♡ ⠀࣪ 𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖒𝖊

[choboss]

replies owed:

yehyun

daisy

hayi

jinnie

minseok

seonhwa

memes owed:

hayi

hyerin

[junghayi-deactivated20230509]

when the weather was this nice, it was easy to imagine that hayi was simply on vacation travelling with friends. although she loves her job, she was grateful for the small pockets of time when she was able to step away from it all. in between schedules hayi had convinced ayoung to accompany her out on a little picnic at parque 93. they had picked up some fresh fruit on their way here and hayi was currently indulging in the strawberries. "— these are so good," she exlaims with her mouth full (not at all concerned about her idol image in front of her manager). "unnie try some," hayi offers the berries to ayoung before reaching for her film camera. she pulls down her sunglasses just for a second to find ayoung in the viewfinder. "you look like the main character right now," she gasps as she captures the photo. @choboss

[choboss]

➜ it was times like these that ayoung knew she had made the right choice becoming a manager for braveheart. she was able to help the girls indulge themselves in life and feel a little more human, even if it was just for a fleeting moment. the sun was warm on her skin and she couldn't deny that it improved her mood massively. being cooped up traveling from venue to venue was the worst part of the whole experience, if she were to be honest. she needed this recharging time and she bet hayi needed it even more.

she looked towards the younger woman, chuckling as she acquiesced to her request. the berries did look awfully delicious and were incredibly fresh. she bit into one, humming softly as the sweet flavor coated her tongue. she was savoring the delicious treat when a familiar noise pulled her from her reverie. "hayi!" she stuttered, covering her mouth as her cheeks turned a brilliant shade of red.

she gave her a playful glare, her nose scrunching as she pointed towards the camera. "i hope my mouth was closed, at least."

[choboss]

happy 28th birthday, cho ayoung !!

[choboss]

happy 28th birthday, cho ayoung !!

[choboss]

just a warning that i am on pain pills while writing so please forgive me if it becomes word salad or it has spelling mistakes.

[kipocricyy]

✘

he'd been in a different headspace since they'd arrived to mexico. one of the many places he'd wanted to visit and hardly got the chance to do so. it was beautiful, everything about it and kai's spanish felt relaxed and comfortable. he'd noticed a small food and snack cart and truck area on their way into the hotel, and the moment they'd arrived he'd made a mental note that when they'd gone to the stadium to rehearse, he'd make his way there for his, dae's and han's lunches for that day.

using it as an excuse to get high in the middle of practice he'd spent the ten minute walk indulging in the joint he rolled that morning, mask up, hat down and headphones on, enjoying the scenery and readying his mind for the delicious street tacos and elote he'd have. ordering han tamales as usual and something for him and dae to share kai made his way back to the stadium.

the cool air was welcomed as he exited the mexican heat, the soloist taking a deep breath as he rounded the corner, refreshed, hungry and high. he'd been completely drifting in his thoughts, eyes low as he walked when he rounded the corner, jumping back in his tracks not expecting to meet someone in his path. "shit...sorry." he said quietly. his brow furrowed as he read over her face. she was smiling but everything about this scene and the way she leaned against the wall, and how it didn't quite reach her eyes made him question what exactly he'd stumbled upon. the type to usually mind his business he'd made the attempt to make his leave confused and side eyeing the woman and making a note to bring it up to the friends he was about to meet. but his conscience wouldn't allow his feet to keep moving, kai muttering a soft 'fuck' as he smacked his lips at his own hero's complex. "are you good?" he asked her, brow furrowing in annoyance and concerned. "i guess a better question is, you don't look good...so what's up?"

[choboss]

➜ she tried her best to keep a brave face on. it had been a part of her life for years now and she needed to get used to it. or that's what she told herself while full of shame at her limitations and how her life had changed so much in an instance. when it ached like this, when it tried to bring her to her knees, she couldn't help but remember how helpless she truly was. she had been so independent and full of life before the accident but now she had so many limitations and it made her heart hurt and then it would be tossed into a vice grip as she thought about how she should be thankful she escaped with her life when it had been touch and go.

she was in a constant battle between gratefulness at surviving and resentment that seeped into her bones and into her soul every time she was reminded that she'd never be whole again. now she felt embarrassed and shameful as the male idol stood in front of her, questioning her with little patience. she let out an awkward chuckle, hoping to lull him into letting his guard down so she then leave.

it was such an odd place to be, here on this concrete wall, knowing she likely needed help but having too much pride to ask. again she tried to push the hair from her face her eyes locking with the soloist. she tilted her head back for a moment, trying to keep any tears that threatened to fall in her eyes, hoping her tears wouldn't be used against her later. "it's my leg." she finally sputtered out after what felt like an eternity. "i had an accident when i was younger and it ruined my pelvis and femur. changes in humidity and barometrics can make it damn near impossible to put any weight on and my cane is in my room. i don't know what to do." she admitted as she threw her hands into the air in defeat.

[ofseok]

☆ → @choboss​​

For an idol who had been in the industry for over ten years, he certainly should know better than sneaking out of the hotel without security. But it wouldn’t be Seok if he weren’t reckless, and he hadn’t really thought that he would get followed all the way to Mexico. It wasn’t the first time, but Minseok had been too busy with his comeback and everything that he had forgotten how dangerous this all could be. The soloist was enjoying some street food when he noticed the flash in his eyes. Like a deer caught in headlights, Minseok had looked around until he found them, and knew he was fucked.

Although he had texted Haneul (knowing he was fucked up completely), he knew nobody would ever be as fast to arrive there on time. He forgot all about his food at the table and got up, trying to find a way out. In his rush, he hadn’t noticed the person next to him until it was too late and they bumped into each other. Minseok was about to apologize when he recognized one of Braveheart’s managers, and felt like he just was having a bad day. Of course, one manager would tell another, and soon his manager would know. Forget the problem he would get once his brother read the text, his team would have his head. But there was no time to focus on anything, so he reached for her arm and gently pulled her out of the way. “I’m sorry, Ayoung-ssi. But there’s two people following me and we have to get out of here pronto.”

[choboss]

➜ in a rare treat, ayoung was given the evening off to explore the sites while braveheart's other manager watched the girls in their hotel. while her leg and hip pulsed with the slightest ache, she knew she likely wouldn't get a night to herself for who knows how long so she had to take advantage of her one night of free time. she would never use a cane in front of the members of braveheart. her pride was much too important to her and she hated when others looked at her with pity in their eyes. she didn't need or want the pity and did her best to avoid it. plus, something just told her that if she was ever spotted using it by braveheart that she'd never hear the end of it from daisy.

the cane was simple and easy to conceal thanks to its collapsible tiered design. she pulled it from her messenger bag and snapped it into place, her body thanking her even just the small amount of respite. truthfully, the relief had been just enough that she was caught up in the feeling and not paying attention to what was happening around her when someone bumped into her and she stumbled.

she kept her cool and brushed the hair from her face, squaring her shoulders as she turned to see what exactly had happened. her eyebrows furrowed and the rest of her features were knitted in confusion as she recognized the body that had collided with her was a member of the tour and it was minseok at that. she was curious how a soloist had managed to ditch his managers and get around mexico by himself. with braveheart, the members could spin tales, divert, and cover for one another but minseok didn't have that luxury.

she could see the panic on his face as he explained what was happening. she shook her head, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. he was lucky that it was her that found him and not another manager. having been an idol herself, she understood they still needed life experiences and some room to grow and find themselves like the kids they were. it was often stolen from them by executives and trainers and she wasn't going to continue the theft of joy.

"people? following you?" she was confused by his words, to be sure, but instead of standing there, wasting time, she fished into her bag for keys and returned the tugging towards the minivan. "are they still following us? do you know what they seemingly want? an autograph or?"

[xojinnie]

" that's not a meal, unnie ! but it does sound yummy. " jinnie giggled as she took a seat on the couch, eagerly reaching out for the to-go bag. once everything was unboxed and placed on to the coffee table, the maknae clapped her hands happily as she took in the scent. it smelt like samgyeopsal and her stomach rumbled at the thought. that sounded so yummy right about now. as much as she enjoyed traveling to new places, nothing would beat the food back home. " there's plenty for us to share. " she declared as she popped open the container of rice. thankfully, the restaurant packed enough utensils for the both of them. ayoung has no choice but to join her and eat well.

the brunette smiled at the manager's excitement, glancing up to see what was inside of the garment bag. her eyes lit up in delight. " that's so cute. " zeroing in on the pink wool top, jinnie admired the sight. it looked like something she would pair with her everyday outfits. she wondered if the brand would let her keep it after the photoshoot. " i love it. " she expressed her approval, smiling up at ayoung as she pointed at the next bag. " that one next. " as the older woman handled the clothes, jinnie fixed up to plates so that the both of them could eat. " do you think these will look good on me ? " the modeling and fashion side were definitely the most nerve-wracking part of being an idol, so far. much like variety shows, the maknae didn't enjoy them as much because she felt so anxious about being perceived. when she was on stage, it was easy for her to become someone else. but having people scrutinize her real life appearance or personality ? that was the worst.

[choboss]

➜ "potato, pahtahto." she smirked as the youngest member of braveheart scolded her in faux outrage. grabbing her drink, she tilted it towards jinnie, offering her a taste hoping that it would be a strategic distraction from the fact that she wouldn't be eating a full meal. she watched her unpack the lunch with a smile, eyes watching her joy with a hidden intensity. "maybe but we don't know yet." she tsked lightly at her, much like a disappointed mother would but much like her earlier outrage it was completely fake. "i'll eat whatever you don't finish, how's that deal? besides, i don't want to get grease or stains on these clothes as we get you fitted."

a triumphant smile spread across ayoung's face as jinnie admired the first set of clothing. she had seen the pink peaking out of the clothing bag at the store and curiosity got the better of her, leading her to look inside the bag and upon first look she just knew she had to snag it for jinnie. after both had inspected the pink number and it's ensemble, ayoung went to the next bag, pulling the bag away and leaving the number hanging from the hanger. "okay here's the second piece. i went for something less feminine and more chic to show a different side of you for the pictorial. what are we gonna rate this one, hm?" at jinnie's question, ayoung felt her heart drop. the words worried ayoung and she quickly turned to face jinnie. "if anything you'll look too good in the clothes and all the other models at the shoot will be so jealous they won't know what to do with themselves." she declared defiantly, shoulders squared up and showing confidence in her words.

[xmakii]

maki scans the hotel lobby for ayoung before checking his phone for the time. he was early. so he takes a seat on one of the lobby sofas while he waited. he had nothing against hotel breakfast- but when compared to fresh baked goods and warm hot chocolate from local markets there was one clear winner. he’d texted her last night to invite her out for an early day out and lucky for him- she accepted. he loved that they had managed to maintain their friendship throughout the years all the way back from trainee days. while their past relationship might’ve not been the right call for them, their friendship had blossomed into something beautiful. 

quietly, tamaki hums along to the music playing overhead. his fingers tapping along to the beat against his legs until he hears the ding of the elevator doors opening. its his excitement keeping him so alert. “buenos dias!” he smiles as her, now getting up from his seat. @choboss 

[choboss]

➜ ayoung let out a loud, drawn out groan as she pulled herself from the bed of the hotel to turn off the alarm clock on the nightstand. it seemed to be amplified by the hotel room walls and bounced off them straight into her delicate ears. a hand landed on the off button a little more forcefully than need be and was followed by a sigh of relief. if it had been any other day she wouldn't have set an alarm and would've allowed herself to wake up naturally as she would always wake up before the girls needed her due to her internal clock. today, however, she had plans with someone very special. someone she hadn't seen in weeks due to scheduling conflicts.

her hair went up into a quick ponytail with face framing layers of bangs giving the look a purposefully messy look. the night before she had laid out a pain of skinny jeans, a fitted black t-shirt, and an oversized cream colored cherry cardigan with sneakers. maybe not the fanciest look but it was functional and she knew her 'date' wouldn't mind. her eyes scanned her room one last time, taking in the details to make sure she had everything she'd need for the day. wallet? check! phone? check! hotel room key? check! her entire life stuffed into her messenger bag? check, check, check!

a familiar face greeted her as she exited the elevator to the lobby and she couldn't help but break into a smile that ran from ear to ear. "buenos dias, senor!" she replied back with a stifled chuckle and exaggerated curtsy. "i hope i didn't leave you waiting for too long. morning came a lot quicker than i was expecting and that alarm clock had a personal vendetta against me." she closed the distance between them, a smile still in place. "how did you sleep, hm?" she inquired, reaching towards him to offer him her arm.

[offleurs]

♕ → choboss​

– – ｡˚ ˚☽ @offleurs

➜ a frown tugged at ayoung’s lips as she looked at the text that had popped up on her lockscreen. julian was curious if she had seen eunji, one of the braveheart members, which made her anxiety spike and her heart flutter in her chest. she tried to remind herself they were just starting the tour and a lot needed to be ironed out and not knowing where a member was at that exact second wasn’t the end of the world but she still couldn’t help the slight tinge of worry that seemed to plague her so often. pushing the feeling to the back of her mind, she texted back that she was going to check around the stadium offices just to see if maybe she was hanging around the cafeteria or practice rooms.

as she turned the corner a seemingly familiar figure caught her eye as the owner turned down their own hall and out of sight. breaking into a slight jog, she tried to catch up to the girl, her hand reaching for her shoulder once she was within reach. “eunji, julian said he’s been texting you all day. why haven’t y- oh! you’re not eunji. i’m so sorry!” she stuttered out an apology, bowing deeply to convey her embarrassment and sincerity. she could feel her cheeks burning and placed a hand to her cheek, cursing herself for being so bold to assume it had been eunji in the first place.

♕ Being the first to do soundcheck was part of her contract to do this tour, so she could use the rest of the time to get ready for the concert. Once it was over, and she was satisfied by it, it was about lunchtime and she hoped there was a place anywhere near to get a salad the way she liked it. A new stop meant another stadium to get used to, but considering it wasn't her first time giving a concert in Mexico City, the soloist was actually more relaxed than usual. It was nice when they went to a known place, because it was easier to get things done than when they had to explore the place before it. Although it was a huge place, she knew it was possible to find her way to her waiting room without having to call her manager.

The footsteps behind her weren't unusual, with so many people running around doing their thing, so she simply kept texting her manager so they could decide on lunch. The gentle touch on her shoulder, however, had the short singer jumping in surprise. Seonhwa turned around as she pulled her hood off her head, pink hair bright under the lights as she met with a familiar face. It wasn't so much a surprise, as she had seen the former idol around in the past few months, but although she had a close relationship with two of the Braveheart members, she hadn't really been in the same room as Ayoung. "It's alright. I haven't seen Eunji, but maybe you can ask Deiji? She usually knows where her girls are." It was a real talent, actually, to always know no matter where they were. But the younger was a great leader, after all.

[choboss]

➜ a gasp filled with horror and confusion left ayoung's lips and she swore if they had been in a tv show, a record would've scratched and the audience would've been so quiet you could hear a pin drop. it felt so very surreal, like she was in some cheesy, daytime soap opera or poorly written drama. she had avoided seonhwa for her entire six month tenure and had previously been certain that the girls would keep her busy enough to continue to avoid the rose haired woman.

"oh, seonhwa." the words barely came out above that of a whisper. they were caught in her throat and began to turn into a ball with words that wanted to follow after them. she was suddenly aware of how dry her mouth and lips were, a tongue dipping out from between her lips in an attempt to impart some moisture. it was of little use as she stared the familiar face in the eyes.

they say there's two options; fight or flight but that isn't really true, is it? there's fight, flight, fawn, or freeze and ayoung had been frozen in place by the soloist. most of the feeling was shame that seemed to weigh her down like lead had replaced the blood in her veins. seonhwa bringing up eunji snapped her back into a focus and onto the subject at hand.

"deiji won't answer me. she keeps sending me to voicemail so i won't be getting any help from her."

[myhyun]

she was so animated. it kinda threw him off guard. was she always like this? yehyun couldn't remember all that well, only how her eyes would move around somewhat restlessly. perhaps it was just nerves – everyone has those. he knew that he, too, would be antsy if someone had reached for his journal. if there was even a fingerprint other than his on those pages, yehyun would rightfully lose his mind.

"oh," was all he managed to say. he had no idea that her father used to be a producer. was that why she was an idol in the first place? it was always interesting to him how others came about the profession or wiggled their way into the industry. some had big dreams, some had only hope, and some had powerful parents. from all yehyun could gather about ayoung, it was probably a mixture of all three. "that's, uh, really cool." 

and it was. he truly thought it was. how open someone could be about writing songs like that. sometimes he wished he had even a sliver of that kind of confidence. yehyun had written too many words behind a pseudonym so others would never figure out exactly what was going on in his head and in his heart. hell, he didn't even like telling his mom which songs he wrote sometimes (but who would want to confess writing a song like touch it to their mother?). 

"i'm, um, sorry i thought it was one of the braveheart members'."

[choboss]

➜ "eh, it's all kind of really dorky right now. at least for the near future. i haven't quite got the hang of it, if you ask me. my dad makes it look so easy." she sighed and the air from her lips caused her bangs to flutter slightly. "my dad can come up with a complete melody in two days and it'll be an immediate hit. don't even get me started at how good he is at brainstorming lyrics. you give him a topic and he'll sit and fill one of his notebooks in no time."

she was truly jealous of her dad's gift for production, arrangement, and his natural lyricism. it came so easy to him and she felt that no matter how hard she poured her heart and soul onto the page, all she'd ever write would be mediocre and cliche. her father had told her time and time again, especially after the accident, that one was always their own worst critic but even with as much as she tried to keep the saying in mind, she still felt woefully inadequate.

her hands flew up in a placating gesture and she bowed towards him a bit. it was awkward and there was barely enough space but she managed to avoid a head on collision. "oh please don't apologize. you were trying to be helpful and if i hadn't noticed it missing, you finding it and returning it would've been a miracle. i can't imagine what would've happened to my nerves if it got lost and i never got it back, y'know? so thank you."

before he had time to reply she interjected with a sharp clap of her hands. "oh, are you busy? maybe you'd want to get some coffee or something? kind of like a thank you for willing to rescue my journal?"

[tbhsilver]

     rehearsals were so irrelevant to silver at this point. they’d been doing the same fucking setlist for nearly a year, except for the occasional addition or two. everyone already knew their lines, their steps, everything. so, the days flora had to go to the venue for practice felt like a total waste of their times. with her sunglasses on and a iced coffee in hand, the leader slunk through the hallway backstage, heading in the direction of the dressing rooms. according to their manager, the girl groups were the ones at the aztec stadium today for a stage rehearsal. she prayed to whatever god that existed that she wouldn’t have to deal with another run-in with hwang deiji. however, the moment she rounded the corner and spotted ayoung, the leader realized that maybe she should have added a certain other person on her ‘do not run into’ list.

    silver paused at the sight of the braveheart manager, contemplating on if she should just keep walking or not. after a beat, she decided on the later. the brunette’s lips quirked downward as she removed her shades, nodding her head in acknowledgement at her former friend. “ hey. ” she replied simply. at the very least, she could keep things professional. “ is braveheart rehearsing first, or us ? ” flora’s team being incompetent ( as always ) hadn’t been clear on that. so if nothing else, at least ayoung could give her clarification.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — @choboss​!

[choboss]

➜ ayoung was in another world as she flitted about, trying to get everything sorted for her girls. jinnie's in ear had been malfunctioning and the older female had seen more than enough incidents in her time as an idol to let something so serious slip by and potentially harm the beloved maknae. it was still earlier in the day and it'd be a few hours before braveheart needed to be present and accounted for so the manager did her best to make sure everything would be in order well before then.

closing in on her destination, her pace began to pick up. the sooner it was marked off her to do list, the better. someone rounded the corner, approaching her hesitantly and it took her eyes and brain a moment to catch up and alert her to who the figure before her actually was. she cursed under her breath, unsure what plan of attack she should use for the run in. she hadn't seen her in years, despite how close they had once been, and she wasn't completely sure she'd be able to swallow her pride.

her feelings towards eunhae were a mix of hurt, anger, sadness, and resentment. she had hoped beyond all hope that eunhae would visit her in the hospital, would come running and they would mend the friendship but it didn't happen. it was such a foolish thought to cling on to. now she wasn't sure what'd she even want from the leader of flora or if they'd ever be able to have what resembled normalcy.

at the sound of eunhae's voice, her neck craned as she looked around her to make sure it was her eunhae was speaking to. it was already mortifying enough to run into her, she didn't need the extra addition of mistaking a greeting for someone else for her. ayoung became rooted in her spot, body language stiff as a board and hands stuffed into her pockets so she wouldn't bite away at the cuticles while she was in distress. "hey." the greeting was shaky and full of trepidation, her usually self assured demeanor completely absent.

"oh, uhm, neither. well kind of." her speech was rushed and she avoided eye contact, finding her shoe laces more interesting than anything else in the room. "i know jinnie and xin are up right now practicing omg and then whoever has a completed group will be up next."

[hiiddens]

          she couldn’t help but to be amused at the apparent turmoil her friend was experiencing — over food, of all things. she covered her mouth to stifle her giggles, gaze travelling back and forth from the older woman’s expression to the papers on the counter. hyerin wasn’t picky at all, and enjoyed all of the options available. “you did your best, thank you for trying,” she teases, patting her shoulder as if consoling her. “i was thinking of adding more options but i’m worried it might cause your brain to overheat.”

          hyerin takes the available seat next to ayoung, taking two of the pamphlets — one for each hand — while nodding quickly at the other’s question. “yes please. as much as possible.” she’s really not much of a drinker, but who is she to turn down a glass when she’s around someone she trusts? she already knows the older woman would stop her if she ever tries to go over her own limit. “italian…” thinking back on it now, when the tour made its stop in milan she was certain that she spent seventy-percent of her free time there eating all that she could — desserts very much included. “alright, you’ve convinced me ! is this a new place?”

[choboss]

➜ "ah, you give this ahjumma too much credit." she teased, nudging the younger woman lightly with the shoulder she had just patted. if ayoung had been standing hyerin likely would've flown across the room as she would've used her patented booty bump instead of a light shove. flashing hyerin a radiant smile to communicate she knew it was all fun and no harm meant, her face dropped as she focused on the menus in front of her.

"you don't understand, hyerin-ah!" she sighed rather dramatically, wilting a bit within her seat. "i'm good, amazing even, at making decisions when it doesn't affect me-- like for the braveheart girls. when it comes to me it's suddenly the same difficult as disarming a bomb." leaning against the counter, she used a fist to keep her chin up as she peered at the menus hyerin had scooped up. hopefully she would take the decision away from ayoung and they could get on with their night.

pouring hyerin a healthy serving of wine, she slid it towards her by the base, careful to not spill any as she had heard one of the movies they planned to watch wasn't so good and they'd need all the alcohol she had on hand to get through it. at the question, ayoung nodded from behind her wine glass. "it is! some michelin star chef is expanding into asian. i'm certainly not going to complain when their tiramisu looks that level of amazing." she reaches for the pamphlet in hyerin's hand, waiting for affirmation before taking it and revealing the back that had pictures of cheesecake, tiramisu, cannoli, and a decadent milk chocolate mousse cake with meringue that made her teeth throb just from looking at it.

"i'm getting tiramisu, without a doubt. their bolognese looks amazing. oh! so does the lobster risotto." she brings the wine glass to her lips, savoring the bottom notes of pear and citrus zest, watching hyerin scan the menu. "don't even think about looking up the prices, young lady." her voice is sharp with a strictness that the both of them know is all bark and no bite.

[promptsareus-blog1]

Send me a “📱” and I will answer the following:

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

How many times my muse has called your this week?

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

[choboss]

– – ｡˚ ˚☽ @thatsohkai

➜ a grimace came over ayoung's usually stoic features as she reached down to massage her thigh. the tour was just kicking off and she simply didn't need this at the moment but the pain had come in such a massive wave that it stopped her in her tracks, nausea overwhelming her and making her sway. the flight had been too long for her legs despite getting up to walk around the cabin when she was able. the pain made her want to scream, not only because of how tightly it gripped her but because of how wholly unfair it felt to be crippled and limited by it so early when she still had so much in herself to give.

a deep, throbbing pain nearly brought her to her knees as she went from massaging to gripping her leg in desperation. she tried to breathe through the pain and nausea-- slow measured breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth-- as she hobbled towards the closest wall for support. her eyes were glassy from tears, angering her even further as she hated feeling embarrassed and vulnerable like this. she tried to muffle her sniffles with one hand, the other trying to clear the hair from her face as it stuck to the tear tracks on her cheeks.

hearing footfalls from behind her, she frantically tried to wipe her tears away and make herself presentable as she leaned against the wall. a forced smile decorated her lips as she turned to greet whoever was coming up, still wanting to make a good impression being so new to the company.

[choboss]

– – ｡˚ ˚☽ ɪɴғᴊ-ᴛ (ᴀᴅᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇ) - ᴡᴏᴏᴅ - ʟᴀᴡғᴜʟ ɢᴏᴏᴅ - ʀᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ

[xojinnie]

jinnie hoped this all wouldn't last too long. of course, she was happy to come to the infinite building for a fitting but with her family in town, she wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. she'd promised her grandmother that this would take an hour, two max, and then they could head to the dongdaemun market to shop to their heart's content. she wanted to make sure she kept that promise.

" unnie, hi ! " she perked up at the familiar voice, waving at ayoung. though the woman was considered a newer addition to the braveheart team, it was the maknae's nature to welcome anyone with open arms. at the mention of lunch, her eyes lit up. " food, always. i hope you brought enough for us to share. i can't eat if you're not eating too. " the brunette dropped onto the couch. her hands clapped together in anticipation for the meal. " have you seen the clothes ? do you like them ? " this fitting was to prepare her for an upcoming miu miu campaign, and she was really excited to see the selections.

[choboss]

➜ ayoung couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips at the maknae greeted her. she was too precious for words and that wasn't just bias being braveheart's manager. if anyone was the phrase, "to know her was to love her" incarnate, it was park yunjin. "i got myself one of those 700 calorie coffees, so it's basically a meal, yeah?" she laughed, nodding towards the large coffee that was overdecorated with whipped cream, chocolate shaving, and chocolate sauce. it was a bad habit but she loved milkshakes and she loved coffee so she just couldn't say no.

at the mention of the selection, ayoung grew a bit giddy. "okay, so!" she began, hanging them on the rack that had just been wheeled in. "i did some wheeling and dealing and got you the absolute best fits-- not to toot my own horn!" her warm smile was replaced with a proud smirk as she opened the garment bags. "i don't care who else is a brand ambassador or working in the collection, you got the best. we have this number, a pink wool top with an accompanying white skirt of the same fabric. how cute, right?"" she turned to jinnie, hoping she would be as excited about the fit as she was. "this is just the first outfit. we have three more! which bag next?"