princess peach

designer (under eye) bags

*Momo's POV*

" Mo . . . Momo . . . turn that. . . thing off . . . "

I woke up to the high-pitched ringing of my phone's alarm, followed by Jeongyeon's melodic and muffled whining. I could tell her head was buried in her pillow.

The ringing continued for a few more moments before I heard faint cursing from Jeongyeon. Out of both fear and annoyance, I quickly obliged her earlier request.

But my muscles ached at the slightest movement, and my body felt like broken limbs strung together by tired joints.

I couldn't seem to remember what had happened the night before. My state resulted from late-night dance practice, or maybe every member of NCT jumped me.

Whatever I could recall was clumped into a fuzzy haze of dancing, sweating, and cursing.

I opened my eyes fully, sinking in the tired feeling. I think about mornings like these, the ones where I wake up out of breath from the day before. Ultimately, I wonder if I can do it all over again tomorrow.

I rise from my bed and stretch the soreness out of my legs.

I happen to remember that the girls and I have an off day today: no schedules, no required training or practice. Emphasis on required; never expected, but always recommended.

The only catch: every artist under our label is to stay away from the building today. There was talk of a meeting between an idol group and our company to discuss "business."

Every artist, especially us, was ordered not to come near the building to avoid rumors.

None of my members knew which group it was or what "business" was discussed. After some poking and prodding, we somehow figured out the idol group was a boy group.

But somewhere along the line, I learned not to mind it; Jihyo says there is always room for improvement.

"Can you bring me some water?" Jeongyeon's head cocked up.

"Sure . . ." I replied groggily.

As I trudged past the bathroom, I noticed the light was on. I guessed it was Tzuyu, as she constantly rises with the sun.

When I finally entered the kitchen, I had to maneuver in the dark since I didn't want to scorch my eyes with the blinding lights.

I grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and started making my way back.

*Thump*

"Ouch!" I tripped over something hard. I made out the outline of what seemed to be a suitcase through the dark.

Moving it was useless since my muscles felt like jelly, and it seemed like someone had packed an entire shopping center into it.

In my mind, I couldn't think of a reason why anyone would be packing for anything. The only trip I could think of was the one scheduled for Japan, but that was next week. We're supposed to be debuting in there soon. Our company wants us to take a short trip to get publicity going and get a feel of the people and culture.

On the other hand, I was incredibly excited to go, only for a more personal reason.

I passed by the bathroom again.

"Tzuyu, when are you going to be out of the bathroom?" I took a gander and asked through the door.

"It might take a while; I'm doing my hair and makeup." Her sweet voice pierced through the door.