* “ ¿quieres que nos sentemos a beber un poco de té Oolong? ” / @mirvbi , @yubiung .
“ mh, ” concede, de inmediato siguiendo a la contraria para dirigirse al sector de los jardines, donde las bancas permitían el contacto directo con la naturaleza del sitio. “ creo que me vendría bien refrescarme con un poco de té. como pase demasiado tiempo en las termas, el calor me sofocó. ” y es ahí que se lleva una mano a la frente, mientras su rostro puede contemplarse ligeramente enrojecido.
The assignment of the week manifested as weight on Yena's shoulders, and she was full of nervous energy. To learn eight songs was a big enough challenge on her own - but having to work together with five other girls, assign positions and lines, and make sure everyone is synchronized? Well, that's asking for trouble, isn't it?
But on the very first day that the team got together, Yena acted like she was full of confidence, her smile appearing as bright and sunshine-y as ever. What else could she do? Showing her uncertainty or complaining about the assignment wouldn't do anything except give her an image that she didn't want to become known for. She studied performance videos of all the songs with great intensity, not wanting to miss anything that might be important to the performances. Her smile was temporarily gone while she studied the videos - it was almost like she was looking at the assignment as a job. And in a way, she was. She wanted it to be perfect. Not just for herself, but for her teammates, too. And as a dance trainee, she figured that she might be able to pick up moves that most of the others might not notice.
When it came time to actually begin practicing, Yena was practically bouncing in excitement. She was still tense with stress, but real progress was waiting to be made. She kept a hopeful outlook, even when a few choice team members couldn't get the moves after hours of going over them, or when others complained a little too much. She could feel tension brewing, and she didn't want to be the one to snap the thin line.
As the days went by and the time for the performances grew closer, Yena's determination grew tremendously. She thought she couldn't possibly try any harder, but she proved herself wrong on that one. She practiced any time she got a chance, and when she couldn't be in the practice room, she was softly singing her lines to herself to remember them or doing dance moves where she had the room. In the actual practice room, she danced until her muscles ached for a rest and then danced some more, making sure to give her teammates pointers whenever she saw something that could be better. But, for the most part, she knew that Mirae would keep them in line - that much had been proved by the young girl's outburst at Chanmi. Yena almost found herself snickering mid-dance as she remembered it.
At the dorm, Yena didn't have an eased mindset. She still sang her lines, still practiced the dance moves, still focused on the task they had been given. She wasn't the playful girl she had been in the first week - her smile remained in place nearly as often, but something had changed. Now she was knuckling down. She was desperate to improve her rank, despite the fact that she surely had enough time to do that in the next few episodes, as well. She figured it would be best to get ahead as soon as possible and show everyone keeping up with the show that she's a force to be reckoned with.
The night before the first day of performances, she made sure to get a whole eight hours of sleep - she knew others might think that that was the time to be practicing the most, but she figured it would be best to be in a good and energetic state of mind so that she wouldn't forget any lines or movements at the last minute. She would have to present the best version of herself possible.
Yena was beaming when she met up with her team the next day. "Hey. Did you all sleep well?" She asked, her voice trembling just a little bit from her nerves. She made sure to take the time to talk to each of them individually, offering little pep talks because, well, that's just who she is. She figured that with almost eight years of training under her belt, maybe her advice could be helpful in some sort of way. Hopefully.
The next two days turned into a blur almost immediately - most likely thanks to her nerves. Before she knew it, she was sitting in a room with all of the other trainees, watching videos of the performances. She made sure to applaud for each and every performance, but of course, her enthusiasm was most evident for her own team's videos. At the end of the day, she felt confident in herself. She didn't do as well as she had hoped, but she knew that she didn't do bad, either. Her teammates didn't disappoint, either - especially Mirae. Yena never doubted her from the beginning, but she was beginning to see that the girl wasn't just all talk - she had some serious talent. Even Taeha, who Yena had admittedly been unsure of, managed to keep up. All in all, it looked to be a successful week in her eyes.
“ mh. lo es. ” concede, en lo que deja a la pequeña perrita descansar en su regazo, la mano de yuri depositándole incómodas caricias sobre el lomo, mientras esta duerme apaciblemente. “ ¿podrías darme una mano, mirae? no puedo moverme. ¿qué debería hacer? no deseo interrumpir su sueño reponedor, y mi compañero ha desaparecido. ”
𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷 : do you think i could avoid going out with your brother till the rest of the year or do you think if i try he's gonna show up and try to kidnap me
𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷 : because i never know with him and like as fun as it sounds to be kidnapped i dont think that's a smart choice.
