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@★ hwanhee l. yukyung walked a little bit slower to let hwanhee catch up with her, and she stuff her bottle and her hands inside her hoodie's pockets. she turned slightly, facing the male as she walked backwards, speaking up. "we're learning twice's likey... what is your group learning? is it fun?" she asked curiously, her eyebrows raised just a tad. she shook her head briefly just to get rid of a strand of hair that was resting on her lips.

@☆ yukyung l. “I think it will be fun too. I personally think we will both enjoy it personally.” The male smiled and saw that she was starting to walk back to the practice rooms. He caught up with her. “So what song are the girls performing? I haven’t heard what song you guys will do yet.”

@★ hwanhee l. "ooooh, sounds great. an exchange would be fun! we'd be learning from eachother!" she replied excitedly, her eyes turning to small crescents as she smiled at him. she turned to the exit and started walking slowly, hoping that hwanhee would get that she wanted him to walk along with her back to the practice room she was doing her routine in.

@☆ yukyung l. "Hmm, help would be nice. I'm not really experienced in dancing, and you seem to be good at it. So I don't mind help. Maybe I could help you with something too. An exchange so to speak." He continued to drink the rest of his drink, discarding it in the trash can nearby. He then returned to the girl and smiled.

@★ hwanhee l. yukyung let out a low hum, to acknowledge hwanhee's words as she nodded. "mm." she paused for a brief moment, before speaking up once again. "do you... need help? i'm more of a dancer than a singer, although, miss jieun did say once that my voice had a soft and airy feel to it, haha." she answered, giving the male a gentle smile as she closed her bottle of soda.

@☆ yukyung l. He nodded, after hearing that she confirmed she would be resting. "Good, always gotta take time to stop sometimes." He opened his drink too, drinking the citrus liquid. The soda fizzed in his mouth before he swallowed it. "Okay, I don't mind waiting." Hwanhee looked around before he heard her voice again. "I was practicing mainly singing, but some dancing as well. In my team, I'm the weakest in dancing, so I'm trying to improve."

@★ hwanhee l. "yeah, you're right. i'm resting in a while!" she chirped, as she opened her bottle of orange soda, tipping a bit of the liquid into . she pulled the bottle away from her lips, her cheeks full of the orange soda, swallowing it afterwards. "oh. i guess that's fine? i don't mind if you watch, but let me take a breather first..." she replied softly, nodding her head and then adjusting the hood that she was wearing. "what were you practicing? if i may ask."

@☆ yukyung l. He was a bit surprised the firm grip she had given the male, but he smiled nevertheless. "Same here. I can get so lost in time. I have bad time judgment." Hwanhee was really caught off-guard hearing that she had been practicing since lunchtime. He had only been practicing since the afternoon, but she had been here earlier than him. "Wow. You must really be tired. You should really rest up." He hummed, thinking for a bit. "If you don't mind, after you finish your break, do you mind if I watch?"

@★ hwanhee l. she nodded gently as she listened to hwanhee's word, blinking a few times. she grabbed his hand and shook it, keeping her grip firm. "i was taking a break too, actually... i didn't realize it got late and that the sun had set, haha." yukyung gave the male a soft smile, noticing his friendly attitude. yukyung immediately felt more comfortable, especially since she was usually on the shyer side, all except when she was dancing on stage. "i was practicing a routine, a quick one. but i think i need a change in pace, since i've been practicing it since... lunch time, i guess?"

@☆ yukyung l. He bowed back to her, and then extended his hand to her. By doing so, he was able to see her face a bit clearer now. "Uh, nice to meet you yukyung, I was just taking a break. I've been practicing since daylight. So I just took a break." Hwanhee just always felt relaxed when he talked to people. Even though it could be a new person, when he talked to someone new, he just suddenly became friendly. "How about you, what are you doing up this late? Were you practicing as well?"

@★ hwanhee l. her hood had covered most of yukyung's peripheral vision, and she only noticed the other figure in the room once he stood next to her at the vending machine. a soft 'oh' escaped her lips and she turned her head to look at the taller trainee, her hands moving by themselves as she put in her coins and got her drink from the machine's slot. "oh h-hello, i'm lee yukyung." she muttered, giving him a subtle bow before standing up straight again and fixing the pinkish-blonde strands that covered her face. "and it's alright, you're not being nosy... why are you, uh, here?"

@☆ yukyung l. Hwanhee had been eating his snack when the female had entered, he waved at her, but she must've not had noticed her. He shrugged it off, and he decided to get a drink. He walked over to the vending machines and stood next to the female, he entered some coins into the machine and press the button that was under the drink he desired. He waited for it to come down at the bottom, and he took the drink in his hand. He looked at the female to see what she would be getting, but also to introduce himself. "So that's what you're getting...sorry for seeming nosy or intrusive, I was just being curious...I'm Hwanhee."

@★ hwanhee l. yukyung had been staying in the dance practice rooms for hours on end, not realizing that the sun had already set and that it was almost midnight, nearing one in the morning. she breathed and put her hoodie on, shivering a little bit from the cold night time air. she grabbed her water bottle and her wallet, planning to refill the bottle and get a tiny snack from the vending machine in the cafeteria. she pushed the heavy cafeteria doors with the side of her arm, not realizing that there was another person in the large room, one that she didn't expect. she started humming a soft tune as she bounced over to the vending machine in the side of the room.

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@☆ yukyung l. The male had been practicing for the last few hours, trying to perfect the song that his group was assigned to. He didn't know how long exactly he was in there, he just knows that it was day when he started, and now it was pitch black outside. When he felt that his vocal cords felt strained a bit, he decided to take a break and refresh himself with something from the cafeteria. Plus, he felt it was a well-deserved break. He didn't expect anybody to be there when he showed up, and when he did arrive there, there wasn't a single person. So he thought he would be alone for his break.

@☆ lalisa m. The din of the cafeteria was already starting to make Chanwoo's temples throb, crusted eyes and rumpled hair a dead giveaway that he was still running on the vestiges of sleep. While being late to training sessions is something he hated a lot, he is by no means a morning person - oftentimes a small nod is the most coherent thing you can wheedle out of him before he has his dose of AM caffeine. So naturally in no time since entering the premises, he's already got a sandwich in one hand - "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!", his CEO had said - and a can of iced coffee - a surprising novelty for an idol training camp if you ask him - in the other.

Chanwoo grunts and takes a large bite out of his sandwich as he shoulders his way through the throng of people, his tall frame making it easier to navigate his way out. As it stands, the only downside about his height is that he sometimes forgets to look down - always an honest mistake, really - so it's no surprise that he bumps into someone. A girl, no less. "Mmfsofmfy," he tries to apologize, though it's muffled by chunks of flour and ham and lettuce in his mouth. He blinks in surprise when he actually sees who it is, though; a face he knew all too well, though it's been years since he last saw her. "Lisa?" he gapes, mouth falling open in a comical way before he remembers and swallows his food out of courtesy. "How are -" the coughing fit cuts him off, and he barely has time to steer themselves to a nearby table, place his sandwich down, and wrench his iced coffee open before handing it to the said girl, his other hand lightly whacking at her back.

trails in to grabs a protein shake and a banana, cracking open the cap as i walk

@★ chanwoo j. lalisa was hungry, her stomach was grumbling the moment she woke up - it was the reason why she woke up before her alarm did, to be honest. she couldn't eat as soon as she woke up, of course. she was a lady of routine; of habits. she couldn't easily break one of them no matter the situation. see, her schedule for each day was to wake up, exercise for an hour or so, before she could finally eat breakfast. so it shouldn't be much of a surprise to see lalisa already stuffing with a sandwich, maneuvering through the crowd to get out of the cafeteria. she had never ate inside it, preferred to go out on her own and be free of the suffocating amount of people in it.

as she was busy focusing on how she was going to balance the food in her hands, she wasn't really looking at where she was going - and she, not much of a surprise, bumped into someone's chest. she blinked and stepped back in surprise, her food almost getting stuck at the opening of . her eyes, however, widened once again but in a different reason for surprise, as she recognized who it was. "Chanwoo!" she would have said, but it was that moment her food decided it was best to jump down and get stuck. Right. There. She covered with the back of her palm, trying to cough it out.

@★ jimin p. "Good." Yoongi stands for the nth time that day, feeling his knees give a pang of discomfort from all of this 'exercise' and 'daily activities', and snatches up his pudding cup again. "Don't drink milk, and don't have too cold of water. If you want something to wake you up caffeine wise, go for warm tea, and honey. Maybe blue agave if you're into that." He instructs, pushing away from the seat. Just as he's about to turn away, though, he glances back towards the younger. "Don't worry about disappointing, okay? I don't hold expectations for anyone but myself." A lie, but something that gave a bit of comfort to most people. How can someone be a failure if he didn't have anything to meet in the first place? A bit of psychological warfare in the industry, brilliant, he'd pat himself on the back if he could. With this, he walks off, throwing up a two salute to the pink haired boy who has him humming an overplayed song from the radio.

@♛ yoongi m. Jimin cocked his head to the side as he considered the elder's words. He supposed it made sense, Yoongi did seem qualified to assess skill level. And he wasn't trying to doubt the assessment skills of the man but.. him? Park Jimin, the dancer who wasn't even a main star at his home company? It seemed a little strange. At one point he did, want to be a top dancer. But now.. well, he was curious. And when he put his mind towards something, he wasn't easily swayed. His eyes widened slightly at the honesty in the other's voice. Yoongi seemed like the type who's satoori slipped out when he was being truthful, either with his words or feelings. Jimin leaned back on his heels slightly, ringed fingers rubbing lightly at his bottom lip as he thought it over. Yoongi presented it as an order, but he knew the man would back off and let him walk away if he really wanted to. But-- he didn't want to, he decided. Squaring his shoulders, the younger nodded in understandings. "Okay. Okay, I'll be there."

@★ jimin p. “Classes for vocal composition are for anyone. I have someone that claims to be brilliant in beginner classes. Everyone starts fair, to gauge what *I* think they can do, not what they believe they can.” He explains, palms faced out, merely shrugging at his explanation. Was there anything else to be said on the matter? “You want to be a top dancer? Go for it, sweat, bleed, and breathe dance, waste vocals that give me the shivers. I get shivers from opera artists, and very few idols around here. There are few things I enjoy, and I believe your voice could be one of ‘em.” He’s slurring, tone dropping back into a satoori, his fingers messing with the earring that dangles from his love. “You think I wanted to wear make up for rapping? Hell no. You think I wanted to try my hand at singing? Learn piano? Give up majority of my sleep to wear myself out to the bone? No, but I needed to. A chance was given to me and I took it, snatched it so quick. I needed to learn piano to get a better idea of chords, I joined *choir* for this.” He pushes himself up to stand, leaning towards Jimin. “Tomorrow, 5am, bright and early. Two hours before proper sessions start, I want to see you in my studio.”

@♛ yoongi m. Singing in front of a professional, whether their specialty was singing or not, was incredibly nerve wracking. Though there was briefly a feeling that Jimin couldn't quite put into words, something that he could only describe as a faint whisper of the feeling he had all those years ago when he performed his first dance for the dance teacher. It wasn't that the boy didn't like to sing actually, but everyone is a singer in the comfort of their shower. Here, and god forbid the stage, singing took on a different form. One that he found unfamiliar. The pink haired boy fidgeted slightly under Yoongi's suddenly bright gaze, confusion evident in his downturned brow. "Me?" He said, pointing to himself as if Yoongi needed a visual reminder of who he was talking to. "I-- why?" He asked. What Yoongi was suggesting was an entrance into a world he had no experience in. A part of him whispered that to reach his dreams, he had to take chances. "That's not.. a no, I'm just-- confused, I guess? Aren't your classes for the vocal composition trainees? Wouldn't I train with like, a sub vocalist group? Trainees less..advanced or talented."

@★ jimin p. Accent heavy, but pronunciation on point. Yoongi waits with bated breath, leaning forward, elbows resting on the table and his palms locking in front of his lips. He’s intent, listening to the raspy tone he holds, how breathy his control is, how the notes soothe his ears. Whoever said he couldn’t be a singer, or hold a tune, was far from right. He waits until he’s finished, bringing his acapella to an end, before resting his palms on the table. “Join my classes.” It isn’t an offer, more like a demand, watching him with eyes bright. There are the slightest hint of goosebumps on his forearms, and the hairs are standing up, clearly moved by the cafeteria performance.

@♛ yoongi m. The pink haired man worried at his lip as he considered the other's words. He couldn't really argue with the man. As long as he was in Yoongi's group, he was technically subject to the same standards and tasks of everyone else. Didn't mean he was gonna be as good as them, though. "More than a dancer.." He murmured, more to himself than to Yoongi. He wondered why the older male was even considering keeping him in the group, when Jimin was laughably inexperienced. But oh well I guess, he thought, at least after he embarrassed himself he'd be able to prove that he wasn't good at anything but dancing. "I-- fine. Okay. I'm... okay." He said, trying to hype himself up. He was suddenly glad that Yoongi had placed them away from the others, he didn't need more eyes on his failure. Taking a deep breath, he started quietly singing quietly to the first song that came the mind, voice wavering slightly with nerves and making him stumble a bit here and there with the pronunciation.

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@★ jimin p. Nah, this wont do. He waves his hand dismissively, and leans on the table, looking at Jimin with an unamused stare now. “No buts. You’re here today, right? You’re in my group,” He points to himself, before tapping the table, “today, yeah? So, you’re going to do that is asked. I don’t want to hear excuses, I want to see what you have. If you’re good, I’d like you to stay in the group, become more than .. Just some dancer.” Because dancers came and went, few become noted choreographers, he can only name some off the top of his head. “So hit me with something. I don’t beg, just gimme a little taste.” He waves his hand once more, asking Jimin to continue. Vocalist or not, tests would be had, hopps would be made, and this is one of the many firsts Jimin would endure under Yoongi’s hand if he let him.

@♛ yoongi m. A bit of the tension bleeds from the younger's posture at the reassurance, gruff as it might be. Jimin nods once and sits across from the elder, at little more at ease after hearing the satoori after being around seoul dialect so much. He was a little surprised by the request-- or rather, demand-- though. "Sing?" He parroted back, cocking his head slightly. He wasn't sure why he needed to. Of course, as an idol he'd be expected to sing a little. But he always assumed he'd be like a second sub vocal, maybe get 1 or 2 lines and just be valued for his dancing. Those in Yoongi's composition group seemed to be vocals, but he had already explained he didn't belong there. He would return to the dance group by the end of the day, so why did he need to be assessed? "Yoongi-sshi I'm not a vocalist though." He explained, not unkindly. "I'm sorry I.. infiltrated your group, but I'll be gone by the end of the day and back with the dance group. I'm not a singer."

@★ jimin p. Yoongi's, needless to say, taken aback by the response he receives from the other. Trouble? Hardly. He merely taps the spot across from him, shaking his head, "Not at all." his reassurance comes kind of gruff, not even bothering to hide the thick satoori, often times forgetting - even after years in the industry - that it's so prominent when comfortable. "I wanted to hear you sing. I don't see you on my sheets at all, and I see you sitting amongst kids that I've been assigned to. I wanna know what all you can do." There's no problem with it at all, he just wishes that the other wasn't so ready to flee. Each person, he needs to know what their skill level is, even if they have no previous knowledge, just finding out if they're a natural would be the best for him, at the very least. "Gimme something, anything."

@♛ yoongi m. Even if the corners of his smile wilted and he began shifting slightly under the unreadable stare of the older man, Jimin kept his own expression pleasant. He really hoped the rapper wasn't going to kick him out of the group. Would he have to go back home? Though this dream of his was somewhat new, especially considering some of his fellow trainees had been training for years, he really did want to work hard towards it. His quiet wish didn't seem like it would be granted though, as Yoongi gestured him away from the group. Jimin avoided the eyes of those at the table as he followed after the man quietly. While he had been friendly with the other trainees, he didn't want to see if any of them looked impassive or even pleased at his seemingly inevitable repremand. Jimin shifted on his feet slightly in front of the table, unsure if he was supposed to join Yoongi by sitting down. "Am I in trouble?" He finally blurted out nervously. He didn't mean to cause an issue, he was just trying to relieve some pressure off of the dance teacher. Maybe joining the composition group seemed insolent to Yoongi, someone like him with no experience or talent in the vocal subject.

@★ jimin p. Dance? ... Just dance? His brows furrow at this revelation, taking a moment to go over his notes once more. That would make a lot of sense. But why was such a pretty face wasted on merely dance? Back-up dancers are paid well, treated well, but the stardom aspect of this very place, it makes him perplexed, slightly, and it shows in the tick between his drawn together brows. "Come here," He wants him away from the group that's gone nearly silent, staring at him with hushed whispers, little grins, and overall stunned features. One thing he never got used to was attention. He loves it though, will tell anyone that with a confident smirk and shrug on his shoulders. Yoongi stands, swiping up his plastic pudding cup once more, and heads towards a vacant table. He waits, sitting across so that he can watch Jimin come over. He wants to hear him sing, hear any kind of melody come from him. There's something about this boy, so much more potential than just being graceful on his feet.