#zinnieha

There was tension from the start that couldn’t really be explained. He agreed to help her out in the studio but an hour into them working together it was falling apart. On a creative level they weren’t seeing eye to eye. Of course, Minguk’s attitude never helped in situations like this since he was never afraid to voice his opinion. Once Zinnie made her statement Minguk took no time in packing up his stuff. “Alright then. Don’t ask me for help next time.” He stated coolly then headed to the door and walked out.

Gem grabbed onto her cousin’s hand, and allowed her to lead the way through the building. This wasn’t her first time being in TQ, in fact, she had been here a handful of times–sometimes to visit with her cousin and others for collaborative reasons. Still, she hadn’t been here enough to navigate herself around by her lonesome (minus to the food court that is). It was much different than YMJ, much larger. With less than five on its lineup, the company catered more to the at least its one and a half dozen actors signed. Spiced alone racked up enough money to get a new company building that rivaled the size of TQ, if not SM or YG. But no matter how much they pleaded for it and a fuller idol roster, Mr. Yoo always declined. Gem was positive it was because he wanted to work them to death, and nowadays many would agree. It was odd to see idols being able to bask in the things that they deserved; a part of Gem still in a sort of daze as she walked the halls. For nearly ten years, she walked the halls of YMJ virtually everyday, and now each day she work up and each late night she spent would be somewhere new. But at least she had Zinnie, above all, that meant something. “Girl, I’m gonna call you crying when I’ve got to do this by myself because my stupid ass is definitely going to get lost!!” She joked, shaking her head as she continued to be pull along by the taller girl.

ツ = Does the character steal the covers or has the covers stolen off them?Regardless of what season it is Woobin has a habit of kicking off the covers while sleeping. Chances are they wouldn’t be stolen from him. He would give them away.

         « 𝟖𝟖’ 𝐁𝐎𝐘 »   It’s Sunday and the scent of coffee and bread and fresh snow litters the inside of his lungs. Both him and Zin had decided to meet for lunch at a nearby coffee shop. Thankfully, today’s schedule only lasted until 11 a.m. In a minute, a tall man bounds into the door, breath slightly ragged as he quietly fixes the mask covering half of his face. Catching the familiar figure from the back, he throws a small hi while tugging off his coat, settling onto the comfortable chair. Jongin takes a deep breath through his nose, wiping away the sweat on his forehead.  ❛  I tried to get here as fast as I —- ?. ❜ Upon hearing her words, he halts into a pause. His eyes quickly scan the area around, curious and anxious at the same time. ❛ Are we being followed?  ❜ He asks quietly with brows risen, voice come in a hushed tone.