#pxra

Another thing she’s proficient at, is a shot. So her poor victim didn’t have a chance. “Oops,” mischievously grinning at @lgcjaekyung “to be fair, I wasn’t the one who brought out all these out.” Maya shrugs, the toy ready at arms at any given moment. “If anything, you really should blame them.” Tilting her head towards their seniors, as she dodges a few water balloons being hurled her way. 

Aside from being a trainee for the past three years, just about ready to debut and potentially going down another career path (the talk with Jinseo a few weeks ago did spike her interest), she still couldn’t believe the close proximity she has with like of Haru and Daebak Shidae. Now one would never describe Maya as a coward or shy, but dear lord when her favourite idols walked passed through the corridor, she couldn’t help but to press her back against the nearest wall after greeting them. Elegant fingers instantly grasping Soyoun, gripping tightly at her close friend’s dainty hand, as she held her breath. 

It only took a few moments, until the other’s were surely out of hearing before she could finally breath and turn to Soyoun completely. “Holy shit. I mean, damn. Like fuck.” Making a show to fan her hand over her blushing face. “Do they know they’re Adonis reincarnate? Gurl, I mean did you see Seo Hanuel? The swag on that man and don’t even get me started with Hyunbin. Lord, Soyoun, they must have just gotten out from practice too, being all sweaty like that.” She sighed wistfully as she leans casually against her friend, “... or maybe something else.” Wiggling her brows as she squealed giddily next to Soyoun. 

This shit never gets old. 

Is he going to get in trouble for this? Oh most definitely. Is that going to prevent him from doing this? Absolutely not. Is this solely going to benefit him and feed his ego? Yes. Laurent is a very selfish and vain man when it comes to certain people’s attention. He is not afraid to exploit his charisma and charms over them. 

“Mon cheri, please...” Sliding behind Max as he slips an arm over the younger’s shoulder. Pulling the slightly shorter male flushed against his front as Laurent playfully leans his cheek on the other’s soft but styled hair. “Polaris would be on in about an hour, I let them finished my makeup but I told only you, my mon petit cheri, could help me get dressed.” Forcefully shoving his costume into Max’s hands.

for @lgcjinseo

It’s that time of the year again. When everyone is with their families and friends, celebrating the holidays and the end of the year. In all honestly, this is the time when she felt homesick the most. Regardless of the fact that she’s been a trainee for the last three or so odd years, no amount of time spend away for them, will stop her from longing to be with them again. 

But she most remain focus with her goals. Whatever they evolve to be.

Taking a sip of green tea, she huddled closer to herself, leaning back and fort towards the table between them. “So, what do you think?” Why they choose to seat outside of the cafe during the snow season was lost to Maya. Well, not really, because the snow is God-damn gorgeous and only comes once a year. “Don’t get me wrong, I want to be an idol and all... but I want to see what else I can do, y’know?” 

It was always interesting to see the shift in the dorm dynamics change as former trainees turn into rookies idols and new trainees fill up their spots. On one hand the seniority of being both in the company, thus the dorms, had its perks. While it was a constant reminder of how long she’s been a trainee. No shame in that of course, especially when it’s genuinely her choice. 

All that aside, Maya finishes up her morning stretches and puts on her ‘clean up-get up’. A oversized  gray t-shirt and comfy olive green bike shorts, before going about her morning routine. It takes about twenty-minutes till she’s officially ready to conquer the day, but prior all that, she makes her way to through the dorm to wake up her favorite accomplice. 

“Yinuo-ah~ wakey wakey, eggs and backy.” Their vocal coach would surely cringe at the off tune jiggling she lets out, biting back an amused smile, she goes further into the other room. “Good morning yo, wake up we got some chilling to do.”

These workshops are going to take months, actual months- not just hours, a few days or even just a week, but truly months. Not that she’s complaining, more as that she really would rather be doing something else. With a defeated sigh, she looks down at the schedule of the workshops written out in a fancy looking pamphlet, trying to figure out which one she would end up attending. Mind filled with inner voice conflict and debate, she meanders through the hall ways of the company building, before finding herself in front of the coffee shop. 

“Might as well get coffee.” She says aloud, completely uncaring if someone else heard her talking to herself. It’s been a busy day and eventually she knew that a choice needs to be made when it comes to these workshops. It doesn’t take long before she spots a familiar looking handsome figure not so far from where she stood. “Hey Kee, how’s it going?” Immensely glad she could speak in English with him, missing her first language during stressful times like these. “What are your thoughts on these?” Waving the schedule towards him, as she takes a step towards the ordering line for coffee. 

To be quite frank, she doesn’t really understand why they have to spend months for these composing and production workshop. Personally she would much rather they gave some trainees other options for those who are not interested in these sort of things. They could have thrown something in for those who were more into learning a new instrument or other forms of performing arts, like drama classes. A variety of workshops that could appeal to everyone. Besides, one of the integral part of creating music is learning how to at least play a basic instrument or something. 

With a heavy yawn that she barely manages to suppress, Maya along with others who attended that last hour’s workshop exits the vast room. Quickly spotting him down the hall way, she makes her way towards Ji, calling out to him gently. “Ji! Hey, how’s it going? Did you attend the workshop?... you going to lunch?” Standing beside him eagerly, hoping desperately that she could join him for a meal if he hasn’t already eaten.