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“What are you doing here?” Chorong looked over at the blonde haired girl, gasping softly. She only thought that the female worked in the bookstore, so she wondered why she was behind the stage, helping to style the idols. Nonetheless, the leader was delighted to see her.
Be my friend.
"Friendship accepted!” she grinned brightly, “Do you wanna get some friendship frozen yoghurt, too?”
Hello~
A gentle grin spread through her face and she bowed at the girl, “Hi!”
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“Yeah, but they didn’t actually believe us! Or they believed us too much …” She laughed shaking her head. “We had to run out of there to avoid making out in front of them.” Though if she were being honest, she really wouldn’t have minded making out with there other. “I’m glad we finally get to hang out somewhere other than a drunken club though. Now I can actually get to know my fake girlfriend.”
“I’d say the former. We were trying so hard to look all giddy that we just looked so forced.” The memories made her laugh as well, even holding her middle to prevent a cramp from forming from laughing too much. “Please you ran out of there and practically dragged me along. Though not going to lie, it wouldn’t have been good for me to do that in public, even worse with a woman, because, you know, idol here!” Her growing smile was hidden behind her palm, eyes narrowing to crescents. “Yeah most definitely. I love clubs as much as the next person but I do prefer more of the quieter things.” That came from her being an idol as well. She could easily grow tired, which could be mistaken as her having little energy but with the hectic schedules it was inevitable. “Hmm, nothing to know about me that you probably don’t already know. That is, if you keep up with AOA.”
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He laid on his bed, wrists and ankles sore from the restraints that they had put on him the day prior. Aiden sighed, letting his eyes flutter close. How had he let things spiral out of control like that, he had always prided himself in being in control, but the way she spoke, the way the doctor had spoken to him the previous day had pushed him over the edge, made him a person that he didn’t like to show, the reason he was in here in the first place. It was not like he attacked her — well, not yet at least.
She had asked him questions, questions that he knew deep down he knew the answers to, but refused to acknowledge. Painful memories that he didn’t want to dig up and resurfaced, and it broke his usual facade of nonchalance. Aiden had always been good at manipulating people, getting them to do things for him while making it seem like they were doing it for themselves. That was how he got by, and that was also the reason he was housed there, locked up and away from the eye of the public. But no, he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, he assured himself over the loud, hysterical screaming from the room down the hall.
A soft rapt on the door drew him out of his thoughts as he sat up in bed, propping a book up onto his thighs before smiling politely, a stark contrast to how he had behaved merely hours ago. “Hey Doc,”, he called out, friendly, but with a playful glint in his eye, “What’s on the agenda today?”
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A quiet ping fills the once silent room and Aiden finds himself groaning, hoping it wasn’t anything work related. He had finally gotten some free time off and curling up to a book like he had planned to sounded perfect. Nonetheless, he couldn’t ignore the notification and soon he’s picking up his phone and swiping at it.
The picture that he sees catches him off guard, as his eyebrows furrow. Was this some kind of joke? Aiden tilts his head and stares at it in amusement before tapping out a reply.
[mssg → unknown] I think you have the wrong number.
[mssg → unknown] But thanks for the picture?
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— {★} — Summer, to most, was a time of good memories. The sun shined bright above, the days offered endless opportunities – but that wasn’t the case for Euijin. The summer that came about was filled with nothing but rehearsals, training, and practice. There was little to no time for her to go back home in Gwangju to be with those that she missed. Her group’s comeback was in full speed by then. Only a few hours of sleep was given to her each day as most music shows required for their artists to be there for recordings as early as six in the morning. Stressed pile on like no other. With the finishing of her latest variety show that focused on celebrities that could play instruments so as to perform at an orchestra, her exhaustion easily caught up. The six other girls in her group all had their own strong opinions on a daily basis – arguments were easy to come by.
That night, Euijin had about just enough of everything. Her emotional capacity was at it’s limits with the help of all the stress competing to win her over. Storming out of the company building down in Namsan, she mindlessly headed for the famed Tower in the area. A shower of rain continuously poured, but with nothing but a fazed mind, she trudged on.
난 숨길 수 없죠, 아무리 힘을 내봐도. 이 비를 맞으며, 슬픈 영화 속 여주인공처럼 걸어도. 이것도 만만치가 않죠. – Taxi Driver by Jeon Hyosung
