#nngin

(+429, 78) Shit, that voice of Delta. I miss him, I miss OK:GO. (+304, 88) bonjour, enchanté... Ian oppa. (-208, 90) no offense but.. leave the rapping to Ejei, Ian. (+400, 70) SHIT, TRIGGER AND ENGLISH, FUCK ME, THAT WAS SO GOOD I MELTED. (+390, -39) Another collab between the two hot rappers, please. ‘Back to Who though, Ian?’ (+782, +30) I anticipated, and I wasn’t disappointed, Delta and Trigger amazing. 

"Do rappers drink oil or something? Your tongue is so slick and mine is... ugh.” he tossed the piece of paper to the side. “I can’t even follow the right beats, why am I even in the lead rapper position?”

“She’s worth all the money you have.” Were the last words that left the bigger male’s lips before two other’s came out, followed by a pretty, petite blonde. Aleah moved to stand in front of the other, eyes widening to find this particular male sat in front of her. He wasn’t like her usual clients, he might have been around her age too; It caused a sudden nervous feel to come over her. Clearing her throat, she leaned over to hold out her hand for him to shake. “They brought me out, what d’ya wanna do with me?” A sweet giggle fell from her lips, soon waving a hand for the other’s to leave and not too long after that, they did. “Ah, I hope they introduced me as their best dancer ‘cause I am.”

— (#나너좋아해) —  “Ah, I've heard about this place so I thought I'd check it out. I'm a dancer myself...in a sense,” Euijin told the stranger as a hand of hers went up to give the side of her head a scratch. Unlike other idols, her own group had their fair amount of free time to spend. Lack of schedules caused her to get bored. She’d either exercise, play video games, watch dramas, or read manga to make use of the spare time that wasn’t eaten up by their group practices--she was tired of all that and was eager to look for something new. Word about Motiv had been spreading and out of curiosity, she decided to go there to see what it was like. Soon enough, she had struck up a conversation with someone who she didn’t know was the owner of the place the moment she step foot there.

       Lips thinned while the younger girl let her posture slump in defeat at his words. “Not even a little? There’s a high demand right now and your body type is perfect for the lead male in this.. I promise it’s not something super weird like...” Her words trailed off momentarily, red strands of hair falling to surround her still full figured cheeks as she looked over each shoulder before continuing her sentence. “ Last time.” It’s true, her profession may seem weird to outsiders who did not know the girl seated in the booth at the furthest corner of the shop, but he knew.  He accepted her and all of her ‘qualities’, yet gave her shit shit any chance he could, which of course elicited childish tangents that consisted of, and not limited to: pouting, whining, furrowing her brows as she glared at him, small pinches at the skin of his arms, and more whining. She decided to start there. “Yah... Woojin oppa! You were fine with this last week...” Her bottom lip began it’s rehersed tremble, slowly making itself known all the while staring intently at his features, waiting for the break in his composure. “Why did you even have me show up here if you just wanted to play around? You know I have a lot of work to do..”

normally he’d agree that staring at strangers could be considered rude, however this time he thought otherwise. he couldnt help but to stare at the result of a collision that just happened minutes ago; as if waiting for something else would happen. taking his eyes off the scene, he looked at the other male and soon nodded his head in agreement. “yeah car accidents these days are no joke” he slipped his hands in his pockets and glanced back at the scene for a short moment. “shouldnt we wait for them to come or....” his words trailed off as he looked around his surroundings, noticing more and more people stopped what they were doing to look at what had happened.