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it’s been about a week since she’d signed her contract now, and those past seven days had been hectic---arranging things at her school, having to move back home so she could save money, tearfully quitting her job---but with everything slowly settling down, she’s slowly allowing herself to get more accustomed to her new schedule, and she’d say she’s handling it quite well.

that is, handling it better than her older sister, at least.

since the day she’d been born, abigail had always been protective of her, doting on her, asking her invasive questions, trying her best to make sure seola never had a want or need that went unfulfilled. even now, she insists on making sure she eats well by sending her to training with a meal (delivered, because abigail can’t cook to save her life). but as much as seola loves her sister, abigail can be a bit...much. for years she’d check up on her at night to make sure she slept at a good time, always interrogated any boy she took interest in, and now, providing her with way too much food. there’s no way she can finish this on her own, even with her hearty appetite.

NON-CENTER PERFORMANCE (1/3): Infinte H - Special Girl

GRAY - KT's Ahjussi August '18 Evaluation with @rkkmh

being friendly and trying to help friends and colleagues out as much as possible, might be a fatal idea, but gray still wanted to pull through. as most trainees had chosen a girl- or boygroup song, they were in need of helping hands in order to do a satisfying performance. task was to do a center performance as well as take part in a performance being a non-center. challenging himself he had taken on a difficult dance routine and on top of that had accepted to help out in 3 other stages. this evaluation would be probably the busiest since he was signed under kt. luckily the performance with his kt buddy minhyuk wouldn't be too complicated, and as he already knew the lyrics of the song before, gray just needed to work on his swag, just enough to let the other rapper shine.

monitoring sunbae’s performances was the most boring time of the day, by far. although sunyoung understood the purpose of the matter ( or at least, she hopes that she looks like she does whenever the trainers are asking them questions ) doing it for years upon end seems rather monotonus, and it was considering that the mistakes that the trainers see as glaring are rather trivial in her eyes. she tries her best to pay attention most of the time, and sometimes her answers are akin to throwing a dart blindfolded -- but at least she tries. today, however, sunyoung finds it rather hard to when she finds her eyelids drooping with a heaviness. 

it’s even worse when the trainers steps out of the room for a call, leaving them alone to discuss the pros and cons of a certain performance of lc9′s lucifer. eyes gaze over to her partner that she’s seen around the building a couple of times, before turning her head towards the other trainees in the room who seem to be quite diligent within the their work, looking back and forth from the screen towards their own partners for discussion. sunyoung can feel herself getting more lethargic as time went on, and she knew in order to stay awake, she had to keep the conversation interesting. so she decides to digress.

“let’s say you’re the leader of a group, and you guys have different choreography for the same song -- like, i don’t know, you have a korean and chinese version of a song and it’s different. you get what i mean, right?” she asks the man next to her, disregarding what’s on the screen, “and you go to perform and some festival and they mix up the songs and half of your group is doing the wrong moves... shit looks a mess. youtube viral worthy, you know? what would you do?”

sipping on his coke, he stayed in the background like the other trainees were accustomed to by now. usually the reason for his retention was that he liked to observe more than being the center of attention, but this time around he was just trying to cover up his inner thoughts. sitting under the shades of trees, he mustered the others, laughing happily and excited, enjoying the company of each other, while gray was bitter about the whole world. the male took a sip from his coke, when a special someone caught his attention. weakly waving at him, his kt brother minhyuk, he decided to call him over. at times gray felt like the younger was the only one to be able to comprehend what he felt more frequently these days. sure, most of the time kt's ahjussi felt awefully grateful for having received the chance (even though he knew his contract was almost up and he couldn't be too sure if he was getting a renewal offer) but these days he felt almost forgotten. with the mgas going on and all debut preparations, the promised 2nd round of ktrookies got postponed for now. and if his doubts weren't enough, the thing with jiyoon just had to happen as well. gray massaged the bridge of his nose, while waiting for his buddy to come over. they both had called themselves the underrated brothers as both of them had lurked around kt for quite a long time without much acknowledgement. at least that was how he felt.

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wonwoo waits idly on the bus stop. his eyes jump from spot to spot, chasing car lights and flickering stars that he can barely see anymore in the gray skies of seoul. it was a bit cold, his arms folded together to keep the warmth intact. the bus should be here in five minutes, seven if delayed. tapping his foot against the gravel, he counted from 500, wishing time would pass by quicker.

the sound of wheels screeching against the pavement shook him out of his trance, orbs fixed on the bus. scrambling to his feet, he grabs his camera and boards the bus, a bit regretful of his wonderful idea of venturing out to ever nook and cranny of the big city. at least he got decent pictures for his mother.

sitting on one of the empty seats, he watches as most of the passengers dozed off to sleep. he was the only one fully awake, paying attention to strangers to kill his boredom and keep him from falling to the same fate. after a few minutes, he found the pastime to be quite boring as no one did a thing. pulling out his almost dead phone, he checks his notifications. five messages and two emails. he'll check them later. as he was bout to plug his earphones on, his ears caught a small rustle, eyes darting to find the source of life. turns out, it was nothing but a bag that sounded heavy from the way it fell. deciding that he had nothing to do anyways, he walked up to the bag, lifts it, and looks at the nearest person.

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As the day waned on, Minhyuk didn’t know if he was more at ease, or more uncertain how to approach the people who were watching them. There was already a bandage on Minhyuk’s arm when he’d taken a fall in the dance, the edges pressed in more firmly as he held the TRC merchandise in his hands. “There’s a guy over there,” another trainee’s voice in his ear drew Minhyuk’s gaze to the male, and he bobbed in his head. A smile firmed on his lips as he jogged up to the male, water bottle in his hands as he bowed forward in greeting. “Hello! I hope you enjoyed the performance,” Minhyuk spoke, warmly and with as much energy as he could produce. They were in front of the public, and he wasn’t going to let anyone leave the site without a good feeling radiating from them. Except, he was better with girls, which was only because he was taught the gwiyomi song. A nervous laugh from his lips as he offered out the water bottles.

“It’s been hot today, I hope you’ve had a good day today,” Minhyuk continued with the buoyant conversation, trying not to simply come and leave; to give everyone the same amount of attention. No matter what, they might have been a fan one day. His eyes curved with his smile, a flushed expression as he shifted his weight, growing abashed at his very lame attempt. Most of the other TRC trainee’s were hip-hop, at ease, casual. “Please stay hydrated and stick around to see us dance again later. Tell your friends,” he continued, knowing he overheard another trainee offer some of the words to another person and he picked them up. Hoped they would be useful and appear warm. “Thank you again for watching,” Minhyuk finished as he bowed again, a smile on his lips as he was in a polite stance again and then found his abashed laughter on his lips again. Gaze darted with his slight panic, he hoped he’d done well.

             sungjae had been walking around town, as he had just finished some random cross fit class that he found around this area. he had been meaning to try out different types of exercise lately, wanting to keep his body in shape. with his new focus on music, composing, working on his voice and the instruments that he placed, it was hard for him to make time for the gym or playing basketball with a couple people that were around to try and play with him. however, music didn’t seem to stop following him. even as he was walking to the bus stop, he had heard a loud blast of music as a group of people were joined together. it seemed like a flash mob of sorts, but at the same time it wasn’t. the only way he could find out about it was to walk over to that area, looking around at the other people watching them. as he stood there, he could see them dancing to this song that he had heard so many times over the radio, music videos and people screaming over it. it made him smile, seeing how great most of them were, only to have him a bit envious that they were able to do such things while he practically had two left feet.