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♛    Bunny had enlisted the help blonde in front of her for Sugar’s debut music video. She was no stranger when it came to having a good eye for those with talent and for her, Soojung was no different. Having taken note of the younger’s work with other idols and just her own freelance work on herself, she figured she’d give her a chance. And who better to do it with than her soon to debut girl group. After all, it seemed as though if anything, Soojung would be able to capture the whimsical and almost dreamlike essence of the girls and their concept. Watching as the woman finished putting the finishing touches on Blossom before allowing the redhead to bounce over to their set, Bunny raised an eyebrow, her hands resting in the pockets of her denim overalls. 

“What made you want to get into makeup, hm?”

                                                hellosooj​

[ ❄ ]  — Xero lets out a strangled sigh, slender fingers running through his now-cut short ebony-coloured hair. Waking up early, around an ungodly hour, wasn’t one of the things he likes doing. Heading to the customs, he kindly entrusted an enclosed enveloped to one of the officers, an instruction given with it. Flicking his wristwatch towards him, it was now six-thirty am, and if his estimations were correct, the current flight to Tokyo should be in a couple of hours (sans the lineup and baggage checking). 

Incheon Airport’s cool air greeted Xero’s pale skin, a tongue swiping along his lower lip; the things he would do to make it up to Soojung. He sat himself down on one of the waiting area’s lounge, flipping his phone out, sending a string of messages to the recipient.

[ sms—; wanda ] hey, when’s your flight?? [ sms—; wanda ] i have some things i need to do today, i’m not gonna be able to send you to the airport.

<!--- Today @ 5 minute ago ---!>

[ sms—; wanda ] if a security guard approaches you, don’t freak out.  ㅋㅋㅋ have a safe flight  안수정. 

[ sms—; wanda ] (file attached) 

Before he left to commute back to Seoul, Xero lingered around, waiting for a small glimpse of his ex-girlfriend, but as usual, their meetings have never been direct. In the envelop given was a letter, its content neatly printed; the paper embossed with flowers along the corners...

[ sms—; wanda ] …

[ sms—; wanda ] hmm, you’re 21 now right?

  Xero laid flat on his back, arms spread out against the practice room’s hardwood floor. As the cool air made its way towards his back, Xero received a notification. He slowly sat up, a hand rubbing against the nape of his neck. It was quite irksome, but he would never admit it. In his own point of view, it seems like she only contacts him when she needs something, or rather, when she wants something from him. It was a selfish thought, but it was all the main dancer could see; it was all he could think of when he’s with her. Staring down the screen with half-lidded eyes, a monotonous look fell upon his face, replying with only a couple of words, displaying his cold and tired demeanor.

[ sms from—; wanda ] I fly to Japan on Friday. I’d tell you not to miss me but I know you won’t anyways ^^

Thanks for sending.