#☆ Ayoung → 001

[ofseok]

☆ → @choboss​​

For an idol who had been in the industry for over ten years, he certainly should know better than sneaking out of the hotel without security. But it wouldn’t be Seok if he weren’t reckless, and he hadn’t really thought that he would get followed all the way to Mexico. It wasn’t the first time, but Minseok had been too busy with his comeback and everything that he had forgotten how dangerous this all could be. The soloist was enjoying some street food when he noticed the flash in his eyes. Like a deer caught in headlights, Minseok had looked around until he found them, and knew he was fucked.

Although he had texted Haneul (knowing he was fucked up completely), he knew nobody would ever be as fast to arrive there on time. He forgot all about his food at the table and got up, trying to find a way out. In his rush, he hadn’t noticed the person next to him until it was too late and they bumped into each other. Minseok was about to apologize when he recognized one of Braveheart's managers, and felt like he just was having a bad day. Of course, one manager would tell another, and soon his manager would know. Forget the problem he would get once his brother read the text, his team would have his head. But there was no time to focus on anything, so he reached for her arm and gently pulled her out of the way. "I'm sorry, Ayoung-ssi. But there's two people following me and we have to get out of here pronto."

[hiiddens]

          she couldn’t help but to be amused at the apparent turmoil her friend was experiencing — over food, of all things. she covered her mouth to stifle her giggles, gaze travelling back and forth from the older woman’s expression to the papers on the counter. hyerin wasn’t picky at all, and enjoyed all of the options available. “you did your best, thank you for trying,” she teases, patting her shoulder as if consoling her. “i was thinking of adding more options but i’m worried it might cause your brain to overheat.”

          hyerin takes the available seat next to ayoung, taking two of the pamphlets — one for each hand — while nodding quickly at the other’s question. “yes please. as much as possible.” she’s really not much of a drinker, but who is she to turn down a glass when she’s around someone she trusts? she already knows the older woman would stop her if she ever tries to go over her own limit. “italian…” thinking back on it now, when the tour made its stop in milan she was certain that she spent seventy-percent of her free time there eating all that she could — desserts very much included. “alright, you’ve convinced me ! is this a new place?”

– – ｡˚ ˚☽ @hiiddens

➜ ayoung pursed her lips, wiggling from side to side as she glanced down at the pieces of paper strewn about the island in her kitchen. she was deep in thought, causing her nose to scrunch at the bridge and her eyebrows to furrow, giving her an expression much too serious for the situation at hand. "okay, I give up!" she finally announced, a dramatic huff escaping her lips as she fell into the chair next to her. "chinese, indian, Italian. any thoughts?" she turned to the younger woman by her side, hoping she could be more decisive.

she regarded the glass of peach moscato in front of her for a moment before deciding to pour herself a glass. "want one?" she inquired, patting the adjacent chair as she smiled from behind the wine glass. "I think I'm leaning towards italian but that's only because of the dessert options."

[offleurs]

♕ → choboss​

➜ a gasp filled with horror and confusion left ayoung’s lips and she swore if they had been in a tv show, a record would’ve scratched and the audience would’ve been so quiet you could hear a pin drop. it felt so very surreal, like she was in some cheesy, daytime soap opera or poorly written drama. she had avoided seonhwa for her entire six month tenure and had previously been certain that the girls would keep her busy enough to continue to avoid the rose haired woman.

“oh, seonhwa.” the words barely came out above that of a whisper. they were caught in her throat and began to turn into a ball with words that wanted to follow after them. she was suddenly aware of how dry her mouth and lips were, a tongue dipping out from between her lips in an attempt to impart some moisture. it was of little use as she stared the familiar face in the eyes.

they say there’s two options; fight or flight but that isn’t really true, is it? there’s fight, flight, fawn, or freeze and ayoung had been frozen in place by the soloist. most of the feeling was shame that seemed to weigh her down like lead had replaced the blood in her veins. seonhwa bringing up eunji snapped her back into a focus and onto the subject at hand.

“deiji won’t answer me. she keeps sending me to voicemail so i won’t be getting any help from her.”

"Ayoung," she greeted with a nod. They had nothing to talk about, and if the other woman stayed far away from her, Seonhwa would be happy. But since Ayoung was now Braveheart's manager and Seonhwa was close to the girls, it had been just a matter of time before an encounter happened. She would have preferred having other people around so she could pretend the other wasn't there, but it couldn't be helped.

Another nod. What was she supposed to say to that? Seonhwa was sure that if she called Deiji, her call would be answered, but no need to pour lemon on an open wound. In reality, Seonhwa hadn't really followed Ayoung's path - she had never actually paid attention to the group she was in, not even whenever they got to do promotions on music shows at the same time. It had been sad when she heard about what happened to them, and she was glad that nothing fatal had come as a result of it. But other than that, this was truly the first time she had seen Ayoung in person in a very long time.

"I hope you're doing well. I was surprised to hear you were joining Infinite as Braveheart's manager." With her family's connections and money, it was interesting to think that being the manager of another girl group would be her choice of career. But it was difficult to think what she would do if she were in the other's shoes, having a dream taken away from her. Maybe helping other idols would be something she would choose to do. "Do you like working here?"

[offleurs]

♕ → choboss​

– – ｡˚ ˚☽ @offleurs

➜ a frown tugged at ayoung’s lips as she looked at the text that had popped up on her lockscreen. julian was curious if she had seen eunji, one of the braveheart members, which made her anxiety spike and her heart flutter in her chest. she tried to remind herself they were just starting the tour and a lot needed to be ironed out and not knowing where a member was at that exact second wasn’t the end of the world but she still couldn’t help the slight tinge of worry that seemed to plague her so often. pushing the feeling to the back of her mind, she texted back that she was going to check around the stadium offices just to see if maybe she was hanging around the cafeteria or practice rooms.

as she turned the corner a seemingly familiar figure caught her eye as the owner turned down their own hall and out of sight. breaking into a slight jog, she tried to catch up to the girl, her hand reaching for her shoulder once she was within reach. “eunji, julian said he’s been texting you all day. why haven’t y- oh! you’re not eunji. i’m so sorry!” she stuttered out an apology, bowing deeply to convey her embarrassment and sincerity. she could feel her cheeks burning and placed a hand to her cheek, cursing herself for being so bold to assume it had been eunji in the first place.

♕ Being the first to do soundcheck was part of her contract to do this tour, so she could use the rest of the time to get ready for the concert. Once it was over, and she was satisfied by it, it was about lunchtime and she hoped there was a place anywhere near to get a salad the way she liked it. A new stop meant another stadium to get used to, but considering it wasn't her first time giving a concert in Mexico City, the soloist was actually more relaxed than usual. It was nice when they went to a known place, because it was easier to get things done than when they had to explore the place before it. Although it was a huge place, she knew it was possible to find her way to her waiting room without having to call her manager.

The footsteps behind her weren't unusual, with so many people running around doing their thing, so she simply kept texting her manager so they could decide on lunch. The gentle touch on her shoulder, however, had the short singer jumping in surprise. Seonhwa turned around as she pulled her hood off her head, pink hair bright under the lights as she met with a familiar face. It wasn't so much a surprise, as she had seen the former idol around in the past few months, but although she had a close relationship with two of the Braveheart members, she hadn't really been in the same room as Ayoung. "It's alright. I haven't seen Eunji, but maybe you can ask Deiji? She usually knows where her girls are." It was a real talent, actually, to always know no matter where they were. But the younger was a great leader, after all.