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She held up a mirror to her face and pouted at the reflection. As soon as she saw the other person she sighed. “Yeah, as you can see, my face is puffy. That’s probably what I get for not getting enough sleep.”
“Run a few laps maybe? I hear thats good for getting rid of puffiness. Gets the circulation going or something, I dunno...:”
Her smile warranted an even bigger one from him, and he resisted the urge to hug her again. His plan seemed to be working, for the moment anyway. He had no ide what was going on inside her head, but he hoped she wasn’t thinking of doing anything too rash anymore. If he had to stay with her 24/7 to make sure she didn’t get hurt, he’d definitely try. “Fair enough. But I promise to be a gentleman today, okay? Pinky promise,” he said, holding out his smallest finger for her to wrap hers with. “Um…it’s not really romantic or something people would see on a date but….I really wanna see Civil War….” he admitted sheepishly. “I’m down for soba, though. And then your dorm has less people so we can go to yours after, then…”
He was annoying. Not annoying in the way where she wanted him to shut up and leave, but annoying in the sense that she couldn’t get away with anything. A good kind of annoying. The kind of annoying that kept her safe from herself. The best kind of annoying to have around. Rolling her eyes, she wrapped her pinky finger around his, replying, “Fine. And I’ll try to behave, too.” She shrugged. “Sounds as good as anything. You think a rom com is my jam anyway? Because newsflash; it sure as hell isn’t. Let’s see Civil War. Mhm, you’re right. Plus Ahki’s hardly ever around, and Tia’s probably going to be out with either Sage or Eliza or something.”
AM or PM? she wondered at the other girl’s answer, unable to recall what time she’d actually come in (training late had really messed up her sense of time). Satomi frowned a little as she took in the Gossip leader’s appearance, as at present she resembled Satomi, exhaustion evident on her face. However, she chose not to comment - how rude would that be? - and instead replied, “Thank you. And, well, I am, technically, but I don’t suppose napping is really an appropriate use for it. If you need to use the space, I can go and carry on somewhere else. Actually training, that is, not sleeping.” She she let out a embarrassed chuckle, grimacing slightly at her own stumbling words as she got up slowly from the floor. “I’d say I might have overworked myself a little, but in this place, does such a term as ‘overworking’ even exist?”
A small smile appeared on Zhen’s face and she snorted a little. “Appropriate or not, I can’t name one person who hasn’t napped in here. You know Slash? The part-time-trainer, part-time-idol? I’m pretty sure he lives in his studio,” she mused with a small shrug. Zhen shook her head. “Don’t worry about it, honest. I wasn’t going to get much done anyway. It’s been a rough week. If you need help with training, though, I can attempt to lend a hand or something.” Zhen shook her head again, shrugging. “I don’t think ‘overworking’ is in anyone’s vocabulary here, but if you feel that way, then go back to sleep--I’ll cover for you if anyone comes looking or something.”
“That’s not how you comfort a pissed off best friend,” he whined, crossing his arms. “Excuse you, the corner? I know I’m small but I’m not that small and I deserve more than a corner - at least a table or something!” He attempted to upkeep a glare at Zhen, failing as he knew he words were right, “Well I’m not promoting and I’m used to getting like thirty over two days.”
“Who said I was trying to comfort you? My job is to kick your ass in gear when needed, and I’m doing that!” Zhen replied, rolling her eyes. “You could definitely fit in a corner if you curled up tight enough. If you need help, I can bend you into a pretzel and it’ll be a perfect fit,” She told him with as giggle. Holding up a fist with a little smirk, she added, “If you want I can put you to sleep?”
“I still don’t know how I feel about this new hair color.” Shi Woo said turning to look at the other inhabitant in the room. “What do you think of it?”
“I’d’ve gone bolder, but I am the one with bright pink hair,” she mused, smiling slightly. “it looks good.”
Satomi had been doing so much extra practising recently that she was exhausted, limbs aching from all the extra hours of dancing. She’d taken a break in the middle of a session, sliding down onto the floor and leaning against the cool wall, but she must have fallen asleep, as the next thing she knew, she was being startled upright by the noise of someone else entering the room. “Crap, I’m sorry! What time is it?” she asked, shocked and unsure of just how long she had been out.
Zhen was exhausted. She wasn’t sleeping at all again, getting maybe three hours per night if she was lucky. Her appetite was starting to dwindle a little, and despite everything with Brandon trying to distract her, she still felt herself about to slip into some old, nasty habits. In an attempt to stop all of that in it’s tracks, Zhen had decided to do some training. It had fixed everything in her trainee days--why not now. She jumped a little at the movement, eyeing the other girl. “Barely 2:00. Are you using this room?”
A smile appeared on his face as she scooted closer to him. Letting go of her hand, he wrapped an arm around her slender shoulders, pulling her right up against him and giving her a quick one-handed hug. After that, he laced his fingers back around hers once more, swinging their arms. “I’m always a gentleman. I’m the model gentleman, Zhen. And by doubting me, you just shot your lady status, so it’s gone now. Sorry.” He chuckled. “Awesome, date….what do people do on dates? Do you want to go see a movie? Civil War just came out–do you want to see it? There are other movies too….and then after the movie, we could get something to eat? And you can come to my dorm and chill if you want. Sound like a plan?”
She jumped a little, but leaned up closer anyway. It had surprised her, but she enjoyed the close contact, as fleeting as it was. The admittedly juvenile (but pretty cute) swinging had her smiling as she glanced over at him, feeling a little better about things. “If you were always a gentleman, I wouldn’t have had to remind you to be one,” she pointed out with an eyeroll, shrugging a little. She’d never been much of a lady anyway. “Those sound like very date-worthy events. Any movies you want to see? I know a place with the best soba in Seoul, so we could hit it up after.....But yeah. Sounds like a plan to me.”
Teddy returned the glare as his hand instinctively came to his arm, rubbing it a little to soothe the pain. Maybe he really was weak or maybe the lack of sleep he had been getting was finally taking it’s toll on him. “I’ve had probably fifteen hours sleep in the past two days - what do you think is wrong?” He snapped, tiredness definitely taking over his voice.
“I’ll punch you harder next time,” she threatened quietly, giving her best friend a pointed glare. “Then go to sleep. There’s a nice cozy little corner over there. Fifteen in two days ain’t even all that bad.....that’s like.....seven and a half hours a night. Just wait ‘til your promoting. It’ll be four a night and you’ll be wishing for this.”
You wouldn’t think it if you’ve ever spent more than about a minute with him, but Brandon was pretty level-headed and mature. Did he act on it? No. He preferred goofing off and making people smile. But when things got serious, so did he, and he was a good person to have in your corner when it did. A small smile appeared on his face and he squeezed her hand. “Yep, you heard me right. You need to get your mind off of things. I need a day off. We could both probably do with something to eat. Let’s call it a date.” Maybe he was abusing his knowledge of her feelings for him to get her to eat and stay healthy, but it wasn’t like he didn’t feel anything back. He was making things more awkward maybe, but at least she was healthy.
Zhen was fragile. Well, not physically--physically she was a tank. And mentally she was tough--mostly. But in those parts of her mind where she wasn’t so strong, she was extremely fragile, and if something broke there, everything else went to shit too. SHe’d never admit it, but she was grateful to people like Brandon who refused to let anything she said go. She probably would be around if it wasn’t for people like him. Securing her hand in his and automatically shuffling a little closer, she sighed. This was making her anxious--not in a bad way, just......it was weird. She didn’t like having feelings for people. It gave them too much control, but perhaps that was good in this case. Brandon didn’t seem like he was going to abuse that control, instead using it to make sure she was safe. “A date, then,” she repeated quietly. “Fine okay. we’re going on a date. You’d better be a gentleman, though.”
Somedays Teddy couldn’t be bothered for human interaction, let alone full-blown conversations and today was one of those days. “What were you saying?” He asked, looking at the other for a few seconds before looking up and following something as if it were flying away, “Oh dear, the amounts of fucks I give seem to have left me.”
Rolling her eyes, Zhen turned, slugging him in the arm and giving him a glare. “Tough talk for someone I can put in a headlock in a matter of seconds. You gonna tell me what the hell is wrong, or am I going to have to coerce it out of you somehow?”
“I wasn’t denying my bad attitude. I’m just saying, it’s probably not the worst in the world. I’m sure there are worse than me. Count yourself lucky–you don’t have to work with them.” She adjusted her hat and her laptop, leaning on the table. “Also, as an actual response to your question, I don’t think I’m supposed to do that kind of editing on posters. The people on them have to look somewhat real. The least resemblances to airbrushed dolls the better.”
“And I’m just saying, you’re full of shit,” Zhen said with a little laugh, crossing her legs where she sat and pushing her sleeves up before stretching her legs out. “See you say that, but I have to share a dorm with Ahki. So, basically the same thing. Too bad. I was going to aks you to edit the fuck out of my face next time you had a chance.’
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“…..Right, that’s definitely not happening,” Brandon said sternly. He still had a smile on his face (it was near impossible to wipe off) but this one was a lot more tense. Like it usually got when she stopped eating or when she started talking down about herself and he could feel her slipping. She’d made an offhand comment about missing being high, and while most people might let it go, Brandon knew better. He held out his hand for her, chewing on his lip until she took it. “Come on. We’re going on a date. Get your mind of things.”
She was in another low. She was upset and slipping and she just didn’t see the point of going on like everything was okay. It wouldn’t last, it never did--within weeks she was right back to normal (or as normal as she got....). But in that moment, Zhen didn’t see the point, and she wished she did. She wished she had held her tongue and kept her thoughts to herself, because now Brandon was worrying about her and was going to attempt to keep her busy and she’d have to turn him down and leave. That was her plan until she heard what he had to say, that is, cheeks flushing as she glanced at him from under her eyelashes. “A date? I heard you right, you said date--right?” she mumbled quickly.
Jonghyun liked to believe that he was a decent reader of people. It was a part of who he was, picking up on little shifts in their behavior that would signal how to properly behave around them. It helped him with socialization, knowing just what aspect of his personality to portray to which people. As his eyes racked over the pink haired idol, he immediately softened his smile, transforming it into something much more comforting than before. The younger’s uncertainty was rolling off of her in waves, filling the otherwise empty room with an air of nervousness. If he could, in any way, ease that uncertainty for her, then he would feel accomplished.
Her words took him by surprise at first, but another glance down her body had him coming to the realization that this might be the first time she had stepped into the gym. She was skinny, anyone with somewhat decent vision would be able to see that, and the way that she held herself only added to the nervous vibe that he had already picked up on. Aside from the muscles that he assumed she had picked up from dancing, he would wager that she was otherwise made up of skin and bones. He made a point of creating eye contact with Zhen, his features as soft as ever, “Ah, you know, maybe you should start with something easier then. What exactly are you working on? ‘Cause the treadmill is the simplest machine, I would say. But if you want weights, I can find you some, uh, less dangerous ones.”
She hated this. She wasn’t an anxious person, not at all. She was strong and bold and did whatever she wanted. She was loud and stubborn. She didn’t get insecure or frightened, yet here she was, trying her best to hide her wiry frame under her t-shirt a little more and at a loss for what to do. She sighed, going to pull her hair up, but thinking better of it and letting it hang over her shoulders--it was something more she could hide behind, therefore it was welcome. She was beginning to really regret her decision to come in the first place.
She tucked a strand of pink hair behind her ear shyly, glancing up at Jonghyun and giving him a small smile--one so small that it was barely there at all. “I....don’t know,” she admitted, doing her best not to blush. She was making herself look like such an idiot. “I just...Yuhye mentioned something about me working on muscle so.......I just figured.....why not, right?” she trailed off awkwardly. “Whatever you think is best. You’re the one who knows what they’re doing. Um....thank you, by the way,” she muttered, inwardly cursing at herself for being such a wimp.
[ ♛ @mkzhenzhen ] “Do you ever get scared that one day they’re going to sit you down in the chair and make you get rid of the pink? Do you like the pink?” More questions probably could’ve followed rapid fire, but Rian was too concentrated on running her fingers through the ends of the younger girl’s hair. She’d always admired Zhen’s bold look, but she could never picture herself doing something similar– either she didn’t have the guts, or the stylists wouldn’t let her to begin with. “Usually I just like natural colors… Blonde is the most exciting I’ll get, you know? But I really like this silver. It was just for a video but now I feel like I’m counting my days until the stylists snatch it away from me. This is so like, anxiety-inducing.”
Zhen scrunched up her face. “They wouldn’t dare. I love the pink. Oh man if they dyed it......” she shook her head quickly, holding onto a strand. “I’d dye it right back. It’s staying like this until I get tired of it.” She was stubborn, but she wasn’t stupid--she’d probably do nothing if they dyed it. Besides get mad and want to hit something. “The silver is a good look for you--hopefully they’ll let you keep it a little longer. If you throw a fit, they’ll let you do anything I’d bet. I mean, you’re a Haven member. You have a lot more pull than I do.”
“Fuck off,” he muttered with a little laugh, flinching a little but catching her hand. “I don’t want to push you off, though. It’s cold in here and you’re keeping my legs warm. So I guess I’ll stay. Besides, you look comfy, and if I push you off, you’d get mad and probably punch me or something. And I don’t really want to get punched today.”
Her heart skipped a beat but she covered that up with a quick eyeroll, trying to break her hand free but failing and squeezing it instead. “So basically, you’re using me as a blanket? How nice. How gentlemanly of you,” she muttered, rolling her eyes again. “I probably would. Not like it would hurt or anything, but I probably would. You sure you’re not gonna get fed up with me or anything?”
For as often as the dancer complained about having to visit the gym, it would be a lie to say that he didn’t enjoy working out. It was a way to isolate himself while still having some form of social interaction. He could run on the treadmill while catching up on a drama with whoever took the machine next to him. He could lift weights and have a casual conversation with his spotter. Or he could even lay on the floor, drenched in his own sweat, and enjoy the silence of the room, just as he was doing right now. For the last two hours, he had been alone in the company gym, and just as he decided to take a water break, someone decided to grace him with their presence. Shooting up from his position on the ground, he eyed his new company as they walked toward one of the bench presses. Jonghyun scrambled to his feet, wiping his forehead with a towel, “Hey, wait. Let me spot you. That thing is dangerous.”
Zhen was not necessarily what one would call in shape. She was thin, though that wasn’t due to exercise, and her cardio was okay, but she was a dancer. As for the rest of her, she was skin and bone. There was barely any muscle on her. She had no idea what had possessed her to go to the gym and fix that, but here she was, scratching her arm and looking around wondering where to start. This was all new to her.
A little nervous, she decided to scope out the equipment first, eyeing the treadmills and weights before walking up to the intimidating bench press and sighing. As she turned to go to a mat and start stretching, she was startled by a voice, jumping a little and whipping around before blushing. “Oh...um......” she trailed off, not wanting to turn down his offer, but not sure how to communicate that she maybe wasn’t quite ready for the bench press just yet. Usually she was so confident and blunt, but this was new for her. She was without the comfort of her baggy shirts and jeans and combat boots. She was pretty sure her foundation and concealer would come off if she started to sweat, and that meant people seeing her bare face, which was something she was afraid of (she had been a drug addict, and she looked it. She never went anywhere without at least foundation and concealer). “Right. Yeah. That’s probably a good idea. I’m not quite sure how to use it, so.....”
“So I got an email from my mom today,” Eliza said, glancing up from her phone before turning it off with a little shake of her head. “She and my dad are flying out. They want to come see me perform……Right, so how do I let them down lightly and tell them I’m not currently promoting and there are no SPADES stages planned during their visit? This is probably one of the most awkward things I’ve ever had to do.” Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. She wasn’t sure she wanted her parents to see her doing that sort of choreography.
“Perform for them anyway,” Zhen said with a shrug, smiling a little bit. “C’mon girl--you’re Eliza-freaking-Kim! Queen of SPADES! Best female rapper MK’s ever produced! I bet if you asked, they’d put a little something together for you. It’s worth a shot.”
