gyujeongfmd:
yeah, maybe. this is just another rendition of his own truman’s show.
but lately, it feels ridiculous how many times he’s forced to forage through the damn minuscule memory space he keeps for idols. another face, and another group — one of the groups, probably dimensions? or not, definitely not gold star. or at least, he doesn’t think.
it’s too much of a waste of time, empty efforts tangential to the amount he’s scraped away for the day. so, he just takes another sip of his coffee, littering away the time he has left before it’s time for his own name to be called to the set.
her voice is curt, not like he expected much. after all, she doesn’t owe him the time of day, just as he’s not obligated to linger around and partake in meager conversations either. but — he does anyway, for the sake of his manager wading somewhere a meter away. “that’s why you’ve ought to have some quicker reflexes to survive this place.” gyujeong’s voice remains blunt and flat, yet he somehow manages to carve out an edge, eyebrow perched at the mention of coffee. “this coffee wasn’t an offer — you should learn not to feel entitled to everything in life.”
“you ought not tell me what to do.” if her irritation was at hinting level’s before, her displeasure was fully on her face now. rina wasn’t even sure if she knew who was speaking too. if he was a junior or a senior but she didn’t care. ‘i’ll work on dodging thing when you learn to not toss things.” if someone needed to work on anything, it was him.
“you offered it to me. i don’t want to have to be the one to break it to you but if you look at someone and say ‘want some’ or whatever you said, it’s an offer. which i rejected.” and she wouldn’t rise to his bait, she refused too. “hmmhm, i don’t have to feel entitled when you made the offer, even if you were just being smart. you should also assume anything about anyone, let’s not forget who spoke to whom first. and that person wasn’t me.” rina looked away from him, along with a roll of her eyes, going to her cellphone for something to do, talking to whoever this is wasn’t it.
















