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— YG entertainment a place to visit even if no longer a trainee, the old building held memories similar to a home, the new one? Not so many, but a lot of people who held their own share of memories. Friends, former label mates, supporters, critics. It was bittersweet. Stylists said go see if you want something while you wait! and a cup of coffee from YG’s lunch buffet steady in his hand when he returned, or rather, was about to — the many corridors mixed with Hyunseung’s notorious 4D brain much like asking for trouble. Not such a guess but a fact, even if often denied, he necessarily wouldn’t believe people saying it out loud. Was he too excited, or stuck in memories of what could have been? No one knew, not even himself. Nor did it matter, because the previously white fabric of her top now held a brown stain from the neckline down to— where Hyunseung couldn’t, shouldn’t stare. What had he done. ”I didn’t..” see, he didn’t see her. And now he only saw the stain, embarrassment too much but to bow, erasing words of apology which he thought were said out loud. If spacing out was a specialty, then right now, he was twice as good at it. Quick, save the situation. If the other way around, what would he want?
"I promise to pay for it. We.. we can go buy something, now?"
It was all new for Sungkyung: the environment of YG and everything else about the agency. She had to struggle, you see, the girl was trying her best to fit inside the environment. The building was very extravagant and exquisite in all aspect, but the fact that she was the first actress after her agency shared some "strategic partnership and shared investment" with YG was something that keep haunting her.
She had her own share of worry, yeah, but as of now all she had to do was focus on her food. The girl had been daydreaming quite a lot on her little stay in YG, carrying the tray with her mind wandered off somewhere as she proceed to walk to one of the tables. It had been quite an exhausting week for her, really, and the only thing that get her out of her little bubble was when she noticed her shirt was being stained with foods.
"What the...." clicking her tongue, she silently hissed, reminding herself that she was a mere rookie in the agency so she had to keep her manners. Keep calm, Sungkyung. Keep calm. She was staring at her shirt for a good thirty seconds, the food on the tray was practically looking like a complete wreck and Sungkyung finally sighed, refraining herself from being mad.
"That's okay." she smiled faintly, finally lifting her head, only to be greeted by the sight of an idol in front of her (praise Jesus that she wasn't get mad or anything--) that made her eyes slightly dilated, what to do, what to do--and Sungkyung bit her lip, shaking her head and smiles reassuringly. "No, no, that's okay....I wasn't really focused myself. Uh, but--" she stared at her shirt again, this is not good too. "I agree, I think I should change. But don't you think it would cause a ruckus or something if the public caught us shopping together? Let me eat some bread first, I'm really hungry." she joked, and then casually slid herself on one of the nearest table, settling herself in there.
