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[gnminhyung-blog]

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–– memories ___ 💙༄ a memory that makes them cry

this question leaves a bittersweet taste in his mouth on how easy it is to answer, how fast his answer comes to mind. it still feels like a fresh wound upon his porcelain skin – and while every day seems like it gets better, he can only hope that he agrees with himself. that he believes it gets better.

“being told i couldn’t debut anymore. i’m… it makes more sad that sora or sunggeun didn’t get to. they deserved it more than i did, anyways.”

[gnminhyung-blog]

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–– memories ___ 💓༄ a memory about their friends

“you all really want to know a lot of things about my friends, huh?” minhyung laughs – he doesn’t blame them, they’re much more interesting than he’ll ever be, anyway. “this one time, sori, sunggeun, and i snuck in food into the practice room back when we were trainees. we weren’t supposed to do that – i was trying to tell them we weren’t supposed to do that, but we did it anyway. we didn’t get caught somehow, but we ate to the point that we couldn’t really dance anymore that day. the trainer got really mad at us, and later that night when we got home, we just talked about how it was ridiculous for him to get mad at us for eating.” he smiles, shaking his head at the memory – they were so young and stupid back then.

[gnminhyung-blog]

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–– memories ___ 💓༄ a memory about their friends

if there’s anything that minhyung has left in this world, it’s his friends. they’re much stronger than he is, much more adapt to the harsh world that has pushed them out so forcefully. he thinks about sora, he thinks about sunggeun – he thinks back to their trip to seoul, that defining moment in their friendship that made minhyung think that no matter what happens, at least he’ll have them. at least they’re there for him. even when nothing else seems to go his way. “that trip to seoul i took with my friends when we were scouted. that was one of the best moments of my life. i still can remember it so vividly… like it was just yesterday.” it hurts just like it was yesterday – even after seven years.

eight years.

minhyung stopped keeping track.

[gnxeunbi-blog]

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💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

TW: Death

This memory is bittersweet because it leads to an eventual happy part of her life, but she still cries remembering the first dog she ever had.  She still remembered the day it passed away. It was old, granted, but still, she was saddened by it quite a lot. The dog had been one of her best friends growing up, chasing after her while she went out to play, cuddling up to her when she was feeling down, she loved the dog a lot.  

When she was little, she used to ask her parents what kind of dog it was and they would respond with “corgi”. Her young self had trouble remembering this, so when asked what kind of dog she had, she would cutely and incorrectly reply “goyangi”.  A few years after her pet’s passing, her parents surprised her with a new corgi puppy, which they had pre-named for her with her mistake, telling her the story.  That is how she ended up with a dog named “cat”.

[gnmika-blog]

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Too small. Too dark. Too light. Too much pattern. Not enough pattern...

Mika isn’t usually so picky (okay, that might be a bit of a lie) but his style factor has been dropping at an alarming rate since he came to Korea. He needs the best. Having left most of his stuff, including his wardrobe, back in Japan, he’s been surviving off the five decent outfits he brought over in his carry on.

But that ends today. Hopefully. If he can find something presentable.

Stylenanda wouldn’t be his first choice for a brand, but it’s about the best he can get without travelling to Daehan. Resisting the urge to sigh loudly, he keeps going through the shirts. The men’s section wasn’t exactly big, let alone the larger sizes. If only Mika was shorter. The woes of being tall.

A girl walks past him. Mika nearly snaps at her until he gives her a once over. She’s pretty and... doesn’t seem particularly approachable, despite the employee tag tacked onto her shirt. She has the air of someone who has better things to do. Mika can certainly relate.

Not that that really means anything. He’s pretty sure everyone in this town has better things to do than mull around in the middle of nowhere.

Humming, he grabs the only shirt he liked that actually fit him off the rack and quickly follows her step. “Hey,” he calls, not waiting for her to turn around. “You work here, right? Are you the manager? Why are there only like four XL men’s shirts? Are there any more in the back?”

[gnxeunbi-blog]

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Stylenanda was a store that Eunbi didn’t think she would shop at a lot.  A lot of items seemed to be out of her price range, so she would be more likely to buy her cosmetics elsewhere. That, however, did not mean she wouldn’t enter the shop, especially since she knew of a juicy little piece of gossip running around the town about one of the girls that worked there. She only knew a few basics, the girl’s name was Sora, she worked at Sylenanda, her stepdad worked for the police and the really juicy piece was that she had apparently lived in Seoul before and was trying to become a singer.  Then she mysteriously came to Gaenari.

Putting on her journalist cap, she decided she was going to check out this potential idol herself.  Entering the shop, she perused the shelves, seeing many things that she really would like to have if she just had the money for it.  That was not what she was there for, though. She was here for the dirt.  Seeing a saleswoman, she flagged her down and brought her over to a section of lipsticks.  “Thanks for coming to help me~” she put on her best smile and sweet voice.  “I had a couple questions... which of these shades do you think would be best for me?” she asked, looking at them, before glancing at the woman in her peripherals.  “Also... is it true?  That you have an idol working here? Or an almost one?” she asked.  The question was innocent enough to get her in the door, she just needed to throw some bait in the water and see if she would get a bite.