#centurystarter

–––––––– beau looked up from his phone with an exasperated sigh. he didn’t use the device as often as he did before debut since didn’t have a lot of time. however, he tried to make some time between practices and appearances to read comments from select x’s fan base. “ people keep asking me ‘top or bottom’. honestly, i would just be excited to have a bunk bed. ” 

It had been a long day, after hours of dance practice, interviews and a long photoshoot Minho was exhausted. The idol didn't even had the energy to make it to his room, laying down on one of the couches on Century's main lobby instead. “Hm, sorry I'd really like to continue our conversation but I might fall asleep very soon. It's not your fault, though. M' just really tired.”

Here he was again, staring blankly into space inside the upper lobby of Century records. His eyes trained on the dial clock for no absolute reason other than he was tired and waiting. For what, he wasn’t sure. Maybe someone who would come and talk to him, or someone to give him something to do. Euijin’s life was like this though. Always waiting to be told what to do, or listening to others. Between his father and his training it was all he really knew how to do other than sing, really.  He’s so lost in his thoughts he doesn’t notice the other person walking towards him, nor does he acknowledge the words they say, that is-- until they drop their phone onto his crotch and the pain that surges up his body as his legs clamp together. “huh??” He says, sucking in a breath and trying to alleviate his pain.

inkyeong limps through the hallway of the company building. she had been so close to making it back unscathed, but of course, she would eat dirt while skateboarding. inkyeong’s knee had taken the worst damage from the fall. carmine liquid ran down her leg slowly as she tried to find an empty space. it wasn’t the first time saeun had gotten an injury from her hobby or her worst injury, but she wanted to hide it from her manager. thankfully, there’s an empty studio but there’s someone blocking her way. “excuse me, please.” she says quietly, “i really don’t wanna get blood on you.”

Sipping on his coffee, Lucien walked into the company building charged and ready for the day. He was excited to start practice and finally get that routine he had been practicing. He walked towards the elevator and press the button to go up. He sipped on his coffee while looking at his surroundings before realizing who he was next to. “Hey!” Lucien greeted with a grin. “I didn’t see you there! How has your weekend been?” He asked.