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CHAE: you know what i was thinking about
CHAE: how did bella and edward from twilight have babies
CHAE: vampires are dead and his sperm should be dead how did they do this
CHAE: oh my god it's 3 am please respond
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〄 SMS!´-
CHAE: you know what i was thinking about
CHAE: how did bella and edward from twilight have babies
CHAE: vampires are dead and his sperm should be dead how did they do this
CHAE: oh my god it's 3 am please respond
vlive had to be one of her favorite past times. how could it not, when she got to sit there for an hour and a half and just talk? it was practically sunny’s dream. she’d been offering a tour of so!ar’s building when she catches sight of an approaching figure, a soft gasp escaping her. “look, everyone ! a guest.” she flips the camera to face the person she’s referring to. was it bad manners to put someone on the spot like this? incredibly so, but she didn’t think they’d mind - or at least they wouldn’t until the camera shut off, and if that was the case, she’d simply make an escape before she got in trouble. “introduce yourself, stranger ! but do it nicely, please, these are my fans you’re talking to !”
“and so I had to tell the manager, and there was literally noodles ON THE CEILING and I-” minhee sighs, slumping back against the seat, his shoulders slouched. “i’m not even the leader. this wasn’t even my unit!” he shakes his head. “they’re insane, all of them. i have a headache just thinking about it.” minhee groans. he loves his group mates, he really does, but sometimes the chaotic energy is too much for him, and he has to escape, much like he is now. “sorry for like... unloading all of that onto you. it’s a lot, but that’s what happens when you have nine group mates, you know?!”
“you know, being the size of a middle schooler is the worst,” pansy sighed, adjusting the hoodie she’d been put in. she loved photoshoots, but she was also 4′11 (and thirty, mind you-- she’d just never grown taller than that). stylists often didn’t account for how tiny she really was, and even smalls fit her like she was wearing a giant tarp. “this hoodie goes down below my knees! i literally look like a pocket-sized human, don’t i?”
his first official company event since his hiatus ended was filled with a lot of claps on the back, expressions of congratulations, and offers of free drinks that he physically could not take. by the third time he gave his drink away only to be handed yet another one, yunjae knew that he wasn’t being unreasonable to think that it was getting fucking ridiculous. he had checked to make sure the coast was clear before taking his flute of champagne and dumping into what he was pretty sure was an artificial plant. only, it was clear that the coast hadn’t actually been clear, since when he lifted his eyes, they met the gaze of another member from the company --- just as the last beads of alcohol rolled out of his glass and onto the plastic, waxy leaves. “ --- it looked thirsty, ” he said as he placed the empty glass on the tray of a server passing by.
//* xᴀɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴘʀᴀᴡʟᴇᴅ across the practice room floor, an unreleased kdi track still blasting from the speakers as he was too busy sweating off all of his hard work to pick himself up off the floor and turn it off. somewhere between the music and his own heavy breathing, he could hear the door open, though he didn’t make any effort to remove the arm that he had slung over his eyes to block out the harsh lighting. “ you can come in, i’m almost done here!! ” he called over the volume of the music.
//* ʜᴀɴᴊᴀᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʟɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ the headphones from the crown of his head and hung them back around the microphone as they had been when he’d entered the recording booth hours ago. he wasn’t exactly working on anything serious, just playing around with some samples alongside his producer to see if they could get a solid start on the title track for his next album, despite the fact that they hadn’t even set a timeline yet. the perks of being a soloist--- you didn’t have to work around anyone else’s schedule but your own. he stood up almost as soon as the producer announced that they should call it a day and made his way to the door, only to jump back in sudden fear as a face appeared on the other side of the door as it swung open. “ jesus fuck, you can’t sneak up on someone like that, ” hanjae muttered, hand resting helplessly over his heart.
“come on please?” kimiko juts out her lower lip, holding out the small piece of sushi. “you said that you would be my taste tester, and i really want to make sure this is okay before giving it to the manager!” she pushes it towards the other again, eyes hopeful. “it’s my mom’s favorite recipe, and she sent it to me to use for my group members and manager! her specialty.” she wriggles eagerly. “it’s my national food come onnnnnnnn.”