#fmhaewon

we did not reopen this blog just to get these types of ask, thanks.

Of course she loved promoting, she loved the live shows and the fun variety shows. She loved showing the fans all the things Rosebud had been working hard on the past few months. What she didn’t love was the early schedules. Remi was always the type to get to bed early and wake up at a suitable time but while promoting she always ended up going to bed too late and feeling horrible when it was time to get up. She shouldn’t have agreed to be one of the members promoting on a radio show this morning. She envied the girls that got to stay in their beds and sleep in today while she sat in a studio at 8am. Half an hour before the show started, Remi took a bathroom break and headed back to the waiting area, feeling so drowsy that she was about to fall over. Stumbling down the hall, eyes half closed, she turned the corner and banged right into another person, knocking him back and hitting her head on his chin.

“Holy s-” Remi almost swore in English before remembering her image. She blinked, trying to focused her vision while holding her sore head. “I’m so sorry, sir. Oh my...Are you alright?” She looked at who she’d run into and was instantly embarrassed. A popular idol from a senior group who was the same age as her and yet she’d called him ‘sir’...god.

— ☹ ; something that makes my muse upset

“failure, without a doubt. it’s self-explanatory.”

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