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[lgcstella]

january '23 points

open event 03

sns post

mission tracker

journal ( need to write )

trainee session 01 w/ lgcjiah ( posted )

volunteering w/ lgchaley ( need to reply )

general threads

spinning out w/ lgcxminji ( need to reply )

perfect too w/ lgcsena ( need to reply )

die somewhere pretty w/ lgcsejun ( posted )

dial tone w/ lgcminkyu ( need to reply )

try your luck w/ lgcjinyoung ( need to reply )

plotting

for trainee mission 011

with many others...!

[lgcjiah]

.. practice until perfection : starter for @lgcstella​

jiah thinks she’s progressing steadily and at an okay pace as it is going. she has been with lgc for a little more than eight months, and while some skills have improved nicely, there are others she has been neglecting for some reasons. either because she doesn’t want to focus on certain specialties (like rapping) or because she’s straight-up scared she’ll suck big time (like dancing).

she didn’t mind the “punishments” since january. not until march came up, and they had to start working on their weakest skills, which meant jiah had to face that putting off dancing classes might not have been the smartest choice. “here’s the thing, though,” jiah finally straightens up her after stretching. she speaks quietly not to bother the other trainees and also because she wants to avoid anyone else overhearing them. “ideally, i know we’re supposed to know how to dance well. however…” she lifts her finger and takes a dramatic pause before continuing, “i wish i could debut just as a singer. no synchronized dances or anything. i could be like younmin sunbaenim. i would be the happiest, then.”

[lgcstella]

until stella had moved to seoul, dance had never been on the "agenda." she felt it in her very bones now, sweat running down the curve of her spine as she bent, bowed, twisted, until her body felt as though it was moving more naturally with the music just barely drowning out the squeaks of their sneakers on the wooden floor.

jiah was welcome company as stella stretched this weakest muscle of her performance repertoire. the two had connected quickly when they'd realized they'd shared a native language, and although sometimes stella wished she had a volume button that controlled the other's energy levels— ㅤㅤ"i'm listening," stella piped up even before jiah finished describing the ideal situation. they somehow always managed to be on the same wave length when it came to their careers, their goals, the way they navigated the standards and rules and compliance to them. ㅤㅤ"if i really thought i could get away with sitting on a bar stool or at a piano and crooning, i wouldn't be here," stella snorted out a laugh, pushing herself up from where she'd been resting between their practice. ㅤㅤ"i hated dance when i first got here. don't mind it s'much, now. would just be more fun if it was natural for me," she drawled in lazy english, slipping into the comfortable with someone who understood. "how do you think they decide who has to do the intense choreography and who doesn't? is it a skill thing, or a charisma thing?"

[lgchaley]

reality check ( trainee mission )               ( outside lgc building ) ft. @lgcstella ♡

haley can feel eyes on her even still, day in and day out. she wonders when it will stop, when people will stop whispering when she walks by and trying to make assumptions about what she could have done to be punished in front of the entire group of trainees and lose her spot at a chance to debut with legacy's new girl group. she hasn't felt this way since high school and the more she stresses out the harder it is to eat, to breathe, to exist.

there are at least a few people who are okay with being seen talking to her, one of those being stella, a fellow american. haley hasn't eaten yet today, making shoveling snow a particularly difficult task. the sun is warm even though the air is still bitter cold, making doing any kind of physical activity outside miserable. but no one will hear haley complaining, not once. legacy wants haley to believe she deserves this and the more she is branded with that red a, the more she does.

"i think we're almost done," haley says quietly, her eyes looking around for any managers or company staff, paranoid that they're around every corner now. "i didn't think it snowed this much in seoul. we've been at it all morning. it's a nice day at least," she says shielding her eyes from the sunlight with her hand as she looks around the street. she looks back at stella with a small smile. "right?"

[lgcstella]

the weather certainly wasn't suited for this sort of manual labor, and stella was realizing now that the way she'd been carrying the snow shovel was putting an ache in her lower back that was sure to linger. everyone else's lingering gaze, fixing on her only by proxy after she and haley had agreed to do this work together, was a different kind of ache. it curled around stella's stomach and made her think, was the public lashing not enough? leave her alone. stella had always liked haley well enough, though perhaps should have tried talking to her more because— ㅤㅤㅤㅤholy fuck, how do i make her feel better now? stella understood that this was a cultural gap, and one that she hadn't grown into yet. in her mind's eye, it was silly to allow people to have the particular standards of 'appropriateness' that they were held to— maybe haley was the same, and that was why she now found herself in this position, looking in stella's view like a statue of the longsuffering madonna as she blocked the sun from her eyes and offered a small smile. ㅤㅤ"yeah," stella's own smile came slowly, just a quirk at the corner of her mouth as she wiped sweat away from her hairline. despite the cool january air coloring their faces red, stella could see the pallor of haley's skin and offered, ㅤㅤ"you doing okay, there?" ㅤㅤㅤㅤoh, my god. stella. you idiot. ㅤㅤ"i mean, you know. today. let's make sure we got that curb and then, we could get something to eat?"

[lgcstella]

he smiles as she grabs his arm and pulls him into the nearest club. "you got it," he says giving her a fond smile and moving his way past the bouncer and into the thriving, loud pulsing club. "what d'ya want?" he wonders as he leans against the bar and making eye contact with the bartender, keeping her hand in his so that other's know to back off while they're together.

ㅤㅤi knew i should have googled cocktails before coming here. her knowledge was limited enough to make her lack confidence in the drink names she did think that she knew. stella took one look at the bartender, then sejun's face, and back again before calling out, ㅤㅤ"let's do a shot together. um, a green tea shot? can you order it?" it was a drink she'd had back in the college town in california, and stella was now relying on sejun to bridge that wide communication gap ( doesn't drink, hasn't ordered any drinks in korean ) between her and the man standing behind the bar. thank god he was able to. the drinks were fast, as one could expect of a place that managed to stay as busy as this one. stella manhandled sejun's arm to lock elbows with herself, so that their arms were linked when they lifted the glasses to their mouths. ㅤㅤ"you take a shot like this, i swear. my friends back home showed me." it was a lot harder to pull off with someone taller than said back home friends, but stella threw the shot back (and only made a slight face ), dropped the glass onto the bartop, and — ㅤㅤ"come on, we didn't come all this way not to dance." maybe the liquid courage was instantaneous, like a placebo. taking ahold of sejun's hand again, she pulled him into the mix of bodies on the dance floor, the crowd packed almost too tightly for her to identify the features on any of the faces around them, giving her hope that they were under the guise of anonymity as well. ㅤㅤ"i can barely hear myself think!" she damn near shouted at sejun over the bass, tipping her head back to fix him with a toothy grin.

[lgcstella]

。⋆˖⁺ trainee mission 011.

the camera smash cuts to stella moaning and groaning about the extra work— she is never less of a socialist than when someone else's mess means more on her plate. and now, for the notes on plots that could be related to this:

for the weakest skills training (1/2): stella's weakest skills are dance (#1) and performance, with singing being a close tie but less a priority since rap is already at 50. korean could also be chosen.

for the volunteer work (1/1): stella would work hard, and wouldn't show a negative face to any of the people they interact with, but would probably be a crank behind the scenes.

so, this now serves as the plot call for this event! please give this a "like" if you're interested in putting together a thread for one of the above. i will be slow in tumblr ims during the week, but you can have my discord if we're not already connected. and, if we are already threading a non-event thread and you're interested in doing one of these instead, we can do that too!

[lgcxminji]

having finished her final look, minji spritzed a hint of perfume on her wrists, before putting her black boots on and heading out the front door. she’d put on the black jeans to match with stella, along with a white off-the-shoulder button up and a black bomber jacket. she exited the doors of her dorm building, her pink and white purse in tow (which was quite a contrast from the rest of her outfit, albeit more in-line with her personality). 

“stella!” she walked over to the trainee, ready to have fun, but also feeling a bit nervous. she wasn’t used to going out to experience nightlife like this, even if it was just to a low-key lounge. what do you even do at a lounge? she was going to find out. anyways, she didn’t plan to do anything serious while she was there. she may have a drink, but just one. and she was definitely not going to talk to any boys while she was out. yet, anyways.

“i mean... as ready as i’ll ever be...” she lifted her leg to play with the backs of her low chunky heels, before she began to walk towards the metro station nearby. “so...” her voice trailed off, not knowing exactly what to say, but wanting to avoid any awkward silence. “what do you think you’ll do there? are you planning on drinking?”

[lgcstella]

drinking. could stella remember the last time they'd had more than a casual sip over dinner? their eyes flicked to minji, over what she was wearing, down to the shoes clacking on the sidewalk as they approached the station platform— was she going to drink? would it be rude to drink if minji wasn't? or, vice versa, rude not to if the other was planning on it? god, this was probably why neither of them had been particularly successful in 'getting out.' ㅤㅤ"i'm going to drink," stella finally announced, perhaps too resolutely. ㅤㅤ"at least one glass. maybe they'll have music playing? it's not like, a club," because that would have probably been too much, "but, i dunno— we have some drinks, maybe find a karaoke, pick snacks up and head home?" two slow blinks and a cock of her head later, and stella was realizing it sounded like she was making all of the plans. ㅤㅤ"what did you want to do? what sounds fun?" the train arrived just then, and stella wrapped her fingers gently around minji's forearm so as not to lose her amongst the evening crowd as they boarded. head down, eyes politely on the scuffed toes of their boots, they felt a sudden bubble of laughter rise up in their chest and leaned in to whisper, ㅤㅤ"i can't believe we're actually doing this."

[lgcminkyu]

Awareness came in short bursts that faded before he could embrace them and grasp reality. He felt the ground shift around Stella’s presence, and in his delusions, in the colours that swirled and the dark that consumed them, Minkyu might have thought he was flying or falling. But, even in his tired state, Stella standing before him was too obvious to ignore.

He was still smiling, with his gaze dropping to his fingers, which he wrung together, hooked and weaved into delicate embraces that he quickly broke. There wasn’t really supposed to be guilt or regrets, he thought.

Each decision they made was conscious ( it was, wasn’t it? ), and perhaps the breakdown came too late; maybe none of them had been preparing for this moment. Either way, he was here, she was there, and to start pointing fingers and taking responsibility was ludicrous. 

A fun night between two adults should not have been anything to be ashamed of, …right? 

“What do you mean, what am I here for? I’m here for etiquette class, duh. Just like you.” His eyes shot up as he thought, his eyebrows furrowed, and his lips pushed forward as though about to pout. “I’m still stuck in this building and have not yet moved to Legacy Agency. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me for a little longer. Is this a problem?”

her face lit up red, teeth biting down on her inner cheeks, before she was even conscious of the fact that she was doing it. ㅤㅤno shit, she thought to herself. their schedules had usually overlapped for classes like this— ones that crossed the border between their two interests. now forcing her to cross the invisible border built between them.

ㅤㅤ"right. no, i knew th— of course it's not a problem," and the words felt like guilt curling around her tongue, the edges of her teeth, settling high in her throat. stella glanced down at her watch, and then exhaled in a huff. there was still a bit of time before they needed to go listen to someone teach them about how to behave nicely for the cameras, which meant they possibly had enough time to start getting things off their (stella's) chest. ㅤㅤ"hey, min—" their eyes met (because she finally looked up from the floor), and stella had to stop herself from giving into the sneaking desire to avoid this. it was easy to let memories of how the last time they'd seen each other had gone, and to feel again that sensation of, what if he doesn't even want to see me right now? it was harder to accept that stella didn't like how the present felt. she wanted to be normal, again. a thousand benign questions came to mind, and she knew none of them would get to the heart of it. ㅤㅤ"how have you been?" stella took the coward's way out, anyway.

[lgcjinyoung]

lgcstella​:

。⋆˖⁺ try your luck

ㅤㅤ@lgcjinyoung ㅤㅤㅤㅤpresent day. convenience store by legacy dorms.

[ … ]

it didn’t go through. sympathetic color suddenly rose in stella’s face, because they’d been there more than once, with a card declining. ㅤㅤmaybe all those fancy clothes are from the company? maybe he just carries himself like that? damn, i’ve been such an asshole—

ㅤㅤ“shi— do you wanna try again?”

but before stella could make a plan to offer an out for the sake of his pride, jinyoung was already pulling out cash. a lot of it. all large bills of it. stella couldn’t help it, it was just so ridiculous, and so perfectly in tune with what they already thought about him— they started laughing. the kind of laughter that scrunched up the whole face, eyes rolling back to the ceiling. ㅤㅤ"sorry, just— like, of course. it’s just a few snacks, you don’t need all that.“

if there was one thing jinyoung enjoyed still doing like a normal person it was getting groceries. especially snacks- snacks that he was out of and thus needed to restock before starting his well deserved chill down evening with his favourite anime. the new episode had dropped yesterday and he hadn’t had time to catch up on it yet, attempting to dodge spoilers left, right and center so he could peacefully freak out about it at home.

the person greeting him wasn’t someone jinyoung was particularly ready to see. He had a feeling Stella wasn’t the biggest fan of him but as always Jinyoung didn’t exactly let it bother him. you win some, you lose some.

grabbing some tissues as well just in case along with his favourite chips and maybe a few other snacks just in case to stock up, the male found himself with an array of rather unhealthy food that the lone bottle of organic, sugar-free tea didn’t quite make up for. 

he just flashes stella what he hopes is his most non-threatening smile, quietly asking if they accept apple pay. it’s clear they don’t want to interact with jinyoung more than they have to but unfortunately it seems the update his phone made messed up his settings because the noise of a declined card is not one jinyoung is necessarily used to. he is used to technology messing up though and so the male made it a habit to always come prepared.

before stella can feel bad, jinyoung already raises a hand to calm them down. “oh don’t worry, it’s okay uh…,” he mumbles under his breath while looking for a smaller bill to pay for his snacks without making him look even more like the rich bastard they probably think he is.

“do you uh… can you change a 50K bill,” he asks timidly when he comes up short on any other measure of payment. the coins are too few for him to dig out and he hasn’t really had to use cash for a while now.

[lgcstella]

flipping through the mental rolodex of customers, stella tried to remember the last time they'd even seen a 50k note— and came up empty. their nostrils were flared as they stared at jinyoung, visibly trying not to laugh. again. ㅤ ㅤ"just—" you don't even like him, their internal monologue reasoned. which, was mostly true...but they also knew if they opened their till, they'd be counting small bills for way longer than they wanted him to watch them do math. ㅤ ㅤ"keep it." in a show of what probably looked like generosity ( which stella was already internally denying ), they punched in their employee ID and fished around in their own pocket for enough small change to cover jinyoung's assortment of snacks. they pushed the till shut, stared him down for a few seconds, and then dramatically puffed their cheeks out. on the exhale, stella breathed, ㅤ ㅤ"i'm off in a few. i've just decided that you're not busy, either. you can make it up to me by sharing that," and they jabbed their finger at the chips he was carrying. stella was particular about snacks, but, they weren't about to let him think he was getting off scotch free. ㅤ ㅤ"now, um— go, like. do something else. we've got chairs." they really just didn't want him to watch them finish stocking the shelves. the minutes ticked by quickly ( perhaps because they were stressed about their impromptu audience ), until stella was approaching jinyoung with a quick tap on his shoulder. when their eyes met, stella's brows arched before they extended a hand. "chip. and, c'mon, i've gotta lock up."

[larmoyante]

“I am so busy. I am practicing my new hobby of watching me become someone else. There is so much violence in reconstruction. Every minute is grisly, but I have to participate. I am building what I cannot break.”

— Jennifer Willoughby, The Sun is Still a Part of Me

[lgcsena]

sena had an eye for fashion. she had always considered herself a lover of all things clothing. when she was little, it was playing dress-up in her mother’s fancy closet of beautiful evening gowns. it eventually developed into her gawking at models in magazines, keeping up with all the latest trends, and almost weekly sunday shopping trips.

however, she felt fashion was a lot more than just aesthetics. she believed in practicality in fashion. sure, you could look great in a red satin evening gown, but is that what you should wear when you’re just going to a party of fellow high school graduates? should you wear leather leggings to pilates? unless it was specifically for a photoshoot or music video, sena didn’t see a need to dress impractically for the place.

that’s why she couldn’t help but stare at stella’s feet during training. chelsea boots? this practice wasn’t being filmed or anything, so why would that have been their footwear of choice for the day? her suspicious were confirmed when she heard the coach talk to stella after practice, and it was just that thought that she was in when stella approached her.

was that really what stella thought of her? and better yet, is that what stella was really worried about in this moment? but still, she nodded. “uh... yeah, i didn’t plan on it...” that was a lie. she typically told her fellow fashion-minded friends about the various faux pas she saw throughout the day. but if stella had specifically told her not to, she wouldn’t. “to be fair though,” she said “it was a bit eye catching to see those moves in those boots,” she said, letting out a small laugh. “but hey, at least you’re prepared to dance in any shoes legacy tells you to wear, right?”

[lgcstella]

anyone with working eyes could see that sena knew how to present herself. stella felt every hair out of place, every chip in their nail polish— she hated it, but the knee-jerk instinct when faced with a pretty girl who seemed to have her shit together was to feel like she would be looked down on. that and the preceding reputation of the girl before them was why their metaphorical hackles were raised. stella let sena speak but felt vaguely like she was about to grind through her own back molars just listening to her, waiting for an appropriate moment to interject in her own defense. there's no way 'eye catching' is a good thing. there's no way she wasn't going to tell someone. there's no way. ㅤㅤ"look, i j—" sena laughed. stella blinked slowly at the sound, as if reflecting their brain booting back online. their gaze flicked down to their ( stupid ) shoes and then back to sena's face. the smile there looked genuine, and without really thinking about it, they smiled back, nervous energy curling at the corners of their mouth. maybe they needed to recalibrate their expectations— sena looked nice. not just in the way her hair sat, but nice in the might-not-humiliate-you-like-you-thought way. ㅤㅤ"i thought i had left my sneakers in my bag," stella blurted out, looking almost embarrassed by the admission, brow knitting together in near comical seriousness. ㅤㅤ"so. it wasn't on purpose, or anything." another slow blink. her face turned pinker. ㅤㅤoh, my god, stella. she didn't ask. "i don't know how anyone does it, in taller heels— you're lucky, you're tall enough you might not get the platforms." it was an attempt at a peace offering, after the initial way she'd come at sena. to lean into the girl's joke.

[lgcstella]

。⋆˖⁺ try your luck

ㅤㅤ@lgcjinyoung ㅤㅤㅤㅤpresent day. convenience store by legacy dorms.

when the bell had rung above the door, stella's voice called from amongst the boxes of snacks that needed to be stocked onto the shelves. ㅤㅤ"just a minute!" it was late, and they hadn't been expecting to see someone so close to the end of their shift. so, when they rounded the corner and saw who exactly it was— ㅤㅤyou've gotta be kidding me. ㅤㅤ"let me know if you need help finding anything." thankfully, stella had a little more practice keeping their thoughts to themself than when they'd first met kim jinyoung, who was now shattering some kind of well-curated fourth wall that separated this position from stella's work with legacy. ㅤㅤhas he ever come in here? how could we have always missed each other?

when jinyoung approached the register, stella snatched up ( none too gently ) his items and began scanning, looking everywhere but his face. he asked something about apple pay and they waved a quick gesture at the scanner, waiting for him to tap and get out of their hair so they cou— it didn't go through. sympathetic color suddenly rose in stella's face, because they'd been there more than once, with a card declining. ㅤㅤmaybe all those fancy clothes are from the company? maybe he just carries himself like that? damn, i've been such an asshole—

ㅤㅤ"shi— do you wanna try again?"

but before stella could make a plan to offer an out for the sake of his pride, jinyoung was already pulling out cash. a lot of it. all large bills of it. stella couldn't help it, it was just so ridiculous, and so perfectly in tune with what they already thought about him— they started laughing. the kind of laughter that scrunched up the whole face, eyes rolling back to the ceiling. ㅤㅤ"sorry, just— like, of course. it's just a few snacks, you don't need all that."

[lgcstella]

。⋆˖⁺ dial tone

@lgcminkyu ㅤ ㅤpresent day. legacy's offices.

something about this day felt like it was "too much" from the moment stella left the dorms. lessons had felt particularly challenging, picking what to eat had felt insurmountable, there was a pinch in the right heel of her shoe that certainly hadn't been there before— it was like the universe was shaking her awake, she just couldn't tell why. then, stella rounded the corner, and all of the signs came to a head, like god was waving her giant foam finger right at the figure now standing no more than a few feet away.

ㅤㅤ"oh." it was remarkably ineloquent, but whether the sudden flush of color to her cheeks was from embarrassment over the knee-jerk exclamation, or from the way her brain made a quick hop skip and a jump down memory lane the second their eyes met, it wasn't immediately clear even to her. ㅤㅤ"hey, minkyu."

minkyu. there was a face she hadn't been expecting, but should have known would turn up eventually. stella suddenly became aware of the phone clutched in her hand, which she knew contained text messages that had either gone unanswered to or gotten a generic reply back. it had been like that— god, how long had it been? she had an inkling that it was largely her fault and so found herself staring down the narrow gap between a rock and a hard place. ㅤㅤit would definitely be weirder if you didn't talk to him. "are you— what are you here for?"

[lgcmedia]

@LGCENT just posted a photo!

sure would be (n)ice if queen elsa shared some tips and tricks 🥶

#lgctrainees #lgcent #limstella

[lgcxminji]

[ to: stella ✨ ] i- well- no... [ to: stella ✨ ] that's good. something nice and... low key ㅎㅎ [ to: stella ✨ ] i haven't been out in so long... [ to: stella ✨ ] god i'm twenty and haven't even been to a proper club message deleted! [ to: stella ✨ ] white puffer... bold choice, i like it. it's not super cold out, is it? i'm thinking about whether i should wear my black pants or a skirt and tights

[lgcstella]

ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: oh, she's so *punny*... ㅤㅤ ✉️ to minji: me either, honestly ㅜㅜㅜㅜ but i believe in us. mostly. ㅤㅤ ✉️ to minji: for like, five minutes....jk! ㅎㅎ ㅤㅤ ✉️ to minji: u know me, i'm always cold. can't help it. i've already got on black skinny jeans? matchy match with me 🫶 ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: except for with the puffer, since you're a hater~ ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: gonna head down to the front now. see u soon xoxo

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

pocketing her phone, stella sucked in a gulp of air before exhaling to make sure it wasn't cold enough to see her breath— which, subsequently, meant the weather couldn't be an excuse for wriggling out of the freshly laid plans. truthfully, she had been ready for a hot minute, now. but, that had given stella time to agonize over whether or not to follow through with asking minji if she wanted to follow through with something they'd danced around not infrequently. "this could be fun...it's supposed to be fun," stella grumbled to herself as she checked her bangs for the nth time, as a way to give her anxiously fidgety fingers something to do until— ㅤ"minji!" she spotted the other girl as soon as she'd appeared (though, honestly, who else was heading down at this time of night?), waving a hand as if she wasn't also obviously the person minji would be looking for. ㅤ"you look good," her voice sitting at a soft hiss, as if they needed to be secretive, "you ready to do this?"

[lgcstella]

。⋆˖⁺ die somewhere pretty.

@lgcsejun ㅤ ㅤsummer of '21. itaewon.

ㅤunstoppable force: sejun's power of persuasion. ㅤmeet, immovable object: stella's insistence that the nightlife was a waste of time. sejun won this time, though stella could still hardly wrap their brain around how. they had been texting, as they often had since stella had signed with legacy, and somehow he'd nettled his fingers into their brain and convinced stella that one night out wouldn't kill them. ㅤ"famous last words," she had said. but she'd smeared the red lipstick on and headed out to meet him at the train, anyway.

ㅤ"oh, my god," were the first words out of stella's mouth when the two made the short trek from the station to the beating heart of the club scene of itaewon. this was something stella had heard about in her father's k-dramas, but— ㅤ"everyone looks more expensive than i thought." internally bemoaning that their own dress was perhaps too obviously purchased from a fast-fashion online retailer, the raised hairs on the back of stella's neck told them they needed to decide this would be fun, or they'd spend all night agonizing over the snags at their hemline. their hand, balled in a tight fist, connected with sejun's bicep, though it had little heat behind it— a teasing jab, accompanied by an exaggerated huff. ㅤ"alright, first round's on you. c'mon." they jerked their thumb towards the club with the shortest queue (and least intimidating bouncer), and then they were off.

[trueblueboygenius]

[lgcxminji]

[ to: stella ✨ ] hm?? [ to: stella ✨ ] we *did* say that, and i’m also not busy right now... just hanging out in the dorms [ to: stella ✨ ] but in gangnam-gu? isn’t that kinda far away for this late? will we make the last train back? message deleted! [ to: stella ✨ ] we can do that! the name is especially promising~ [ to: stella ✨] tell you what, give me like fifteen minutes to get ready and i’ll be down 😊 should i meet you outside the trainee dorms? [ to: stella ✨] also, are there any reviews? do people like this place?

[lgcstella]

ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: c'mon, you think i'd take you to a weirdo place? :p ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: ...don't answer that 💕 ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: the reviews are good!! it looks pretty small. lounge has some low tables we can grab for just us ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: maybe i should change first..what are you gonna wear? ㅤㅤ✉️ to minji: yeah, let's meet down there. i've got on my white puffer, so u won't be able to miss me lol