#converse.

      it wasn’t the first and it wouldn’t be last. wasn’t that the truth for most things? it was surely true for many mutants, she was sure: pushing themselves to their limits or in some ways accidentally using up the finite resources they had to spend. at least hers could be registered, monitored or brought to obvious realization she had pushed too hard when her hands began to shake and the world suddenly traveled on a tilt.

      and normally she planned in advance, normally she was prepared with supplies that kept her going before a problem like this popped up, or before she’d let anyone at the institute be troubled at her expense. with shaky arms full of pedialyte and several other supplements that nearly wiped the pharmacy’s shelf supply into nonexistence, today was definitely not a normal day. still, with a lazy, wide smile, she remained polite, calm, steady, despite being shuffled out the doors, bags secured poorly in her grasp. it took one poor step and karmatic thought of how could they stay in business with such rushed service and half the bags slipped from her hand with a beautiful breaking of bottles.

      “ crap. i can fix this. i can fix this. ” but as the artificial colors seeped through the plastic and bled together over the pavement, her limbs reminded her at the moment she was drained-- any attempts to fix it with time wouldn’t be wise... and there were no future selves that had intervened to suggest she should even try. 

      “ i can fix this, ” she repeated, sitting down in front of the mess like a child in awe over spilled milk. “ how can i magically mop these up back into non-broken bottles? ”

Day after day Sunmi witnessed both of her parents work extremely hard for the numerous passions they possessed since she was an adolescent. You wouldn’t have known there was an ounce of knowledge within the dark brown haired girl, accurately enough there wasn’t many who knew the intelligence that lurked behind closed doors. There were a few idols who she knew personally due to the various managers who called the company for apparel reasons. You could say it could’ve been a primary reason from her parents- considering being the daughter of the business was something essential; to them anyway. Sunmi mostly chatted over instagram posts or even kakaotalk messages but never in person considering how busy their schedules were, all in all there was complete understanding.

Her tone became genuine and sincere yet attentive, shifting directions to look at the younger- smiling delicately while laying a hand on their shoulder. “Of course. It’s always worth it. I know you work so hard and you can only go up from here so don’t feel down okay? There’s so much more ahead of you. Is there something you want to talk about considering you asked me that?”

The hand that rested upon her shoulder provided a sense of calmness, soothing away her worries into oblivion in that moment. For such a successful group with only just over a year of experience, it would seem intangible for the member to express doubt, however, behind the positive exterior and wealth was a blanket of concerns that swayed silently in the breeze. Jennie rarely uttered them (if ever) yet somehow her tongue slipped and thoughts spilled out without volunteering.

It was not the public’s reception that terrified her though, instead her bosses critique and absence of praise that pressed her to feel they weren’t quite hitting the mark -- she may look like one to easily take harsh judgment, but deep down her CEO’s words struck like a knife. Of course, there was always room for improvement and Jennie understood this, however, she wasn’t sure of how far that line of improvement strayed from her teams current standing. Were they good enough?

“That’s…true.” Joohyun would have to agree. The world was filled with people, and she did not normally believe that people were one-sided. All of us, good or bad, has a certain point where we show qualities opposite from what we are known for. And that’s exactly what Joohyun believed: evil had good, and good had evil. “We are…human. We commit things we thought we are not capable of sometimes.” She shrugged. She thought of it as some sort of human nature; something that they couldn’t control. “All we have to do is to be weary, right? Though it’s not easy…why are you suddenly bringing this up?” She finally asks her. It was a very serious topic, and it was not a normal conversation starter. Well, the members of Blackpink and Red Velvet were at the starting point of friendship, anyway. Knowing Jennie in this sort of way was going to be interesting, she thought.

Jennie hummed softly in agreement, chin resting atop of hands as elbows dug into the table. With eyes fixated upon her older acquaintance, it was not long before she was soon presented with the question, propping herself up and swiftly straightening her posture. “Aah, well... I find it quite interesting. There’s never a right answer for these type of things, eonnie. I’m curious to know other’s thoughts,” shyly, a mellow chuckle sounded, “I understand if you think I’m-- odd... for bring it up. I just thought since you’re my eonnie and senior, you may have a better grasp of the concept than me.” Pupils fell to the table momentarily whilst lips pursed gently together, quietly sheepish that she had sprung the conversation to such a gripping subject.

A sigh was all she could breathe out. She had repeated the move for the nth time already- and yet it was still awkward. Glaring at her own reflection she attempted it again without a single thought, but this time even her timing was lacking. “Let me take a break.” She mumbled, seating herself down on the practice floor. the younger girl’s words were ringing in her mind; mainly because she knew it was true. Jisoo was never the best dancer in the group but she had always shown potential, an exactly that potential wasn’t shown today. “I can’t do it. I need more practice.” The girl uttered in a monotone, lifelessly staring at the the floor.

Oftentimes during practice, Jennie was sure to push each member to their limits and insist they go through areas in which needed improvement -- today was no exception. Tirelessly, she had her older member run through the same step, monitoring and demonstrating when needed. However, it was blatantly obvious that Jisoo was frustrated and improvement was not anywhere near around the corner if the rapper were only to continue to nag.

     “A dream or a secret, huh?” He looked off into the distance, trying to think of something to share. Chi Hoon doesn’t make too many secrets and his dreams aren’t all that exciting so he wasn’t sure what would be good to say. “This shouldn’t be this difficult…” He chuckled. “How about a silly dream? Not a night dream but a dream like goal.” Giving a goofy grin, his arms then folded proudly over his chest. “I want to become a pro Overwatch player. I’m pretty good in ranked so I think I have a chance someday!”

    Seungri asked about Jennie’s companion before she parted ways with them to spend time with him out of plain curiosity, also stating that she looked like a pretty and bubbly person– leading to this kind of statement from his hoobae. It was intriguing, to say the least.

    “Otherworldly? A big word, but the first thing that comes to mind when I hear that is ‘alien.’” he said playfully. “I think that description fits every important woman in my life, especially Chaerinnie and Bommie noona~ You’re quite the threatening lady as well, Jennieyah.”

“I’m threatening ...?” words fell from the tip of her tongue, eliciting a dumbfounded tone though contrasting was the humoured bearing of her posture. Of course, it was well-known that Jennie was at first perceived as cold and distant, yet, beneath that exterior lay a soft and fragile child -- a charm of hers, so to speak. “No way. You know better than that, oppa! My personality is really far from that. Only at rare times can I be truly threatening."

“Well, i know that… I was just saying that if you DID murder me, you’d miss me!”