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“I suppose a lot of people dislike winter, the cold weather and the snow can be a bit of a burden, especially for traveling, but I tend to see the beauty in it more than anything. Something about looking out a window or stepping outside to nothing but untouched white snow gives me a warm feeling, ironically enough.” She laughed at the contradiction in her words, now moving over to sit in one of the chairs of the waiting area for the nail salon to be called once one was available. “If you look straight ahead the day of a snow fall, and everything’s covered, it’s like.. looking into something that never ends, you know? You can’t see where anything ends or begins, it’s fascinating.” She realized she was rambling, but she found it easy to carry on a conversation with Narsha, who she knew would understand her ramblings. “Ah! Don’t be fooled now, I had short hair for awhile. I mostly wore extensions.”

She, too, gave a few subtle and slow nods of her head in understanding as she listened attentively to the elder beside her. Chaerin knew Narsha was well-aware and familiar with the process of making an album, of trying to perfect it and the pressure that came along. She never doubted that. “Of course, unnie, you’ve been through this plenty of times too, neh? But not to mention I have a few close friends of mine and talented people helping me create this album and finalize it, I feel good about it so far.” She collected her hair to one side over her shoulder before holding out her hands in front of her, palms down to get a look at her current manicure and inwardly trying to decide which color to go for today. As the elder confirmed that she was sure she wanted to pay, Chaerin looked back up to offer a smile in her direction, nodding her head once more. “Okay, unnie, thank you. I appreciate this a lot. It’s definitely nice to have met you here.”

"Ah, I suppose... Winter is the best when, after you experience all the cold beauty outside, you still have someone waiting for you to make you feel warmer, mn?” The older female’s lips stretched in a grin, as she tackled the rather sensitive topic with a typical for herself playfulness. “Aigoo, you’re a poetic one, aren’t you... No wonder you’re doing well with writing lyrics, sounds like it must be easy for you.” She praised the fellow idol, taking a seat next to her and smoothing the dress over her knees in a careful movement, the fabric soft underneath her palms. “Still, although I can recognize the winter’s beauty just fine, I’m still the heat, sun and bikini kind of woman. I can’t wait to get my natural tan back!” Smiling happily at the idea, she nodded enthusiastically, glancing at the female sitting by her, the slight jealousy instantly forming at the back of her head, as she admired the slight tan of her skin, probably coming from America’s sunny weather.

As the subject switched, so did her mood, and she let out a bit of a longing sigh. “I have, a few too many maybe... Perhaps it’s time to retire now? I still love singing, of course, but with how many difficulties there are to actually make a comeback, one way or another, it just seems like it’d be easier to let it go.” Her eyebrows furrowed a bit as she said that, not too sure where the sudden confession came from, a tad melancholic feeling overtaking her in mere seconds. Narsha had always been a woman of swinging moods though, so it was to no surprise to anyone who knew her, least to Narsha herself. “Ah, nevermind that. You don’t need to listen to the veteran’s rants, it’s better for you to concentrate on your own blooming career,” Shrugging it off, she pulled on a smile back on her face and pointed to her nails. “I hope this little thing here will remind you that it’s actually profitable to meet up with me from time to time! Maybe you will remember to actually contact me, this time.” She joked, hiding a small, teasing laugh behind her hand.

postelude:

nvrsha

Their gazes were strong and unwavering towards each other – Donghyun the leader and Jeongmin the self-proclaimed ‘king of connections.’ Surely, Jeongmin did have more friends in the industry than Donghyun but none of them would quite make for a good guest in a VTR message. Two weeks, they have to think of at least three people to give them greetings. Mentions of top idol groups here and there came from the members as they gathered in Donghyun and Minwoo’s hotel room. The young leader constantly shook his head while juggling his phone and their manager’s with reasons of the groups being ‘predictable’ and ‘not close to them.’ Who is anyway? BOYFRIEND was never a social group to begin with. 

Tossing his phone aside, the young leader played phonebook Russian roulette and slid his thumb back and forth his manager’s phone. At a random stop, Donghyun widened his eyes at the name displayed. Bouncing a bit on his seat, he showed everyone the name and the number and everyone gasped in awe. 

   “Hyung, do it!” 

   “Noona likes us, right?” 

   “Ah why didn’t we think of her right from the beginning?” 

Gulping nervously, Donghyun nodded as he retrieved his phone and saved the contact details in his own device. “Araseo, araseo.” He chanted as he began to type in his message, looking at his dongsaengs afterwards and waiting for their approval. 

<< sms: BEG Narsha >> Noona! Annyeong haseyo! This is Kim Donghyun, the leader of BOYFRIEND. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

Sitting comfortably in the passenger’s seat, her manager sitting by her side and focused on the road ahead of them, Narsha felt warm, comfortable and most of all, sleepy. With the filming location being outside Seoul, scheduled for ungodly morning hours, she had gotten just barely four hours of sleep prior to setting off, the weariness clouding her mind and making her eyelids fall down as if on their own. The state she was in, although unfortunate, was a bit nice in its own way too -- the sun was just rising, emitting a quite magical looking reddish orange aura, and the world all around them was still half-asleep, barely any cars or people wandering around. It was with ease that Narsha found herself enjoying the calm, peaceful moment, before the long day full of work and schedules really started.

The sound of an incoming text message that cut through the pleasant static hum created by the car, was naturally a bit of an annoyance to the idol’s relaxed half-asleep state. Her eyebrows knitted together and it was with an exasperated sigh that she opened her eyes, squinting slightly when the sunlight hit them in the most intrusive way. Reaching blindly to the car’s board where her phone laid, she picked up the device and let it fell to her thighs, looking down as the pad of her forefinger lazily operated through the touchscreen.

Only after seeing whom exactly the message had come from, did she perk up, the annoyance fleeting in a mere second, replaced by curiosity and a spark of excitement. She had not heard from Donghyun for the longest time, and although the relationship between the two of them wasn’t the closest, they weren’t strangers either, and Narsha held him quite dear in her mind, fond of the few memories they had together. Picking up the phone with a new-found vigor, her slim fingers were quick to type a reply to the received message.

     (sms →) Donghyun-ah! You know you don’t have to introduce yourself so officially, how would I ever forget who you are? ㅋㅋ What made you remember about this noona so suddenly? I should be offended, you know, for how long you’ve not been contacting with me...  ㅜㅜ

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With a lot of upcoming projects ahead, Bora decided it was time for a change. She was getting sick of her black hair, even though she had just colored it back to that natural shade a few months prior after promotions. It was time to go lighter, she thought. And with that, she decided that a trip to the salon was what she needed to do that day, effectively making her keep that day open for pampering alone. As she was finished with the initial shampooing, she walked up to one of the salon chairs and sat down with her towel wrapped in her head. “Omona!” That certain expression spilled out of her upon seeing her senior seated in the swivel chair right beside her. “Narsha unni! It’s been a while. What a pleasant surprise~ I think the last time we saw each other was..  when SISTAR went on SNL, neh? How have you been~? Ke ke!” 

Every woman needs a bit of pampering once in a while. Sometimes it doesn’t have to be anything big or special, tied with an occasion or motivated by a certain need; sometimes all it was, was just a moment of relax and the idea of doing something for yourself. That’s why, despite not having any real need for a visit at a hair salon, her hair in a perfectly good condition and both the haircut and color still fresh and exciting every time she looked in the mirror, Narsha sat in the extremely comfortable chair, a nice warmth spreading over the skin of her head under the towel. It was all for the massage, brilliant smell of brand cosmetics and the nicest staff, some of which she had already considered friends, that she was there.

In this little ritual, she did not expect to meet a fellow idol -- although the odds were quite big, since the salon was well known within celebrities, Narsha didn’t even think about the possibility. Hence the sudden reaction right next to her caught her off guard, the immediate reaction to look around for some extraordinary happening, before she finally realized that it had been her presence that caused the one-person ruckus. It took far less time to recognize the face, her lips stretching in a trademark smile and a careful bow occurring, a mere nod of her head as to not allow the cream colored towel on her head to fall down. “Ah, Bora! It’s so nice to see you. I may have expected to meet many people randomly like this, but I certainly wouldn’t think of you... Seems like the fate isn’t in our favor--or should I say schedules?” She let out a small chuckle, placing the magazine she had been holding in her lap. “I have been quite good--just busy. You see, I’m not even changing my hair right now, I’m here just to get a breather and relax... It seems like hiding in a hair salon is my only option these days.” She hide another laugh behind her hand, the joke being actually half-truthful, if she were being honest.

Of course, the immediate feeling was annoyance. Deciding to catch a break between one schedule and another to grab a coffee and stay as incognito as possible, having someone spilling their drink on her was the last thing she had wanted and expected to happen. Despite the upsetting situation, Narsha didn’t act up on her temper and instead took a deep breath, looking down to inspect the damage done. It wasn’t really that bad, considering it was only a part of her outer wear that got submitted to the wrath of the fancy drink, which made her let out the air slowly, head lifting back up to look at the female who had caused the ruckus, Narsha’s own eyes only a bit judgmental behind the black-tinted sunglasses. “Well, I certainly do hope you didn’t mean to, because it would be very weird and rude, for you to intentionally go around and spill drinks at strangers in public places.” She answered, her words and tone half-joking, as she kept her arms spread awkwardly to avoid getting the frap on more of her clothes, the female’s own coffee and a purse in both of her hands. “Would you mind giving me a hand? I’d like to take off my coat before the drink soaks through and stains the rest of my outfit...”

nvrsha

“Oh my god— I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to—” The woman panicked, her eyes wide as she looked at the other, her hands and body practically frozen in shock and confusion, as she didn’t know how to react nor do to help. She had just spilled her frap on this lady, and god did she feel dumb.

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nacseoxai replied to your post “I was gonna say something coherent but yo blog music tho.”

Jiho couldn't help but close his eyes and snicker out of amusement. "Of course, of course."

“Ah, but I’m not sure if I should be happy that you’re enjoying it so much that you gave up on saying whatever it was that you wanted to say,” She scrunched her nose a bit, although the smile was still curling her lips. “Maybe I should sing the song myself to gain your attention, channel that inner Beyonce into a performance... or should it be Nicki? Who’s more of your type, hm?” The female asked with a small laugh, tilting her head to the side.

I was gonna say something coherent but yo blog music tho.

She perked up at the male’s comment, a grin curling her lips. “Mm? I have quite a flawless music taste, right?”

coffee or tea books or movies fruits or vegetables headphones or earbuds laptops or pc netflix or tv hardcover or paperback tv or movies light or dark salt or pepper reading or writing writing or drawing hot or cold talking or listening  instruments or voice cake or cupcakes black or white sunset or sunrise

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shivalier:

He found himself laughing at her words. Not at her, but at how she made it all seem. Her personality showed through everything she said. “I don’t think you will have that hard of a time finding someone to cook for you noona. If you do you morning workouts, even if you don’t have such an early start, then you can go back to your choice of a meal or one geared towards giving your body the energy it will need for the day.”  He shook his head, watching her go from agreeing with him about the prison time to fantasizing about being a cat burglar. When that gleeful expression went to one of worry he shook his hand, trying to dispel the concern. “Don’t worry, I’m trying and I’ve already seen a doctor. I need to regulate myself I was told. It’s just taking some time. The heavy workload and constant traveling is what is making it a bit hard to get under control but It will happen. I am persistent.” He flashed a smile, hoping she at least saw that he was trying, even with the many issues in his path. 

“I heard something about a BEG comeback soon, is it true?” He said shifting the conversation to her. 

“I will need someone who really knows what they’re doing then, if I should be eating specific meals with specific nutrition values. Finding a person to just cook for me might not be that hard, but a one who really knows the food stuff to that extent--I’m not sure if I’m lucky enough for this.” She laughed, tapping her chin with one of her manicured fingernails as she considered the matter, before shaking it off without drawing any specific conclusions. With her mind immediately switching to the concerns regarding her male companion’s health and lifestyle, Narsha pursed her lips a bit, listening intently and nodding her head along the way. “Good, good. At least you’re smart enough to seek help when you’re in need, and not be stubborn, acting as if nothing’s happening. I really hope it won’t be long before you’re back in good shape.”

Upon hearing his question, the female perked up again, one of her eyebrows quirking and lips twitching in a small smile. “I wonder, is it? It’s top secret information, most valuable one on the market. If you’d like in on it, it won’t be happening for free.”

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