There is always a time before the spotlight, the fame, the money, the fashion; a time before everything that is dazzling and brimming with glamour, hypocrisy and stress. Kibum remembers a lot about said time not because he got to experience it first hand, no, he was one of the lucky ones: a person noticed by the upper heads out of sheer luck. However, for the past four years, he has witnessed the passing of so many youthful, pretty faces in the ranks of idols and whatnot. Some stick longer than others, and then there are those like the girl before him, the very unique ones that manage to leave an impression on him.
Kibum tilts his head slightly, hazel eyes sharpened by the dark kohl of eyeliner seem harder and colder than they usually are, but he doesn’t care –has giving up on caring about how he comes across to others.
“Such an endearing twist to an utterly cliché-d line,” he smiles, rosy lips tilted by the corners just so a shy of dimples show in his cheeks. “They do say bad decisions make the material for the best stories. Thinking this way in a world like the one you are working at though,” he takes a small breath, lips pursing in contemplation. “…can’t tell if that’s wise, or brave.”
Chanmi spent most of her idol life invisible, she wasn't as popular as her unnies, and most people thought that AOA's maknae was Kim Seolhyun. Not that she blamed people for thinking that, Seolhyun did radiate maknae beauty after all but she was determined to make her own name for herself. To gain her own fans, of which she already had a few, and gain her own popularity, she’d already gained more fans from the fact that she communicates with them often, through social media like instagram and yet it still wasn’t enough for AOA fans as most still chose to look at her unnies; not that she could blame them but at the same time being invisible was probably better, at least she wasn’t mobbed by fans all the time.
She twists her orange hair with her fingers, eyes looking out of the window onto the rain that was pouring down on Seoul rather than on the male himself. Perhaps it was the rain causing all this thinking for Chanmi, or perhaps the rain just helped her see her true thoughts.
“Ah you think so?” She turns facing him with a small smile. “I’m known for being rebellious but I guess because of my image, I come off more clean than I should,” she chuckles softly. Being put on a pedestal by her company and her fans, as the same with all idols, though pasts could be dark, no one ever saw past the pedestal. “I would like to think I’m brave, but actually I’m more reckless than anything.”
