Lady Ostara

【❝DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME❞】

@ibecameinsane Yeah, Sorry still here. It is a little hectic for me right, just working on the Bio right now. Hoping to post up my character by today

【❝DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME❞】

sorry, posted in error to fill the void, I'll finish up my character

【❝DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME❞】

I'm working on a character right, will be posting her up as soon as possible

Life of Trainees

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_{The Basement
Interacting with Hee Bear and KyuKyu}

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JaeSun turned and nudged his sister when Kim Hanuel started his performance. "wait? are we going to have do evals even though we weren't here this month?" He whispered to her. "Probably..." she whispered back to him as she shrugged, Turning quickly to Kyumin who was paying attention to Kim Hanuel's performance. He tugged on Kyumin's sleeve to get his attention, "Kyu Hyung? Do we have to do evals too?" Kyumin tilted his head as he thought about his answer, "Yeah, Sorry even though you guys were gone. you are still going to have to do evals.." He replied sheepishly, "You should probably talk with one of the stage techs or Siai to give them your music choices or have them prep something for you when you go on." Kyumin said seriously to the Twins, "Well I'll be back in abit..." HeeYoung whispered as she got up from her seat and walked off.

JaeSun sighed as he plugged his earphones into his phone and started to flick through his music to search for a song he would be comfortable performing. Finally, finding one that he thought was good he took off his earphones. Only to look up and see Yuzuru finishing up his performance looking a little sad. Trying to look over at what Kyumin is writing in his notebook, to see his notes. He flinches and rubs his forehead when Kyumin flicks him to keep him from taking a peek. "𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓈𝓎 𝒥𝒶𝑒!" He grins at Kyumin, "𝒮𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒦𝓎𝓊" He said cheerfully, as turned to watch Mo Chou's performance. He took note it seemed lightly off, but he could have been wrong... maybe her steps were suppose to be off beat. Soon her performance was over, and Her brother was called up next up after her.

While Cheng Lei performed his song, JaeSun face scrunched up in confusion as he listened to the song. It was less memorable than the orginal, He was slightly disappointed to hear it being sung the way Cheng Lei was singing it, It really could have been better. He still applauded his performance at least he went up there and gave it his best. When Bliss's turn came up next he wasn't he was both impressed and slightly intimated by her performance, The way she performed was strong and confident. When her performance ended, he wasn't really surprised to hear some groans and mumbles of disappoint from some of the other trainees behind him. To him it was really funny how a lot people found her attractive, but wouldn't dare to approach her.

His attention got pulled back to Evals when Hyunjin got called up to perform his piece, He swore he heard some of the girls behind swooning as he got on to the stage. His mouth dropped open as he admired Hyunjin's guitar, He had heard that he knew how to play. but he never actually seen him in act. He briefly glanced around the basement to search for his sister, If she was here and seen it.. He'd bet everything that she would go up and ask if she could try out his guitar. Not being able to find her, he shrugged and turned his attention back to Hyunjin's performance. As he listened to his performance, he found it interesting and could understand why he already had a large following of fangirls even though he hasn't debuted yet.

JaeSun looked around curiously as he tried to remember which one is Dae-Hyun, When he finally spotted one of the new trainee's nervously make their way to the stage. He was slightly worried that instead of performing he might...vomit. He was pleasantly surprised, that He seemed to put his all into the performance. He was definetly doing a job performing his song choice, went better than how he thought it would go. As soon as Dae-Hyun's performance ended He heard his name being called, He fist bumped Kyumin and made his way over to the sound techs.

Handing his phone over to one of the sound techs, he directed them to which track they should play, When He made his way up the stairs to the stage he noticed Dae-Hyun quickly cleaning a mess that he caused on accident. He couldn't help the grin that broke out to his face, When Dae-Hyun looked around nervously to make sure no one had seen him. When he reached the mic looked out at the crowd, He smirked as He introduced himself. "The song I prepared today is a mash-up, Hopefully you guys enjoy it" He said as he winked at a random face in the crowd. He started to sway with the beat of the music, spotting his sister and Siai in the back of the basement giving him thumbs up. He threw up a shaka sign in appreciation, Getting to the part where he should sing. He sung the lyrics confidently, smoothly weaving the lyrics of the three differents into one flawlessly. He danced with the mic without missing a beat, He finished up his performance with a bow of thanks. He made his way off stage, and waited by the stairs to get his phone back from the sound techs.

"Kang HeeYoung! Your Next!"

Looking around to find his sister,he frowned in confusion when he was able to find her. when the sound tech comes up to him and hands him his phone. JaeSun makes his way back to his seat by Kyumin, plopping down into his seat. He relaxed knowing that his performance was done. He was just a little worried about his sister's performance. Hearing light beeping, he watched in confusion as a large projection screen came down from the ceiling.

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_{The Basement, and The Roof
Interacting with JaeSun, Kyumin, and Siai
"Korean"
"𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽"}

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HeeYoung half listened to JaeSun and Kyumin's discussion, while she tried form some sort of plan for her performance,suddenly getting hit with a idea. "Well I'll be back in abit..." HeeYoung whispered as she got up from her seat as she grabbed her ukulele and walked off. Walking to the back of the room, She spots Siai in the back with a couple of computer screens and a laptop setup in front of her. Smiling she rubs her hands together, Siai is the perfect person to help her with her plan.

Settling into a free chair next to the older woman, she leaned forward and watch as viewer comments covered one monitor, while the other the other 2 monitors had different camera angles of the stage. HeeYoung lightly tapped Siai’s shoulder to get her attention. When Siai finically turns to her and takes off her headset. HeeYoung smiles brightly, “Hey, How are the viewer’s enjoying the evals? Siai finished typing on her laptop before answering HeeYoung’s question, “so far we have a lot of girls viewing and posting comments, I’m positive that we will have more guys posting comments when more girls go up for evaluations.” Siai looked at HeeYoung curiously, “There is no way you came back here just to see how everything is going...what’s up?”

"I can kind of want to do my performance on the roof, instead of here... Is there a way we can do that?" She asked curiously, making random imaginary doodles on the table. Siai chewed on the inside of her cheek as she thought about it carefully, "Sure... But if Taeyung asks, You take the blame.. got it. Don't include me at all." HeeYoung sits up excitedly in her seat, nodding her head. "Sure.. You got it Si!" glancing at the stage, "but how are we gonna do this do this?" She asked curiously, biting her lip nervously. "Well... We can take one of the live cameras and set it up on the roof for your performance. I can connect the live stream to the projector and project it onto the screen."

“That sounds awesome, let’s do it” HeeYoung said excitedly, she got up and followed after Siai. When she started walking to the stage, when they finally get backstage. Siai calls out to one of the company VJs to help her look for some items that Siai needed to make her performance go smoothly. Within a few minutes they had found a wireless microphone and battery pack, a small amp that she could hook up her Ukulele to, and a Video camera for the VJ to record her performance.

HeeYoung stood still while Siai helped her attach the battery pack to the wireless mic and putting it on her ear, giggled softly when the mic piece brushed against her cheek while Siai was trying to make sure it didn’t tangle in her hair. “Thanks for helping me Si.” Siai smiles down at HeeYoung as she continued to smooth out her tangled hair, “No problem kiddo! You got this. The VJ Kyo, He went up already to set up everything...So when he signals you to go, You just start playing your piece. I’ll make sure everyone down here gets to see it”

“I should probably head up there than..” she said nervously, she slowly followed after Siai back to her desk of computer at the back of basement. Both her and Siai smiled when her brother got called up on to stage, she gave him a thumbs up in encouragement before hugging Siai and making her way up to the roof. She took a breath before quietly existing the basement and running up to the elevators, hitting the top floor button. She tapped her foot nervously, humming the song she was planning to perform as she waited. When the elevator finally reached the last floor she ran the rest of the way to to the roof access. When she pushes the door open she kneels down slightly tired from all the running.

“Did I make it Kyo?” She asked him curiously as she tried to catch her breath. Kyo nodded his head, “yeah, you made it kid. But you should probably get ready sounds like your brother’s performance should be ending any minute now.” He told her, helping her to feet. He readjust her mic that came off and was hanging from her ear. “Got you all set up over here kid.” He said gesturing over to the roof ledge where her ukulele sat in front of a camera. “Nice spot” she mumbled as she looked out at the city view.

She moved to ledge taking a seat next to her ukulele, picking it up and strumming a few chords. Kyo moved to stand behind the camera, pressing his hand to his headset. He suddenly said “alright, I’ll let her know.” He looked at her seriously, “Alright kid it looks like it’s your turn, I’m going to count you down to one. When I point to you start whatever your gonna do.” HeeYoung nodded her head in understanding.

HeeYoung took a deep breath as she calmed her nervous, listening to the sounds of the city around her relaxed her nervous as she heard the VJ assisting her countdown to one. Noticing him flick his finger at her signaling her to go, She started to play the chords to the song she had chosen. It was song she grew up listening to and sing with her mom. It was old song, not many people knew it unless they grew up in Hawaii or actually liked IZ. She got lost in the memories that she had associated with this song, Before she knew it she was already finished singing and strumming the last chord. Holding her ukulele, she turned slightly to the city view blocking the camera view of her face. She slowly wiped the tears that had formed away from her eyes. She waited to hear that it was all clear from Kyo before hopping off the ledge and taking off the mic and handing it over to him. “Thank you, Do you need my help taking everything back?” She asked curiously, “Nah Kid your good, go on and head back”

HeeYoung smiles sadly giving a quick bow, before grabbing her ukulele and heading back downstairs. Instead of going straight to the basement, She made her way to the practice rooms. Peeking in till she found a empty practice room, she slipped into the empty room turning off the light. She laid down on the couch in the corner, strumming her ukulele while she got lost in her thoughts.

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Lady Ostara, Bringing a new to every story

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕀𝕤 𝔸 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞

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ηαмє:
Lyria Beatrix Evans-Castro aka. Trix Castro
ηι¢кηαмє:
ElBeeSea, Trix, Castro the Badass, Ly (Lie, Only her Cousin calls her this)
вιятн ∂αтє:
March 23rd
αgє:
19
gєη∂єя:
Female
ѕєχυαℓιту:
Bisexual
ƒα¢є ¢ℓαιм:
Vanessa Morgan
нєχ:
#ad0845

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αρρєαяαη¢є:
Brown Hair, Pink and Maroon highlights, Caramel Skin, Doe Eyes, A impish smile. Yes, these contrasting features belong to Trix, one of the most peculiar looking girls in the school. Some say she is a gorgeous and cute girl and others don't even dare to look at her.
Do you think she is a adorkable Cutie? unconventional beauty? Or a menacing and imitating girl? Well, choice is up to you, not me.
Trix is 5'3, Weighing at exactly 120 pounds. She feels like she is pretty small, and absolutely hates being called shorty.

Trix's sense of style is eclectic and mixed, but loves casual styles and comfortable clothes. She doesn't wear tight and show skin often and wears often her "own thing." It really just makes up Trix, defining the her instead of them. Sometimes she be dressed like a bit like her cousin, Making people think she is kindof a tomboy. But usually she can never be found without her leather jacket that she got from her cousin, To her it's like a security blanket. She feels more calmer when she is wearing it.

ρєяѕσηαℓιту:
Upon meeting her, Lyria is what you would call a “cutie.” she fits the title well; she’s short for a nineteen year old girl (in her opinion anyways), her voice is soft and clear, and her smile could make flowers grow. she doesn’t speak unless spoken to, which usually gives people who don’t know her well the impression that she’s quiet and shy. well, yeah, she’s quiet, but she’s also comfortable in social situations and usually doesn’t struggle talking to others. She makes friends easily because it’s hard to dislike her and even harder to be mad at her. I mean, just look at her. I know, right?

Beneath the gummy smile and the gentle and soft-spoken exterior is a girl with a surprising amount of snark. She makes the sarcastic remarks and somewhat morbid comments, When she thinks only her real friends can hear her make them. She also curses a lot. Once she starts pulling out the swear words around you, You know you’re fairly close to her, or at least close enough to where she thinks you won’t badmouth her to your mutual friends. That’s another thing: Trix is distrustful to a fault. She always instinctively thinks the worst of everyone because in her eyes everyone’s got an ulterior motive. everyone’s a jealous, greedy, gossiping liar until proven otherwise.

Even though she has super-low standards for humanity, Trix still treats everyone equally and with kindness so long as they don’t piss her off. Though her oftentimes bleak observations and pessimistic worldview suggest otherwise, She has a very optimistic belief that things will get better as long as you put in the effort to make it better – whatever it takes. She’s a hardworking girl who never leaves her friends hanging if she can help it. People who make her mad quickly see that she is not just "all bark and no bite", She willing to get down and dirty to make her point come across or to keep her friends safe. She promised herself along time ago she will never let herself be a victim again. Even her words can make someone feel as small as an ant with stinging insults. When she’s pushed too far, however, she closes herself off from everyone and gets more stressed if people bother her, No matter how good their intentions may be. It takes time for her to recover enough to interact with others again.

вισgяαρну:
Lyria Beatrix Evans-Castro, was born in the morning on April 1, 1999 to Liam Evans and Esperanza Castro. Esperanza or Hope as she liked to be called, was a pianist of the american symphony orchestra. She met Liam on a trip to Los Angeles to visit her family. The two married after only 6 months, and Hope was pregnant just weeks afterwards. Things had started out well enough at first, Hope came from a wealthy family, and with their help she and her husband and their young daughter were able to live a comfortable, upper class life. But Hope yearned to return to the stage, to her life before all of its changes. She sat at the glossy black piano in the parlor and played concertos, sonatas, and waltzes for hours everyday. To appease herself, She began teaching her Daughter. Lyria learned how to play the piano and walk at the same time. Her mother stayed at home and raised her while her father worked. If Lyria had been older, maybe she would have noticed the signs. The dinners tossed into the trash, The untouched pill bottles, The way she sometimes sat on the piano bench and stared out the window for long periods of time and snapped at her in a way she never snapped at her if she bothered her. She left a note and a promise to keep in touch, but she still left. Lyria was nine.
The loss hit Lyria’s father hard to say the least. Here was a man who had given up his dreams of becoming a writer to support his wife and their daughter (who, if he was honest, had been a complete accident). Here was a man whose wife left him with nothing more than a note, a dead end office job, and the responsibility of a young child. Lyria’s father turned to alcohol, He quit the office job and began writing again, eventually taking up odd jobs to scrape together a living when the Castros' refused to completely support them. For a while Liam and Lyria lived this way, but their relationship remained distant due to the drinking and perpetual silence.

It wasn’t until Lyria was twelve and her father began trying to get his “fucking memoirs” (as Lyria likes to call them) published that problems started occurring. Lyria’s father would take out his frustration on his daughter. First, It was just yelling and cursing, But this soon escalated into full out drunken, severe physical abuse. She would be dragged around by her hair, thrown down the stairs, and choked until she was begging for air. Lyria at time pondered suicide, At times, she would take comfort in playing the piano in the parlor. It was an activity she associated with just the good memories of her mother, and she was very good at it to boot.

One day, when Lyria was fourteen and hadn’t been careful enough to check that her father was at work, The man walked in on her playing claire de lune. That night, Lyria heard the piano being dragged outside, the splintering of wood, and the screeching of strings. a week later. She tried suicide, it turned out that medicine gets less potent over time, so instead of shutting down her heart, the pills in the cabinet just made her vomit a lot. She figured she should end it before her father found out what she’d tried to do, so a couple days later she attempted to hang herself from the ceiling fan in her bedroom. She didn’t half-ass it either: The knots in the rope around her neck were secure, and she’d tested her weight on the ceiling fan beforehand. It almost worked but a neighbor saw her jump from the chair through the window and alerted her father, who got her down right before he punched her in the face. Regardless, the incident must have scared her father. Because Lyria was left alone for a while, She collected herself and reduced her depression from a storm to just a cloud. Eventually she began to think about her future.

Though Lyria made it clear that she wanted to pursue music at least as an extracurricular if not as a career, Her father vehemently refused. When Lyria actually stood up and argued back at her father about the subject, The man threatened to kick her out if she didn’t pursue something more worthwhile, like medicine or economics. Shortly after this declaration, Her father actually got those fucking memoirs published. He gave some of the money to Lyria, before grabbing the bags he packed for her and her out of his house. And that’s basically the sad story of Lyria’s life. Oh, sure, there are brighter moments– She’s always been able to lean on at least a few people for support, Like her mother's family would always try to help and the friends who don’t know anything about it still help her in some way, of course.

The time she spent outside of the house was okay, even pleasant sometimes. The abuse continued to the day she was kicked out; the only difference was that her father could inflict it while sober. Still, Lyria’s glad that her father kicked her out. The day her father kicked her out she called her mother's family. They helped her to move to Illinois to live with her cousin Marcos, Who was offered a position at the hospital that he completed his externship at. At first, She was bit weary to be living with her cousin. But thanks to her cousin's help, She found herself enjoying her new life and friendships. Gone was the sad, scared Lyria. In her place stood Trix, A girl who was stronger and not willing to let anyone hurt again. To alot of her new schoolmates, She is the new girl. A problem that needs to be solved and placed in a neat little box like the rest of them. To bad she isn't planning to follow the status quo.

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нαвιтѕ:
Reading books from the library and leaving notes in the books for others
Traveling around town to try different places to eat
She is a night owl, so she love to party
Dancing

ℓιкєѕ:
Loud music
Chaotic spaces
Baking
Her friends
Being creative
Dancing
All things spicy
Horror Tv Shows

∂ιѕℓιкєѕ:
People who don't text or call the next day
Early mornings when she hasn't slept at all
People who bully others
Wasting food
Drinks with long names
Horror movies, Which is odd because she likes horror tv shows
Stick-in-the-muds

ƒєαяѕ:
Her Father, is still someone she fears. even though she tries not to think about him.
She has a fear of thunderstorms, usually tries to use music to drown out the sounds of thunder.
She doesn't like to be crowded or in tight dark spaces.

ѕє¢яєтѕ:
Her abusive past, She doesn't want to people pitying her.

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Our Last Summer Together

working on a post, hopefully Ill have it up soon

♥ 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓻𝔂 ♥

South Korea, a thriving metropolis, has become the birthplace for numerous chaebols. Seoul Academy, located in the heart of South Korea, was a school dedicated to the elite and privileged. It was the place where heirs and heiresses of chaebols were educated. Only those who were qualified (having excellent social standing or great wealth) could attend Seoul Academy. The high school fees paid gave the students access to top-notch facilities, lessons provided by professional teachers and ambrosial dishes from Michelin-starred restaurants. On top of that, there was no school uniform. These students could wear what they like to school. Isn't that terrific?

Six months ago, a host club was formed. The host club consisted of five charming young men who were from wealthy and influential families. They spent each day entertaining the female student body with activities such as chatting with them and playing games with them. The ladies were served with delicious pastry and aromatic tea and coffee. The hosts even had a different theme everyday - brilliant butler, handsome Hanbok (traditional Korean apparel), sexy beachwear etc. Tapping into their expertise, they answered the various customers' needs. They even took on the task of consoling these young ladies' broken hearts as well as showering these lonely ladies with love. In essence, the host club was a haven - a place to love and be loved. Profit was earned by selling customers photographs and merchandise of the host club members.

The other male students were jealous of the popular hosts while the female students were delighted with the extra service in attending Seoul Academy. Due to the hosts' widespread influence and the students' support (mainly females), the headmaster and teachers turned a blind eye to this improper activity.

However, their solid foundation was shaken with the establishment of a female host club. The female host club was gaining popularity in spite of being established two months ago. They seemed similar to the original host club, especially since they carried out similar activities. While the male host club entertained the female student body, the female host club addressed the needs of the male student body.

But how can there be two Seoul Academy host clubs? There should only be one host club. Thus, the intense rivalry between the two host clubs was ignited. Which host club will win and be the last one standing? How will the battle turn out with the complicated relationships between the male hosts, females hosts and customers?

Life of Trainees

Just as a heads up, I'm gonna use a slightly different colour for when each character isn't speaking Korean

@TheDookieNut

I thinking of doing that as well, but I decide to just use a different font

Our Last Summer Together

@Moon Child
Yay! sweet hopefully the others come and join up again

Life of Trainees

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_{ICN Airpot->Company Car->AS Entertainment Building
Interacting with Eachother, Kyumin and anyone else}

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_{"On behalf of Seoul Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!”}

HeeYoung pushes her glasses up as she puts away the book she was reading, Turning in her seat to look at her sleeping brother. She starts to poke his cheeks. "Suny~ We are here now!" She said as she continued to poke his cheeks. "Ugh, I'm up! knock it off Noona!" JaeSun said as he slaps his sister's hands from his face. HeeYoung laughed as she backed away from her little brother, She quickly put her hair in a messy bun and opens the overhead bin where their carry on luggage was stored. JaeSun yawns and stretches before gets out of his eat and starts to help HeeYoung, "You told Kyu-Hyung what time to pick us up right?" He asks her as he takes the bags she was holding as they walk to the exit of the airplane. "Of course..." She says as she texts Kyumin to let him know that they just arrived. She pushes her phone in front of her brother's face when she gets a response back."See, he's already at baggage claim!" The Twins quickly made their way to baggage claim only stopping when people who recognized them, asking for photographs or just to shake their hands. The Twins smiled and happily took pictures with whoever approached them, Spotting a sign as soon as they reach Baggage Claim that read "My Brats! My Twins! Welcome home!!!" Both HeeYoung and JaeSun walk over to the sign where They see Kyumin pulling their luggage off the conveyor belt and onto a cart. "Kyu Hyung/Oppa!" The Twins say in sync, Kyumin smiled at them as he places the last bag on to the cart. "it's good to see you two, had fun on your trip?" He asked as He gave the twins a hug, He stepped back and looked at the twins. "So? would you like to go home or to AS?" He asked them as he pushed the luggage cart to where a black van was parked in front of baggage claim, The twins shared a look before answering in sync "AS, we were able to change before we departed the plane" Kyumin nodded his head, as he and JaeSun started to load the car together.

He looked over the twins' clothing again, "It should be fine, If Evaluations have started the clothes won't cause any restrictions" He thought to himself, as he took not of JaeSun's White v-neck tee, Blue Jeans and white sneakers. The only thing He was worried about was if HeeYoung would get cold, She was wearing a navy tank top with black shorts and black boots. Taking off his leather jacket he handed it to her for her to wear. "Here, Don't want you getting sick." "Thanks oppa!" she said cheerfully as she put on his jacket. She quickly hops into the front passenger seat before her brother can get it, She childishly stuck her tongue out at him as she closed the door. As they drove towards where AS is located, They sang along with the radio. The Twins were dancing in their seats while singing. Kyumin would laugh at their antics if he caught them making faces at each other, He was glad they were back. He and Taeyung were started to think they might comeback, Usually when they go on their birthday trip The Twins are usually gone for one week. This time The Twins were gone for three weeks, "They must have had a lot of fun, They came back with more luggage than they left with" He thought to himself as he catches a glance of The Twins luggage, He was broken out of his thoughts when he heard HeeYoung say "Suny! get out my ukulele and Taeyung's gifts! I can see AS already!" She was bouncing in her seat with excitement. Kyumin laughed at JaeSun, He had fallen a few times while searched for what his sister told him to find.

"Alright Guys! We are here!" Kyumin said as he parked the car by the entrance, "Great... Which one Taeyung's gift again?" JaeSun said, holding up to bags One orange and another Yellow. HeeYoung points at the yellow one as she grabs her ukulele case from the top the pile of luggage, Kyumin looked at the gift bags curiously. He really wanted to see what was in the bags. JaeSun puts away the orange bag as he follows after his sister, who was already out and waiting by the door. "Come on Hyung let's go before she leaves us" Kyumin quickly follows after The twins, locking the van behind him. He flinched lightly as he could already hear the AS rumor mill running as the Twins stepped into the building. Many people whispering, but no one approaching The Twins. He could hear the snippets of conversations,
_{"Oh! they're back” "Thought they got fired?” "I heard...” "isn't it true that?...” "cause problems...”}
He couldn't see The Twins' faces. But he could tell that they didn't appreciate the whispering. He throws his arms around The Twins' shoulder, standing between the two of them leading them to where Taeyung's office. He was about to knock on the door when the P.A. system crackled to life and a announcement was made.

"All trainees, proceed to the basement. Please take your seats around the stage and wait to be called."

In sync The Twins muttered "Really?" Kyumin laughed at similarity of Why that was showing on their faces, He quickly lead them the pair down to the basement where evaluations are usually held. Situated themselves to stand against the wall closet to the stage, The three watched as Taeyung took the stage and addressed the room, When Taeyung starts to rub his eyes, squinting at the paper in his hands. Kyumin smirks at his old friend, before leaning close to HeeYoung and quickly pulling her glasses off her face "Just gonna borrow these!" he whispered as JaeSun covers HeeYoung's mouth muffling her sentence of he assumed she was gonna say "My glasses!" Kyumin quickly goes up the rickety staircase and hands over HeeYoung's glasses to Taeyung, he almost busts out laughing as he puts on her glasses. as he makes his way to sit back down, he notices that HeeYoung has a odd look of squinting and glaring."Now HeeYoung don't get mad, Taeyung is getting old... He needs all the help he can get!" He says as he nod his head to confirm his statement, He almost jumps out of his seat in surprise when Taeyung suddenly collapes in the seat next to him. The Twins are covering their mouths to muffle their laughter from see his look of surprise.

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