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Exclusive interview with Luna on her album “P.O.V”

Debuting in 2012 as the maknae of Lipstick, Luna has grown up in front of the nation’s eyes. Lipstick famously started out as BC’s ugly duckling group, initially considered a failure in comparison to their senior groups, but has grown to become one of the most recognized groups in South Korea. As a member of both Lipstick and Lip Gloss, Luna has shown her fans both her sexy and cute sides, but with the release of her solo mini-album, Luna is showing a side entirely her own. We here at Exclusive got to have the first interview with Luna about her mini-album. Read what she had to say below!

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Luna Releases Debut Solo Mini-Album “P.O.V″

Lipstick’s Luna has dropped her first mini-album! The maknae of her group, Luna is the first member to release a solo album. Mostly known for being a dancer and rapper in Lipstick and Lip Gloss, Luna has chosen to show her vocals for her solo. This mini-album comes two and a half months after the release of Lipstick’s Holiday Night album, and offers a sound unique to Luna.

Luna starts and ends the album with features: Decipher’s Namjoon on Sick & Tired and soloist Yuddy on Dark Clouds. Other artists make appearances in the credits of her album, with Namjoon and Yuddy writing alongside Luna on the tracks they’re respectively featured on, as well as producing them. Origin’s King, who some may know as Luna’s former husband on We Got Married, produced and co-wrote “Eclipse” and fellow Lipstick member Minnie is even credited for backing vocals on the same song.  “Pretend” was written and produced by King.

The title track “Yes No Maybe” was written by Knight’s Taeyong and produced by Origin’s King, and its official choreography was created by Luna herself. The music video has a darkly artistic feeling, supposedly inspired by Wong Kar Wai’s cinematography. The song will have a one week long promotion period on music shows, where Luna will also perform “Pretend”.

 Check out the tracklist and full song credits below!

TRACKLIST

Sick & Tired ft. Namjoon (lyrics by Namjoon and Luna, produced by Namjoon)

Pretend (written and produced by King)

Yes No Maybe (written by Taeyong, produced by King)

Eclipse (written by King and Luna, produced by King, backvocals by Minnie)

Dark Clouds ft. Yuddy (written by Yuddy and Luna, produced by Yuddy)

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Oh, I am alive?? Yep! I’m having a bit of musing trouble with Malee but I hope this’ll fix soon! I know I missed the event but I have a nice plot going on to why this happened (everything is linked here, even my hiatus lmao). Tomorrow I’ll try to be active :>

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"- Here, let's do a heart with our arms," the red-haired girl said, pushing the other idol by the waist, doing the small fan service for the hungry fans in the bleachers. The concert became a sensation for the fans, where they could see all their favorite idols together in one place, interacting and acting cutely. And these two of course could't be away from the public's eyes."- Don't worry, dispatch'll write more about me and you having a sibling like relationship than anything else."

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fmdxjerome :

Jerome didn’t plan to sneak up on her.  She just looked so inviting; head faced away to concentrate on her groceries, back to him, unaware of her surroundings. How could he not walk up and let his hand graze her waist, he was planning to show his face quickly after it anyway so she knew it was just him, that French asshole with the Dobby cat. But she reacted too soon, startling him in the process. Maybe he should have made his presence known, a light bonjour would have done the trick, but he wouldn’t be Jerome if he didn’t take opportunities he saw unfold in front of him.

Her voice carried through the air like a melody, prompting him to relax her by means of the familiar tone of voice, ever so lewd but always with a hint of playfulness until the other party didn’t want to see it as playful no more. “Well, Malee, knowing what kind of faces roam around this complex, I’d probably be into that.” With a small lean to her, the next sentence was said a bit quieter, never knowing who might listen and take his words as truth and not a light perverted jab at the idol.  “Mhm, whatcha say? Beat me in that alleyway? I could do with a little public indecency.” Eyebrows wiggled, taking her words out of context. He could’ve spoken his words out loud but though he was shameless, Malee has never done something to prompt endangering her career. She always felt disinterested in whatever advances he might have put onto her, maybe even grossed out by them, which was something he liked about the girl. She wasn’t someone to worry about, like most of the small handfuls of female friends he had - if what they had could even be labeled a friendship? So, why be grandiose about his words if she’d push him away anyway?

She looked at him then and the signature smirk he wore on his lips now blossoming into a full-fledged grin, pearly whites shining down at the female. Help? He had a reply ready but when he heard the mention of sasaengs, it faltered a little bit. He wasn’t made of stone (even if he wished he was), he still had feelings of concern. And though in his over two years of fame he hasn’t had the crazy experiences his coworkers have had, he could empathize. “Sasaengs? Are you ok?” He spoke, a light hint of worry lacing his words before it disappeared like snow in front of the sun with a simple. “Does the dancer need protection? I would do it but I rather not be around you a lot. You might start liking me.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, loud and overly confident, blowing that tiny bit of concern right out of the water.

But with the mention of food he was intrigued. Free alcohol? Chicken? AND a pretty girl? If you look passed her know-it-all photogenic memory Jerome has grown quite annoyed over since knowing her. Who could say no? “What did I say about public things? Ye, I’m not interested in that no more. Treat me instead. Yes. Though beer no, not effective. Give me something stronger and you got yourself a party, ma lapin.” His hand grazed her waist once more after he had taken the groceries from her hands, but after a light push to the small of her back to indicate walking, the hand was removed. Again, she hadn’t done anything to provoke and probably never will, so he kept his hands to himself in the light of day. Couldn’t be said about his eyes, though.  “And by the way. I wasn’t staring at the gate.” A long gaze, lingering, sliding up and down her body before that smirk found its home on his lips again and he paced his step. He showed a bit of concern moments ago, he need to cloud it with something, right?

She didn't reply back to his advances - if you could that - instead, she just raised one eyebrow before rolling her eyes and scoffing at whatever he said. "Whatever" her voice came out quiet, barely a whisper. She didn't have the strength to argue with anyone today and she sure wasn't going to use the little energy she had in a lost fight with Jerome.There's a total manwhore phenomenon happening, where even the geeks are players now. It's like Seoul is a giant playground and guys want to keep playing forever, guys like Jerome to be more unerring. And Malee isn't someone to hate the players, that was in the past. Now, the younger girl knows how to deceive the competitors and rule the game on her own.

But she can't deny how much she wants to take that sly smirk from his lips and place it right up on his ass, where it should belong to. The thing about Jerome is that he is a very attractive man - when his mouth is shut. Because the moment he opened it and started speaking, the entire beauty that he contained vanished along with her patience. She had the choice of losing her temper and feel victorious; but since she is tired and he was clearly more built than her, she decided to keep her mouth and lose a slice of her dignity. She touched his hand in slightest. "Open it up" only to place a heavy watermelon on his arms and a few bags on his fingers.

“Sasaengs? Are you ok?”

And she bit the edge of a smile when she heard the worried undertone of his voice, a vain attempt to keep her creeping grin at bay. Behind her perking lips, it was her time to unleash it.In her arrogant triumph, she smirked - just a small pouting of the lips; a narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head."Ah," the intonation of her voice, in defiance of the faultless hues, still tenured a whisper of malice." don't you say that the great Yuddy has a heart hidden in that body. And here I thought you were made out of bricks and stones." She wasn't teasing him by any means, but she still let that stupid moment of triumph to rule over, even if it only lasted for a few minutes. She just doesn't know how to be a bitch, it isn't in her DNA.

A sigh escaped her lips - it was  a softly deflating; as if a tension had lifted yet left her with a melancholy instead of relief."- I'm living, isn't that enough? At least they stopped placing dead animals in front of my door - they are great following their oppas but they often forget that I share the apartment with someone that had no involvement in what I did. I don't care what happens to me, I just don't want innocent people getting hurt because of inconsequent teenagers, that's all." How many times Nara woke her up crying because they sent a package with a dead rat for them? Or how much she bothered Namjoon by taking control over his guest room just because the sasaengs never allowed her to go back? They had no finger on what happened yet they suffered enough, not to mention everyone else that worried about her in the process. "- They went to my mother, pretended to be a nurse and purposefully changed her remedies. And I can't complain to anyone because they keep giving me the same answer over and over again."

' If you didn't fuck it up, you wouldn't be passing through something like this. ' Because she was also the one to blame for the lack of manners of these girls, right? Pretentious, that's all she could say.

Turning to him, eyes glimmering with staidness, she nodded." I do need protection.I guess they see me as simple, a target for aggression, a ready victim. " she eyed him from head to toes before moving her head to the sides. "- But I know that the only person that can protect me is myself. You never ask a sheep to do the job of a lion. And please, if I was supposed to like you it would've happened sooner. When I still thought you were cool, to be more precise."

After listening to him, she just smirked - forced, fake and deceiving. "- Don't make me regret it...wait, did you just called me rabbit?. Knitting her eyebrows, she was left with a wondering expression before she patted his shoulders, as a way of saying 'be a good puppy. Bad puppies don't get chicken or free alcohol. Bad puppies sleep on the streets' The eyes didn't bother her the slightest. Really, she had to perform a pole dance choreography for a bunch of middle-aged men when she was 16, it was common by now. She is used to be objectified.

Entering the elevator, she typed a few numbers before it took them to her high-end apartment, even if she was owning her part of the rent to Nara for this month. Thai idols don't earn as much as the others due to royalties issues, and she had to split her incomings with medical bills, her studies, her food and now, with her mini album. Because BC wasn't giving her a penny to produce it, they actually didn't even wanted her to produce it. It all came from her own pockets.

"- It's a mess," she said laying her back against the wall "the apartment I mean. Please overlook it." Just because it was Jerome that didn't mean that she felt comfortable with a guy giving a better look at the messy apartment. The doors opened and the single room in one of the last floors was almost in front of it, using a digital passcode to open the door.

Dog was the first thing to appear, tightening around her legs, tickling her and with curiosity, make its way towards the 'intruder', sniffing his legs and gazing with his mint green eyes as if he was trying to unsolve a mystery."- Ignore him Dog, he doesn't have any tuna with him.You are hungry, aren't you?"

The white cat entered the apartment and climbed the dining table the same moment she turned the lights on, revealing what could be the crumbs of a beautiful place.The apartment was a true magnitude, with wooden panels along the corridors, ornate chandeliers and modern paintings - imitations - of expensive gallery collectors. They had a fireplace big enough to set the entire place on fire, a polished wooden table where the cat now was laying and purring. But this was all hidden - the elegance and the modern hints mixed with Elizabethan details - by countless boxes, books of all kinds but the preponderance being medical and chemistry ones, the walls were covered with post it's of all colors, random words written on them. Malee's cheeks suddenly kissed pink like a petal. This guy over there could be an asshole, but he was a genius when it came to music - his talent was beyond her imagination and his writing was superb that she was afraid no one in the industry right now could be even paired up with him.  So when she saw her failed attempt at lyrics and poetry domineering the place, she felt conscious of her position. It was the exact feeling she had when facing an experienced guy trying to take her to bed - she felt below him because of her lack of experience.

"-As I said..." she tried her best to say this. "Ignore the chaos. The kitchen is right over there." she pointed towards the counter and whilst he was placing the watermelon, she stood in the tip of her toes to grab the cat's food in the top of the higher shelf.”There isn't beer in the fridge but in one of the bags, there is a Blue Label Jack Daniels. You can serve yourself while I finish feeding Dog."

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❛ Hmmm? ❜ Nara began when the younger spoke. She had spied her roommate from afar and had decided to sneak up behind her. She was thankful for her soft steps in this moment. She fought hard to hold back her laugh as she listened to her maknae. ❛ You could beat me, sure, but it would be domestic violence, Malee-ah. ❜

When her ‘husband’ looked up at her, she finally let out the laugh she had been holding. Seeing Malee always filled Nara with happiness.

❛ Oh right. ❜ She bent down and helped her roommate with the groceries. When Malee mentioned the sasaengs, she frowned. ❛ What issues? What happened? Malee, why didn’t you tell me anything? Are you ok? ❜ She followed the maknae. ❛ Treat me? We live in the same place. ❜

She passed an arm around Nara's slim shoulders and smiled, she felt guilty for talking like that with Nara - of all people. Nara was her better half. And she is happy that none of the sasaeng issues bothered her friend since she knew how sensible about these things Nara was. "- Nothing that I couldn't have handled, really. I'm glad you're doing okay though."

Walking towards the elevator, she pressed the button after Nara entered and waited until they reached the last floor."-Well yeah, we live together but I paid for these things, with my money. So I'm treating your for fancy chicken and beer."  The truth is that Malee is happy for finally going back to their place and she couldn't deny how much she missed spending time with Nara. her 'wifey' was still her rock in Korea and being away from her was harder than she thought. The moment they became friends, it was for Nara to take care of Malee but it was the other way around. In the end, Malee was always taking proper of Nara and making sure she also got her spotlight in interviews, varieties shows, and award speeches. On the other hand, Nara was always by her side, the good and the bad times. And because she cared so much about Nara that she never shared much about the entire dating fiasco she had with the married actor. She simply always answered that she was young, naive and stupid at the point to believe in everything promised her. "- It's just annoying sometimes. Can you believe they tried to enter my mother's Clinique? These type of fans need mental help, seriously" 

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「✉ Ming  ⇾ Cupcake Malee made with moon flour *insert cute moon emoji*」

Haomei: For such a young kid you're very mature

Haomei: How do you always see through me?

Haomei: Isn't it normal for Origin and Impulse to be bothered by each other?

Haomei: They won the show. Many would say they deserve the extra effort

Haomei: You know, sometimes I wish WIN didn't exist. Now there's so much tension and you know, we're no longer as close with each other as we were.

Malee: I think once you entered a kpop group you're forced to mature, even if a bit. It's a scary world.

Malee: I don't think it's normal because these things happen all the time but I can't say you're wrong for what happened with Impulse. They clearly tried to create a fanwar by debuting you two so close.

Malee: This creates such expectations for both of you...

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‘MAKE’EM WHISTLE LIKE A MISSILE BOMB BOMB’

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fmdxhansol curtiu seu post:Me, watching Hansol x Ashton happening

THEY BOTH DESERVE HAPPINESS OKAY?! THEY WENT TROUGH SO MUCH!!

ASHTON SUFFERED FROM BC AND THE RUMORS AND THE LACK OF A PASSION AND HANSOL SUFFERED From HIS FAMILY. I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY

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"And I highly doubt anyone would try to beat anyone up in an area like this. It’s not exactly a place with a high crime rate or a place that’s not heavily populated. At any sign of conflict, I’m sure the police would be called immediately.” In that kind of high-end community, crime wasn’t tolerated. She’d know, she lived in the area herself. It was part of the reasons why she had chosen it to be her home. 

Dasom had seen the younger girl struggle bring her groceries inside of the apartment building and had approached her to help before she said something. 

“I planned on helping you before you starting talking about bad seed idols and being attacked in alley ways. You’re only stunting yourself from getting help here.” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Beat me up? I could step on you and it’d be a done deal.” She reached for some of her bags. “I’ll gladly accept that offer.”

"- Well, I don't like to be surprised like this. Not when two days ago there were still sasaengs waiting for me with knifes attached on their legs. These are highschooler whom aren't punished until they reach the peak of 18 years old, 21 if they're from richer families, so they have nothing to lose." She ignored the eye rolls and eveyrthing else, she was too busy carrying the bags to even notice it."- Police didn't help me the first time and I really don't want to link it with how they cursed me to go back to Thailand when they saw the commotion gathering up and how I was trashing the neighborhood." Malee shrugged. She already accepted the xenophobic remarks, it was a thing following her since her debut and the sad thing is she is used to it. Did they really thought that saying she came from Thailand or that she looked South East Asian could get on her? Because, it isn't like any of these are lies. She is from Thailand and she does look like South East Asian because, surprise, she is south eastasian. And proud, on top of that.

What seemed to get better after a few days extended to almost two months sleeping at friends houses and accepting couches as a bed because sasaengs were literally behind her head -  this is what happens when you mess with their 'oppa' - and everyone told her to be cautious. But she was done being a good girl and quietly wait until they finished it off if their parents can't teach them to not exasperate with the alien life, she would. "-And no, you can't, but I won't get into how I could paralyze you by hitting your celiac plexus because it's just..." the elevator opened its doors and Malee entered, waiting for the other female to close it." - too long and I don't want to waste time because honestly, I can't wait to drink beer and eat chicken." A hint of smirk grew over her face like a lazy teacher's check mark, the faded red ink stretching up into her dimple. "Tough day?" That's what she always assumed when people agreed to share a beer with her: a harsh day.

Suddenly, the elevator stopped, the lights twinkled twice before shutting down for at least 20 seconds and turn back again.

 Malee tried in vain to tap the button for her floor, but the led numbers were still trapped in the '14th' floor.

"-Oh shit," she said before a voice came from the speakers inside.

"Residents, we are suffering from a small inconvenience in our elevators. We promise we will try to solve this matter as quickly as we can. We're sorry for the trouble."

"-Well, guess it's good I bought this then. Since are going to be trapped here for a while anyway." the younger girl showcased the Jack Daniels Blue Label bottle she just bought. Actually, this was for emergencies and if being trapped in an elevator isn't an emergency, Malee knows nothing.

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