// pancake dieting
@rkxblue
even when it should be much easier to meet another trainee or an idol from the same company, the reality was different most of the time. since everyone had different schedules in regards of training and practice, it was pretty hard to catch his friends. and even if he finally caught one of them, it was never guaranteed that they would be able to stop and take a moment to talk to him. which again made kt feel a little lonely sometimes, but that didn’t stopped him from trying to interact with his dear friends and colleagues, whenever there was a chance to.
and one of these chances had appeared, when he luckily caught sight of blue, who he jokingly called the first member of kt’s colour unit, during lunch time. with a big smile on his lips, he approached her. it’s been a good while, since they got to speak, but she seemed to be doing well. “hello, blue sunbae! nice to see you here. are you having lunch at the cafeteria?” the older man asked, before lifting up his lunchbag. “my mother made too much jeon for chuseok, so i am on a pancake diet right now. want to join me?”
call it an odd form of nostalgia to be in the cafeteria whenever she didn’t need to be -- the freedom that came with the idol schedule meant that even when she did come to the building to train, she didn’t have to eat lunch in the cafeteria ( versus when it was a standard back as a trainee, when it was easier to eat on campus so one could get back to training quicker afterwards ). ahyoung remembers the days of cursing the food and all who enjoyed it, especially since the food was hardly delectable despite being at the “best” entertainment company within the nation. but she’s looking for something different this time around -- while the other members order delivery for the twenty-seventh time in row, her taste buds were craving something different. so here she stands during their lunch break, wondering if it was worth it to see if the food had gotten better while she was away.
ears pick up upon her name being called while she stands a distance away from the cafeteria line, the grin upon her face growing wide once she puts a face to the deep timbre; greeting him with an enthusiastic salute of two fingers, “yo, mister gray man! long time no see!” though she wants to say she’s surprised that he’s still here, that he’s still putting up with the mess as she thinks about the whispers she’s heard about the nsg project -- makes her happy that she debuted whenever she did. “i don’t know, maybe? it’s been a while, thought i’d see if this shit is still ... shit, for old times’ sake.” she laughs, nice and warm, though it dies out as soon as he mentions jeon, eyes lighting up as if the universe existed within, “shit, for real? i love jeon! i tried to make my ma make extra for me but she just called me a greedy ass. i’d be honored to help you, in your quest to not become a pancake yourself, since you are what you eat after all ~” ahyoung jokes, bending at the waist with a dramatic bow. “what kind is though?”












