SUGA'S POV
The meeting took almost 2 hours to finish and it bore me to death. I have very small eyes and the struggle to keep them half-open is just the hardest. Based on the smallest of details I have decently heard when I was half-awake, we were going to endorse a new cosmetic product. I forgot what the name is but schedules of photoshoots, interviews, and TV guestings were already planned out.
Our group has reached the level of popularity we members have wanted but the management is still not satisfied. They wanted us to be known overseas and spread the influence of Kpop across all nations. This is very ambitious of them I must say but who would know?
In my case, I am very much contented with what and where I am right now. I joined the industry for my love of music. I've been breathing music ever since I was thirteen. I came from a poor family and discouragement has always been given by my parents. They see no future in my passion. They would rather have me work 3 part-time jobs than waste my time composing trash as they call it. But I didn't let myself get hindered by their words. I joined various rap competitions here and there which led me to an audition on one of the entertainment companies in Seoul. I love my city, Daegu but I see no forthcoming if I just stayed there so I took the risk. Fortunately, I got accepted as a trainee but my journey didn't end there.
I had no choice but to work part-time jobs while training at the same time. My parents as supportive as they can be didn't give much thought to sending me money for food and stuff. I trained for 2 years and here I am.
As a member of a boyband, we're expected to be well.. good looking and uber-talented. I only knew rap at first but to debut, I had to push myself to learn how to sing and dance. I've only worn black and white clothes my whole life in Daegu and yet now, we are forced to wear neon colors for Pete's sake. Totally not my thing but yes, I wear them. Bunny ears and flower crowns? Yes, I wear them. I don't really understand why girls love to see us wearing those girly shits but whatever.
Jin: "Suga. I heard you met a girl in that café you always go to." He playfully teased.
Jungkook: "Yeppeo Hyung?"
I just rolled my eyes and made a grumpy face. I'm not really in the mood for talking. I just want to get some sleep.
ROZIE'S POV
I finally got into our apartment and my feet are sore from walking. Jennie and Yoona met me at the café and insisted we'd have dinner before we hit the sack. I agreed not knowing we'd be on a shopping spree again. These girls are such suckers for clothes!
I quickly changed into my pajamas. Getting a shower is not a priority right now, sleep is. I'm dead tired. How long will I have to put up with these shopaholics??!!
Tomorrow's another day. Another typical day in Seoul. Then something came to mind, someone rather.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
I can't help but smile at the thought of him. He was very comforting. I mean he feels like home to me. I don't know. Do you ever feel like you've known someone for a long time when you actually just met them? That's exactly how I feel about him. Recalling our conversation makes me grin sheepishly. I've never really thought I'd befriend someone out here much more befriend an Idol as they call it. The odds seem to be in my favor. I giggled.
"What's so funny?" Yoona asked.
"Nothing!" I squished up against my pillow and turned my back on her.
He still didn't message me though. What could he be up to right now?
SUGA'S POV
I cozied up on the sofa of my studio. Jin, my roommate was still trying to win over the AI of some silly computer game. Since I'm not really into games, I left. I badly need peace and quiet so here I am.
I literally live in this studio. This room pretty much sums up who I really am. This is my sweet escape from the cruel world outside.
I turned on some music and read the message sent by my older brother asking me how I was. I was too tired to reply so I put my phone away. I closed my eyes and was starting to drift off when a face appeared in my thoughts. Rozie. I tried to recall our conversation and I'm actually having second thoughts about tomorrow. Yes, she's pretty interesting but is she really worth my time? I barely sleep for 3 straight hours. And. It's. Risky. People could see me with her. And the list just goes on and on.
Oh well. She'll be gone in a few days so might as well not go. I'd rather stay... here... and.... zzzzzzz
To be continued...