In which I write for BLACKPINK, whenever I have inspiration.
BLACKPINK imagines, scenarios.
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EXO dorms, Cheongdam-dong 07:10 am
Y/N POV
I GROGGILY AWOKE AS I HEARD THE FAINT SOUND OF SOMEONE SHOUTING AT ME. Looking around in a daze to see where the sound came from. Suho was standing at the foot end of my bed, arms crossed over each other and a slight glare on his face. He was clearly unimpressed.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice husky and deep from sleep.
"You have twenty minutes to get ready for Music Bank." He told me before leaving my room.
I widen my eyes.
"FUCK!" I screamed as I shot up from my bed, cursing even more as I heard the laughs of my members through the dorm.
Usually I didn't spend time in the dorm, preferring the safe space of my own apartment. This time, seeing as we have promotions together I only felt that it was fit to stay with them, to get used to being around them all the time again. With a group like EXO you'll never know how chaotic it can actually get.
I took a quick shower, brushing my teeth while I was in there. As soon as I hopped out I got into an appropriate outfit, which consisted of a black and white striped T-shirt, a denim jacket to cover my tattoos, some black ripped denim jeans and some dress shoes, also putting on a cap and a mask to hide my puffy face and messy bed hair.
I quickly grab my backpack, putting in the essentials before racing downstairs.
"Morning guys!" I greeted as I grabbed an apple, sitting down onto one of the bar stools in the kitchen as I began to eat it rapidly.
"Eleven minutes, a new record hyung!" Baekhyun told me.
I smiled fondly at him. "What can I say, I'm a speed demon."
"I wonder if you would be able to make all that in eight minutes." Chanyeol asked to himself, Baekhyun nodding with him.
"Probably." Kai mumbled, sipping his water.
A phone ringing interrupted our interesting conversation. Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I took it out and into my hand. I sighed as I noticed who was calling me, throwing away the core of the apple before walking to a private room and picking up the call.