors about me having an affair with the same journalist who always interviews me, don’t you think?”
Sooyoung squints at her. “Is that why I’m the only journalist you’ve ever agreed to have an interview with?”
Yoo Sangah leans back. “Of course not. There are plenty of other women out there.”
Something about her words and the way she says them has Sooyoung’s ears heating up for no discernible reason. Yoo Sangah not bothering to follow that up with anything else doesn’t help. “Right,” Sooyoung huffs, pretending to be occupied with her laptop so she doesn’t have to look at Yoo Sangah’s too-distracting face. “I guess I can include a bit of that. Uh. Anyway, what about that time you were caught going in a motel? There was someone else with you, but the photos are blurry and they weren’t caught in the frame.”
Yoo Sangah cocks her head. “I can’t have a personal life at all, can I?”
She isn’t denying having gone to a motel, and despite herself Sooyoung feels a twinge of irritation. Who on earth is good enough for Yoo fucking Sangah to go to a motel with her? To be honest, Sooyoung hadn’t expected it from Yoo Sangah either, if only because she seems like she’d invite this special someone to her place instead rather than risk going to a motel, but—okay, this is getting ridiculous. Why does Sooyoung even care this much? Sure, it’s her job, but something about the burning curiosity in her feels more personal this time around.
“My friend was drunk,” Yoo Sangah says, snapping Sooyoung out of her thoughts. “I wasn’t sure where she lived and how to get there by subway, so I helped her to a motel instead.”
Sooyoung massages her forehead. “Do you really expect people to buy that?”
“It’s the truth.”
“It doesn’t sound like it. Did it have to be a motel? It’s like you’re asking to have rumors spread about you. Fine, let me embellish it a little,” Sooyoung groans, typing the horrible lie on her laptop. “Let me think… mm… okay, let’s say your friend drunkenly confessed to you but you rejected him—”
“Her,” Yoo Sangah corrects.
“I know, but people aren’t gonna buy it.”
“Is it in your job description to change so many details like this?” Yoo Sangah asks, somehow managing to sound both amused and patronizing. One more word from her and Sooyoung is going to pop a vein. “Just tell them the truth. Who cares if people don’t believe it? As long as it’s the truth, isn’t that what matters?”
Sooyoung sighs and leans back. “No, because when it comes to idols like you everyone wants the sauciest possible version. Look, if we make your friend more interesting, you look more passive and you get less attention or blame. Does that make sense?”
Yoo Sangah doesn’t say anything at first, and Sooyoung is already beginning to dread the long explanation of her tabloid craft when Yoo Sangah speaks. “Wouldn’t it be more profitable to make me sound as scandalous as possible?”
Ugh. “Well, sure, but—”
“Are you always so considerate of the celebrities you interview, Sooyoung-ssi?”
“Y-You—” Sooyoung sputters, barely restraining the urge to slam the recording device shut. Yoo Sangah laughs lowly behind her hand, and Sooyoung is struck with two conflicting urges, one demanding she grab Yoo Sangah by the shoulders and shake her back and forth and the other shouting at her to grab Yoo Sangah by the shoulders for an entirely different reason. “We just want good relations, alright!?” Sooyoung eventually manages, though she sounds unconvincing even to herself. “We make you sound nice, you keep coming to us for interviews, and you don’t let any other magazine profit from you. Win-win!”
Yoo Sangah’s smile is making Sooyoung feel homicidal. “Aren’t you sweet.”
“I really need you to stop talking.”
“But isn’t that what you brought me here for? In that case, I should take my leave.”
“Wait, fuck, not like that,” Sooyoung says, trying not to tear every single strand of hair off her head when Yoo Sangah has the gall to look entertained. “Quit playing with me, damn it.”
“Why not? It’s fun.”
“Not for me! Gah. If I really were a guy,” Sooyoung says, leaning back in her chair to scroll down the rest of her questions, “everyone would be posting this shit on social media right now.” And she’d be lurking on every single forum she frequents, searching for someone stupid enough to try and frame Yoo Sangah as some kind of slut chasing after every man who looks her way. The worst part is that Sooyoung has actually seen people say that sort of thing. She swears the Internet is slowly killing off her brain cells, and yet she can’t stay away from it.
Yoo Sangah gives her a long, considering look that makes Sooyoung itch. Her expression is unreadable, and for one uncomfortable moment Sooyoung wonders if Yoo Sangah is trying to kill her just by staring at her. Then she breaks into a little smile, this one somehow more genuine than the ones she flashes for her fans. “I wouldn’t mind being caught in a dating rumor if it were with Sooyoung-ssi.”
“Do you hear yourself when you talk?”
“No auditory issues so far, no.”
“Unbelievable,” Sooyoung huffs. Yoo Sangah leans back, looking almost expectant, but when Sooyoung only says, “Alright, next question,” disappointment seems to flicker across her expression for the briefest of seconds.
It’s probably nothing. Sooyoung tries to focus on the interview, not at how a dating rumor involving her and Yoo Sangah would be like.
[sangah_ebooks] [22:45]
did you guys read that new interview with ysa……… listen im not saying theres a reason she never agrees to have interviews with anyone aside from that one magazine and ONLY that one journalist. but… harold…
[blackflames_empress] [22:46]
you’re reaching even further than half the idiots on this godforsaken website. what is this, a shitty idol AU fanfic?
[ysaluvr] [22:48]
it’s ok maybe someday you, too, can be the only tabloid journalist a beautiful idol will agree to be interviewed by
[ysaluvr] [22:48]
THEY BLOCKED ME SO FAST I THINK I HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD