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She had the choice to live a finer life. Her father made it very clear when he gave two black credit cards and a burner phone to Hana. Just one swipe or one call and they will make all of her wishes come true. However, she has never adapted well to that kind of lifestyle. Never has she splurged on things she will never need or use, but she does spend luxuriously just to inform him that his dirty little secret still exists. She is the same Yoo Hana who diligently does her chores even if the person who have conditioned her into something like that through relentless nags wasn't here anymore.

The state of your home reflects with what you are feeling, her late mother used to muse about it. Given the mess inside her head resembles the storm arriving to bring terror, as to what the media has been sensationalizing about and has even ensued a widespread panic among its dumb citizens, in Seoul, she keeps everything at her place in check. Controlled. Unblemished. Immaculate. This is due to the hopes the magic phrase that has embedded in her will alternate its nature.

One of Prague Tower's revered amenities was their laundry service, but Hana opted to do everything on her own just to connect with the commoner's life she grew up with. Luckily, there was still an area, although secluded, where she can pursue her errands. It was almost unknown to most of the building's residents. An amenity that was left behind to rot in dust and rust after adapting to the more modern way of city living.

As she watched the machine emitted a low grumbling hum, another person seemed to have made their presence known as they shuffled behind her. She didn't even bothered to look at the other, choosing to focus on the spinning lumps of wet fabric from the translucent round glass instead. Hana has no intentions to build a camaraderie with the other residents, unless they were deemed useful to her. That was, until, everything went black.

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He blinks. Then blinks again. Someone’s holding on to his arm, so he tilts his head to look who it is. The male next to him looks vaguely familiar, like he’s met him before, but he’s not entirely sure where. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he can’t quite pinpoint. A frown creases his forehead, which only deepens when he looks around and realises that the street he was in before has disappeared and made way for a building’s hallway of some sort.

It doesn’t take him long to realise he had another blackout, so he lifts his arm to check his watch. It’s three fifteen in the afternoon. On its own not a very shocking time of day, if not for the fact that he last remembers it being one forty-five, back when he was still walking on the road, on his way to the theatre building.

And now he is somewhere, a place he can’t pinpoint by its hallway but which he hopes to be the theatre building, and he has no idea whatsoever about what has happened to him in the time his memory is missing. Did he already talk to the theatre play producer? Did he make a decision about the offer they’d sent him to compose the music for their newest play?

He has no idea.

There is only one person around who can help him out, and that is the slightly familiar looking man on his side. So Yixing turns his gaze back to him and, upon looking at the features once more, forces himself to school his expression back to a polite and friendly one, banning the frown from his features.

“I’m sorry, I seem to have a momentary blackout. Where exactly am I?”

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There wasn’t a night when Lush would be deserted. The club had plenty of regulars, but it also attracted many new people, who often would show up again and again. Among those party goers was a bunch of familiar faces and not because they were frequenting the place, yet due to the fact they were famous in the city. Jiyong wouldn’t be able to count the amount of celebrities who graced Lush with their presence over the years he had been a DJ there.

Tonight wasn’t any different, though it didn’t feel like a repetitive routine. Once more he was curious about who would be winding up on the dancefloor to the music he would play and the excitement filled him up as if it was his first time spent behind the mixing board in front of such a fun-loving crowd.

With the tunes rich in bass blasting from the speakers located all around the club, he was entirely absorbed by the blaring beats that he nearly hadn’t noticed his colleague standing right beside him and waiting to replace him. When the song came to an end and the room was brimming with loud cheers, Jiyong swiftly took off the headphones and placed them down on the table. Giving his co-worker an amicable pat on the back, he nimbly rushed downstairs and now he was one with the rest.

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Thinking back to his teenage self, he wouldn’t say he had undergone diametrical changes. Some assets of his personality had been enhanced over the years, some had faded but not completely. His passions remained mostly the same, he wasn’t holding onto the transient hobbies he was fixed on for a short while. Music and art had always been occupying his mind most, ever since he could remember, yet the latter wasn’t something he was casually admitting even now. For no apparent reason, his love for all forms of creative crafts materialized on canvas, in marble or anything else was like his little secret he kept to himself. Only a few were aware of it. Those who were a part of his high school days probably wouldn’t deem Jiyong the art connoisseur realistic — hilarious, at the utmost. And if he had been one of them, he probably would’ve had a hard time believing it as well.

Going to boisterous parties at downtown clubs was a rarity already. Currently he was attending more chic events which required nifty outfits, but lately he simply preferred to stay in or hang out in a more placid place. Like today, when instead of being surrounded by heated up bodies he’s in the much more alluring company of artworks. Recently it has been his safe harbor, where he can ease off without being hindered by the dailiness’ oppressive nature.

@bbhx247 // 2018 . meeting room . pjj publishing . 2:40 pm

when she received pjj publishing’s email, yeeun was reluctant about the whole ordeal. since she was young, her goal was to live a peaceful life, away from fame and rumors about her life. high school already gave her a piece of the struggle she doesn’t want and now this company was bringing it back. however her friends encouraged her to do it. it’ll be good for the business, they would say and magok is her baby- how could she really throw this opportunity away? yeeun sent her reply accepting the interview with a heavy heart, but as she pressed send, her wavering heart calmed down for a bit. she knew she couldn’t avoid attention no matter what she does. it’s only right to face it head on for the sake of her business. plus, it did feel great to be considered a must visit spot in seoul. yeeun marks the date on her phone and prepared all night the day before.

the interview starts of slow and already yeeun felt her palms sweaty. it was always difficult to speak in front of an audience (even if it is only 4 people in front of her) and a camera filming her every move and glance. it was clear she was nervous, but yeeun composed herself better throughout the interview. soon her answers flowed naturally out of her, picking up the pace of the interview. “yes, i encourage everyone to visit at least once. my staff and i will make sure to accommodate your every need. our two story building will have plenty of space for families and friends who wish to find a comfortable place to study. our outside garden is also a relaxing place to be if you want to enjoy a book with the nice weather. i promise you won’t be disappointed.” yeeun smiles, nodding slightly, satisfied with her closing statement.

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taemin doesn’t ever seem to have short days, or days when he feels like himself again, days when he can just relax and chill and be okay with life. he hasn’t had anything like that in a very long time, so when he finally gets something that feels at least semi-okay, like he can go to the shop and get a cup of coffee and take maybe just ten minutes to drink it and look over his Instagram or something, it’s like a fucking miracle, like an eclipse. so rare, so precious, so true and soulful. he honestly excited.

so excited actually, that he’s actually not even taken off-guard when a wrench gets thrown into that plan, by the sight of one, byun baekhyun, sitting on the far end of the café taemin has just gotten his white chocolate extra espresso mocha latte in. he pauses a moment, blinking, almost not even recognizing him. geez, it’s been forever. they haven’t really been friends or hardly spoke to each other since they were kids, despite going to high school in the same buildings—they just never seemed to meet up or connect.

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Even for a famous model like Yuri herself, school was still a priority for her. She’s in her final year already and graduation was just around the corner. Yuri wanted to learn as much as she could before her University life passes her by so quickly. They came to Albee Theater to watch the dry rehearsal. It was their requirement for their acting class. Yuri knew that this was her chance to learn from the professionals. 

She had always dreamed of doing music and being under the spotlight, unlike her parents who took medicine and were both successful doctors. The whole class was fully absorbed as they watched the actors on stage. She felt like she was in a trance as the performance comes to an end. The applaud then fills her ears and she applauds as well. The actors then ask if they had any questions and they were told that they can go ask freely.