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debut.

@idtaeho // soulmates in an elevator.

excitement all but vibrates through her. it’s silly, to be so excited about something so small, but juniper has been working for an opportunity like this since the day she was born. forged in music and crafted in song, she has been hoping against hope for the chance to promote on her own merits, to be recognized for more than a series of advertisements or the clothes she wears (or doesn’t wear) or for her antics on social media. 

and as soon as she’d heard the song, she knew she had a chance for that. 

it’s not even a properly promoted song, which makes sense. it’s too mellow to do much in the way of a stage, she can’t imagine a particular choreography for it. but she likes that even more. if this is to be her first step towards her solo career, she wants it to be as something more than a wind-up dancing doll. she wants to let her voice shine without having to worry about going breathless or making an appropriately sultry expression, or firing her fingers into the camera like guns that shoot hearts and affection. 

truthfully she’s surprised that, of all the people to be doing this song, it’s taeho. not that she expects that little of him, but she expects less of midas. it’s a soulful track, its a soft one, its got a vibe of the soft and melancholic sort of whimsy that wouldn’t be remiss in a wes anderson film. she’s in love as soon as she sees the story board for the video, the weird stripey seventies-lite shirt they’re wanting to put her in, the bell bottoms. 

“i didn’t know you could sing,” she admits, “I mean, i know you sing like, on your albums, but you’re like not half bad,” she tells him, as if to insinuate she had expected a lot more mixing and autotune to have been involved in post-processing. and, well, she had. juniper’s grin widens sweet as she looks at him, the kind singularity had always told her to suppress on stage lest she ruin her girl crush image. “did you help write it?” 

[wsmiles]

“It’s about time you got here.”

     with crescent’s schedule easing, miles finds heh as more time to indulge in the things he enjoys doing most. sleeping. heavy curtains drawn across the walls, as a forearm comes to  shield at already tired hues struggling to flicker open. room adorned by streaks of sunlight, bleeding into his room. an audible groan, one from disgust that lathers his entirety with a sort of penitence for having stayed up the previous night till his head began pounding. regret number one.

     digits raking through untamed strands, as he sits up at h is bed and his alarm sirens off by the bedside. a quick glance and he spots the words, lunch with hyeon on the screen. slight panic writhing his body, feeling the quiver in his breath as he lunges for the bathroom. he’s already ten minutes late, a sigh leaving him  almost by instinct as dulled hues glaze over the reflecting surface hanging beside his front door. digits come to tug at his shirt, shifting it more appropriately on his shoulders and he decides to take it by foot to the yuseong building.

     regret number two. never run on an empty stomach. he learns this the hard way. the way his stomach growled behind the layers of fabric, the way he felt almost immobilised by the hunger that strikes his system, but he pushes on. lets his paces gradually grow more intense as the building materialises in view. he was thankful for having found a place nearby enough that he didn’t need to drive out, a fifteen minute run was all it took. out of breath he pushes through the doors of the building, finds his way lunging through the door to one of the practice rooms. 

     it’s about time you got here. the words pull a smirk onto his features, “sorry, i’m late. i really didn’t want to be here. it’s too early.” he collapses in heavy panting, full speed running here was perhaps not the right thing to have done. though, he was sure it would help him with getting his physique in order for the upcoming drama. “lunch is on me though, if you’re still hungry.” sprawled across the practice room floor.