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“i don’t know, i think it’s about time we retire the lift in butterfly,” rosie said. “or we change who’s involved. because i’ve gotten taller since that song, and i was already mad tall. and these days, we mainly perform butterfly during concerts, so we’re already so tired and i just think one of these days someone is going to get hurt…”  @rvmissy​ @rvdahlia​ @rvbiyi​ @rvmelody​ @rvdestiny​ @rvjiwoo​ @rvyujeong​ @rvhinata​ @rvzria​ 

“makes no difference to me. i just get to look pretty on the side,” dajeong said with a little shrug. “unless you want to trade! i can be lifted, and you can do one of my parts,” she giggled. she liked being the center of attention. and also just the center. what was better than being the center and being lifted?

“please tell me you’re joking– you’re not packed yet?” wes asked, a bit of panic in his voice. “the plane is early tomorrow. we have to leave the dorm by 5am to make it on time. you don’t have time to pack before we leave,” he insisted @rvmissy​ @rvdahlia​ @rvbiyi​ @rvmelody​ @rvdestiny​ @rvjiwoo​ @rvyujeong​ @rvhinata​ @rvzria​

“i was tired so i went to sleep early! i thought i was gonna wake up early too, but i slept through my alarm,” dajeong whined. “i’ll pack everything tonight. or at least the essentials. if i need to borrow clothes, i’m sure people won’t mind......”

when junxi was told that new age was planning a company-wide collaboration stage for a special edition of music bank, they weren’t sure what to expect. that stage needed to be huge– the smallest group in the company was twelve members. the smallest. but when they opened the door to the practice room, and all they saw was dajeong? they were shocked. junxi awkwardly stepped through the door, adjusting their windbreaker. “hey, uh… am i early?” @rvdahlia​

dajeong got dropped off way too early for this stage, but she supposed it made sense. most of the girls were walking over from the dorm, and the rest had schedules elsewhere. still, she had no idea what she was doing, and being alone made her feel kind of out of place and awkward. she almost breathed a sign of relief when another person came in. “i have no idea-- but if you are, so am i,” she answered. “i just got dropped off by my manager and told to come here... i’m clueless.”

her heart fell– she knew that look. this person didn’t know her, but they saw all the headlines. they’d never seen her as an idol, but they saw dispatch labelling her a traitor. all the thai fans calling her a deserter for leaving her group behind for byulbit. “hey, wait, can i explain?” she asked softly. “it’s really not what you think.” 

“i don’t know... my sister’s told me about what you did,” dajeong said, frowning. “and it’s really not cool. i love my group-- i could never imagine betraying them for money.”

“if you’re too busy, it’s okay… i won’t be upset,” goeun insisted softly, hugging her script to her chest. “i just need to have this script memorized for my eval tomorrow and thought it would be easier if someone ran lines with me but… i can ask my sister. maybe she’s free…”

“i can help you!” dajeong said excitedly. “i’ve always wanted to try acting! i wonder if i ask new age, if they’d consider letting me try out for a drama someday.... i bet i’d be a great actor...”

“i don’t know what dispatch fuckin expected,” seola snorted. “my last song before this release was about sex. like, explicitly. you really think that if i want to make that kind of music i can go on the music show circuit? not a fuckin chance.”

“i like the music show circuit! the lights and sets are so cool.. and the fanchants make me feel famous,” dajeong replied dreamily. “our songs aren’t about that, though, so i guess i can see the difference.”