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It was 5:50 am, twenty five minutes before her group’s wake up time, there was not an actual alarm for them since Beam prohibited them in the dorm ever since had read a research a about how they could be dangerous for one’s mental health since they cause one to start the day with stress, wether it was true or not she didn’t really care, it made a lot of sense in her head and her own solution was to sleep with headphones so she was the only one to be exposed to the morning alarm, she then proceeded with her morning activities, washing her teeth, changing her clothes to high wasted shorts and an over sized sweatshirt and her glasses, then came the most important part, the beginning of a day long skin care routine. Once she was done she started waking up her group members, some instantly woke up with the smell of coffee or food, a couple needed special methods that she was happy to figure out, wether it was pulling gently at someone’s cheek, actually dragging them out of bed or placing head phones with their favorite song, her efforts always had the best results and she had them up by their scheduled time and almost always on a good mood and perfectly ready to start to day with the best mindset, that was the only way she felt relieved enough to leave and have some time on her own.

She walked out of their apartment building her longboard in hand, airpods on and started skating along the streets making her way to one of her favorite parks, a place that was almost empty at this time of the day, it also happened to be the home of her favorite skate park. There was something about that place that reminded her of the images engraved on her mind from her childhood, right when she was about to reach the entrance she saw a mother walking around with her daughter who was still only a child, the morning breeze and wind played around around with her hair and the song that was playing and its melodies reminded her of her own mother and the dynamic of those strangers was also similar to her own with who was back in her hometown. As her senses were being filled little by little by her strong emotions she couldn’t react on time to avoid a stone big enough to make her trip, a red color flushed her cheeks and she picked up her glasses before running over to the direction her board was heading to avoid eye contact with any person that may have witnessed what had just happened. She could spot her board reaching someone inside the park, an embarrassed smile drew across her face as she squinted her eyes slowly recognizing the features of the person standing in front of her

“Thank you a lot, it seems I’m very distracted today. Excuse me have we met before?” 

sitting on the ground in the kmg lobby with a textbook on his lap, he sipped on his iced coffee as he tried to memorize line after line of text. doing this in the dorm was unimaginable — even if he was alone, the very presence of the other kostion members things were enough to distract him. realizing that he’d read the same line of text about four times in a row, he groaned and let his head fall back against the wall, attempting to push off the oncoming headache by rubbing his temples. 

Where: Bus Route to Anywhere in Jeju Island

When: 5:30 AM, July 5

      After wrapping up Valkyrie promotions, this was the first break the LYNQ member has had in a while. Thanks to the glamorized camping trip set up by the Big 3, Jasper was able to experience Jeju Island for the first time! Having grown up abroad, and barely travelling back, he hadn't been able to experience what South Korea had to offer. The resort island was a hot spot, and visiting it during the summertime was the perfect time to be able to experience the island.  Keen on going to new places, he was ready to be a tourist in his own country before his schedules piled up again.

      To maximize the time he had available, Jasper got himself up and ready during the wee hours of the day. Dressed in a simple white tee, denim jeans and a baseball cap on top of his head; he headed out — as quiet as he could, so that he wouldn’t wake his tent-mates up. Even if it was an early trip out, he didn’t expect there to be another person on board. There were vacant seats around, but he took this opportunity to meet new people. Flashing a toothy smile, he approached the person “Hi, I’m Jasper. Do you mind if I sit beside you?”  

for the first time in what feels like forever, moonsoo’s actually fully awake. no one woke him up in the middle of the night, he didn’t wake up at an ungodly hour and, to top it all off, he’s in a good mood. sure, maybe the other members of twentytwenty had looked at him strangely when he’d walked out of his room with a smile but even that couldn’t ruin his mood.

when he’d woken up, he had a plan for the day. a fairly vague plan, but a plan nonetheless. having had a bit of spare time, he’d even gotten himself two coffees before coming up to his studio -- the other would probably be given to the first member of his group to come find him for practice or some kind of urgent meeting -- and it would completely be worth the confusion on their face as he handed it to them. chuckling at the though, moonsoo finally arrived at his studio. once facing the door, he froze completely. 

what the fuck was his door code.

for as long moonsoo had had this studio, he’d always known his key code. then the studio had become a second home to him, somewhere he could get away from it all for a few minutes between practice, somewhere he’d spend all his late nights and early mornings. somewhere along the line, he’d started relying entirely on muscle memory to type in the code and now, completely awake and in no rush at all, he had no idea what it was.

because of course this would happen to him on a good day.

“fuck.”

                                 pushing  himself  to  his  limits  was  one  of  minseok’s  many  flaws , and  while  he  could  usually  mask  the  burning  sensation  in  his  legs  &  back , the  lack  of  sleep  had  caught  up  with  him  and  pushed  him  to  his  bursting  point . his  entire  body  was  aching ;  and  the  bright  lights  were  making  him  feel  more  lightheaded  than  usual . after  finishing  up  his schedule  for  the  day  with  a  deep  bow  and  a  beaming  expression ,  the  idol  had  pretty  much  scrambled  off - stage  before  collapsing  against  the  nearest  wall . the  adrenaline  in  blood  was  already  breaking - down  ;  the  rush  of  endorphins  slowly  decreasing  as  he  inhaled  and  exhaled  as  he  had  been  taught  in  order  to  not  let  his  knees  buckle .  it  was  the  presence  of  the  other  that  pulled  minseok  into  consciousness ;  hands  grabbing  onto  whatever  fabric  of  clothing  his  weak  hands  to  grasp  in  such  a  state .   ❛     d ’ ya  got  a  protein  bar  i  could  have  ?    ❜

It wasn’t often that he found himself with free time, especially during the week. Time in the studio had been enough to push him under the waters that were daily frustrations and concerns, and once it bubbled to the surface, it was certain to pop.

Dark brows scrunched together, his focus on the phone in hand. The screen was already on night mode, indicating he should have likely been in bed with this kind of open evening instead of perusing an art supply store. Granted, he’d been trying to get here for nearly two months, and when the opportunity presented itself he certainly wasn’t going to pass it up. Scratching recently dyed locks, the rapper allowed a sigh to filter through his nostrils, a soft grunt of malcontent rumbling from behind his face mask.

“Naturally they don’t have the one I’m looking for,” he mumbled, glancing between the list on his phone and the paintbrush display. He looked to his companion then. “Let’s hope it’s not like that for the rest of the list, huh?”

Where: Convenience Store in Gangnam

When: 2 AM, Weekday

     All that occupied Yujin’s mind was the Pink Stories Tour. She remained in the practice room up from 10 am to 1 o’clock in the morning. You’d think being in the industry for more than 6 years, she’d take it easy. Not wanting to let the drive she once had fade, she practices like chance of debuting was on the line. Finally realizing enough was enough, she turns off the lights and leaves the building.

      She had unintentionally skipped dinner due to endless practice. Wanting to take a quick bite before she crashes once she gets home, Yujin goes to a nearby convenience store. Grabbing a bottle of iced coffee and a Tuna Mayo Triangular Kimbap, she approaches the cashier. She sends a “Thank You” to the staff before leaving the store. Initially planning to eat at home, she notices someone seated on the table outside. “Oh! Why are you still out?”

Sujee was exhausted. Starring at herself in the mirror, her hand folded in a fist and a angry look on her face. "Shit!" she mumbled, punching her reflection lightly, feeling the sweat drips down her nape and her once very tight ponytail now a messy and loose one. Choreographies didn't come easy for her, she's the type that needs to practice over and over until she gets the handle of the steps, the feeling of the song and the musicality in her body. But this time, she was stuck in the same part of the chorus and no matter how much she trained, it did nothing for her to improve the routine. 

"That's it, I'm done" she thought, sliding her back on the mirror until her hips hit the floor as she tried to catch her breath from two hours of pure hell. Everything feels to be in pain: her back due to all the arching, her knees from the dance floor, her arms because she forgot to stretch them... It's enough. Surely her mind isn't in the right place. When people asked her if she was mad regarding Summit's dorms flooding, Sujee lied and agreed, saying that she was mad because her MON:STAR posters wouldn't survive from it. If she was shallow enough that'd be something to get angry about, but she didn't care for material stuff. In the end, it was only a paper with some tint in it and there's no need to feel attached to it. What bugged her the most was going back to the KMG trainee dorms. It felt too familiar and it was the opposite of nostalgic. It's dreadful. She barely stayed in her room feeling that the walls were judging her quietly and she swears she can hear loud noises from there - even if her roommates said there was no noise at all.

And that's why she's here, in KMG Ent practice room, at 4:45 AM, avoiding any sort of sleep  and forcing herself to learn that damn choreo as fast as she can, 2020's 'Very Nice' blasting in full volume behind her. Suddenly, footsteps. "Can't you read? The sign say this room is taken," she said, her voice holding no amusement to it's tone, eyes still glued to the ceiling."I'll give you ten seconds to leave."