holding on

“People underestimate the things I would do for this bread.” the words are spoken before she takes a ginormous bite of her sandwich, letting out a quiet hum of glee as she wiggled in place. She was truly glad she had found a small mom and pop café-restaurant that she could sit at and not have to worry about fans bomb rushing her. It really gave her a better sense of normalcy and comfort. “The only thing I ask is that you not tell a bunch of people about this place, it’s a secret little hideaway!”

“it took me a second to realize you meant bread and not money,” he admitted with a little laugh, scrubbing his face with his hand. he liked scope’s music, but some of the english they added to the songs clearly had an effect on his brain. “i cross my heart-- i’ll keep it to myself. i won’t even go either, as long as it means you’ll bring me snacks to buy my silence.”

“i don’t have a lot of time to teach you this choreography, so i need you to really pay attention, okay?” daewon said firmly, adjusting his hat and crossing his arms. “you film your music video tomorrow. we need to get this done today.” 

“i understand,” sanghee said, biting back any hesitation or self doubt he was holding. he had a job to do, no matter how much he believed in his own abilities as a dancer-- under this much stress or otherwise. “is everyone else up to date? am i the only one who needs to learn this?”

“the stylists want to dye my hair, but i’m so scared. i don’t think i want them to…” ripley admitted, eyes wide with panic. “i feel like orange has become my signature; i like how i look with it! and remember that stupid bowl cut they gave me? no matter how long passes, i still am traumatized by that…”

“if you have the face for wild colors, i think any color could work,” sanghee admitted. “don’t you want the opportunity to try something else that could end up being really cool?”

“i got asked in an interview yesterday about how new age chooses who’s in what unit, and i feel bad, because i just froze,” raein said, rubbing the back of his neck. “i have no idea what’s going on– do you think new age knows what’s going on?” @rvroyi​ @rvsangmin​ @sangheerv​ @chenrv​ @rvbaohui​ @rvquin​

“they must have some sort of system. i can only assume they try to decide based on who they think will best execute the concept or the music they have prepared, but really.....i have no idea. i couldn’t tell you. your guess is as good as mine,” he admitted sheepishly

“oh, um…. you mic pack is loose,” kyungmi said softly, tapping the man in front of her on the shoulder, eyes flashing in recognition when he turned around. “oh! we… we’ve met before, haven’t we?” @sangheerv​

“oh, is it? damn, i thought i’d secured it well enough this time....” sanghee mumbled to himself, twisting himself into a pretzel to try to fix it before looking up to kyungmi. “oh...i think so? i was a lot younger, though. like....thirteen years old, younger. i used to be in 24seveN, if that rings a bell- i think we probably crossed paths.”

she’d taken so many risks. huge risks. stupid risks, probably. but she’d been feeling suffocated. she loved performing, and she wanted to love it again, instead of feeling like she was just dancing along with her heart out of it. but it was tough.

he was tired-- he’d known since he was a kid how taxing being an idol really was, but somehow, it was even more so now than when he was in 24seveN, there was so much to do. maybe it was because of the online aspect of idol life blowing up, but it was like he never got a second to breathe