tw: (mention of) injuries
past life: one month ago
@rkbomi
the train is quieter this time of night and hoya is grateful. there’s less people to see him limping onto the platform now and less people to hear his soft grunts of discomfort as the male plops down on a seat by the closing door. every inch of him feels bruised and hoya’s not entirely sure he isn’t with a twinge of soreness haunting his every small movement.
finally seated, he curls up within himself and hoya feels glad that his jacket and jeans hide the major physical extent of his wounds. a hit to the stomach is something only he’ll see and feel but its the bruising on his lower lip that he’s aware is more noticeable. he rubs his mouth absently, only to wince as the action causes him more harm than good. as long as no one sees, he’ll be fine-- but the male is worried about what his sister will think when he sees her. what his boss will think when he has to show up at eight am tomorrow morning--
When they had announced the eval for this month, she was more than happy about it. She had a few song she was more than ready to preform and mix together, this eval just gave her a chance to focus on it. There was one song she had been working and it the back of her mind, she knew it would be better as a group but she didn't want to ask anyone. So she skipped over that one and brought another one to present to Jiseok.
Maybe it was fate, but the track she played for him was the slight demo of the song she had boxed away, and when she rushed to change it he stopped her. The only thing that followed was a long conversation about why she didn't want to use the song and a long conversation about why she should. The battle went back and fourth for two days before she finally caved and asked him for help. It was easy to finish the demo mix at least and Jiseok offered to sing on the demo for guide vocals but she still needed group mates.
There weren't many she could turn too but there where a select few girls who had her back when times where tough. It took everything in her to ask but Bomi, Jiyoon and Sohee had accepted and gave her their help. It had meant a lot since the others were working on their own things, most of it she did by herself, heavily leaning on her coach. It only took a week for her to create the dance and one and a half for the others to learn it with her.
Yubin didn't want to keep their time, so if someone couldn't make it to a group practice then she would teach them one on one, she was happy when her coach approved the dance, but there had been on thing she didn't think about in the planning; outfits.
Her first thought was to ask to the girls if they wanted to come along but they were busy and she only had a week left, instead she was able to count on Riyoung and Chi to come shopping with her. It took three malls and one thrift shop before she found outfits for everyone and showed them to the girls.
Now they had week, just one week before they showed off her creation and she was ready.
The things Elly and Willow did when they were together.
Find restaurants that were open until late and eat. Until a very late time in the evening, or really early in the morning. So, tonight they had been walking around in Yongsan-gu, trying to find a working place because it was already passed midnight. And the two had a lot of catching up to do, it had been quite a while since they saw each other, with Hyo-jin and the MGA’s, them both being trainees. Time had gotten really short.
They finally, after all the walking, found and open BBQ place and quickly entered, finding seats and claiming them. Elly didn’t know about Bomi, but she herself was starving considering the last time she ate that night was at Royal’s dinning room. As soon as the order was placed, the rapper sighed and leaned backwards.
“Willow~” she whined in English, a pout spreading across her features as her eyes landed on the female across from her “I missed you.”
amazing how one could arrive on time and yet be so miserably late! chorong moodily blames it on the huge crowd swarming in at check-in desks-- because for an event housing five companies’ worth of employees and staff plus the additional regular camp-goers afflilated with none, one would hope there’d been a smooth semblance of order to get everyone through to their rooms on time.
nope. chorong had entered with the other sphere trainees but found herself lost in the giant, foreign place almost immediately. familiar faces gone in a sea of bodies, chorong had to depend on a hotel staff member to lead her to right places. she’d been stuck behind a massive line and by the time the room key is sitting firmly in the smack center of her palm, chorong is more than ready to get to her room and pass out on the first free bed she sees.
but, of course, timing continues to elude her. the elevator she approaches is already closing its doors to lead up another group and chorong sighs heavily, coming to stop with her rolling suitcase and propping it up to wait for the next ride. she leans against the bag, one hand rubbing at her temples wearily until a dismayed voice catches her attention. over there, by the stairs, a commotion causes chorong’s eyebrows to raise in surprise.
{` the plastic gun is filled to the brim with water and nestled firm against hyeri’s chest as she takes her careful footsteps, one by one. it feels like a real battlefield now, enough to make her palms sweaty as she grips her weapon and breathing shallow as hyeri forces herself to quell it. where are you, yoon bomi? sings inside her thoughts and hyeri pauses behind the shield of a medium-sized wall. brown eyes scan her surroundings, ears blocking out the sounds of others squealing to discern if there are bomi’s footsteps close by. her opponent is crafty and hyeri knows staying in one place is a total risk. i’ll find you. she chants silently and the dancer slips away, concentrating on her prey. a quick movement on the left has hyeri whipping around and aiming-- streams of water let loose towards bomi’s figure. } yah! yoon bomi-- !
Truth and dare was something Jihoon did often, since he was too stubborn to give up and lose. So he and Bomi had a go at the game during one of their free hours. He wasn't expecting them to go so hard at each other. In all truth he had never expected to decline to answer a truth question. However, he had his limits and Bomi had hit a soft spot. When he completely refused, the consequences made his leg ache slightly. "Dancing in heels? How do you know I even have a pair?" he was questioning her, reaching to lightly punch her arm before heading to his gym bag. In reality, he did have a pair of high heels, which were older than his stay in Korea. "Wanna come and buy a new pair with me? I need to change these old things." The blonde muttered kicking off his sneakers and quickly slipping into the other pair of shoes. He was obviously taller by around ten centimeters, but was still short, compared to most of the other male trainees. Jumping towards his female friend, he grinned widely. "What do you want me to dance to?" Jihoon asked, stopping right next to her and turning to look at the mirror. He began fixing his hair, waiting for an answer. He knew so many girl group choreographies, she would probably hit a song he knew. "You better not video this, yah." he teased, nudging her with his elbow and finally retreated. He wasn't entirely sure if he would last he dance challenge, but he was willing to take it. "Show me what you got."
@rkbomi
{ -- the silence in the library is stifling, in the way that a mere scratch of a pencil against paper reverberates like a chainsaw inside her ears. concentration on her mathematics should be priority but chorong’s attention flounders, eyes lingering not on the words of the page she’s supposed to be studying but on the way another occupant’s phone buzzes insistently against the table. a lion phone strap, fluffy and reminiscent of a drama chorong sometimes watches, vibrates along with it. she can’t take it. her books are snatched up and freedom the goal as chorong leaves for another sanctum in which to concentrate. even the grass outside would do and the girl plops down on the uncomfortable green blades, the latter still better than the suffocation found within. }
{-- but the truth is, it’s not others that linger on chorong’s mind. it’s a phone number, discovered an hour earlier and scrawled on the top edge of the chapter chorong’s studying that keeps her mind drifting. why does the sight of it bother her so? without a name or a note it could be nothing more than a prank; yet the what if of such a scenario sparks curiosity. what if? what if? } ... {-- chorong chews on her lower lip absently. the goal of studying has been over for awhile now thanks to the discovery and maybe... just maybe, giving in to the impulse to dial will straighten her out. decision made, she lifts her own phone, strapless and basic in its inexpensive design, to dial the number. }
