❝ Keep on dreaming big. ❞
As a team, that's their motto. A motto that keeps them motivated to strive for their success.
Together we experience their up's and down's as they conquer their dreams as these four persistent yet lionhearted girls aims fo...
"Stir-fried pork, bean sprout soup, beans, anchovies and yogurt." Yejin stated as we came in line in the cafeteria.
"Oooh, stir-fried pork." I can't help but to feel my stomach grumble.
We thanked the lady who served us, as we got our trays together with our food.
"Let's sit here." Yejin pointed to an empty table nearby.
"Ah Rin, when was the last time you posted a cover?" She spoke and started to eat.
"Cover? A song cover?" As I picked up my chopticks and started to eat too.
She nods. "Well, around two months ago. Wae?" (Why?)
"Nothing." She shrugged.
"I think you should post more covers, you may never know someone might discover you. You may become a trainee too, like Taeyong." I scoff. Really, Yejin?
"Soon." I answered. Oh? Please imagine a bulb above my head that lighted up because of my idea. *ting!*I can't help but to smirk at her. This is a great idea.
"E-eh? What's with the smirk? It's creeping me out." She shuddered.
"We should do a duet." I suggests.
"A duet? Hmmmmm" She think deeply. As if she's really doing it.
"I don't know . . . . "
"What do you mean, you don't know? I could sing then you could rap. What's the problem?" I scold her.
"Alright, alright. Geeez, I was just messing around." She laughed. And I roll my eyes at her.
"Aish. Come by my house on Sunday so we could start recording." As I attempt to hit her with my chopsticks. She swatted my hand as she nods. And we laughed. Good ole' days.
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Today's friday and class had ended early.
As I got home, I went straight to my room. I changed into some grey joggers and sweatshirt then wear my bunny socks. Yes, I am obssessed with socks and I love collecting them.
I felt my phone buzz in my pocket as I received a text from Yejin.
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Really? I mean, seriously?
Since I have no choice, I got up and went to find the slambook in my bag. You see, she kinda let me fill it out every year. Yes, every year. I don't know why, though. And I don't mind at all, I love writing on her slambook.
