#boa:convos

[et-spiritus-sancti]

Why was she being like this? It was hard enough to be drunk and walk in a straight line, let alone chase his drunken friend down the street. "Come on, please! The taxi will miss us, and we'll have to wait for another one! We've already missed one, the place will think we're pranking them...."

Heels in her hands, Boa laughed and practically pranced down the street barefoot. “Ah, you’re such a party-pooper, Kyuhuuuuuunie,” she whined, drawing his name for no reason whatsoever. She promptly turned around and stood still, all 160 centimeters standing not so defiantly with the soju still in running in her system, a pout on her lips and a drunken flush on her cheeks.

“I’ll be good. Scouts. Honor.”

[et-spiritus-sancti]

@asy-minzy

“I’ll admit, my coming here was not my decision. Your father and the company had some old business before I took over and it led to us owing him a favor, which he called on when I took over SM as CEO. So, when I say your declining the trainee program offer won’t hurt my feelings, I mean it. My end of the deal is fulfilled either way.”

[et-spiritus-sancti]

boa+yunho; open

They didn’t mean to laugh but at this point the dating inquires were becoming quite a joke whenever the two of them were near each other. Boa tried to calm her laughter down but Yunho was the one who achieved it first, asking between breaths, “What makes you ask that?”

[et-spiritus-sancti]

boa; open

The Don let out a heavy sigh, leaned back in her chair, and rubbed a small spot on the bridge of her nose with her index finger. Her eyes were closed in slight annoyance and, while she tried to stay composed, it became a task too great for her patience.

“Mind repeating that again?”

[et-spiritus-sancti]

lxstfxrwxrds

“It wasn’t my fault! I swear!” the woman laughed, careful to keep her drink tight in her hand. “Some people just happen to rub me the wrong way is all. I can’t be blamed if a tiny little fight happens because of it.”

[et-spiritus-sancti]

shvdowlvnd

Boa was in no way trying to make her presence known. The college had asked her to come give a mini lecture on her experience as an idol turned CEO and how she managed a company, her career, and others at the same time. Simple enough task and she didn’t mind spreading knowledge and encouraging aspirations of young people. And it was a pretty straightforward lecture until she noticed a face in the crowd of wide eyed college students she’d had rather not, one that would have known about her darker dealings, and most likely did. It was no secret in the underground just who was the head of Museo Stella. And that girl would have most definitely known. The day just got more problematic than she anticipated.