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[memoirsofrkxjiyeon]

Aftermath ● November Evaluation Preparation 

location: sphere practice rooms

#rknov19eval

Accidents are bound to happen yet as a trainee it is something can’t afford to do especially in this line of work. Minhee simply posted a simple Instagram post with the caption, “Mhm…I wonder who’ll be next to leave…” in reference to her friends keep departing & giving up on their dreams even her soul sister Angel who really wanted to debut alongside has now disappeared from sphere ranks. There was so much going inside this trainee mind it didn’t even click on how that post could affect sphere image when posted this simple post not thinking how people could link that to the decline in Convex’s members. The moment she saw the Netizen post online she knew that she will get in trouble for this mistake yet didn’t think the whole sphere company would go on SNS lockdown making her even more guilty. Minhee always is known as good girl whether in school or in life she rarely gets in trouble and she tries her best to stay out of it so when she called out of practice during Monday’s dance lesson to be reprimanded on her actions and remind her that every trainee under the company also carries its image with them. It deeply affected her making her feel so ashamed and blaming herself for being so careless. Obviously, everyone was frustrated including the staff members not be allowed to use SNS thanks to her actions she could feel it from them even coaches seem to really push her harder than usual to the literal brink of exhaustion, clearly she felt she deserved this punishment too. 

The typical bright happy expression that others were use to seeing has faded into something much bleaker even though she still put on a brave smile to her friends in the company. November turned into one of the toughest emotional & physical for this trainee, feeling constantly exhausted with no real-time to wallow in her emotions. What made it harder was the fact, the choreography for Don’t Make Me Laugh & Eung Eung require her to bring out sweet aegyo expressions which came so naturally but every morning she would practice on fake smiles & aegyo since she did not want to let down the audience down on the day of the performance. The fans would expect that from her it is one of her notable charm points and like she was reminded that carries an image of Sphere with her so it wouldn’t look good if she was looking glum while performing it would feed the ammunition of the netizen.  On the other hand, due to the constant pushing of coaches, it really did wonders for her muscle memory she would be able to dance to eung eung blindfolded and at least the world is reminded of her existence once again even though it wasn’t in the best light. The sphere trainee really did try to push through the happy thoughts yet it seems the darker ones kept raining on her parade. It is like she lost all her luck from losing her friends to constant guilt due to the matters of her own heart weighed so heavy. 

Will she able to get out this self-pity mode before the end of the month?? Or will she end up collapsing under all this stress?? Who will help her get out of this rut?? Stay tuned to find out. 

[asheewrites]

Doctor Visiting - Paris - pt 3

After almost a minute of her looking for the server, he sipped his coffee – not too bad, actually, the cream was… sufficiently fluffy – and looked at her… ‘a novelty’.

… with her white hair and curious green eyes and the fact that she felt this much… he’s seen her go through two rollercoasters on this day alone. Different from the clinic, but just as… strangely gentle.

He wouldn’t just lose interest…  

… right?

… in… what, actually?

“In France, waiters will never come over if they aren’t called. They respect the conversations of their guests,” he said, and Raphael’s attention was back on him, eyes wide and questioning.

“Oh,” she said and watched a waiter walk away from them. Her lower lip will receive bite marks at one point. “I… think we didn’t order either, yet”

And he chuckled. Because the angel’s dismayed and somewhat puzzled expression was… well… it was interesting, certainly. And would continue to be. And maybe the angel’s promise might make it… easier.

“Very true. Enjoy the coffee for a bit longer… it would be rude to talk while eating. So… to clarify… you’re giving me... permission? To-,“ he twirled his fingers in the air, stalling for time and smirking a her squirming, as little as it was, “Flirt? Pester? Tempt, seduce, court?” There was a pause. To sum it up: “Ah, speak freely?”

She closed her eyes… breathed in, breathed out… reopened one eye and said: “No break yet, then?” Another deep breath, then: “Well… yes. I do. First off, ‘speaking freely’ is the point of the whole exercise. You may, at any time, do so. That is, in essence, what I am there for. To talk to. And you can trust me with it. Nothing you do or say will be held against you. My task is to listen, ask questions and prove to you that you can trust me,” she nodded.

“So. That’s the reason why ‘courting’, ‘seducing’ and ‘flirting’ has a foregone conclusion: A refusal from my side, as already explained. I don’t believe you can stop tempting at all… and… well… ‘pester’… mmmh… that would imply I would think your company bothersome. That… will be difficult to achieve. So… OH! Two cases. I can not be ‘pestered’ when I have another patient in therapy. And, and I can not stress this enough, wing treatment. No one is allowed to disturb the process. No matter your attitude toward wings, this is strictly off limits” She said it tonelessly. As a fact.

She sipped her coffee. And all the seriousness was gone with a smile: “Everything else? You won’t be able to fulfil the purpose of any of these activities… but I can’t and won’t forbid you to try, if you think it worthwhile. I might even react in kind, it is very easy to fall in step with you. Casual, tension-less touches are perfectly fine as well, if you wondered. Medical touches goes without saying. But at one point, it’ll be a ‘no’. I can’t draw a strict line, but you tend to naturally have a great grasp at ‘naughty’, so… you’ll have this conversation in mind. And tense up. And give me the clue to say ‘no’”, she winked. And then waved at the waiter: “Maitre?”

He was not sure if he was supposed to be insulted. He’d help her to rebuff him?

… … … MH.

[asheewrites]

RaphMazinates3

It worked... surprisingly well. The whole living situation, I mean. A lot better and less eventful than I had anticipated. He reminded me I had to clean the dishes, I reminded him that eating required more than drinking a glass of water. He spread his books all over the tables - he studied medicine, apparently - and I didn't say anything and if I spread the clothes of this night's encounter all over the living room, there were two clean heaps the next morning, just like water - or coffee, for the strong-hearted - and aspirin waited for both of us. He didn't police my dating schedule and I didn't question his lack thereof. There was a bit of a lull in conversation at all times, he spend a lot of time in his own room, but really, we didn't argue, we didn't have problems, the bathroom was clean.

I could only shrug when he actually vacuumed at ten. I even giggled when I fell out of bed. It was a strange. Because we lived with one another since half a month and I barely knew a damn thing about him. Name, birthday, subject of study, apparently never slept (he was awake when I went to bed and was awake when I got up) and was not a picky eater, actually ate anything one put in front of him. Slowly, unwillingly, but he did. Aaaand... that's it. No idea why he had grey hair when he otherwise looked young, no idea where he came from, no idea what his favourite movie was, even he even knew what a TV is. I hadn't even seen his laptop yet!

The urge to one day just break into his bedroom rose. But... I couldn't do that, either. After all, he did kind of make my life... easier. So. Mh. When I walked home the next day, I walked past the cleaning schedule. And decided to take it with me. When dinner rolled around this time - I made a salad, he seemed to be able to munch that right away. spread croutons and chicken in it, to actually give him some substance. I joined him a minute into his crunching with a hamburger. And slid the schedule towards him: "It's our turn to clean the floors next month" He stared at the schedule, then frowned a little: "You took this from the whiteboard floor below" Which... was true. So he studied those, at least: "... so you knew about that" "Yes, but you took it with you, didn't photograph it" "Well, we are the last ones, no one else needs the schedule anyway," this wasn't the point of- He frowned some more - while munching - and said: "It's to inform everyone" "You know, you should talk to the landlord, he's the same way about schedules. And he's handsome!" I wriggled my brows, because I could always do that. He huffed and munched some more: "Mister Loew certainly would not appreciate being judged like this" "Ooooooh, so you did appreciate his handsomeness!" Raphael looked tired for a moment: "He explained to me the cleaning schedule, and he's our landlord, there is nothing to 'appreciate', he simply keeps his schedules since he takes good care of the house" Ah. That. ... I still didn't know a damn thing about him. Great. He ate the carrots last. That was something, right?

[worldof1000words]

The Time of the Dinosaurs

It was the time of the dinosaurs, and it was good. The sun beat hot upon the land. The air was thick with primordial life. Palm trees gorged themselves on oxygen, growing massive ripe fruits that smashed to pieces when they hit the ground. Terrible lizards stomped between valleys, feeding on each other and the mammals who were not quick enough to hide. I lived in the land of scrub, in the foothills of a mountain that scraped the sky, and I was always quick enough.

It was the sweet scent of overripe melons turning mushy in the sticky heat that first brought me out of my burrow. There’s something in that scent… It can draw me from miles. There’s nothing else like it. Except, occasionally, the spoiling flesh of my others, before the scavengers have picked clean their bones. I have traveled miles from my burrow, following the smell of ripeness, only to find death, and more often than not fight to avoid my own.

Mosquitoes buzzed around my snout as I scurried through the underbrush, following the scent trail of what seemed like it must have been a fruit bigger than me! When the odor was so overpowering that I felt it was squeezing me from all sides, I tore through a curtain of vines, and it was then that I saw it. It wasn’t the size of me, not quite, though I’d wished it was. Maybe the size of my head, which was nevertheless uncommonly large. Its tough, green and red hide was split open, revealing a treasure trove of wet, yellow flesh within. My mouth began to water…

A branch snapped on the other side of the tree. I flattened myself against the ground, ears twitching, muscles tensed against the possibility that something bigger may come for my prize. I relaxed when I saw a stout brown shape hop over the tree’s encroaching root. It was merely a young boar, wandering foolishly and sticking its tusks into everything it finds. I had seen her kind around the jungle - dangerous in groups, and moreso as they get older and pack layers of tough, gristly flesh onto their squat frames.

The youngster made a beeline for the fruit, black flies rising up in an angry cloud as the beast’s clumsy hooves knocked it around. It hadn’t noticed me yet. I waited until its back was turned before I made my move - leaping onto the boar’s back, I dug in - slashing and ripping and tearing. Her shrieks pierced the afternoon as warm blood spilled across the jungle floor.

I curled up and slept under an overhanging fern after devouring my fill of the sweet fruit. In my dreams I saw myself, from outside, standing on a raft of sticks and floating on an endless ocean. As I watched from my position floating over the waves, something emerged from the deep. It was a blur at first - a shift in color, a rippling motion perpendicular to surface eddies. But I had no way to scream - no way to tell myself of the giant mouth, surging up from below to swallow me whole. And in the blinking of an eye, the beast’s towering jaws snapped shut, excess ocean seeping out the sides. The raft bearing me was gone and I was left alone, trapped between a foreign sea and the darkening sky.