xuanmiin: Ga In's point of view. 

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At this juncture, news regarding our album starts to pop up on popular news sites, and it continues to perpetuate. Obviously, there are no reviews going around since we didn’t offer it early to anyone—though I’m thoroughly unsure if I want to even read any reviews, since this is first and foremost something for ourselves.

We’ve ceded control of whatever slideshows that the respective programme directors wish to produce, since that is something outside of our jurisdiction. Though when asked for a bunch of new photographs, we find ourselves in a serious fix because most of our photos turn up to be unsuitable for public consumption. In the end, we feed them a great deal of unseen photos during our days on WGM and AML. If you look at it, AML can be considered as new right? The end product is not half bad, so Kwonnie and I have no complaints.

“I wish they’d focus more on the music rather than perpetuate already obvious things.” Kwonnie grumbles, gulping down several mouthfuls of water.

“The writers themselves know it’s obvious, but they wish to harp on it.”

“I secretly think they get a kick out of writing such things.” Kwonnie dryly states, and it tickles me.

“What are we going to do about it anyway?” I think Kwon will understand what it means. “There’s not much time left.”

“If push comes to shove, then press conference. But I don’t believe we cannot think of a more interesting way to reveal things.”

“We could always, you know, post—” I stop myself, as I realise it will not elicit a pretty reaction.

“No, don’t you even think of running away from me. I got it all settled already. You will sign the papers.” Yeah, Kwonnie got the official paper signing part settled a long time ago. The reception? To be honest, both of us weren’t too bothered about the reception at all. Since it feels like we have had the spotlight on both of us before, and have gone through the fanfare before.

“That’s the only thing you settled.” I take a vicious stab at his nonchalance. We haven’t even bothered going to take photographs.

“You speak as if you mind.” Kwonnie scoffs, purposely turning his nose up in the air. “Do I need to remind you that you were the one who was trying to get out of holding a reception?” Oh yes, I did, it was too much hassle to plan.

“No. I am perfectly aware of my actions. But you also agree with me that doing anything normal would have felt so forced. So not like us.”

“Maybe if neither of us