#milan.nova

after more than two years since her FIRST public appearance, milan has a good number of fansites/fanpages. but SIX are considered top tier by domestic and international fans alike

as somebody who rarely plans things out and usually does things on a whim, milan has spent more time that she cares to admit on this little project. the first hurdle being of course having carte blanche on the design of both pieces. so many possibilities. she'd make up her mind one day then change it the next. this wasn't a linear process at all for her but rather a choatic one, reminiscent of when she had to work on long term projects during her student days. without surprise, she submitted her final selection close to the deadline while exclaiming "ah! i don't know! whatever!". thankfully, seeing the final result, she has no buyer guilt.

microphone: after much deliberation, milan has decided to keep her microphone quite simple and simply request a slight shimmering effect, so that the peach color looks like it has specs of glitters doted here and there inside it

milan came in here knowing one thing; her birthday drink needs to be peach based. considering the season and current temperature that seoul has been experiencing, a hot drink is out of question. and finally, since she's turning 22, said drink needs to feel ~adult~ like. something like a peach marguarita. she's never had one herself, but it sounds good and pretty adult. as for the dessert itself? truth be told, she hasn't had much time to think about it with nova's comeback preparations underway. and perhaps she's also been avoiding anything related to food lately. "so yeah, i'm not too sure about what i would like as dessert, just something light that can be eaten comfortably and that will pair well with the drink." she finishes explaining to the poor barista/baker assigned to work with her that day. she smiles innocently at the man, giving him hopefully puppy eyes after unpacking in rapid fire her various thoughts and ideas. to give props to the employee, it only takes him a few seconds to come up with various ideas.

milan isn’t a trainee anymore, but being called to hyuncheol’s office still fills her with worries and anxiety. not that she’s ever been called to his office to be scoleded or anything like that, but the possibility still remains. logic tells her that she never had a properly negative interaction with the man, still, in her head, he remains a stern presence that holds her future in legacy in his hands. perhaps it isn’t that simple anymore, but her status of ‘idol’ hasn’t fully sunk in just yet.

after a soft knock on the door, the rookie carefully steps in, looking much like an alarmed puppy, ready to run, tail between its legs. she hestitates before sitting down, much rather preferring to remain standing, in case she needs to run out the door, but she obliges after a few seconds.  

the truth behind being called here today turns out to be quite... surprising. “me?” she can’t help but ask. she prepared for so many doom scenarios only to be met with... a proud hyuncheol. the girl without charm, the girl who’s lacking, the girl who shouldn’t have made it. she purses her lips as her eyes fill up with tears at the way the man speaks to her. “of course i’ll do it!” she exclaims as tears burst out of her eyes.