𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆

[hdmiru]

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[hdchaeyeon]

"mm... well, i don't think anything's wrong, exactly." she smiles to faintly. she doesn't want to worry miru. "it's just..." her shoulders lift in the tiniest shrug. "everything happened so fast. i feel like we're always performing lately." the confession comes quietly, almost absentmindedly, as though she's only now just discovered it herself. "i love meeting all the new girls," she rushes to add with a little laugh, glancing over at miru. "i'm always saying 'hi' to rookie trainees, so i really want girlnextdoor to turn into this huge girl's party."

her fingers worry absentmindedly at the cuff of her sleeve, searching for the shape of a real answer. "sometimes i miss when we were those rookies trainees and nobody expected us to be anything yet." another small smile. "we could mess up a dance break and only our instructor would notice."

she lets out a breathy laugh that disappears almost as soon as it's born. chaeyeon is a wishful thinker, "i think that's why i keep talking about the spa." her eyes brighten again, returning to her light self and ramblings. "it's one of the only places where nobody wants anything from you. we don't have to wave or smile perfectly or remember who likes which pose because the staff is so posh! we can just be two girls with cucumber slices on our eyes pretending the world doesn't exist for a whole afternoon."

[hdmiru]

she understood where chaeyeon was coming from because that's exactly how she felt a couple of months ago. it seemed like ever since they debuted, they'd been flooded with schedules. concerts, photoshoots, fanmeetings, music shows and whatnot. the list was endless, as expected of a group that's hit big. it was nice, yes, but also overwhelming, so she couldn't blame chaeyeon if a part of her was feeling that way.

"you could still mess up a dance break or two, and i'd cover for you," miru states with a gentle smile. there was something about the way chaeyeon spoke that almost broke her heart a little. where was the girl that always lit up the room and seemed to sparkle? she didn't want to see her filled with concern, so it seemed best if they just drowned into the relaxing experience for the day and distract themselves from who they were expected to be.

"i've been seeing a lot of those head spas online. i kind of want to try one." with a chuckle, she shakes her head because miru thinks she would've found that a waste of a time just a year ago. "with how much product we put into our hair, it can't hurt to try it out, right?"

[hdseungho]

sora ni saita firework —

written for takada miru (@hdmiru) ♡

tokyo had a way of making anonymity feel possible, right? millions or so people poured through shibuya crossing every hour, each one too busy chasing the next train to care about 6'4" tall man in a charcoal hoodie tugging the brim of a baseball cap lower and lower over his eyes. a disposable mask covered the rest of his face, naturally. now the sunglasses were overkill (he knew they were) but paranoia had a funny way of making every precaution seem totally reasonable.

'i'm here.' he sends miru a simple message. seung-ho glanced over his shoulder out of habit before weaving through the crowd, keeping his pace measured... and he hated this. he hated that something as ordinary as wanting to see someone had to become an operation.

still, he rounded the corner of a quiet side street, away from the noise, away from most people, where tiny cafés tucked themselves between bookstores and vinyl shops and turns out, she was already there. for a second, instinct won. he wanted to close the distance and wrap his arms around her. kiss her forehead, maybe. pretend they were normal people with nothing to lose. instead, he settled for brushing shoulders as they fell into step together. "you waited long?" he asked quietly.

[hdmiru]

with tokyo being home and all, miru imagined that she would feel more comfortable once she got here. however, maybe it's because she's spent so many years in korea now or because she came here on business, but it just felt like any other city. which also meant that it came with the risks of any other city.

with her hat tugged low and a mask to cover her face, she had been waiting for seungho. when she spotted him, she waved him over before shaking her head at his question. "i only got here a few minutes ago myself." if they were like any other couple, she would've grabbed his hand right away, tugged him closer, but there was always a part of her who was scared of what others may see.

"if you're counting on me to lead the way, we might get lost. it's been a while since i've been here," she admitted with a chuckle before taking out her phone. "i don't even know if my favorite ramen place is still open."

[hdnaimei]

chotto matte.

𝒇𝒕. @hdmiru

The story goes: Naimei found a café online with the prettiest little strawberry shortcake she'd ever seen and decided she and Miru had to find it. It had seemed simple enough at the time—follow the directions, grab a dessert, maybe take a few (100) pictures if the lighting was good; girly things. Somehow, however, one wrong turn had become two, two had become six, and now they were standing in a narrow side street she was fairly certain hadn't existed on the map ten minutes ago.

Tokyo stretched around her in glowing signs and winding alleys, each corner looking convincing to make her think she was heading the right way before proving her wrong. At this point, it wasn't even about finding the café anymore. It was about principle of it all and not letting an unsupervised stroll go to waste. With a sigh, she lowered her phone and squinted at the screen, then at Miru, then back at her phone again, weighing her options before deciding that... Pride was significantly less important than getting un-lost. She offered Miru a sheepish smile. "…hypothetically," she drew the words out like that somehow made the situation better, "If we were completely and undeniably lost, how mad would you be?"

[hdmiru]

despite tokyo being her hometown, miru has arguably spent more time outside in korea. thus, it wasn't surprising that she didn't know her way around the city either. it's not like she went out much on her own when she was younger. a part of her thinks she was foolish for letting naimei take the lead in her home country, but with how confident her member sounded, she was certain she knew her way to whatever dessert she was heavily craving.

"well, i don't think we'll be lost forever." the logical side of miru spoke up first as she looked around, trying to get a grasp of where they were. she was terrible at maps, so that wouldn't be much of a help to look at. "the best we could do is ask for directions. the people around here are friendly, though they might question why i'm asking for directions when i look like i should know my way around," she jokes with a slight scoff. "you still really want that strawberry cake, don't you?"

[hdchaeyeon]

these are the golden years —

written for takada miru (@hdmiru) ♡

it's brutal out here! girlnextdoor's first comeback is everything fans hoped it would be and then some. three new members, a b-side track packed with attitude, new formations and dynamics to memorize, so many new things. every stage feels bigger than the last. so chaeyeon should be celebrating. she is celebrating; really, she is! but somewhere between the endless rehearsals and smiling for what feels like every camera in south korea, she's started to feel like a doll that's been wound a little too tightly.

which is why, the moment she spots miru after their final schedule of the week, she brightens up like a supernova. "unnie!" she says, falling into step beside her, tucking her exhaustion neatly underneath. "you remember our spa day, right?"

chaeyeon has been thinking about it for three days straight. her hands disappear into the sleeves of her hoodie as she walks. "i think i've earned it this month. we've earned it. actually, no. i know we've earned it." the corners of her mouth curl upward. she glances at miru, then away again, smiling to herself. "i was looking at the menu earlier, and they added this rose facial thing. and some kind of scalp treatment." she sighs dreamily. "doesn't that sound nice? we can just sit there and not talk to anybody for like… two whole hours."

[hdmiru]

miru's life has been hectic, to say the least.

it's not like she didn't expect this. with girlnextdoor's debut being so well received, it's no surprise that the company's pushing them through with various activities and a comeback that's filled with so many things to look out for. on top of that, miru's responsible for the other girls and taking care of new members. she's got a lot on her plate.

that's why she's actually forgotten about her promised spa day with chaeyeon, but when the younger female brings it up with such a bright smile on her face, she can't bring herself to say no. "not saying anything actually sounds pretty nice," she admits with a soft chuckle.

"though, if there's something on your mind, i'm all ears for that as well." she realizes that she can't possibly be the only person with so many things on her mind right now. it was a leader's responsibility to always be on top of what her members were thinking, right?

[cherry-yunas]

Nakamura Kazuha - Yonsei University Akaraka

[hdseungho]

the touch of her hands came upon him like a startling thing. impossibly tender against a body long accustomed only to the lash of winter wind and the merciless kiss of bamboo rods split clean across his flesh. seungcheol stiffened at once, every muscle drawing taut beneath her fingers with the wary instinct. and yet, as she worked, the strain began to leave him little by little, bleeding away beneath the measured grace of her touch. he watched her in silence, darkly fascinated by the sight of a noblewoman tending to ruined skin with the same care a lady might devote to silken embroidery.

"won mihyang," he repeated at length, savoring the manner in which her name rested on his tongue, "now you have seen me. and i see you."

his eyes, dark as spilled ink and twice as permanent, traced the curve of her throat before settling back on her eyes. he leaned in, his aura flaring in a way that seemed to bruise the air between them. "you have placed a brand upon me with those gentle hands of yours, my lady. a debt of blood and silk that cannot be settled with a simple 'farewell' in the dark. tell me... when i vanish back into the shadows of hanyang, will you spend the rest of your life wondering if the wolf you saved was merely a dream that bit back?"

[hdmiru]

even as she's wrapping up his current wound, mihyang can't help but notice some other scars—older and untreated. she tries her best not to let them distract her, but she can't help but brush a hand over one that's close to the one she's treating now.

"this shouldn't open back up until tomorrow. i've wrapped up many wounds before." mihyang doesn't know why she's explaining herself to him as there's a high chance they'll never meet again, but she'd like to see him survive. handing over a small vial as well as some bandages. "you'll have to wash the area, then make sure to disinfect it and wrap it again."

when he leans in, she gulps, but she can't seem to stare away from his eyes. there's something about them that draw her in. he was a change from her daily, repetitive life. she gives him a nod to signal that she's done before taking another look outside the window. "they're most likely gone by now. i hope you stay safe, seungcheol."

[hdmiru]

* ∙ ✰ ◞ ⤫ ( 𝒇𝒐𝒄𝒖𝒔 ) miru feels more at ease the second time around / 304 words.

there's a sort of ease that comes with this being a comeback and not a debut for miru. of course, the pressure is still there with her being their leader and all that, but she's gotten a hang of how things work around here, which has made it possible for her to actually breathe.

with the success that came with girlnextdoor, it's become pretty clear that the company won't be shying away on doing the most they can with them. makes sense with how fast this industry moves as the last thing they want is for the group to become irrelevant.

it's why she thinks the whole album is a nice move in the right direction. while their debut sounded a little too young for her. it fit with the vibe they seemed to be going for, but it wasn't to her taste. this comeback, however, was exactly what she imagined when she thought about becoming an idol.

sophisticated yet still in line with the image that girlnextdoor was trying to portray. the outfits were cute but not too outlandish, and the album in itself seemed to fall into place. while miru couldn't predict the future, she doesn't see how this album couldn't do as well as the last one.

the new faces were definitely something to see as well. having nayoung back was the cherry on top, in miru's opinion, as she constantly brought something to the stage. sakura was a nice addition, too. there was something fresh about her. a rookie charm that the others have lost in the last couple of months.

having more girls to look over meant more weight on her own shoulders, but miru could take it. this time around, she's hoping she can actually enjoy the promotions rather than be rigid and afraid of what's to come.

[hdseungho]

seungcheol watched mihyang scramble for cloth, her movements far too frantic for a girl who claimed to be at peace with her father's open-door policy. she was a deer and he was a gutter wolf that had somehow lodged itself in her family's throat. "don't waste your linen on me..." he rasps, he didn't want to move toward the light she offered. "that is a dangerous habit in a city of wolves." his gaze snaps to the official seal that had betrayed him. the blood on it was darkening, turning the color of crushed plums against the floorboards. he let out another raspy laugh that sounded like dry husks rubbing together. the sound of his own mirth felt hollow, rattling ghost of a laugh that died along the way up. he looks at her and sees the way the light from the lattice caught the stray threads of her hair. she was terrifyingly sincere, and it gnawed at him.

but even as he closed his eyes for a heartbeat, his exhaustion lingered, and finally it outweighs his pride. with a grunt, he approaches her slowly, dragging himself into the small circle of light where she waits with her cloth and her terrifyingly open heart. "fine," he extends his arm with a grimace. the gash along his forearm was weeping a sluggish crimson. souvenir from a ministry blade. "mend it, then, if your conscience demands the burden. but be quick, i have no desire to see what happens when your father finds a wolf in his attic."

he moved closer, the movement drawing a sharp hiss of pain from his lungs. "i am lee seung-cheol. no clan, no house, and currently, no luck. and... does the girl who plays with treason have a name to match?"

[hdmiru]

was she being naive? perhaps. but she's been judged by far too many people in the neighborhood without being given a chance to explain herself, so she's always been a believer in giving people a chance. plus, he said so himself. he needed to get away, right? that meant that there was a high chance he wouldn't harm her. the last thing anybody needs right now is a dead body.

when he gets closer, she gently starts wrapping up his gash, trying her best to make sure it doesn't do any more harm. mihyang's been taught the basics from the mother, and she's treated many wounded scholars before, but the scale of his cut was a lot more grandiose than she's ever experienced. just what on earth had he been fighting?

"i'm mihyang," she offers with another gentle smile. "won mihyang," she adds, wondering if the clan name offers any more information. "i don't think i've ever seen you around." the best she could probably do is stop talking, but something about seungcheol sparks her curiosity. "or perhaps you've done a very nice job of hiding so far."

[lesserafimsta]

KAZUHA FOR VIDIVICI

[hdyeonseok]

in the eldest won’s inability to pass his civil service exams, there is a peculiar sort of poetry: that, as the world continues to turn— as matches are made and marriages arranged, as plum blossoms bloom even in the morning frost of early spring— it is, perhaps, one of life’s greatest comforts to hold fast to the belief that some things never change. yeonseong has spent years like this. sitting on his knees, across from mihyang. listening to the gentle soothe of her voice and enjoying the calm of her company. even if he finds himself standing at the edge of a precipice now, preparing to refashion the very course of his life, he suspects that all things meant to remain with him will remain. and he is almost certain that his friendship with mihyang will endure.

leaning in conspiratorially, he lowers his voice to whisper back: “i don’t mean to alarm you, but officer jeong of the investigation bureau passed the second stage of his examinations at age 63. if your brother is hoping to match that pace, he still has decades of studying to undergo.” his eyes crinkle into crescents. expression blithe and teasing, before it ultimately softens at the edges. “but i doubt his situation will be so dire— your brother has mine, and mine has managed a place in the royal academy. they will reunite there. and then?” he purses his lips, thoughtfully. “then, what of you and i? what excuse will i have to come visit you in the future? your intellectual capabilities are far better spent pondering questions such as these.”

[hdmiru]

to an extent, mihyang did feel some pity for her brother. it was quite clear since he was born that he was never actually meant to continue the long line of won's in the academic field. he wasn't the brightest child, and it seems he never grew to be much smarter. if she wasn't a female, it's obvious that her parents would've chosen her to take the civil service exam, but that simply wasn't permitted. not now, at least.

she let out a sigh before looking down at the fan that is now in her lap. "the gates to our home are always open. you know that," she gently states, making it almost sound like a reminder that he could come visit whenever he wanted to. "and i don't mean to sound so rude, but i don't believe your brother will be passing any time soon either." mihyang lets it slip in a whisper, afraid that somebody would overhear them over the gates. "we shall have more than enough time with one another, don't you think? though, i do hope that they both do much better this time around."

[hdsakura]

"miru-san."

sakura, a soft balloon finding somewhere safe to land, reaches her groupmate. japanese comes to her without resistance, settling on her tongue in relief. she doesn't have to measure herself, she doesn't have to pause and rearrange the sentence in her head before letting words fly. "…i'm sorry," she adds while her fingers fold into each other, careful, quiet. "i think i might be a little slow today." she uses a tiny pause to search, gently, for how to sound less like uncertain... she doesn't quite find it.

"there's… a lot of people," she tries again, somehow even softer, "and i don't really know where to look yet." the sentence feels incomplete, but also the closest she can get. the sleeve of her robe slips, brushing past her wrist. she fixes it instinctively, smoothing the fabric back into place, and then stops again, almost immediately, stares like she's aware of the movement only after it's done.

another breath, slower this time.

"but i'll follow your lead," sakura says, and she leans towards trust without naming realizing, too. simple and true. and miru is so cool… even back home, people talked about her debut in girlnextdoor like it was something everyone was supposed to already know. standing next to her, sakura feels small. her eyes drift again after, uncertain where they should rest, she thinks there are too many right answers and she doesn't know which one belongs to her? "…if that's okay."

✿ ˚₊ (2015) AKB48 "sakura no hanabiratachi" ♡ ˖⁺ @hdmiru

[hdmiru]

for a moment, miru wondered just how many girls could promote at once. was there a record for that? eight didn't seem like a handful for now, but the pressure to be a good leader increased with every member that got added.

she's seen sakura around before her debut. there was something a little too soft about her that made miru feel both frustrated and protective. miru recalls how there were days when she might've been kind of harsh on the fellow japanese member, but it seems to have all been worth it considering they've debuted in the same group.

"you'll get used to it," she muttered as the stylist made some finishing touches on her makeup. they had been selected for a shoot together, and miru could feel the intense stare from sakura as they were getting ready. makes sense, really, considering it's her first shoot and all. "just make sure to greet everybody. first impressions always matter."

letting out a soft breath, she does her best to remember how she felt during her first schedule. it was nerve-wracking, for sure, so miru didn't want to be too harsh on sakura. not today, at least. "they'll most likely have reference photos for us to follow, but if you get lost, just ask me, yeah?" that's what a leader was for, wasn't it?

[hdseungho]

seungcheol adjusted the brass hand-warmer at his belt. inside, the dokkaebi was laughing maniacally, and that felt like needles under his ribs. 'she's pretty,' the spirit's voice slithered through his mind like spilled ink. 'ask her for her jewelry. or her soul... whichever is heavier.' he ignored the ghost, his gaze narrowing as he looked at the woman who had just gambled her family's reputation on a whim. he was grateful, in the way a trapped stray dog is grateful for a momentarily open cage, should he make a run for the hills? but the gratitude was thick coating of grimy cynicism.

he finally laughed. he was unaccustomed to the delicate honorifics of a house like this. "you've been 'involved' since the moment your father or husband decided a lock was an optional decoration for a front door, my lady." he bowed. seunghcheol usually did not waste motion on grace, but something in him told him to.

"those men at your gate aren't looking for a thief. partly. they're looking for a scapegoat to pin a century of administrative failure on, and i happen to be very, very good at looking guilty." his gaze averted vaguely toward the open lattice window, where the scent of plum blossoms was trying (and failing) to mask the metallic tang of his own desperation.

"yet you lied for me. in hanyang, a lie for a stranger is a debt well-earned... does fate tempt you, too?" he didn't wait for her answer. instead, he pulled a small, blood-smudged ivory seal from his sleeve and rolled it between his fingers—the very thing the guards were likely bleeding the streets to find. "because a pure heart is just a larger target for a knife and i need this scroll to start a new life, elsewhere... how should we mend this?"

[hdmiru]

the gates to the won's was always open but mostly because they sometimes had scholars wanting answers to their questions or potential testers who needed a helping hand as they couldn't risk failing the exam once more. mihyang thinks this is the first time she's helped a runaway—or so she assumes that's what he is.

with a gulp, she wonders what she got herself into for a moment. she's always been an advocate for not judging anybody until she's had a moment to speak to them, but she couldn't deny that she was a bit scared of what may happen.

"the doors to our home are always open. my father's rules," she explains with another gentle smile, hoping that it calms him down if he was planning on harming her in any way. mihyang glanced down at the seal that slipped from his sleeve. was that blood? what exactly has she gotten herself into?

thinking fast, she cleared her throat before looking around the room for some cloth. "is that your blood? i'll patch you up and then you can get going, sir. i believe by now the men should have made their way into the town square." her brother and father were away, but she wasn't sure when they'd be back, and this was a rather sticky situation she didn't want to get caught in.

[hdharu]

"it  won't  work  out."  haru's  response  was  swift,  an  immediate  and  clinical  execution  of  the  lingering  silence  the  exact  moment  miru's  sentence  trailed  off.

because  how  could  it?  haru  would  have  paid  a  premium  to  be  a  fly  on  the  wall  during  the  executive  meetings,  if  only  to  scrutinise  the  statistical  anomalies  and  projected  metrics  they  had  equipped  themselves  with  to  justify  such  a  glaringly  futile  venture.  clearly  some  of  it  landed,  but  haru  remained  thoroughly  unconvinced,  regardless  of  whether  he  were  given  the  opportunity  to  eavesdrop.

he  swallowed  the  bite  of  food  he  had  taken  and  washed  it  down  with  a  measured  sip  of  water  before  he  elaborated.  "there's  only  been  one  co-ed  group  that  achieved  relative  success,  but  even  that  wasn't  industry-shaking  enough  to  establish  a  viable  trend.  i  don't  know  what  makes  them  so  confident  they'll  be  the  ones  to  finally  make  it  work."

objectively,  he  knew  that  he  was  hyper-fixating  on  the  logistical  impossibilities  and  market  data—a  subconscious  reflex  to  distract  himself  from  the  anxiety  he  felt  towards  the  project.  nevertheless,  exposure  was  still  exposure.  if  the  group  turned  out  to  be  a  flop,  haru  assumed  the  failure  would  do  little  to  tarnish  his  image  beyond  repair,  remaining  no  more  than  a  blip  in  his  career.  it  was  the  sheer  financial  toll  that  the  agency  would  suffer,  if  this  was  anything  short  of  a  success,  that  was  more  concerning.

he  set  his  chopsticks  down  together  with  his  bowl  of  rice,  and  a  faint,  uncharacteristic  furrow  appeared  between  his  brows.  "i  can't  imagine  sena-sama  endorsing  this,"  he  murmured,  his  tone  laced  with  a  quiet,  analytical  disbelief.  "in  fact,  i  can't  imagine  anyone  being  fully  on  board  with  it.  what  could  they  possibly  be  thinking?"

[hdmiru]

while miru was skeptic about the whole idea, she wasn't as nearly so pessimistic about it as haru. she was rather taken back by his words, and she found herself simply nodding along. "well, they do always seem pretty confident about their ideas." she doesn't dare talk about how varsity didn't do nearly as well as girl next door did, though it's proof that not everything the company executes always ends up being successful.

"my guess is they want to be the ones to create something that shakes up the industry," she states with a scrunch of her nose. miru doesn't know how to feel about the fact that they're literally being treated like guinea pigs for whatever grandiose idea hydra has. it's not like she has much of a choice, anyway.

letting out a sigh, she simply brushes a hand through her hair in slight frustration. "kind of funny how they presented it like we had a choice, too. when do we really have a choice, right?" it's mostly said in a whisper as she doesn't want anybody to overhear their real thoughts on the matter.

"anyway, i've already agreed to it so might as well just hope that the song isn't too bad. the a&r team here doesn't suck too much." she shrugs because at least this part is true. miru's enjoyed every song she's had to perform so far, so her fingers are crossed that she could continue to say that even with the debut of this co-ed group.

[hdmiru]

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓, @hdseungho

the door to the won's house was always pretty wide open. something about how they had to be welcoming to everybody were her father's words, but she just thinks it's becaus they can't seem to say "no" to anybody. need a place to rest? they'll let you sleep for a night. need some food? here's some tteok.

did mihyang love it? not really, but it's not like she had any say in what goes on in the won household.

despite all that, however, this is a new experience for herself. when she heard a slight rustle toward the attic of her home, mihyang thought it was probably a bird building a nest or a stray cat. what she didn't expect to find was a person. she thinks she's seen him around town before, but she can't put a name to the face.

she doesn't even get the time to think either because there's ruckus toward the gates of her home. she looks down and signals for him to stay quiet before heading out. "what may i do for you?" she offers them her warm smile as they explain that they're chasing a thief. ran off with something of value—the words are muffled in her ears as all she can think about is that there's a very high chance the man in her attic is very much this so-called thief.

"i haven't seen anybody like that around here. i suggest you try looking around the square? there are many paths with dead-ends," she suggests. a sigh of relief leaves her lips as she watches them walk away from her home.

when she gets back to her attic, she's actually surprised to see him still there. mihyang would have thought he would've tried to run away once more and go hide somewhere else. "they're gone, but, sir, please don't tell me that i've gotten involved in something that'll put me in danger."

[hdmiru]

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓, @hdyeonseok

turning away from seeing her brother and yeonseong's, mihyang can't stop the sigh from leaving her lips. this was what? her brother's third attempt at the civil service exam? at this point, she thinks it'd be quicker for her to disguise herself as her brother and pass the test for him. though, that would be a disservice to whatever role they put him in if he were to pass.

"do you think they do better when they're studying together, or should they be separated?" she whispers to yeonseong with a slight chuckle hidden in her voice. yeonseong's brother wasn't the first person to come over to the won's to get help with his studying. with her family's reputation, there was always someone knocking at their door, begging for their help.

while her and yeonseong's brother were stuck getting lessons, she was given the lovely task as acting as babysitter for yeonseong. and she means it when she says lovely because one, he's great company, and two, with him around, her family has started nagging a lot less about her marriage.

mihyang's marriage was a hot topic for everybody, but that doesn't mean she wants to keep hearing about it. because her family cares so much about the judgment of others, they were pretty silent with company around. "i don't know when my parents will realize that, at this point, my brother will never pass."

[hdmiru]

* ∙ ✰ ◞ ⤫ ( 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒔 ) miru agrees to sign onto the co-ed group project / 300 words.

miru doesn't love the idea.

no, on second thought, that's quite an understatement. she thinks it's risky, and that hyrda is pushing with an idea that won't work. nevertheless, ever since she had her mind on being an idol, miru was aware that she didn't have much of a choice.

despite what the company says about artistic freedom and being given the chance not to sign this contract, a part of her knows deep down that if she says no now, there's a high chance they won't consider her for future projects—whatever they may be.

without much consideration, she signs the contract. while she was always told to be careful of what she signed, she liked to believe that every opportunity would be a good one. she's not sure what this co-ed project will provide for her, but it'll be another point of exposure. that couldn't be too bad, could it?

and who knows? maybe she'll find it fun at the end of the day. maybe. the members seemed like fun. almost an avengers-like line up, if you asked her. naimei and chaeyeon. probably the best choices for a group like this with how versatile they were. she'll probably be the medium in between, offering a sort of softness compared to their powerful presence.

miru looks up at her manager sitting in front of her before handing over the brown envelope with her signed contract, offering him a soft smile to assure him that she's on board with whatever hydra has in mind for her. in other words, she'll be their obedient little puppy as long as they keep her mind for whatever projects they'll hold in the future.

because the last thing an idol needs is to be forgotten, and miru does not want that happening to her.