#pchmoon

[kxmyungs-blog]

pchmoon

As she prepared the beginning of the road to her long awaited comeback, Amina was in need of some good media coverage. She was kind of glad she had made some light conversation with the only other living being around. She was even more glad when she learned what he did. The two of them got to talking, and for the most part she liked what he had to say to her. Nodding her head to his words, she stopped when she didn’t hear an extra word at the end. “Again.” She reiterated. “I’m just as big and loved by the nation as SNSD. I’ve sold just as many albums as 2NE1. I’ve been on the top ten Hallyu Wave artists each year since my debut. Even on this year long and very unwilling hiatus of mine, I still have the largest fancafe fan members of any solo artist. The only reason why I’m not everywhere still is because of that asshole CEO, who isn’t worth a piece shit, fucking blacklisted me during the trial. Do you know how lucky I was for Bunny to even hear me out, man?” She let out a sigh as she shook her heard some. “Look, I worked hard to get where I am. I have no intention of letting people treat me as if I’m some rookie or not good for shit idol. I’m the standard and I’ve been the standard since debut. That’s something I’m not going to let people forget. Not any publicist, idol, or fan. Nobody.”

He had heard the female’s complaints and wishes and had been trying to put her worries down by assuring her of his good job. Of course he had a little mistake a phrase and she ended up looking a bit... Mas. He let her talk, afterall, he had learned you are not supposed to discuss with a pissed exigent idol. Only when she finish did he continue. “Look, miss. I know you don’t know my job, but there’s a reason why Crown hired me, right? I’m good, I really am. I’ve never disappointed any idol before and I won’t disappoint you. But I assume you’re truly aware you have your part on this work of mine, too. So if you hep me helping you, I can do great and achieve all your needs. I promise.”

[blossomists]

pchmoon ✿ would you like some strawberry milk??

✿     While Blossom and Sugar themselves had been very busy with promotions, variety shows and fansigns and meetings, it seemed like she barely had a free moment. Well, correction, she didn’t have a free moment. She was lucky if she was able to find time enough to pee and eat. Yet, the redhead was never someone to be a pessimist or complain, so she took everything in stride. Not to mention, having had her solo debut itself in 2012, it was almost as if that had been practice for her debut with Sugar. Though, all that aside, she found herself in the Crown building. Or rather, in the dance studio. Sure, she had been dancing from debut to now, but-- It wasn’t as though her choreography then had been exactly tough. It was different with Sugar, especially with Ron and Ginger being natural born dancers, she needed a bit more to get her steps right.

Which, is what led her to being in one of the practice studios well past 1AM, still trying to perfect her footwork to their song Hopscotch. It was a song they’d performed twice before already and it was still one that she was uncomfortable with. Usually Felicia or Luke would have been there with her, but Luke was in the studio and Fel was overseas, so that was out of the question. Flopping down on the ground in a huff, she puffed up her cheeks and blew some hair out of her face. As Hopscotch continued playing, Blossom turned her head towards the door when she heard it open.

The face was familiar, sure, but not one that left Blossom speechless or starstruck (had it been a member of Venus, that would have been another story). Amina was someone that Blossom had seen before during promotions on music shows, that was until whatever scandal between she and her previous company happened and had stopped that. While she had never paid much attention to her music or talents, she gave respect where respect was due. Not that she didn’t like her music, but more so that she hadn’t particularly gone out of her way to listen to it ( then again, the 17 year old was the same with SNSD, scandalous).

“Oh, hi! Was the music too loud? I can turn it down. I should actually get to leaving soon before Bunny scolds me for being here so late again. I technically do have a curfew after all.”

[candiedish-blog]

[text]:Where are you?

Masterlist of Things to Send My Muse - { accepting }

[ text — FullMoon ] I’m actually staring at the door right now ;; 

[klouviz-blog]

pchmoon ⌛ this is the revenge of the sith !!

{ ⌛ }     Studio. Wardrobe. Dance Practice. Meetings. Interviews.

Consider those simply a small part of the things that had managed to steal the male’s time and energy. On top of it all, being leader and making sure his members had themselves in check was a full-time job all it’s own. It had managed to put his irritation levels through the roof (surprise, surprise), but he somehow found a way to keep it in check. On the agenda for this day in particular was (or rather, this hour) he was supposed to be having a meeting to discuss TKO’s schedule for the upcoming months. And from what he could already tell, October was going to be a tumultuous month for them.

Silver ring clad fingers adjusted the beanie that rested on his head as he climbed the steps to the conference rooms, going two at a time. All the while, his attention seemed to be primarily focused on the iPhone in his hands. Not one of his members had seemed to answer his texts, which only seemed to make his irritation from all that had been happening grow. Aimlessly finding his way to the specific conference room, he didn’t even bother looking through the glass to see who was inside before entering. If he had, then he sure as hell wouldn’t have opened that door. But, Luke was Luke and he had a habit of acting on things with impulse or without without the certain kind of finesse that was applauded by society.

Dark eyebrows furrowed, however, when he saw that the woman sitting in the middle of the room had little to nothing to do with TKO. Now, while he wasn’t someone that liked to admit he made a mistake, he was almost certain that’s what the hell had happened here. Maybe that’s why no one was answering his messages.

“You’re not who I was expecting, but then again, maybe I got the wrong time.” Or day.

[hyuboo]

As the singer was making her way into the coffee shop, the sight of a familiar person caught her eye. With a smile, the girl quickly made her way that person. "Unnie, you just get prettier and prettier by the day, I swear! I'm jealous, let me know all your secrets." Peaches poked her bottom lip out, pressing her hands together as she batted her eyes cutely at the other idol. She couldn't even take herself seriously and found herself laughing seconds later. "How have you been, unnie?"

Hyuna smiled to herself as she finally walked out of the coffee shop. After 15 minutes waiting for her coffee she could finally breathe the fresh air from outside. She sat down on one chair outside the coffee shop, looking up when hearing someone talking to her. “Oh, hi! I don’t have any secrets! But what are you doing here?” She smiled at the familiar face, standing up to bow her head and pointing at the free chair so her friend could sit down. “Eh, very tired. And you?” 

[aekure]

📚

‘Noooo!’    She let out in shock as to had just happend, how could she have let this happen? Her eyes stared at the ground, at the scene of the accident and the horror of her newly bought ice cream splashed onto the concrete. This, she had waited in the line for, for over 15 minutes, she had been looking forward to this cone of ice cream coming from the best ice cream parlor in the city. ‘Well this ruins my day.’ She though out loud.