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hello! val again, who’s writing for yuchan @mymontage and seowon @virtuepoint presenting to you 3/3: kang saebi, nymth’s blue & maknae, who just has this jennysaykwa about her… like this post to plot, and i’ll send you a message! ims and discord are both ok! btw this acc is a sideblog along w seowon’s!!

her parents are well off, and saebi’s been enrolled into ballet lessons since she’s learned how to walk. not royal school of ballet level tho, just. ballerina!

and as far as ur concerned, saebi is literally just a normal girl! she has a close group of friends, she does okay in her classes, she’s happy and bright and normal. was really interested in the humanities, but also wants to make money. her ballet classes was just something she had to go to every wednesday, and it’s just a hobby!

it’s in eleventh grade when her group of friends are lockin in on their future, and saebi doesn’t know what to do. she wishes that she could just live in these teenage years forever, but that’s not possible. saebi falls back into dancing.

contemporary dance classes are added to her usual ballet classes. she’s good at dancing, and she’s gonna do something about it. saebi auditions to ninety9 creative and kevin yoon thinks that her vocal colors are interesting enough, and her voice cracks isn’t something that can’t be fixed with a couple years of training.

everything is fixed and soon enough she’s debuting! it’s going great and then it’s not, and she didn’t know that nymth was going to be in the trenches for a long while.

i think bc of that she’s rly childish now and fits the maknae thing rly well. saebi grew up in the industry, basically, so she didn’t get to Live her Life. she’s sensitive and teasing and wants to be perceived as a good time. idk if yall have seen bottoms but she reminds me a lot of pj. female greg heffleys. self righteous and defensive and quick w her emotions.

wcs

yapperssss… she’s rly chatty and easygoing, so when u match her freak regarding that, it’s like playing ping pong. just going back and forth and back and forth and people are like what?

on the contrary, ppl who find her annoying!! maybe they’re rly mature and their personalities are so opposing so whenever u talk to her, ur like… wtf is this girl fucking on

ninety9 creative friends/family/cousin twice removed. i’d really like mentor figures n sibling figures bc she’s an only child. ppl who danced w her in the ninety9 studio until now on the ninety9 floor of the midas building. helped her out with choreographing and gives her honest feedback, even if she’s gonna be sulky about it for 5 secs.

always has sweets on her, so when she sees u look a little pale, she hands u a lollipop.

misunderstandings/miscommunication plots i think would work rly well for her bc she’s so quick to her emotions and acts so brashly out of it. let’s brainstorm n discuss tgt…

if there are any other ballet dancers in this joint, hmu. i rly feel like she’s gonna lose these roots bc she’s doing idol dancing now, so she needs friends to help her hone these skills! it can go both ways, too!

#midas:intro #when i’m in the silly rabbit competition n i see saebi pull up #pls plot w my daughter.

which choreography did you enjoy coming up with the most? it's like everything you touch turns to gold...

saebi: i’ve got the MIDAS touch ig……

saebi: see what i did there. midas labels. midas touch. get it. did u laugh

saebi: my favorite choreography ever is wow but from dall it’s sparkle!!!!! hehehehhe

#MEME.#midas:meme002 #honeyhues

hi guys its val again... pls vote to save my life and if u want to dm to yap abt this pls do......

PLACES TO BE with @ofpearls

It’s 2AM and Saebi’s wearing her crocs and Chanmi’s hoodie in the hallway. She snuck out of her hotel room, telling herself that it’ll be a quick run to get takeaway from the restaurant that’s near the hotel they’re staying at. In and out, not longer than thirty minutes. No witnesses.

She’s almost at the elevator, but then a door to one of the rooms open right in front of her. Saebi stops for a second to recognize the girl as Seo Areum, and she lets out a breath. Of course it is. Why wouldn’t Seo Areum, the nation’s first love, be looking like an indie film version of a haunting right now?

Saebi’s immediate instinct is to run away. While she knows of her senior, she doesn’t know her, apart from the songs she sings and the image she holds. And yeah, Saebi’ll admit that she’s heard things around the company building. Areum’s described as a perfectionist. The type who sends back her own vocal mixes. Who analyzes her lyrics so she can sing it with exact emotion. Who reminds Saebi of the captain in her high school’s debate club, who ruined her life with one sentence. So if Areum’s the kind of girl who would snitch, Saebi’s the kind of girl who gets snitched on. It’s a dynamic.

She doesn’t run, though. Instead, she does a 90-degree bow, puts on her cutest smile, like a junior who wants to be doted on. “Sunbaenim,” Saebi tilts her head, dragging the last letter. “Where are you going out so late?”

#THREAD.#PLACES TO BE.#ofpearls #midas spring fling

midasfm

hi, idols! as an apology for the pause in operations on the main and the lack of monthly schedules, we come bearing gifts... an ask meme! this isn't the honesty hour that was mentioned a while back (as that will be used as part of our next event), but we think it'll still be lots of fun. check under the cut for all the details!

#MEME.#ask saebi anyth #she’s my most open muse this wll be fun for her.

I SEE STARS with @kissedprint

Mean Girls, 2004. Cady Heron wins Spring Fling Queen and makes peace with the entire school population, including the Plastics. Saebi was thirteen when she’d first watched the movie with her group of friends from school, and has now come to associate the season with the movie’s resolution. She feels a lot like Cady now– if she was at Lotte World with Hyein’s hand in hers instead of prom.

Unable to enter anywhere without thoroughly engaging with it, Saebi lets go of her leader’s hand to offer her a bite of the churro that she’d bought. A pink balloon is tied around her wrist, and it’s up high in the air when she points to one of the rides in front of the two.

“Gyro Drop,” Saebi reads out the letters printed on the tower. “Should we go ride that, unnie? It’s been a while since we went to a theme park together, and I don’t think we went on, like… thrill rides then.” She leans into Hyein a bit, a spark of mirth twinkling in her eyes coupled with a bright smile. It’s easy for this side of her to come out around Nymth members, and while it’s blended relatively naturally into her other relationships, it’s more real around them, actually growing up in her group and all. Saebi doesn’t feel childish. She just feels like a sister.

#THREAD.#I SEE STARS.#kissedprint #midas spring fling

hi! i’d like some threads for saebi! please like this for a starter (i’ll get one up if we’ve plotted enough but if not, i’ll send u a dm to plot!!!), or reply to this with a prompt and i’ll write us a quick starter!!! 💙

nocelestialz

it suddenly becomes so much easier to breathe now that she's out here with saebi. jiho's never been one to party to begin with and after what she just experienced, she's not interested in starting either. the area was so cramped and the music was so loud that she can still hear the bass beating in her ears.

"but what if i like the kid's table?" she stated with a slight pout. it's true. she quite enjoys staying out of peoples' radars. it keeps her life more simple and safe. if she fails to exist in their minds then they won't come up with ridiculous rumors about her. sure, it may sound cowardly, especially for an idol, but it's the defense mechanism she's decided to take on after the massive hate train her group encountered so early in their career.

jiho can't help but chuckle at saebi's compliment because it almost makes her feel like a puppy. all of the other's words could be wrapped up into a good girl. it makes her feel better, nevertheless, and that becomes evident from the smile that spreads across her face. "a little nerve-wracking, but everybody was nice while rehearsing. i just followed along, really." she doesn't think it was the best song to show off her dance skills, but she'll take it.

"and if you get caught in a scandal while i'm chilling at home? it'll end up being my responsibility, miss!" she shakes her head firmly before reaching over to pinch the other's cheek teasingly. "let's do a few more laps around this place and then head back in, so we can go home with our respective members."

jennysaykwa

“You cannot,” Saebi says, head shaking so quickly in faux disapproval that it almost makes her look like those bobblehead figures. They’ve had conversations like this before. Saebi’s gotten used to hearing things in this sort of tone from Jiho in recent years– conversations and attitudes shifting from naive blind faith to something a little more grounded, which Saebi will never blame Jiho for. She knows that it’s a combination of simply just growing older and facing a much less pretty reality. Saebi’s just grateful that Jiho still sticks with her and all of the optimism she preaches, even if she doesn’t quite believe in it. “Plus, even in the unit stage that they forced you in, aren’t you glad that you know more people closely now?”

Saebi’s still facing Jiho, and the smile that she sees across the other’s face makes her smile, too. She unlinks their arms just so that she can pat Jiho on the back. “That’s good. You know, you’re with seniors so I think letting them take the lead while you just follow along is good. I’m glad that it wasn’t, like, awkward or anything.” She stops patting Jiho’s back, and then chooses to overshare. “I literally felt like a drill sergeant in mine, Jiho. Like, you don’t understand. I’m sure Heejin hates me and the song now.” A smile’s on Saebi’s face, and she’s sure that Jiho can tell that this is another one of her exaggerations.

She thinks about a scandal, and she lets out a laugh. “Wait, okay, if I get caught into that, what do you think the headline would be? Kang Saebi… running away… from the Midas afterparty…” Saebi listens to Jiho, though, and she links their arms together again. They’ve walked a fair distance now, so Saebi makes a turn, and they’re faced with the more muted, yet still flashy lights from Decibel.

#THREAD.#UNTITLED.#nocelestialz #midasfamilyconcert #yes the concert was in february yes its march 14 as i type this

rosesblve

tell me [it’s over soon] with @jennysaykwa

the first few beats of tell me echo through the practice room speakers again—slower, more mellowed than the original. the kind of remix that crawls when you’re expecting it to sprint. heejin tries not to groan aloud. instead, she settles for collapsing onto the floor with an overly dramatic sigh, arms flopping at her sides like she’s just run a marathon.

"saebi," she calls out, turning her head to glance at her friend. "be honest. do you think they slowed this song down on purpose just to punish us?"

there’s no real frustration in her tone—only playful exhaustion. saebi, with her drill-sergeant approach to practice, has been the only reason heejin hasn’t fully lost her mind during rehearsals. but now, after hours of running the same section over and over, her limbs feel like jelly, and the slower tempo feels like a taunt.

"if i mess up the choreo one more time because my brain is stuck on the original speed, i’m filing an official complaint. with who? i don’t know. but it’ll be official."

she glances at saebi with a grin, brushing sweat-damp hair from her face. “actually, scratch that—you can drag me to file the complaint after you run the entire practice room like the navy again. i swear you’re stricter than some of the choreographers.”

with a stretch of her arms above her head, she leans back, tapping her fingers against the floor. "you know what would really hit right now? a convenience store run. iced tea, triangle kimbap... maybe some honey butter chips? we deserve it after this."

she nudges saebi’s leg with her foot, raising an eyebrow. "but only if you promise you won’t make me run through the chorus again after we eat. deal?"

jennysaykwa

Saebi’s seriously gonna flip the fuck out if they mess this part up one more time because of this damn remix.

She takes a deep breath, staring at herself in the mirror. Okay. That’s an exaggeration. She’s aware that it’s a lot different from the original, probably to mix things up. It just leads to the unit members (including her) to fuck up the dance more than expected during the rehearsals despite the fact that they’re all pretty familiar with the original choreography. Saebi hears somebody collapse to the floor next to her, though, and she feels herself giggle as she turns around to see that it’s Heejin.

They’ve grown close, the two, bonding over their similar personalities when they went to international school together and eventually Jiho. Saebi lets herself sit down to on the floor, too, beads of sweat on her forehead. “You think they’re cruel enough to do that? Like, I don’t have anything to be punished for. I’ve literally been on my best behavior. Maybe it’s just you they’re punishing,” She responds, a smile forming on her lips. “And I’m just unfortunate enough to be stuck here.”

A gasp leaves Saebi’s lips, feigning offence when Heejin playfully calls out her attitude when it comes to their practice sessions. “Excuse you! It’s a crime to be dedicated, suddenly?” She shakes her head. “I’ll drag you, though. I have my complaints, too.”

The mention of a convenience store run catches her attention, distracted from everything she’s complained about before. “Wait, seriously? Should we go right now? We’re literally telepathic because I’ve been craving those, like… you don’t even understand.” She ends up laughing at Heejin and tilting her head to the side soon enough, though. “I make you run through the chorus again because I love you and because I want us to do well.” It’s clearly said to butter Heejin up, sheepish. Saebi stands up, offering an arm to pull the other up from the floor. “But… fine. Let’s go.”

#THREAD.#TELL ME (IT’S OVER SOON).#rosesblve #midasfamilyconcert #thank u so much for the starter and sorry for taking so long omfg…

nocelestialz

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, @jennysaykwa

jiho has made it to the after party mostly to be polite toward the senior who was hosting it, but she didn't have plans to stay for long. surely they'll believe her when she says she still has somewhat of a curfew because she's a rookie. it doesn't sound too unbelievable, right? midas music is known to keep their idols on a tight leash, anyway.

the idea of being able to leave in a couple of hours doesn't stop her from feeling overwhelmed, however, and she finds herself in need of some fresh air. they weren't kidding when they mentioned tight security because it took some convincing for her to finally step out of the building for a few second with saebi—thank god for her existence in this moment—by her side. when saebi had caught her in her own little corner, she suggested they take a walk together and jiho couldn't say yes any faster.

"i'd understand if they were doing their best to ensure nobody got in, but why are they working so hard to stop us from leaving?" it came out sounding more like a whine than an actual question as jiho let out a sigh and linked her arm with saebi's.

saebi was one of the few people that jiho knew even before she got into midas music. mutual acquaintances with the way they were both involved in singing and dancing before becoming trainees, and she was a rock when jiho was participating in produce 48. whenever they interact in public, she's also the person that people claim bring out the real jiho, whatever that may be, when in reality, she just feels like she's sixteen again when she's with the nymth member.

"it was getting too loud in there. i needed the fresh air," she exclaimed before taking in a deep breath to prove her point. the family concert had been exciting, and it was nice to perform without much thoughts, but the party was proving to be more intense than she expected. "i'd love to go home just about now."

jennysaykwa

Saebi, once separated from the other Nymth girls at the party, had plans to just yield her time entirely to the purgatory of drinks that she doesn’t know the name of and questionable faces until she noticed one– Jiho’s, even when the after-party is neon-colored and dim. She looks at the girl under this light, and she’s reminded a little bit of a stray cat. It doesn’t matter if she’s a wolf now. To be fair, though, Saebi’s sure she’s had that thought since forever: she remembers being surrounded by mutual friends in their dance class, her first words to Jiho being something about her looking like a black cat. Saebi’s proven right, again!

With an extended arm and her most dimpled smile, she offers to take Jiho on a walk around the area outside the venue. It’s natural. They’re somewhat like childhood friends, because Saebi considers everything that came before her debut as such. She guesses that they’re cut out from the same cloth.

Jiho’s arm is linked with hers, and Saebi almost starts skipping when they’re finally let out. “Because it’s supposed to be a family bonding thing, obviously? Go socialize with your cousins. Like, you need to leave the kid’s table, Jiho.” she replies, dragged out and playful. “You did soooo good today, by the way. I think you already left the kid’s table because you performed in a unit with the sunbaes and everything. How was it?”

Again, cut out from the same cloth. Through all of their misfortunes within this industry, Saebi’s kinda certain that they’re meant to be center stage.

“Do you, now?” Saebi teases when Jiho mentions wanting to go home. As if she couldn’t tell. “Are your dorms a walking distance? We can, like, hitchhike. Tell your members that you’ll see them at home.” She continues, exaggerated. “And then I’ll walk back to that nightclub alone when I send you back there. Seriously, don’t worry about me.” Saebi exaggerates, turning around to face Jiho with a pout on her lips.

#THREAD.#UNTITLED.#nocelestialz #midasfamilyconcert

dxjunyoung

spot! – starter for @jennysaykwa

a hot burning taste – his tongue feels as though it's on fire, his head barely making any sense. he wants to say something, but with every word that attempts to leave his lips, he feels a forceful choke in his throat; something akin to spit.

"saebi..." he says, and he can barely make out his own words. he reaches out for the glass of water, and without much thought chugs it. it takes him about a good few seconds to finally calm down, and only then does he realize that he's tearing up.

he's tearing up in the middle of a restaurant while eating malatang with a friend. when saebi had told him that she enjoyed spicy food, jun had at the very least thought it was a normal humanely amount of spicy. not. this. whatever this is. this sensation on his tongue.

"i think i peeled off a layer of skin," he sticks his tongue out for dramatic effect, and has to take a piece of tissue – afraid that his nose might get watery and run. "when you said you were craving hot food, i didn't think it would kill me," he continues, before he moves to take a bite from his non-spicy-normal-tasting-fries. "we were supposed to catch up, but i can barely talk now!" which is a lie. really. because jun can talk just enough to complain about the spice to saebi. he's always enjoyed this though, being a little bit more than dramatic around her. it's funny.

he stretches his neck, and is about to order something light ( and not as stress inducing ) for himself, when he spots a couple of eyes glancing over his way. oh no – oh shit. quickly, he diverts his gaze away, but he can't unsee it now. a group of girls huddled together at another table, staring at both him and saebi. shit. a sodapop member caught in a restaurant with a girl.

"saebi," he says, fixing his cap in order to cover himself a little bit more. "i think we've been spotted."

jennysaykwa

“God. This malatang place is no joke, seriously. It’s the best one near the company building. You can trust me on this, Jun, like, I might seem like a liar but I actually went on a Naver Maps search and tried all of the malatang places near here, but this place actually tastes the best. I’m excited for you to try it.”

Saebi’s been talking her head off, taking pictures of the bowl that’s been served to her on her phone, only to be met with the sound of silence– the first red flag that she should’ve taken note of. Jun and Saebi keep up with each other when they talk most of the time, which makes this very strange.

Red flag number two: the sound of Jun sucking his breath in, which actually makes Saebi look back up at him and… what the hell? His face is red. She can’t tell if he’s actually crying or if it’s just sweat. “Dude,” Saebi’s speechless, and laughter is stuck in her throat. Honest to God, she can’t tell if it’s appropriate for her to laugh. She’s a little lost. Did Jun get his heart broken, or is it because of the level four spice she’s ordered for him?

Jun sticks his tongue out, and she almost lets out a sigh of relief. Everything’s fine, she thinks, as she watches him gulp down water, back to his usual dramatics. “I think it’s fine if you peel off a layer of skin, actually. Like, skincare. Let’s say goodbye to microneedle pimple patches and hello to malatang.” Saebi jokes pointedly, pulling some tissues from the tissue box next to them to throw at him. It’s to help Jun wipe his face, mostly, but she also appreciates the added element of it– an imitation of her throwing tomatoes at him. “You’ll live! You know, I’m helping you build up your spice tolerance. What if you have to eat spicy food for your next gig? I don’t want you to embarrass yourself! You never know!”

Saebi’s worst fear is taking somebody to her favorite restaurant only for them to think that the food tastes terrible. She’d probably just die on the spot out of like, embarrassment. An emotional death, as Sims 4 calls it. When Saebi envisions her death, she pictures herself surrounded by grandchildren, and a tender lover by her side. I think we’ve been spotted, Jun says, and Saebi comes back to reality. Okay. Everything is not fine. She’ll probably just get crucified by Jun’s fans in a couple of hours if she doesn’t hide.

Saebi sinks in her seat. She watches Jun fix his cap, and she pulls down hers so it’s covering her eyes. Saebi is very aware of how this looks: a Sodapop member with a girl, first of all, but he’s crying, too? “Should we… run?” she proposes. “We barely ate, but like… I don’t think they got any pictures yet. Or you can like, camouflage into the environment. Maybe it’ll look worse if we run, I don’t know. God. Let’s come up with a plan.”

#THREAD.#SPOT!#junjulys #thank u for the starterrrrr… ME N SAEBI LOVES UR LOSER ASS JUN.#plz don’t match length… unless

KEEPING TABS with @lieshe

Saebi’s coming out as a serial #KANGSAEBI hashtag tracker, and the general consensus is that her and Lena make a pretty good duo.

Lena and Saebi, Saebi and Lena. Two girls with quirky personalities. Masters of Konglish who seem to bounce off each other when it comes to jokes. Saebi, who makes Lena dote on her like an older sister does. They’ve just started shooting this variety show thing together, and they’re on the same team for games-and-stuff. Obviously, netizens have taken note of this, which just makes Saebi even more enthusiastic to add Lena to her long list of older sister figures.

But then they aren’t on camera, and it’s just the two of them. It’s during scenarios like these that made Saebi realize that their whole dynamic becomes a lot more watered down. It’s hard to figure out, because Lena’s not exactly reserved, nor is she cold. She’s just a little… tense, for lack of a better word. Saebi’s been trying to coax the “real” Lena to come out, tries to make her comfortable, but it doesn’t end up working.

So, Saebi thinks: there’s something seriously up with this girl.

She just doesn’t know what it is. Sure, she knows that idol images are a thing. The Sodapop boys are basically the definition, and she’s close enough with most of them to see how they shift under the boyfriend image that YDH has them under. Hell, even her own personality is amped up for the cameras. It’s something handcrafted, something to make them a little more relatable, a little more likeable– but she looks Lena and doesn’t think that this idol image thing applies to her.

Which naturally just makes Saebi come to the conclusion that she said something wrong. That, or Lena just doesn’t like her. And why the hell would it be the latter?

They’re in one of these situations now, seated in a mirror room and fixing their faces. Saebi, confrontational as always, plays with the pleats of her skirt as she decides how she should say it out loud. “Unnie,” she finally settles on, dragging out the word. “There’s something wrong with you. Like, I don’t know what it is. Your vibes are, like, off whenever we’re not filming. Is something wrong? Did I say something, maybe? Or is it just, like… you?”

#THREAD.#KEEPING TABS.#lieshe #lmk if i need to change anything!

midasfm

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orchidstains

with @jennysaykwa

the neon lights flickered softly as the final note of the song faded, leaving a momentary silence in the small room. chanmi let out an exaggerated, breathless sigh, lowering the microphone with dramatic flair as if she’d just wrapped up the performance of a lifetime. “and that’s how you do it,” she declared with a bright grin, plopping onto the couch and letting her head fall back against the cushions. her cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven, but the thrill of singing still danced in her veins, energizing her.

she reached for a water bottle as her gaze flicked to the blinking karaoke screen. it lingered there for a moment before shifting to her companion, her smile widening. “well?” she asked, leaning forward slightly full of expectation. “how did i do? i have a grammy-winning voice, right? be honest, but not too honest,” she added with a playful tilt of her head. despite the teasing lilt in her words, the glint of pride in her eyes made it obvious she was fishing for compliments. chanmi tilted the bottle toward saebi, offering it as though saebi had been the one to pour their heart into the song.

“you’re good, right? comfortable? do you need anything?” she asked softly, her playful tone melting into something warmer, almost maternal. it always came naturally to her, this instinct to look after saebi. there were so many parallels between her younger sister and saebi, and for years their sibling-like dynamic had made it second nature for chanmi to fuss over her. her brow furrowed slightly as she leaned closer, her focus entirely on her companion. all of her logic seemed to vanish when saebi was involved; everything else could wait until she was sure saebi was happy and didn’t need a thing.

chanmi's fingers idly tapped against the water bottle in her lap, though her gaze never left saebi. “you’ve got that look,” she said after a beat, her tone light but curious. “like you’re about to tease me and i want to say, ‘don’t even think about it,’ but who am i kidding? i couldn’t stop you if i tried.” she let out a small laugh, her smile softening as her words trailed off. “unless... i’m wrong and that’s not what that look is, but i really doubt my sae-bility is broken.”

she shifted the bottle in her hand, pressing it closer with a small, encouraging smile. “here,” she said, her voice gentle but insistent. “drink some before it’s your turn. need to keep those vocal cords in top shape. or...” her lips curled into a mischievous grin as her playful energy returned. “we could take a break first. catch our breath. but either way, you’re definitely singing something before we leave. i’m owed my duet.”

jennysaykwa

Maybe Saebi didn’t sing her lungs out, but she’s pretty tired, too. She’s been Chanmi’s hype girl for her past song, adding in all adlibs, going all out on her attempts to harmonize, cheering for the other girl and occasionally even shaking the tambourine that’s been catching dust in the room of the noraebang. She falls back onto the couch as Chanmi does, letting out a breathy giggle when she sees the other’s bright grin.

Saebi thinks that she’s just Chanmi’s hype girl in general, though. A reason that Saebi started inviting (forcing?) Chanmi out to go to karaoke places with her is because she just really likes hearing her sing. It’s a little hard to, these days, with how busy Chanmi seems to be with schedules and acting and everything, but Saebi will take what she can and consider this as a win. This noraebang thing has gotten to a routine, where she’ll let Chanmi drag her out, too. Even if she’s pretending to be sulky or lazy, she can’t fight a High School Musical song that they’ll end up duetting anyways, so…

“Yeah, unnie, you sounded great!” Saebi responds, a little over the top to the point you’d question her sincerity– but she means it! She nods enthusiastically as she says her words, eyes squinted and a mischievous smile on her lips. “Multiple grammys, I think. My main pop girl.”

And suddenly Chanmi’s voice turns soft again. Saebi knows this version of Chanmi all too well: warm and doting and adoring. She’s pretty sure Chanmi knows the version of her that she’s about to slip in pretty well, too. Maknae-Saebi isn’t a particular idol image, though, just the side of herself that she finds herself slipping into more often than not because 1.) She has Bliss as her leader. Come on. 2.) She’s an only child and she’s getting this care from older girls. “I’m kinda tired, actually, unnie. Like, I feel like the vocal vibrations from your singing hit me just now. Kinda feel like I’m riding Donkey from Shrek. The handsome one, though, like, when they drink that potion?” she exaggerates, talking about whatever, grin prominent.

You’ve got that look, Chanmi says, and yup, she definitely knows maknae-Saebi. Saebi doesn’t really know why she thought otherwise minutes ago, though, because Chanmi is the same girl that’s been in the same trenches she was in. The girl whose shoulders she spent nights crying on over their group and how uncertain their future is. “I wasn’t going to tease you until you said sae-bility,” she tilts her head, half honest. “But now that you did, you’re telling me to, right, unnie? How’d you come up with that?”

Albeit teasing, she takes the bottle from Chanmi’s hand, turning the cap to open it before taking a couple sips. “Thank you,” Saebi tells her, grabbing Chanmi’s hand and squeezing it. It might be silly, but she allows herself to be taken care of like this when she’s with Nymth. “Chanmi-unnie, you know what we should do?” A pause. “Let’s come up with a list of karaoke songs. Just so when we come back here again, just us or with the other members, we won’t waste the hour finding songs to pick, you know.”

#THREAD.#UNTITLED.#orchidstains #she did make fun of her…#if u match length i’ll end u 💙

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