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{💌: Eros }: I...have.{💌: Eros }: I guess that you’d like me to come over to your place?{💌: Eros }: I’ll be over soon.  

Psyche awaited his answer from the text she’d replied back with a delicate sigh on her lips. To say that she had been awaiting such a day wouldn’t be an exact incorrect answer. She had been waiting for the day that Eros would contact her, though..not in this particular way that she had expected. When Psyche had heard that he’d proposed to Amaterasu--a large part of her had been stunned, before a wave of internal fury and hurt and washed over her, before resignation finally took over and she’d accepted that they just were no longer fated to be as they’d once promised each other to be. Had she been bitter about it? Definitely--yes, Psyche considered herself to be married to Eros--they had been so, before the Gods after all. To hear of your husband who’d yet to see in eons propose to his lover wasn’t something that Psyche had foresaw in her length life. It hurt to hear of it, just as it hurt at the thought of it. It was to the point where she wanted desperately--for a moment, even for just a moment, to hate both Eros and Amaterasu for what they were both doing to her--but such bitterness truly went against what Psyche herself was innately compelled to, and that was to selflessly love everything and everyone. No one other than Psyche dearly hated the fact that the love she was supposed to feel for Eros and the amiable feelings she was supposed to feel for Amaterasu having turned into something that she would draw the line that was almost akin to bitterness and hate. It went against every single part of her principles, her very being and existence, and the goddess herself.

Where had all of that love gone to? It was almost a bitter curve of a smile that fluttered across her face as she took the slow but calming walk towards Eros’ place, the lights in the night sky flickering across her glittering eyes as she inhaled a soft breath, finally coming to a stop to his apartment above Minx, raising a hand and letting her fist gently fall against the door of his apartment. 

For @cindyfmd 

Alyssia never made it a habit to stay within the four walls of bc entertainment company--it always felt wrong for her to do so, as though a hole in her stomach had simply opened up swiftly, churning at the very thought of spending time outside the safety of her home, especially during the precarious time that she’d been informed of her father gracing Seoul with his presence. Alyssia supposed that she should be rather glad and appreciative towards bc for always keeping a look out for her father’s actions wherever he went, not to protect him if he did any wrong per say-- after all, he and her were estranged, and the name of Alyssia had nothing remotely of a relation that he would know or understand. 

She’d run away from home aged twelve, and ceased all contact with him from then on. A great choice on her part, only those who truly knew her would say. 

Alyssia sighed as she pressed a hand against the handle to the stairs, slowly opening the pathway to the rooftop of the entertainment company itself. If given a choice, she would rather not stay up here for her nightly talk with the stars--but with that huge Candy cutout  hanging in front of her apartment blocking her view of the lovely winking stars in the nightsky, Alyssia couldn’t help but seek a different place where she could possibly divulge her secrets in peace.

Talking to Candy’s cutout about her troubles and fears felt strange--not because it was a cutout, but more towards the fact that it felt strange to divulge something so secret and burdensome to her friends. Alyssia hated relying on others, or burdening other with the darkness of her past, and the whimsical fantasies were something that she turned to, learning to appreciate their sentience and quietness as they stared down at her from the skies above.

Her head tilted slightly, craning her neck backwards to the beautiful night sky, eventually flopping on the bench in the middle of the rooftop with a sweet sigh of comfort on her lips.

For @myungsooxfmd

Joo has a dirty little secret that she always swears that she can tell no one about--or else it would add on to the troubling issue of people perceiving her as a lame pervert, apart from all her other, various, no-jam nicknames.

The Hot Dongsaeng List. It was a list of people who Young-joo herself noticed, and considered hot, amongst everyone that she knew, across all three of the companies. From males, to females, each had their own separate, personal list, complete with the various reasons as to why Joo herself felt that they were pretty hot or cool.

It was such a weird habit that Joo herself couldn’t help but feel thoroughly embarrassed that she had such a habit--but hey, no one could actually fault a girl for eyeing people when she was surrounded by such hot specimens, right? And its not as though it was something she openly showed to everyone...so she shouldn’t have a problem having stuff like this...shouldn’t she? But the fact that she’d used fansite photos was probably weird and creepy enough...wasn’t it?

Youngjoo glanced a little at the clock, mumbling to herself as she reached into her bag, flipping around for the small, leather bound notebook--only to find that she had dropped it somewhere, much to her horror.

Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck---Joo immediately panicked, patting herself down, as though the book would magically reappear itself in her bag or pockets. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint where the hell had she dropped her secret book, and since she had written her name (in small print) in the insides of the leather bound book, she could only hope that it was found by no one. 

What she didn’t expect of course, was for it to be found later on in the day. And by an idol from another company---Joo groaned at her phone, regretting having actually put her name and her phone number into the tiny booklet as she briskly walked into bc, nervously stuffing her hands in her pockets as she came to the training room where Myungsoo had said he was in.

“My book.” She held out her hand, face flushed in embarrassment, voice partially muffled by the mask marring her face. “Please.”

For @fmdxchaeyeon

Joo is infamous for being a mother hen, especially towards her Silhouette girls. Everyone saw it as something typical of a leader, something that was necessary to show as a concern to, but not many understood how much of a personal thing it was for the older girl. To Joo, Silhouette was practically her family, and the only people that she was able to establish a proper relationship with, without having anyone leave her behind. Of course, the leader herself had her own favourites out of the team, even if she knew she was supposed to never have a bias towards any of them.

Out of all the girls that she called her family, Joo knew she was the most protective over the youngest of the team, Chaeyeon. There was just something about the maknae that made Joo resonate with her, understanding of some sort, perhaps--or just a desire to be able to take care of the only person she felt akin to a younger sibling. Chaeyeon had her issues, Joo knew--and that just endeared the younger girl to her more. Not because of how potentially problematic they were--no, it was more of the fact that Joo could understand what Chae really went through.

Despite all her indifference on the surface, no one else felt more stronger about others, other than Young-joo. Empathy was something that she had, but severely repressed. An intentional effort that she made in her youth to be the exemplary child her parents wanted, and then, later on in the future, an intentional effort to become who others wanted her to be. 

Chaeyeon had her own sufferings, similar to Joo’s own struggles, no matter how different or how slight. The younger girl would always be her baby, even as they grew older year by year. It was a rule that Joo implemented and wanted to see through herself, after hearing from the younger girl about her struggles. 

Joo would be the home that Chaeyeon needed, no matter the time, or the day. And that was exactly why Joo was stooping her aching back, moving some of the younger girl’s stuff into the spare room that she had labelled the Chaeyeon room, complete with a bedroom, vanity and everything that represented Chae as Chaeyeon.

“Feels as though we’re back in the dorm, aren’t we?” She turns her head slightly towards her favourite maknae, reaching over to lightly pinch the latter’s cheeks.

For @fmdtaeyong

Joo couldn't believe her luck. Her bloody--fucking luck. Of all the nostalgic individuals that made up of her vibrant life, she just had to bump into this one person that she had been trying desperately to avoid for more than a year, ever since their relationship had come to a full stop in the beginning of 2017 last year.

Taeyong. Or Ash, as she knew him.

She blinked. Once, or twice--did she stop breathing for a moment as well? Joo couldn't really tell. Rather, it was more of the fact that she'd been too shocked to take in a breath to acknowledge his presence. Joo had been avoiding Ash for way too long and for way too much. For various reasons. None of which were actually very valid except for the fact that they were exes.

They had both said words that hurt both of them back then--both by herself and him, and as much as she would have loved to fault him for their breakup--there was none more than to fault for the terrible ending of their happily ever after than Joo herself.

Joo swallowed visibly, considering simply turning and fleeing from where she currently was. She was never good with confrontations. It was something akin to the worst things that she could ever face--the tall, seemingly emotionally strong Young-Joo, cowering at the fact of facing her ex in the face, because of painful past memories and hurt that never really healed over from either of their sides.

Or at least--that was what she presumed. Joo spared a peek at Ash's face, a quiet sigh bubbling from her lips as she clenched her teeth and squeezed shut her eyes, determined to walk past Ash without so much of a glance or anything that would alert his attention to her.

But lady luck wasn't on her side.

She'd always been a klutz even with her own two feet--perhaps owing to her tall height and improportionate body proportions (at least that was what she believed), and a yelp escaped her lips as she went sprawling on the ground from her gangly feet. It was just as though how they'd met the first time when they'd started dating, with her falling over her feet, much to the quiet amusement of everyone around her. Everyone was more than used to it by now, though there were definitely some who speculated that she fell over often to garner attention from others (something entirely not of her own intentions, truly).

Joo couldn't care less at this point, cheeks flaming like a rose as she picked herself up hurriedly, brushing the lint and dirt off her clothes as she avoided eye contact with Ash, desperately trying to find a way out of this awkward situation that she had entrapped herself within.

“Are you falling for me yet?” Joo stole a glance at the younger girl with a rare but slightly cheeky grin, her eyebrows popping for a moment as she shot Yebin a wink, lightly cackling to herself, before giving a slightly yawn of boredom and nestling her cheek against her hand. “Are you?” She reclined back in the chair almost lazily, arms supporting her head as she lightly rocked back in the chair, uncaring of how precarious it was on two hind legs. With her record of falls--Joo was more than used to crashing to the ground without notice, or falling like a piece of fragile paper. Somehow, even over her own feet could be a cause of distress. 

But now wasn’t the time to worry about that. Joo rubbed her face slightly, tilting her head at the younger girl as she hummed a sweet but whimsical tune she had thought of in a split moment. It was fun teasing Yebin, and Joo was pretty much close to nearly all of the gold star trainees and members, her easygoing personality a star favourite for people wanting her to be their friend.

“You can choose not to answer that question if I’m far too dazzling for you--” She slumped lazily onto the table, her face plastered to the sides. “All I wanna do is go home. And sleep. I thought a few well worded compliments would make you not force me through the torture of shopping--”

As it all came with adorable, cute dongsaengs with fluffy or well..cute cheeks, Young-joo had a tendency to be physically affectionate towards them, often finding her hands creeping to either pinch their cheeks, or to greet those younger dongsaengs with something akin to an overly affectionate, big hug. 

“Jinah--” Joo nearly toddles towards the younger girl, her grabby hands struggling not to reach and pinch the younger girl’s cheeks. People told her that she was affectionately grabby , something that the Silhouette leader was never able to refute, albeit a little disgruntedly. Joo lightly stifled a yawn, stretching her body with a loud groan as she tried to relax her muscles, unfit as they were.

She had been resting at home for a few days after the vigorous variety show filming, her back aching and arms screaming in pain from all the varies knocks that she had gotten from participating in the variety show. 

“Practicing in the training room again?” She enquired with a slight tilt to her head, barely noticing and dodging with a yelp the door that swung open in her way, missing it by a few centimeters, and ending up in a incredibly comical position against the wall. “Don’t you dare laugh--”