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I walk with the noise Face my devils.

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she was supposed to be at practice for the past two hours but there she was waiting for a bus to catch. she had been in school until that hour and at least her company knew and said that it was okay for her to be there after all it was her education.

lua was pretty much freezing in her school uniform she has no idea what temperature was but she felt like it was about 0° or below it.

"oh... thanks, but don't you need it?" she asked in a whisper since the voice caught her off guard and she was trying at least to be polite.

@fmmoon​

Jiha buried her hands in her pockets. According to the bus schedule, she should be on her way back home. However, she remained at the bus stop a block away from the company building. It was hr own misjudgement to take public transit this morning, who knew it would get so cold? 

She noticed the teenage girl at the stop with her, even less equipped for the frosty temperature, and it showed. The girl looked familiar, but then again most people did these days.

“Hey, if you’re that cold you can borrow my scarf or something.” Jiha shrugged at the other. It was her nice deed for the day.

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she didn't knew what to do or what to say everything had happened in the blink of an eye: first she was skating, then she almost fell and now she had a stranger looking at her concerned.

seeing him so close to her she started studying his facial traces and expression. probably she wasn't helping the situation but she was a bit frightened to look at any other direction.

as he started stepping back she started thinking that maybe she had made him feel uncomfortable by staring at the man, in her mind, she should've just stared at the floor. "don't apologize it's not your fault, if I hadn't been with my head in the clouds none of this would've happened." she said in almost a whisper with every word she pronounced getting a bit louder. "don't be sorry, but I do accept the hot mug of cocoa"

blades are for skating...ya dingus

» continued from here !

@fmmoon

after some long waiting there she was standing again on ice. four years after the incident that made her stop figure skating and almost dance she was standing on blades and spinning on the ice. she had always been the athletic one since she was young, she started figure skating at the age of three, did swimming for two years and played volleyball as a hobby and an excuse to become physically stronger.

being on the ice was like being back home, she had two homes: porto and the ice. those were her truly loves. seeing the little kids trying to skate, some trying to imitate her jumps that by the time were being way less than maybe the past two hours she was there basically alone, it was amazing seeing the impact she was having on those children.

skating was something that made a person very tired if they didn’t have lots of stamina, which wasn’t a problem to moon, but she also needed some rest and went to the side, hand grabbing the metal bar that felt cold in her gloved palms. she was skating at a slow pace trying to regain some of the energy she had lost in the hours she was in there.

not caring about her surrounds she didn’t know that someone was behind her and when they lowkey became the reason for her slip she got very sorry especially when her arm was grabbed and her body pushed against the other’s.

“huh? merda, I’m okay” she said in a whisper. “I’m sorry…I didn’t know someone was behind me…”

honestly he could master the art of ice-skating by just trying not to fall, because the turn he did, girl almost in his embrace, as his back hit the post behind him, was almost medat-worthy. however, the pain on his lower back told him he would have to run on hot pads for a whole week, at least. 

not very concerned about that, his worry focused on the girl he almost fell because of him. with his hip against said post and his hands on the girls shoulders, his face showed mild worry, eyes furrowed upwards, eyes big. 

and as much as her voice didn’t help him get the gilt out of his gut, he guessed it was because he was way too close. so, as well as he could managed, he stepped back. more like slid back. pushed by the strength of his arms, grabbing onto the metal on his side. “i should be the one apologizing, i got carried away and bumped into you.” skating backwards was surprisingly easier, if he kept his body straight for enough time that is. “i am so sorry, should i make it up to you? do you want to get a hot mug of cocoa later?”

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the saying she used to hear every single day of her life when she was a child was finally coming true to it's lines "natal é todos os dias". it's not every day that you found yourself celebrating Christmas early on a place you shouldn't even be, but there she was on jiae's room, she knew that had to be fast because if someone found out she had sneak out she would be punished for sure and she didn't want that at all, but living on the edge has always been her favourite thing to do with life. for lua Christmas wasn't really her cup of tea, for her the holiday never had a meaning she would just receive presents, buy some, say thanks and best some, and every hear that would repeat + the traditional dinner in the Portuguese way, with of course the famous codfish but other than that it was just a normal day.

seeing the other so excited with the presents she found herself smiling and getting a bit eager to open them, so getting the bags on her hands was a pretty good experience. "oh my gosh you didn't have to buy so many things...I feel bad now, I only bought you one thing and it's pretty small" opening the bags was a weird but good experience in lua's opinion, looking like a tourist with so many tourist things wasn't the best but it was funny seeing so many things inspired in her country and of course the sweets, nobody knows how much the girl loves her portuguese sweets. "thank you so much! now my turn, I got you this" she said giving a cute box with a pandora rose gold bracelet inside to the other.

🎁 : our muses open presents together ! ( christmas/winter starters : ACCEPTING ) 

some people say “o natal é quando o homem quiser” and that was what was about to happen in jiae’s room. lua, a younger trainee under another company and someone jiae decided to take under her wings even though the age gap wasn’t even that big, was about to be jiae’s first victim when it came to early christmas. not that it was too far but the idol was too excited to show the younger one the things she had bought for her. ‘’ok so i don’t know much about portugal and stuff but i decided to get you some early presents and we shall open everything together!’’ she lets out while bringing all the bags that were hidden under her bed ( because she was afraid of any of the members seeing how much money she had spent for the younger trainee ). jiae made sure to wrap everything in a pretty paper, a few things like a t-shirt saying ‘i love portugal’ and other things that she found related to the country in those bags. ‘’i tried my best and even got some sweets from your country - but shh that’s a secret. i hope i did well, you can open it. go ahead’’

@fmmoon

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after some long waiting there she was standing again on ice. four years after the incident that made her stop figure skating and almost dance she was standing on blades and spinning on the ice. she had always been the athletic one since she was young, she started figure skating at the age of three, did swimming for two years and played volleyball as a hobby and an excuse to become physically stronger.

being on the ice was like being back home, she had two homes: porto and the ice. those were her truly loves. seeing the little kids trying to skate, some trying to imitate her jumps that by the time were being way less than maybe the past two hours she was there basically alone, it was amazing seeing the impact she was having on those children.

skating was something that made a person very tired if they didn't have lots of stamina, which wasn't a problem to moon, but she also needed some rest and went to the side, hand grabbing the metal bar that felt cold in her gloved palms. she was skating at a slow pace trying to regain some of the energy she had lost in the hours she was in there.

not caring about her surrounds she didn't know that someone was behind her and when they lowkey became the reason for her slip she got very sorry especially when her arm was grabbed and her body pushed against the other's.

"huh? merda, I'm okay" she said in a whisper. "I'm sorry...I didn't know someone was behind me..."

💃

CHRISTMAS/WINTER STARTERS! >> STATUS OPEN

💃 our muses go ice-skating!

this was an absolute mess. whatever and however you might look at it. yichen wasn’t known for his athletic skills, never having going beyond riding a bicycle or learning how to swim for a role. he had never touched a football, or a basketball, being his body the only object of exercise he desired to work on. running to improve stamina and even lifting weights more are a dare with his friends, also added to the list. but he had never put on ice skates. he could do the four wheel ones, the more stable, happy looking ones. but having a pair of blades under each foot, and sliding through hard rock ice with them sounded completely bizarre if not dangerous in yichen’s eyes.

it would have been better if they rented helmets or some sort of protection, something that reassured him that, even if he falls face first to the ground, no blood would be spilled or bones broken. but the man, old, barely keeping any hair on his shining head, mumbles something about lyces and how they like to hide in such warm places such as helmets. and honestly, yichen stops listening one he understands that no, he was not going to get any sort of protection.

you are probably asking, then why the hell is he even in that place, alone? because he had a filming for a drama soon, or so he hoped it wouldn’t be the first time something got in the way and gotten the emission cancelled. and they were supposed to get on those blade shoes things and race and whatnot, and yichen didn’t sign up to be the national joke for the christmas season. so he promised himself he would learn, wearing a mask that only revealed his eyes, a beanie that covered his entire head, he grabbed the subway towards the rink they installed in a Lotte center, far away from Gangnam so the stakes of getting caught weren’t that high.

surprisingly, he had balance. or at least that’s what he thought, even though he looked like his legs would snap the wrong way if he so much as moved, arms splayed out as if he was waiting someone to hug him. but he didn’t fall, that was good. don’t get cocky kid, something inside him screamed. and, for once, he listened, hand grabbing the cold metal bar with a gloved hand, trying to imitate a kid near by who was also getting started. his eyes were glued on their little legs to the point where he almost made someone fall, if he hadn’t grabbed them by the arm and pushed them against himself. “holy shit, you okay?” he muffled between chinese and korean at the other, which appeared to be a young woman.

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💃

💃 — our muses go ice skating 

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seoul, sk. 4th december 2017. 7:21pm. -1º.

“I have no idea why I decided to come, the temperature’s probably below zero and here I am on a ice rink with you.” she said trying to keep a straight face when in reality she just really wanted to be on that ice running on bladers and spinning around. “look you’re lucky I can’t run with these skates on, because if I could I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be here and would be home watching riverdale and eating junk food.”

moon decided to enter the rink and started sliding around it, since it was getting close to dinner time the rink was getting less busier and when she found herself with only 6 more people around her she decided to “dance” in the ice.

“don’t get too surprised, I did figure skating for like 9 years.”

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PRESENTING LUA KIM NAM: A GIRL LIVING HER YOUTH.

I wanna be a bottle blonde I don't know why but I feel conned I wanna be an idle teen I wish I hadn't been so clean I wanna stay inside all day I want the world to go away I want blood, guts, and chocolate cake I wanna be a real fake

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Christmas/Winter Starters!

{ Might add more later. Enjoy for now! }

🎁 Our muses open presents together! 🎄 Our muses decorate a christmas tree together! 🏬 Our muses go christmas shopping! 🔪 Our muses choose and cut their own tree! 💃 Our muses go ice-skating! 🌁 Our muses play in the snow! 🍛 Our muses make a Christmas dinner together! 🍪 Our muses bake and decorate Christmas cookies! 👀 Our muses stay up waiting for santa! 🎅 One muse still believes in santa… how does the other handle it? 🔥 Our muses drink hotchocolate and cuddle next to the fireplace! 📺 Our muses watch Christmas films together! 🎨 Our muses make christmas crafts - snowflakes, snowmen and more! 🏠 Our muses decorate the outside of the house! 💰 Our muses go decortion shopping! 👪 Our muses go to the mall to sit on santas lap! 🎶 Our muses listen to christmas songs! 📥 Our muses sled down a hill! ⛺ Our muses make a gingerbread house! 🏂 Our muses go snowboarding! 🏡 Our muses assist at a homeless shelter on christmas! 👶 Our muses visit a childrens hospital and give gifts to kids! 🚙 Our muses drive/walk around to look at peoples xmas lights at night! 🎬 Our muses watch a christmas play together! 😱 Our muses get snowed into their house! 🍻 Our muses get drunk off of booze filled egg nog! 🐎 Our muses take a horse drawn sleigh ride! 👕 One muse forces the other to wear ugly, matching christmas sweaters! 🎼 Our muses go caroling! 🎊 muses attend a christmas party! 💏 Our muses meet under the mistletoe - Accidentally or on purpose is your choice!

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⋆☆texts of the dawn

< sms — unknown number > why is soy milk called milk even though it is a liquid component of soy [01:45]

< sms — unknown number > i mean milk is often associated with animals, like cows, goats even humans. [01:46]

< sms — unknown number > but soy comes from a plant so does that mean orange juice can be called "orange milk" just because it's a liquid component of the orange. [01:46]

< sms — unknown number > so is soy milk really milk or is it a juice? next thing I know it's called milk 'cuz it's white, like that has any logic. [01:47]

< sms — unknown number > also i'm sorry for the spam, we don't even know eachother [02:01am]

< sms — unknown number > but it was nice being able to share this with someone, have a goodnight [02:01am]

@fmyeeun

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"oh you tutor there? maybe that's why I've seen you around!" she exclaims and smiles at the other. a smile, something that more than half of her company never saw her showing, was the ice princess breaking down? "but isn't he your older brother? so don't you look like him?"

"ah don't feel sorry." she says "i would have the same reaction if i saw someone carrying a portuguese book." lua knew how it felt to think that maybe someone spoke a certain language that happens to be important to her so maybe for the girl it felt the same. "oh really? that's cool. the other day the ceo saw my japanese grades and talked to my parents about getting me a tutor." she starts explaining while speaking with a very accentuating southern european accent. "because of my portuguese accent I can't say some words right and they just don't sound the same"

⋆☆sorry have we met before?

fmmoon:

“worldwide media?” she mutters to herself in an almost inaudible murmur. “i’m from red light music, my name is lua.” she says in a quiet tone that pass every word seems to get quieter. the face continued to look very familiar, maybe she had seen the girl around sometime since she was also a trainee, just at a different company. “wait your brother is a member of eros right? I actually really like the group, but I usually forget the members’ names, but yeah you kinda of have some resembles but it’s not because of him that you seem a bit familiar.” lua says with her voice going from a quiet tone to a loud one with her thick accent accentuating some words.

“I am learning” she says with the most fluency she can. “I have Japanese classes at school, but I can’t really speak it” she says but this time with a bit more difficulty on saying those words.

dawonnods. the girl introduces herself as lua, stating she’s from redlight music, and then, the ball drops. she gasps, eyes widening. “ah!” dawon exclaims, clapping her hands together infront of her. “i uh, i visit redlight music sometimes.” she murmurs, scratching her neck awkwardly. “i tutor there.” not nessersarily hinting as to what she tutored there, or who with. that should be enough information, right? she mentions her older brother’s name and dawon’s eyes widen once more, in surprise. damn, lua was good. “ah, i see!” she says with a grin. ‘yeah, my brother is siwon. y’know, the one that looks like me.” 

the girl mentions that she is learning japanese at school and that she can’t really speak it. dawon immediately feels guilt and embarassment wash over her. she probably just made a total fool of herself, and lua probably had no idea as to what dawon had just said. “oh, sorry.” dawon mutters, returning to korean, oddly not her safety net. “i actually tutor japanese.” she decides to open up a little more. what bad can come from being honest with a fellow trainee?

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she was so tired that she found herself closing her eyes to sleep several times while she tried to practice said lyrics and/or waited for the other.

she know she couldn't stay wake for a lot longer but she had made someone stop everything they were doing to help her, so being wake was in the minimum a must.

seeing the other entering the room she quickly stood up and bowed muttering a little hi.

upon hearing said question she picked up the papers with the lyrics from the other's song "and july" that were almost forgotten on the floor and showed them to the other.

"I was given your song to practice, but it's a duet and doing the singing part plus your rap isn't really working out."

⋆☆ the singing unnie.

fmmoon:

She saw the time passing by her eyes and didn’t care about it, she checked the clock, it marked seven o’clock and she was sitting in the practice room trying to practice her singing but no doing much.

One more hour passed, the clock was marking eight o’clock and there were two options on her head: give up for today or ask for help. In her mind neither seemed to be good, but she needed one and found herself asking for help.

< sms — singing unnie > unnie i need help [8:05pm]

< sms — singing unnie > come help me please [8:06pm]

< sms — singing unnie > i’m at my usual practice room [8:06pm]

And she just stayed sat on the floor looking at lyrics given to her and looking at her phone, waiting for an answer and a person to come through the door.

@fmseol

she’s been staring blankly at the television for over an hour now. her workout is over, and she’s showered and changed, but she stands idly by the treadmills watching the nightly news on mute.

its only serving as a minor distraction, barely doing its job well.

her phone makes a violently ugly sound as it vibrates on the dashboard of treadmill, and its enough to bring her back to reality for better or worse.

the text is from a trainee asking for help, and granted seolhee could just say no, in fact her fingers type out an excuse before her brain can even compute. but she pauses for a moment. it won’t kill her to be helpful or nice, no matter how tired she is and frustrated she gets, the trainee has done nothing to her to not deserve her help

[ sms → 포르투갈 ]: sure sure [ sms → 포르투갈 ] i’ll be over in a minute or two

somehow, the more she walks to the practice rooms the more she begins to detest them. she can hear the squeaking of sneakers against wooden floors and the the muffled sound of songs coming from each room until she finally finds the last one, silent and seemingly void of life.

“hey, sorry i’m a little late i was in the gym.” she says peeling off her coat and tossing it into the corner. she remembers this training room, five years ago it was the one she practically lived in waiting for her turn to shine.

it’s barely changed since then.

“so did you choose a song or did you want me to pick one out for you?”

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“worldwide media?” she mutters to herself in an almost inaudible murmur. “i’m from red light music, my name is lua.” she says in a quiet tone that pass every word seems to get quieter. the face continued to look very familiar, maybe she had seen the girl around sometime since she was also a trainee, just at a different company. “wait your brother is a member of eros right? I actually really like the group, but I usually forget the members’ names, but yeah you kinda of have some resembles but it’s not because of him that you seem a bit familiar.” lua says with her voice going from a quiet tone to a loud one with her thick accent accentuating some words.

“I am learning” she says with the most fluency she can. “I have Japanese classes at school, but I can’t really speak it” she says but this time with a bit more difficulty on saying those words.

⋆☆sorry have we met before?

fmmoon:

The sun was setting, the road was getting less busy every minute that passed, older people going to their homes to do whatever they had to do, some kids going home to study and others heading to the shops, and there she was walking. The cold wind going against her body only to leave her nose red and some chills through her body, but she had to bear with it.

Lua was walking towards her company, after a day of school. In her arms she was holding up against her body her Japanese book. She happened to not put it in her backpack after class and so just left the school holding it up.

Her head was in the clouds, she was so into her thinking that she didn’t even see someone walking the same way as her and ended up going against them letting her book fall on the ground.

“merda.” she swore in a murmur crouching down to pick up the fallen book not even looking at the person she had gone against.

“i’m sorry, i wasn’t looking…” she apologized finally taking a look at said persons face, recognizing it as someone she saw before but not knowing when and where. “hmm again i’m sorry but have we met before or something…you just look really familiar, but maybe i am actually confusing you with someone…”

@fmdawon

dawon was lost amongst her thoughts, so she’s rather apologetic when she bumps into someone taking them out rather suddenly, along with a book. apologies fall from dawon’s lips immediately. “i-i’m so sorry, i did’t see you there!” she gently exclaims, looking the girl up and down. “are you okay?” she asks.

“o-oh.” dawon says, wide-eyed looking the other girl up and down. she feels as though her face is familiar, rather distrinct, although she can’t pin a name to it. “um, idon’t think so?” she mutters to herself, shyly.“i-i’m from worldwide media, my name is dawon.” she figures if she introduces herself, things might be a little easier, a name usually helps with most things. maybe this girl was barking up the wrong tree, she better mention she has a brother with a similiar face. “i-if ilook familiar, maybe you’re confusing me with my brother!” dawon exclaims gently says with a shrug.

she notices the book that the girl had dropped and collected, and it’s in japanese. dawon raises her eyebrows, pointing at the book with raised brows. “oh, do you speak japanese? are you learning?” dawon asks in perfect japanese, switching fluidly.

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⋆☆sorry have we met before?

The sun was setting, the road was getting less busy every minute that passed, older people going to their homes to do whatever they had to do, some kids going home to study and others heading to the shops, and there she was walking. The cold wind going against her body only to leave her nose red and some chills through her body, but she had to bear with it.

Lua was walking towards her company, after a day of school. In her arms she was holding up against her body her Japanese book. She happened to not put it in her backpack after class and so just left the school holding it up.

Her head was in the clouds, she was so into her thinking that she didn’t even see someone walking the same way as her and ended up going against them letting her book fall on the ground.

“merda.” she swore in a murmur crouching down to pick up the fallen book not even looking at the person she had gone against.

“i’m sorry, i wasn’t looking...” she apologized finally taking a look at said persons face, recognizing it as someone she saw before but not knowing when and where. “hmm again i’m sorry but have we met before or something...you just look really familiar, but maybe i am actually confusing you with someone...”

@fmdawon

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🏥

STATUS : ACCEPTING

🏥— has they ever gotten seriously ill

“when i was younger i had bronchitis but i don’t know if that counts as being seriously ill though.” she lets a small laugh slip past her lips. “i remember taking various trips to the doctor and having a nurse giving me lemon flavour iced tea because my doctor had told her to, not the greatest memory but hey, at least i got to drank iced tea.”

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hey babes !! if you would like a starter from lua, please give this post a like and i'll try to write it as soon as possible~

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🍙

STATUS : ACCEPTING

🍙 — favourite snack

“since i was younger my favourite snack has always been a thing called nutella go! i used to be obssessed with it and eat it almost everyday when i lived in portugal. but now if i have to choose one, i’ll probably go with pocky, more especifically the strawberry flavour one”

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⋆☆ the singing unnie.

She saw the time passing by her eyes and didn’t care about it, she checked the clock, it marked seven o’clock and she was sitting in the practice room trying to practice her singing but no doing much.

One more hour passed, the clock was marking eight o’clock and there were two options on her head: give up for today or ask for help. In her mind neither seemed to be good, but she needed one and found herself asking for help.

< sms — singing unnie > unnie i need help [8:05pm]

< sms — singing unnie > come help me please [8:06pm]

< sms — singing unnie > i’m at my usual practice room [8:06pm]

And she just stayed sat on the floor looking at lyrics given to her and looking at her phone, waiting for an answer and a person to come through the door.

@fmseol