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----- “As a matter of fact,” he began to say while pulling out the chair that was beside hers, “we don’t.” His group was already used to the all-nighters they've been pulling since they participated in WIN -- their impending debut was right around the corner and so “sleep” wasn’t in their vocabulary whatsoever. Junhoe sat onto the chair and placed the can of unopened diet soda he was about to bring into his practice room beside her. He initially didn’t even know Chaerin was in the building, but the lit up recording studio caught his interest, thus he looked in and noticed her there, half-asleep and possibly dead to most of the world. It was known to all in YG that she was busy preparing for her upcoming solo promotions; Junhoe could only muster up a grimace at the state she was in. “How’s preparations? You’re leaving for the States soon, right?”

Alright, we can give a couple to the staff. {/he began to take out twelve of the drinks from the box that he carried in earlier, placing it onto the coffee table.} And that’s the main reason I came over, anyway. My group and I’ll be debuting soon, so it’s a good idea to get all friendly with the other sunbaes. {/he laughed at his own choice of words whilst setting down a couple of the drinks for both her group and stylists to enjoy. There was still some coffee left inside the box but he, being the brat he is, figured that he shouldn’t do all of the work, and so he nudged her and gestured at the remaining drinks.} C’mon, noona, help a struggling boy out.

----- A dry smile played on his lips as he plopped down onto the seat opposite hers. He wasn’t exactly that fond of the food in the cafeteria -- as GD once said in an interview: “the food isn’t all that great” -- which, to Junhoe, was undeniably true. Fingers tinkering with his phone, he assumed a more comfortable position on his seat with his long legs extending under the table and back slumped against his chair. “Birds of the same feather, flock together, right?”, he asked her, though his eyes remained glued to the chat message he was typing up, “I saw photos of that shoot you did with BIGBANG-sunbaenim -- how’d it go?”

----- I wonder who this could’ve been…

Logged on to see that my post about going on a hiatus wasn’t uploaded...ANYHOW, I’ll be slowly getting to threads again on here -- and by “slowly” I mean REAAALLY slowly bc I’ve been hella busy. My muse for Junhoe is still pretty low (which is why I haven’t been on his AIM much these days) so I’ll try my best to keep things going still.

{SMS 2:33PM} ugh....even you’re as irritating as him.... {SMS 2:33PM} If he’s told you anything, they were all lies {SMS 2:34PM} gonna be burning all his lip balm in the kitchen now

    “That I’m oftentimes a passive dick that’s a hundred and one percent done with the world–?”, he asked her curiously, eyes gazing away from his phone and at her. The two were seated on either end of one of the huge couches that his dorm’s living room had to offer as he was busying himself with playing a few games. Before he could answer her question, he directed his attention back onto his phone and laughed a bit too dryly in response. “The netizens like to say it’s true…I mean, it sorta is, but I’m still pretty fun and cheerful.”