윤빛나.

diamond⠀skin with⠀a⠀porcelain⠀heart.

[lgcbitna]

⠀ ⁽⠀⁰⁰¹⠀⁾⠀⠀PROFILE.⠀⠀⁽⠀⁰⁰²⠀⁾⠀⠀STRINGS.⠀⠀⁽⠀⁰⁰³⠀⁾⠀⠀POINTS.

[lgchyoseop]

lgcbitna

warning⠀┈⠀alcohol mentioning.

the girl doesn’t indulge in the pleasures of alcohol like she once did, having to cut herself out of that hole and maintain a different lifestyle after things got serious with her training and career. the same goes for hyoseop, they’re in the same boat, more or less. it’s why they’re here, indulging in drinks and such with no—one else around, sat in the middle of hyoseop’s living room on the floor. yoon bitna’s alcohol tolerance has always been high, it takes more than two bottles to get her tipsy in the slightest. she’s sober. she is, she knows what she heard coming from the mouth of hyoseop, who’s begun to grow drunk, and has kept his gaze lingering on her for longer than intended. she ends up choking a little, coughing out the bitter taste in her mouth as she stares at hyoseop, wide—eyed. “what?”

tw: mentions of alcohol

hyoseop had once had a life where he partied a lot, flirted a lot, as legacy began showing him more and more to the public, he had to drop that life. he’d once been known for flirting with almost everyone, now he had to hold himself back from flirting with anyone. and having debuted meant he had to be even more careful, he couldn’t even be seen with a girl in public, and imagine the drama if people knew he was secretly drinking with a girl. rumours and scandals will come some day, he just doesn’t want that some day to be soon.

he’d usually say he’s great with alcohol, but he’s close to drunk right now, if not already drunk. perhaps it’s a mix of not having drank in a while and having had too much to drink. “you have terrible ears” he shakes his head, “i’ll repeat it for you” he straightens his back, “i’ll say it slowly this time”. “do” … “you” … “know how pretty you are?”.

[lgcbitna]

both hyoseop and bitna know the impact that rumors can have on their lives, not to mention their careers; everything can be ruined if they aren’t careful with their actions as relationships are a thing in which isn’t so welcomed by the industry. the crazier part is even the platonic friendship of two may as well count as barely enough to keep words from spreading. neither of two want to be at that level of risk.

( me? terrible ears? ) bitna repeats in her head, a brow twitching. she’s not so sober, after all, particularly not with how she’s extended her arms in order to clasp ahold of hyoseop’s face, mushing together at his flushed cheeks. “of course i do!” squish. pinch. “just didn’t—” bitna releases hyoseop, shoving him back lightly in the process, eyes looking anywhere but at him. “… think you’d be the one to say that to me.”

[lgcbitna]

⁽⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⁾⠀⠀﹕⠀⠀LGCAERI.

in a way, bitna is glad that neither strategy of promotion has grasped ahold of this place yet, however long that might last. there’s a hum of agreement in response to aeri’s comment, head nodding. “café’s are much better when they’re hidden gems.”

fame’s never been a pretty thing in spite of those who dream of and desire it, just as privacy is a hardship for those who’ve debuted — bitna is no stranger to that fact. she wouldn’t have chosen this path of becoming an idol even if it were the last choice on earth, had it not been for her mother’s wishes. the freedom of wandering about without recognition from all corners is easy to give up when it comes down to a purpose like that. “i’ll try to enjoy this ‘normal person’ life as much as i can. but it’s funny,” bitna mirrors aeri, a breath exhaling from past lips which borders on a soft laugh. “i wish i was a homebody, but i like exploring, so it doesn’t suit me.” — the only times bitna must be confined to the walls of her home is when she’s busy fighting off colds, which is rare in itself.

bitna waves off the insistence, “no, no! i invited you here so it should be my treat. everything on here looks nice,” brows furrow, traces of indecisiveness crawling its way up the spine. “maybe… let’s get one of everything?”

[cherry-yunas]

Yeji in Dolce & Gabbana - ICN Airport 24.09.20

[cherry-yunas]

Yeji for Dolce & Gabbana at Milan Fashion Week

[lgcbitna]

⁽⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⁾⠀⠀﹕⠀⠀LGCHYOSEOP.

warning⠀┈⠀alcohol mentioning.

the girl doesn’t indulge in the pleasures of alcohol like she once did, having to cut herself out of that hole and maintain a different lifestyle after things got serious with her training and career. the same goes for hyoseop, they’re in the same boat, more or less. it’s why they’re here, indulging in drinks and such with no—one else around, sat in the middle of hyoseop’s living room on the floor.

yoon bitna’s alcohol tolerance has always been high, it takes more than two bottles to get her tipsy in the slightest. she’s sober. she is, she knows what she heard coming from the mouth of hyoseop, who’s begun to grow drunk, and has kept his gaze lingering on her for longer than intended. she ends up choking a little, coughing out the bitter taste in her mouth as she stares at hyoseop, wide—eyed. “what?”

[lgcbitna]

something about the sky ﹕ @lgcxnoeul.

the sun has decided to hide itself behind the comfort of the clouds, almost giving off the prediction that it will rain at some point during the day. for most, that would mean nothing can be done for outside plans. for others, like bitna and noeul, it’s all the more better; a familiar penchant for the rain, and a familiar dislike for summer that draws them together.

there had been countless times of running in circles with leading up to this event — the fault equally split between two who often failed to keep consistency in messaging and the sorts. it’s why bitna hardly has a plan for what they’re going to do, save for wandering around; the most that had been finalized was the time, day, and place they’d meet: the train station, at noon.

the clock’s long ticked past the hour of twelve, hitting the thirty minute mark and bitna’s watched numerous people walk past her waiting, seated figure on a bench, that aren’t noeul. the moment that her gaze lowers to the ground, a pair of sneakers steps into view — the brand of vans recognizable, causing head to tilt upwards to meet with one’s face.

“you’re late,” bitna deadpans with eyes narrowed into a squint as she scrutinizes the male before her, taking in the impression that he probably — most definitely, woke up barely an hour ago. “have an excuse for me to hear?”

[lgcbitna]

sugar rush ﹕ @lgcjunkyu.

yoon bitna has repeated this cycle countless times before. that is, wandering through the streets on a clear night, with stars painting the dark sky.

it starts with a visit to the nearest convenience store, and a familiar smile that greets her instantly when she reaches the counter with too many snacks to count by fingers alone— snacks, lollipops, banana milk, strawberry popsicles. and even if they don’t converse much, if at all, the cashier has seen her in and out enough to keep note of what she likes to get the most, always giving her extras on the house and as a treat.

it ends, usually, with a visit to the playground and watching the world spin around her on the swing, eating away at what she’s bought. it’s her alone time— or well, should have been her alone time, today. instead, she finds another person occupying one of the swings today, rocking back and forth on it in one’s lonesome.

bitna squints, with brows furrowed, and slowly trails her way to the empty swing beside, cautiously, plopping down on the seat—board. awkward silence ensues. she kicks at the sand a bit, before rummaging through her plastic bag, and pulls out a mini box of banana milk; tilting her head sideways to take a look at the figure next to her, deciding to offer the drink to him.

“you look like you could use a snack. or, company.”

[lgcbitna]

⁽⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⁾⠀⠀﹕⠀⠀LGCAERI.

tiers curl upward into a small of equal gentleness as she watches aeri approach the table, gesturing to the seat opposite her end; seating herself down once after she’s ensured that the other had made herself comfortable. “of course,” it’s only aeri that she had thought of inviting to this one, specifically — it relieves bitna that she likes the place. “it’s been building for a while if i recall correctly, opened just last week.”

if there's one thing that bitna stays on top of, excluding schedules and all, it's new places that've recently opened to the public. the design of this one is simple, plain with its usage of pastel colors and yet, still cute enough to gain the right amount of attraction. it’s cozy, to say the least.

“i’ve been well. training, studying, the usual routine. i like that i can still get out once in a while like this,” bitna’s hand follows with a slide of the menu to aeri, done—so with much anticipation, “it’ll be my treat.” she chimes, before leaning back against her chair.

[lgcbitna]

let me dream ﹕ @lgcaeri.

yoon bitna finds herself more nervous than she'd ever be for things like this, a hangout with someone unfamiliar and yet she's observed plenty of times while lingering around the studios of legacy. she'd proposed the idea of visiting a new café nearby on a whim one time, in spite of minimal interactions. ( but does it matter? when the answer to her invitation was a yes? no, not at all. )

too early. bitna's found herself arriving fifteen minutes earlier than the allocated time, causing her to dwell in solitude for the remaining minutes within the crowd around her. she's been shuffling in her seat, unsure of what position feels best to watch the clock on the wall tick by, picking at her nail until the pink polish begins to chips off bit by bit; even her ice has begun to melt into her iced americano before she's taken so much as a sip of it. there's no way she's doing that now, the taste would only make everything terrible.

a new swarm of people parades through the doors, the figure of aeri is one that bitna notices amongst them almost instantly, glowing in contrast to the rest. she waves an arm, in high—hopes to catch her attention from the table she's seated at, “over here, aeri!”

[lgcmedia]

@LGCENT just posted a photo!

treated myself to some late night snacking. ♡

#lgctrainees #lgcent #yoonbitna

[lgcbitna]

one of thousand ways⠀﹕⠀@hyunsoolgc.

encounters between yoon bitna and lee hyunsoo have really only ever occurred during a phase that now brings chills running down spine with each and every time it’s recalled in the slightest. some people have long left bitna since she stopped holding parties or attending, discarding her title as the life of them. not that she cares in the slightest to have kept them around, their absence doing more than their influence ever did.

the only person out of all of them who is, somewhat, in contact, is hyunsoo. but that’s hardly surprising when they’ve both ended up under the same agency, except — with different paths and equally conflicting schedules in which often keep them apart. it doesn’t make it any better, that bitna is closer to the younger of lee siblings than she is to the eldest. still. who would she be, to ever deny the plea of a friend for fashion assistance?

it’s what brings bitna to the front door of the apartment that hyunsoo bought recently, ever—so polished and clean with its design. she’s never expected anything less, really. a finger hovers over the doorbell, almost hesitant, before hastily pressing the button, letting the ringing echo throughout the empty hallway for a persistent, stubborn minute. then, she sing—songs, “anyone hooome?”

[ryudaeng]

[lgcbitna]

⁽⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⁾⠀⠀﹕⠀⠀HAEWONLGC.

i hope things are going well for you. the words repeat inside bitna’s head, spinning in a persistent circle. it’s a genuine type of sincerity that is evidently objected to, default tuning it into some sort of pity instead. even if things weren’t — who is yoon bitna to ever admit to it? the option of bottling up everything seems to be the easiest way out, anyway. it’s the only thing she knows to do flawlessly.

“thanks.” you too, goes unsaid; appreciation as silent as ever, given through a set of gritted teeth. it stings her, too, the warmth that melts at the frost of a heart, her heart. closure that neither side of the family had, maybe it’s up to haewon and bitna to secure it, after all.

bitna’s lost track of how long she’s been around, a factor bound to have gotten buried under the amount of training she dedicates herself to while she’s here. “uh, two years?” it’s said with a tinge of unsureness, disappearing as fast as it appeared.

“maybe we were kept apart for good reason.” maybe to keep this feeling at bay, the uncomfortableness of them meeting with all their bad memories intact. “should we… catch up over some drinks? my treat.”

[lgcbitna]

helloooo. ♡ i have not been the best at responding to dms lately, but i’m hoping to get back to everyone soon ( when my battery recharges itself ). anw. this is more of a starter call !! paws at you. please leave a like for a ( general ) random starter.

[lgcbitna]

⁽⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⁾⠀⠀﹕⠀⠀HAEWONLGC.

as far as haewon and bitna come from the same family line, they are different in every aspect. it’s a given, considering that while haewon decides there’s no real bad blood between them, bitna — on the other hand — decides there is every bit of bad blood between them; the best she can offer is to pretend it doesn’t exist. that they don’t exist, to one another.

there might have been a minimal preference towards being ignored, or regarded as someone who was completely unknown. it would have saved them both the awkwardness, and the small talk for bitna. if there is one thing she catches onto quickly, it is the tone of the other’s voice, sarcasm laced with the words uttered.

“i see. so you are.” bitna confirms, in spite of narrowing her eyes into a borderline judgemental squint, searching upon haewon’s face for any trace of a joke. then, shoulders roll into a light shrug. “what do you think, haewon?” the name leaves a strange aftertaste on her tongue, rusty and metallic, it leaves her grimacing internally. “i’m training here, too.”

[lgcbitna]

⁽⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⁾⠀⠀﹕⠀⠀LGCHYUNHEE.

bitna, save for schedules, barely keeps to the confines of the building. boredom is her worst enemy, and it always, no doubt, comes to ruin her day whenever she's not training, wandering around, shopping, or grabbing something to eat and drink.

she's more a smoothie girl than she is a coffee girl — the sweetness of fruits being the only thing she can handle the aftertaste of. bitna had yet to order her drink before focus is inevitably gone from the queue, and placed onto the pretty, pink bow that almost escapes with the wind.

a hum echoes softly in acknowledgment of hyunhee's thanking, “you're welcome.” stranger or not, bitna still has half the heart to take her chance of growing past the label, becoming acquainted, or friends; the way she laughs along to the other. “how about giving me your free time, today?”