Constellation

9. Shades Of Grey CHAERIN

December 2014

Polaris’ debut had been full to the brim with appearances on music shows to perform their song, yet it hadn’t occurred to them that they had never had a real interview other than the short ones about their mini album and their introductions. So when Polaris were invited to do an interview for a website, their manager immediately accepted. It wasn’t that they were never invited to those type of things - they were either busy or in their off period. 

Chaerin woke up especially early to pick out some clothes to wear, jostling about her shared room with Subin, successfully waking the oldest member of the group up. 

“Chaerin,” the rapper muttered, burying her face into her duvet. “Why are you up at five in the morning?”

“It’s the interview today, idiot,” the vocalist answered without even so much as looking away from her wardrobe, the doors of which had been flung open. Luckily, she wasn’t the type to fling her belongings everywhere while looking for something to wear, but she was a loud person in general, not just when she opened her mouth to speak or to sing. “I’m finding clothes, what does it look like I’m doing?”

Subin sat up in bed, eyes half closed, the hair on the left side of her head crumpled and knotted, pillow lines on her cheeks. Chaerin snorted at the site of her - what she wouldn’t give to let the fans see this side of them so that they would know that even idols weren’t pretty all of the time. 

“Kwon Chaerin, I swear to god,” she began in a serious tone that was slightly muffled by a yawn. “We’re not even due at the place until nine! You are up three hours early.”

“Yeaaaaah,” Chaerin responded, dragging the word out. “But it’s important! I’m not going to get ready straight away, obviously. But I just couldn’t sleep any longer knowing that I hadn’t got everything sorted ready for when we have to go.”

“And since when did you become the type of person who needs everything in order? There’s a reason that I always yell at you to keep to your own side of the room, Rin - you’re like some sort of reverse vacuum cleaner that throws up mess instead of taking it away.”

“You can just shut up,” the vocalist warned. “I want this interview to go perfectly, okay? Is there anything wrong with that?”

“There is when you wave me up at five in the morning. Just grab some clothes and go do your worrying in the lounge, will you? Let me get another hour.” Subin begged, pulling out what Chaerin suspected was meant to be aegyo, but just made her look like she was vaguely constipated.

“Fine, have it your way. Just don’t be mad when I’m the best looking out of the lot of us.”

With that, she scooped up an armful of outfits and tottered into the lounge, half hidden behind the pile of garments in her arms. As a result, she bumped straight into another member.

“OH MY GO- Chaerin, what the hell?!”

“Sorry, sorry!” she immediately apologised, shifting some of her clothes so that she could peer over the top of the mountain. “Sorry, Eunjung-ah, I couldn’t see anything.”

"What even are you doing up this early, anyway?" Eunjung asked Chaerin suspiciously, glancing at the clock on the wall behind her. "Do you know what time it is?"
Chaerin nodded impatiently. "It's like quarter past five, I know already, Subin unnie already chewed me out for being up so early, so you don't have to say anything.”

"That still doesn't explain why you're up so early, Chaerin. It doesn’t explain why you’re carrying half of the clothes that you own around in your arms, either, sorry.”
Chaerin let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes at the leader. “I’m trying to figure out what I should wear at the interview later, isn’t it obvious? Why are you up, anyway?”