Junha didn’t have to move an inch from his position (laid across the only sofa in the recording studio, notebook covering his face and a hand dangling to the floor), to know who’d come in. It was a voice he’d known since he started in 2K and one he’d known even better this year. He seemed to be with her all the time; through their recordings and practices, he was convinced her pitched voice was engraved into his memories, into his ear drums never to be forgotten again.

Not that he entirely minded, but there were times, such as right now while he was trying to get a nap between failed arrangement after another, that he liked his peace and quiet. With a groan and no further indication of his ruined plans, he sat up on the sofa and scratched the side of his nose. “Why are you here? Looking for me?”

It wasn’t that she wanted to bug him all the time, but she couldn’t help herself at times. She was working on a few projects for herself and heard he was in the studio and couldn’t pass up the chance to bother the other. The sight of him sitting up from what looked like would be the making of a good nap, Soo plopped next to him on the sofa, her head resting on his shoulders. A drawn out sigh slipped through her lips as she patted the bottoms of her shoes against the ground. 

         welcome messages

Junha didn’t answer right away, and for a few seconds he’d forgotten that the girl had said anything to him. He was too distracted with the numbers on his screen that the studio surrounding the both of them, and even the girl herself, had started to fade away. He quickly snapped back when he caught sight of her from the corner of his eye, fighting himself not to jump in fear of someone showing up unexpectedly (was it “showing up” when they’ve been there the whole time?).

“Uh…yeah,” he started, half-panicked at the fact that he couldn’t remember what she’d said before. Only until he caught a glimpse of it in their similarities, “You wouldn’t be better in a group, why are you paying attention to those anyway? Thought you wouldn’t read them..”

Normally, Chaeyeong would ignore comments, not pay that much attention to them but since the day of announcing her departure from AVID and then the news of the named group disbanding, she could only see her name in a bad light. She tried to ignore it by not being in the spotlight much; stay in the studio and in other words, be on a quiet hiatus, but as soon as she saw an article about her, she couldn't help but go and read the comments again. 

For a mere moment, she forgot there was someone sitting next to her until she accidentally elbowed him. And then the question was presented in the air; is she good enough to be a soloist? He didn't seem to register the question. Studying his features for a while, the light locks owned female elbowed him again, using much more force in the attack.

some days, it’s hard to believe that this guy was older than her. the amount of times she had witnessed him trying to act cute was uncountable at this point. most guys she knew only ever used aegyo when they are asked to on shows or for fans, but junha does it every time he deems it fit. it was rather unsettling, honestly. does he really think acting this way can get her to agree to him that easily?

Junha turned his head from the exit he had already planned on heading to, the confusion in her rejection evident in the way the middle of his brows creased. The corners of his mouth set downwards, almost pouting though he didn’t put enough effort into the push to make it quite there. A brief wrinkle of his nose showed the whining he had managed to keep down, and his mien had relaxed into one of curiosity, rather than disappointment.

“Well if you don’t want to do karaoke, and you don’t want to do skydiving, what else is there to do?” he asked, as if there weren’t AT LEAST 10 different answers to his question. Instead of offering one of the ten himself, he relaxed his shoulders back, eyes refusing to leave her face and waited for her to list one of the ten herself.

“IT WASN’T entirely my decision,” Koemi’s voice came out gentle, brows twisted together in worry. It was a large portrait, and she was lucky that the other was there to carry the other half. Regrettably, they struggled with getting it high enough, or placed straight on the wall, which left her to have to direct him even more. “Everyone thought it would look nice here...”