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oof she’s pretty good at dancing and her expressions are on point too!!

that’s all she could do? i guess legacy only takes her because she’s pretty lmao

she looks petite, cute but also hot?! her body is goals and her face is just my type TT i hope to see this unnie a lot during the show!

she looks like she’ll smile in your face but talk shit behind your back….

Seojin’s current state put him in a vulnerable position. Asleep, head back, arms crossed. After some time practicing his vocals, he fell into a deep slumber on the plush red couch nestled in the corner of the softly lit room. Knowing about his obvious sleeping issues, the trainer must have allowed him to do so without interruption. Perhaps when he woke up, he would find it in himself to be grateful.

However, he currently sat in the mouth of madness ㅡ his own creative mind fabricating twisted visuals in the form of a nightmare. He muttered incoherent strings of words. In his dream he called out for anyone to come, as he was alone, trapped inside a void.

A door opening in reality seeped into his semi-conscious brain, making him believe one opened within his dream. Without realizing he muttered, “Close the door.” He was also unaware of his eyes barely squinting open to what appeared to be another chapter of the nightmare. ( Although he was unsure if the girl who just wandered in could be considered as such. Her stony expression etched itself into his eyelids. She was a familiar face, but her name escaped him.

“I’m sleeping. Go away, please...”

@lgcharin week three, practicing other groups’ songs. 

she lives exhausted, these days. 

three weeks of this show, three weeks of giving herself to the process of training even more wholly, even more relentlessly. it almost seems impossible. if you’d asked her a few months ago she would have told you she was giving everything she had already. now, she’s scraping at the bottom of the barrel, pulling out every vestige of desperation and drive left in her. the fire in her gut burns electric still, a wellspring that keeps her moving when it seems like her joints should be ground down to dust. keeps her pushing forward further and further until she hits that second wind, that third wind, that fourth wind. the limits of the human body are incredible, honestly. and she does what she can, to reserve energy, to pace herself. but it’s a marathon and they all know it, a steady pace with a burst at the end, a steady climb forward and upward, onward and higher. 

at least dance is something she’s used too. it comes naturally to her, something she’s dedicated a large portion of her life too. she moves, finally, to slouch against the back wall of the room, twisting the top of her bottle of eska water, tipping it back to take down a gulp that freezes through her chest, cold through her veins. she’s glad she shoved it into the mini cooler bag full of icepacks, rummages around to pull one bottle out to pass towards harin, a grin on her lips. 

the other senior trainee has been by her side for a long time now, and she appreciates her company more than she can comfortably express. the truth of that, honestly, is that she doesn’t talk about her own feelings so much as she feels them and then erratically acts upon them, if not first exhausted into thinking before she acts. luckily enough, being a trainee means she spends most of her life exhausting herself into good behavior in the name of professional development and artistic progress. “so, dalla dalla,” she breathes out after she’s caught air back into her lungs with reliable exhalation. “whatcha think of it?” it’s a stupid question. no one likes every song they’re assigned, and everyone knows that’s not what’s important. int he end what’s important is being able to sell what you’ve been given. it’s something to talk about though, when her brain feels like much between her ears, thought an exertion she almost can’t manage. “personally i’ve got my fingers crossed for sticking to the latata group.” 

@LGCENT just posted a photo!

A mini throwback to the time Harin and I spent a few days together in the summer! I’m going to miss the warm days, but please make sure to bundle up this winter and tell your friends you love them!

@LGCENT just posted a photo!

Hello! this is Lee Harin speaking~ did you guys enjoy the concert? I hope everyone had fun watching our performances 🖤

+5 japanese +2 notoriety [LINK]

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with the number of people present tonight, it didn't take too long for miso to lose mei. taking pictures, greeting the sunbaes and friends, at some point miso turned around and mei was nowhere to be found. her beautiful roommate had been her only hope that she might be able to go through this evening without losing her mind, but now she's nowhere to be found. miso is usually the life of the party, she thrives during such social gathering and loves every single bit of attention she can get. but not today. the whole week has been a living hell and the simple thought of the prank pulled on them earlier still makes her rage prank. but most important issue; her costume. her juliet dreams had to be replaced for a modern cinderalla look. chanel doesn't even like cinderella to begin with! she feels so defeated  by the current situation that she doesn't even have it in her to act like she's alright. the last thing she needs tonight is to fall on people she'd rather not see. 

@lgcharin

After the bliss of Sunday, a day full of training on Monday always seemed to drag on. Even when one is doing a job that they love, days off to laze around were always a more alluring option. After a grueling group vocal training, Mei is more than ready for the lunch break. She stretches her hands above her head, her red shirt had been tied up above her navel and rose up a bit as she did. She wore sculped lululemon tights that gave her lots of mobility while looking cute. She couldn’t imagine not trying to look her best even on a day to day basis. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself and she’d never hear the end of it if her mother found out.

It was funny to see her mom so worked up over every detail of her outfits. After she turned 14 her mom didn’t need to intervene with her on appearance as much. She learned well. Mei always tried to look her best. Thankfully she had just finished vocal lessons and not dancing, there was no sweat to pat off of her forehead just then. She walks down the hallway towards the lunch hall, looking around for familiar faces. It’s then that she notices a girl. She was a senior and though Mei had seen her a couple of times, she didn’t know her at all. She thought, she was one of the prettiest girls in the company, right on par with herself. Were it not for hierarchy, Mei would approached and befriended the girl herself.