“naeun-ah,” nayoung called, staring intensely through the gap of the door that showed only one widened eye. it’s mostly for fun, because there weren’t as many who were easily startled as naeun, though this time, nayoung spared her with the haunting of her lovely ping. though, she was pretty convinced that naeun would have gotten over her initial dislike for the poor orange dinosaur, right?
“what are you up to?” she asked, easing up with a laugh as she sauntered in. the role of a leader sometimes required her to take up more things than just performing, but beyond that of sorting things out and bridging the team and the staff, she’s pretty much inexperienced. nevermind all the workshops she’s attended ( and snoozed through half of them ), leadership wasn’t taught through pen and paper.
and she just...wanted to be ready, sort of. though, she had some time. for now, nayoung’s focus was the recent comeback. rolling onto her bed without a care in the world, she hummed. “i know we should rest because our comeback is in a week but i’m kind of bored~~ and restless. it’s like i’m kind of tired but i still want to do something...something fun. play with me naeun-ah, play with meeeee~”
“lemon...syrup?” nayoung rolled the foreign sounding words that’s spelt out in hangul on the tip of her tongue, blinking slowly as her mind processed the words.
sitting in the room with her fellow members, the room felt almost larger, but she didn’t have much time to ponder over that, thoughts distracted by chatter with her members as well as the staffers entering the room. they didn’t spare any time to dive into the details, but hearing about a subunit was definitely surprising.
if anything, she just thought they had been called upon simply for some tv schedule, but honestly, this was...better. exciting. ( a firm acknowledgement of how much she got to enjoy the stage now than ever before. )
she pulled the lyrics closer to her, leafing it through. it’s difficult to envision the kind of sounds until she finally have time to go through the two tracks, but as she nodded along to the flow of the conversation, snippets of their concept followed by a small bout of shy laughter, nayoung redivert her attention to the papers.
having a concept that’s 180-degree different from their sexy, goddess image could be exceptionally fun. nayoung might not be the girl with lots of aegyo in front of fans, but it doesn’t mean there wasn’t a part of her that borderlined on cuteness. she enjoyed her share of plushies and cuddles and softness and cuties - namely in the form of real life adorable hoomans like soohyun and yena. though, she reckoned that not many people would associate that term with her.
perhaps it’s time to show that she has more than just one image with her lanky figure and stoney expressions off-stage.
“lemon syrup,” she repeated under her breath, a hint of a smile appearing. now, that’s something to look forward to in the new year already.
chinese is difficult, and nayoung had no idea why she picked up the workshop. perhaps it’s her urge to find something new again, especially when their promotions haven’t kicked off. there’s just this dire need to try something new, and since heading out to play often wasn’t the best option, the alternative was a chinese language program.
to which was driving her up the walls, a little.
nayoung’s never an academic-smart student. throughout her life, studying was not an easy task, but she made it through from studying to squeeze into the cut-off line. besides, her artwork and designs were way more impressive than her math scores or literature, and now that she’s looking at these foreign looking characters that somewhat resembled hangul and yet, not, she can’t help but take a sharp breathe.
it’s difficult, definitely. perhaps this was why king sejong the great had to devise hangul, cramming over 5,000 chinese characters into pronunciations and 28 alphabet system. nayoung cleared her throat, trying to repeat what the teacher say under her breath as practice.
writing was difficult, but what about the way of speech? there’s just some unique sounds that the idol struggled with, but she knew she wasn’t the only one. still, she tried to follow through, trying to control her breathing and the way she placed her tongue at the back of her throat just to mimic a certain sound.
( king sejong was definitely great to resolve this issue. )
“next, let’s do conversational practice.”
nayoung looked away, pretending that she’s very, very invested in this two lines that said ‘what would you like to have today’ and ‘i would like a cup of coffee, please’.
“nayoung-ssi, let’s start with you. what would you say to the starbucks staff at the cashier?”
a soft, very soft uttered ‘shit’ summed up her emotions as she stood up.
( but hey, what doesn’t kill her makes her stronger. Right?
with another noise of protest, yuzu shakes her head a little, lips pursing into an adorable pout- quite contrary to what she was trying to achieve. “eonni~ stawp!” the scold fell to deaf ears probably but it didn’t stop yuzu from voicing it. for a second she wondered if zoe had zoned out but the surprise in her voice as she responded seemed genuine enough so the streamer let it slide.
“well i’mma try my best,” she responds to not setting royal on fire. something tells her though that even yuzu with her tendency to be rebellious without really trying to be wouldn’t be able to achieve that.
the vague response in regards to the comeback question has yuzu raise a brow. “so that’s a yes, got ya.”
“i’d just hope that you’d spare the training rooms. they are very pretty, and it’d be a shame if you’ve set fire to it,” the idol poked her tongue out, lightly poking yuzu’s nose.
“yah,” she chided softly, pinching her cheeks gently. and they were soft, just as she had remembered. yuzu might not be a child, but knowing that she’s jieun’s younger cousin meant that she’d always be the adorable yuzu in her eyes. “you’d find out soon enough. while i can’t anything more, i still hope you’d look forward to it. but anyway, today isn’t about me! how are you feeling? knowing that your family’s adding one more person to the roster officially?”
she looked at the venue. weddings, a place that she’s dreamed about from time to time. she even had her own wedding dress mocked up, but nayoung knew better than to let anyone know for now. “they really do know a lot of people too, i’m seeing so many old faces from seocho as well as new ones.”
seoyoung kinda likes being referred to by her stage name, especially when the members do it in private. sometimes it feels like it suits her - or who she’s become - better than her real name. except when juyeon says it. “yeah, yena is tired,” she says with a smile and a flutter of her heavy eyelids. being the maknae now suits her too. it took a long time to get used to the idea. in a way, she might always think of xayah as the maknae. but there’s no denying how good it feels to be looked after and babied by the unnies. she leans into nayoung’s hand and delights in her soft pats.
“it’s still a lot of work, though, isn’t it? even as a dancer.” although seoyoung has never been in a musical, she knows how the practice and rehearsals can last for hours on end, going over and over the scenes. nayoung doesn’t have to be there all the time, but it’s still a ton of work, especially when balanced with her luxe schedules. “i wonder if you’ll do a lead role someday. when we’re not promoting, of course.” it’s already exciting to see nayoung on stage, really showing off another side of her dance skills. it makes seoyoung feel like a proud mama bird. but it’d be even more exciting for her to take on a starring role.
“food is always a good motivation!” seoyoung shakes her head firmly, disagreeing with a smile. and she knows nayoung would agree, too. “what do they have to eat? you’ve won me over already,” she jokes. she was planning to see the musical anyway - how could she miss it? - but she couldn’t miss an opportunity for tasty food, either. those opportunities weren’t always forthcoming in the idol life. “i guess we have fans everywhere now, hehe. they should all be fans after meeting you.”
dance was an immaculate mix of athletism and arts. people who appreciate it called it a profession, but it's still largely looked upon as a hobby, something easy, not an expertise by the unknowing public. when it came to musicals and dancing in a large group, a certain level of discipline was required.
"instead of memorizing my lines, my body's remembering the steps for me," nayoung chuckled, patting her thighs for emphasis. "it's stressful in a way because we have to learn to move on the same breathe, especially for the jumps. my biggest fear is always missing it and then landing on a bad timing compared to the others," she added, humming. lips tugged into a wider grin, she nodded, "maybe! i'd like to think there's going to be a theatre that focus a lot more on dancing. it would be fun, don't you think? oh, like sachoom!" the trainee dried the ends of her hair, loosening up the ponytail she's had.
"but of course, luxe would always come first. i can't be away from you guys for long, it's lonely," she admitted. there's no denying that when she first joined, sheviewed the team as a responsibility more than a family. but with passing days, each of them working their hardest to bring the group to new heights while balancing their personal lives and goals, they've become an integral part of her life.
she will never be able to choose between private life and her group, at least, not for this duration of 7 years.
"the other day, olympias packed a nutrition seafood lunchbox...and it has lobster rolls! i was so surprised, and it's really good! besides the occasional food support, the buffet's actually quite nice. on very good days, we have beef slices as well as pasta and rice rolls." reaching over as she offered to help dry seoyoung's hair, nayoung added, "i hope they do! i've been bribing the team with our signed albums so, that might help, right?"
the amount of flashes was insane coming from one photographer, but for nayoung, she’s already learned the art of staring into space as her eyes formed flashes of white circles, blossoming like fireworks that would etched themselves in her mind for a good few seconds. being outdoors, she felt relatively warm thanks to the padding of her new sponsorship brand and the large photography lights that they’ve set up. even an outdoor setting, the place was cozy and quiet, and not at all filled with any people.
did they even get a permit to cover this patch of space, she wondered? that wouldn’t be cheap.
clasping her hands when a quick break is given, nayoung skipped towards the monitor, looking at the photos of her wearing the white outfit get displayed. it was a nice one too, a fashionable style from a long-standing popular brand. the fashion design major could see why it’s popular, for sure. nodding along in all seriousness as the photographer spoke, nayoung took note of the fabric and how they looked - she’s not as expert in the world of modelling unlike seolhyun - that girl makes anything looks amazing. and she’s worked with more models as a designer role rather than being in front of the cameras.
but if there’s one thing she learned, it’s presenting the fabric and outfit properly.
unzipping the outfit so that she could touch the sleeves and proposition it better, her mind churned, and then she straightened up.
“sorry, can we please take another set? i was just thinking if i drape the outfit this way, it would be able to showcase the full product nicely too. the way this drapes over the arms might be good.”
it was hardly to explain in sheer words, but nayoung’s excitement as seen in her widened eyes as she fiddled with the different kinds of poses, jacket moving from place to place besides that of wearing it normally, nayoung let the flashes time her ever move.
today, she tried to imagine if she was a model, how would she be able to prep the outfit for the best view? the question spurred her to try new things during the shoot, taking the time to redo certain shots that she felt had bigger potential. and the fact that the head photographer was so open to comments and questions made this even more enjoyable.
so much so that when it wrapped up, she can’t help but feel a little sad.
“thank you for your hard work” she greeted, words puffing white wisps in the air as she chuckled.
now...time for a new closet rehaul with this brand!
nayoung thinks that sometimes, she has a little masochist side to her too. tying the strap of her heels to her ankles, the female stood up, jumping once lightly to test the fit of her shoes. it was good enough, but with the stilettos, these were not the pair she’d generally pick for dancing in the first place. but as a performer, she doesn’t get to choose what she wears on stage, on what attitude she decides to wear.
so with the expectation that she’s returning home with scrapped skin on more than one spot, she straightened up, stretching her arms above her head. compared to shoes of any kind, nayoung much preferred the feeling of lacquered wood under the soles of her bare feet. but heels were a nice change too; she hardly ever wore heels unless it was comeback anyways, being one of the taller ones in the group to begin with.
but heels always made her feel sexier, even if it caused more pain and aches after each performance, her toes aching to wriggle free of the tight constrains kept in place just so she could secure the shoe to her feet and not trip and fall on live broadcast. but the effects were good, and the sounds of heels clinking along the floor in unison with her members was euphoric, reminding her of all the hardwork being put in to become a team.
she liked it, as odd as it may seem.
she’s always an oddball anyway.
now however, she’s left alone to her devices. her teammates were amazing people, but even someone as loud as stone nayoung needed her moment of peace alone. and it’s here in the dance studio, a place she’s familiar since she was a child, was what she needed. a break from the work, from thoughts, from responsibilities.
and to dance it all away. break a sweat and break a leg, to enjoy the moment of silence with music ringing in her mind, heels stomping echoing in the empty room.
and nayoung would dance over and over again in the moonlight, like a worshiper of the star-illuminated space rock when no one’s watching till her limbs were sore and her eyes felt heavy, steps messing up and yawn erupting.
when a member of the staff approaches you with this tag line, it’s never really a five-minutes talk. nayoung puffed her cheeks, rinsing her mouth lightly with the cool water she pretty much inhaled, bottle still in her hands when she nodded.
in the past, walking down these corridors towards the office and meeting room areas fazed her. trainees rarely had the chance to visit such floors anyway, busy with training more so than anything else. when she first started, she wasn’t used to it either. these hallways were synonym with being in trouble or disappointment, and sometimes leaving her in a sense of loss.
but now, they were part of her work scope. there’s more good news whenever she slipped into the seats, sometimes a stranger’s face sitting opposite her like now, a man and woman both in their thirties. nayoung smile and bowed, quietly taking her seat after she had the guests sitting first.
manners, etiquette, the way to last in the industry. she’s learn that from a young after from her mother, dealing with celebrities and stylists at their prime behind the scenes as a coordinator. she felt it more often now as an idol, where a wrong thing said was a door slammed in the face.
not that it happened to her; nayoung was always the quiet listener in such situations, saying little besides required questions or greetings. she wondered in her silence, amid her little day dreams of the scope of work this time. was it a guest featuring? choregraphing? a photoshoot maybe or if she could even hope, a tv appearance?
it was neither, but nayoung will soon decide that it was better, in a way.
“you want me to be the brand ambassador of blackyak?”
she straightened up. eyes twinkling. she’s heard of blackyak - it’s hard not to when it’s one of the more well known brands in terms of outdoor sports wear, the top five if she would say so herself besides the much beloved the north face. there had been days of seeing who would wear the padded jackets from these brands during winter in school, but now, this was a big opportunity.
besides, she was never good at designing outdoor sports wear of this caliber.
a wide smile breaking the stone-like expressions, she pressed her hands together.
( if possible, she’d already want to grab a few sets for her members and family. )
Granted, after knowing that her and Nayoung would be filming this cover, Seolhyun had planned her outfit accordingly; it shouldn’t be anything that was too close to the other’s, but she also had the feeling of the song in mind and moving past something with bright colors or graphics on the front. Seolhyun too was wearing a crop top as the other pointed out, but instead of hers being black, she had chosen to wear white. Instead of gym pants, she went for yoga when she felt more comfortable moving around with them on.
Suffice to say, this took up a lot of time for them to learn and rehearse. There wasn’t as much movement as there was in say Up & Down and feel good, but Naughty required more arm and hand-wise. Plus, the genre seemed more up her and Nayoung’s alley, throwing back to what they used to enjoy and practiced to when they were trainees, which was why she had the strong urge to learn and share this cover for this month.
“Yeah, let’s go over the dance one more time to make sure we have it all down. But first…” With Nayoung’s arm around her, Seolhyun unlocked her phone in her hands to go to her camera app with different filters. She chose one that would beautify them just a little bit as she pointed it towards the mirrors to take a picture of them together after some simple posing. Who knows? If she feels like it, she might want to upload this later.
“Alright, now we can practice. Let’s get the music ready~,” she announced excitedly while she went over to the sound system to plug in her phone. “We’re going to do great with this cover!”
it’s almost second nature to her now whenever someone had their phone up in front of a mirror. smiling naturally as she tightened her hold around seolhyun, nayoung leaned towards her even more, getting ready with her fixed posture as she let the other pick and choose the right filters. it’s common for her phone to have a tone of these photos too, useful for fancafe or social media or really just to keep as a good memory.
the shutter sound rang, and she laughed, stepping away to give the other more space. “send me, send me!” she added, swinging her arms side to side in part stretching and just the need to move about. after all, she’s always that antsy person whenever excitement was piling inside her. letting seolhyun take the lead with the logistics, nayoung tried a few hand movements in front of the video before she nodded.
they both practised enough to know the choreography without much mistakes. it wasn’t absolutely perfect, but nayoung was satisfied with it as it was a good cover. or so she hoped - if they performed the same way they did during practise, then the dancer’s going to be more than just elated.
her smile slipped slightly as she stood in position, hands raised and poised. and once the melody registered in her mind, nayoung moved in sync to the other girl. it’s vital they both get their duo choreography timed right, least they accidentally sock each other in the face ( didn’t happen, thankfully, but there were a few close shaves when they started the song, that resulting in a lot more laughter and soft apologies, quick hugs and more laughter. ). stepping out when she’s out of frame, she made sure to observe seolhyun’s frame as well to give pointers if neccessarily.
and then, they should be ready.
“i think i’m all warmed up now, and my hands are ready to twist and turn. what do ya think - let’s give it one formal go and then check the footage?” nayoung pressed her hands together. “and if we’re done over the next hour, what do you say we go for a quick, quick break for coffee or tea? let’s go!”
nayoung tugged lightly at her black cropped top, making sure it fits nicely with no spare rumples. the top land just above and enough to show a bit of her skin, a pair of matching gym pants and black sneakers to complete the look. nayoung looked at herself through the mirror, combing back a stray strand of hair behind her ears as she readied herself.
they've been practising for a while now, and honestly, it was a great refreshener to some of the dance styles she hadn't touched in a while. tutting was a whole lot of fun, but that's not the only reason why nayoung was looking forward to their own recording. the female dancer couldn't remember the last time she danced alongside seolhyun to such intensity on their own, and she's stroked.
humming as she did the hand movements in a last-minute revisions, she side step till she's right next to seolhyun. "you're going, crazy~" she sing-songed, grinning at the other as she dropped her hands. "oh, we really are twinning in similar outfits! hehe." nayoung sling one arm around seolhyun, "want to run through one quick round before we record?"
there’s some kind of pride when she got the notice alongside the other girls on samsung station. it’s a project that she’s heard from time to time, featuring such a range of artistes that zoe was more than impressed with, including songs that steer far into the alternative genre. she’s no expert in music compared to dance, but there were names that she looked up to as a dancer of those mellow tracks, only to find them here on samsung station.
and now, luxe will be another name on the roster too. on one hand, it reminds her of how far the team have come along now. even as one of the later additions, she’s already been around for a while, performing and releasing several cds, having the chance to perform on fanmeets and out of seoul stages. her own role in a musical, filming dance videos, doing endorsements and posing for magazines.
time flies so quickly that she couldn’t even grasp the full extent of it. and now, samsung station. all mine was a track that’s filled with it’s share of fun, yet keeping to luxe’s discography. nayoung loved the sound, loved the idea that they get to try out even more songs beyond the scope of their own albums. it’s the sort that she can imagine them performing in front of fans, the fun, encore type of track
well, if they have a concert someday. a real, full-fledged one. the sort that they get to enjoy a full setlist with fans and loved ones alike, to really show what they can do and how much they’ve grown since the beginning. it’s a dream, one that she’s thought about as a trainee but never wanted more than now as a debuted idol.
( after all, which idol don’t want to do even better? )
perhaps, some day. for now, she’d stick with learning the new songs, perhaps coming up with some simple dance moves out of fun. film a vlive for it, even. after all, there’s lots more time this month, and she wanted to fill that up with everything to create new memories.
“so you’ve finally turned up for class, nayoung-yang?”
the dancer let out a laugh, almost monotonous as she scratched her cheek. she hadn’t been to acting workshops in what seemed like ages, but now she’s finally found the time to sign up for courses again. honestly, the musical experience led her to wonder what else she could challenge in. modeling was fun, coming up with choreos was amazing experience, but acting was another thing she’s interested in trying.
besides, there’s a form of thrill to her otherwise fixed schedules of normal training, over and over again. nayoung felt comfortable enough with her singing at the moment, while it remained to be a key thing she work on every other month, this time, this wednesday, she’s going to do something different.
so, acting.
“ssaem, long time no see?”
he looked as amused as he always was, and nayoung flashed a thumbs up as he finally turned away, head shaking. jang seongsangnim had been someone that was helping her out for a while now, and she was always grateful for his tips and tricks. albeit, the occasional eye roll and dramatic sighs when she did something wrong.
which she would soon experience within 40 minutes of the class starting. like now, forgetting the one line that was going to conclude the script reading and speech segment. there’s a snigger, a choked laugh as her peers turned away, and she could have sworn that her mentor just made one of his most exaggerated sighs.
( but after a sharp comment and critique, nayoung knew the smile he gave along with a thumbs up was approval of her hard work and attempts throughout class today. )
and that was a nice change of pace compared to the usual. it’s a slow month, anyway.
the sentence nearly made the stylist snip off a huge chunk of hair without meaning too, the shock appearing on her face in the form of widened eyes and parted lips. nayoung puffed her cheeks, still slightly bloated from last night’s supper and late night sleep as she puffed at the stray strand of hair hanging in front of her.
it’s not that she thinks she’s great in short hair, really. long hair suited her more, but nayoung still wanted something different. a change, somewhat. more than just the hair dye to darken her hair to black, but to snip off more than just a light trim of her unhealthy, split ends.
“why, do you want to cut your hair short?”
she looked up at the stylist through the mirror, and she could see her worry. nayoung blinked, laughing softly. to her side and behind her, she could hear her members engaged in their own chatter too, the hair salon livening up even in early morning. she shook her head. “not really. i was just thinking of a change. i did have long hair for a while. i can’t imagine myself in short, short hair though, but maybe around my neckline? is that too short?”
“definitely, for this concept,” the stylist sighed softly, pushing her hair in front of her to take a look at the overall length. “we need to lightly perm your hair, so you need to keep it in the same length. only a slight, slight trim...why?” she leaned in as nayoung tilted her head in mild confusion, only to burst out laughing at the girl’s final words.
“it’s not a heartbreak of any kind, is it?”
gahee was a stylist they’ve worked with for a while at this salon, and honestly they were close enough for nayoung to call her a friend, having exchanged numbers and share some interests in certain brands. so she didn’t mind the amusing comment, a mix of real worry and a small tease. she shook her head. she hadn’t been able to see namwoo as much as she liked, but her feelings weren’t any less. that’s what she believed, because everytime she sees his photo, her heart still fluttered like the first time he hold her in his arms after the ball, confessing to her for the first time. “no, no. it’s not. my heart’s in one piece, gahee-unnie.”
but she’s antsy for a change of some kind. perhaps it’s because luxe has been through a few changes, but she felt like she’s still walking mostly in the same spot. or that she doesn’t know what she should do to inject an element of surprise in her life. “i just feel like doing something different.”
“well, no touching your hair this time... sometimes we just need a breath of fresh air to our routine. it happens. have you thought about changes in your daily life? like...trying a new workshop?” she hummed, going to stand behind the idol as she went back to work. nayoung arched one brow, then smiled - as expected of someone who worked with celebrities, she was probably more in tuned with her thoughts then nayoung expected.
“a new workshop, huh...what do you have in mind?”
“well, there’s a new leather crafting spot that i’ve heard. maybe it’s too difficult to go down for that one at the moment...ah! i’ve heard of this diy ceramic cup that you can make. they deliver the kit to you, too.”
“oh?” she chuckled, pressing her hands together. now, she’s intrigued.
zoe bowed alongside the rest of the dancers, the staffers clapping in the corridor. they’ve all wrapped up, and it being the last session was one of the most euphoric feeling as it was a sense of loss. the entire musical had took up months and months of practice that turned into stage performances. after the curtain calls with cheers erupting, fans standing to give them a final ovation to congratulate them for a complete run, zoe’s still feeling the excitement in her veins.
her heart thumped, breath heavy as she hugged the bouquet of flowers closer to her, a gift from fans to all of the dance team, and looked at it. her first major individual work. honestly, zoe still loved all the luxe activities, but knowing that she was able to do something on her own, to build confidence and to hopefullly excel in it, made her happy too easily.
“nayoung! are you coming?”
she turned to the other girl, people whom she’s gotten closer to despite not coming from the same dance studio as them. they wre a mixed group, but a few of them did know each other prior. and now, she’s easily on first-name terms with some of them, if not all. leaving the towel around her neck for a while as she packed her stuff, everyone busy in chatter as they readied for teh commemoration dinner, she nodded.
after this, nayoung had no idea when else would she have the chance to meet them again. at least, not in the short term.
“of course!” she said, voice booming as she sling on her backpack. her makeup’s all taken off, but she applied a good layer of tinted moisturizer, while her outfit was changed into sweatshirt and gym pants, the classic comfy wear as most of them did, slipping into her sneakers. she’s worn out, feeling it more than ever now that the shows’ ended, but nayoung could do dinner.
it’s their last one. nayoung wants to thank all of them for their hard work one last time. besides, she still had a few gifts in her bag - signed albums, that their manager kindly prepared too.
she’s not good at dates, so nayoung always kept notes in a planner. it’s not used as much as she did in the past when she’s studying, but the monthly calendars are always handy.
especially for putting in key dates that she cannot afford to forget. loved ones’ birthdays, their important schedules and training sessions, days when new songs were released...as well as members’ individual activities that she’d like to watch and promote. like drama, for example.
nayoung dropped herself onto the living room couch, cup of warm tea set on the table as she crossed her legs and pulled the ping plushie close to her. it’s tradition for her not to miss any premiere broadcast of her members’ drama and tv appearances whenever possible. although she’d love to watch cheri’s drama with her, just to tease her a little about the performance, nayoung didn’t mind having the space all to herself ( for now ) just to ease into it.
face pack on, bangs pushed back by hairband, nayoung looked like the average office lady unwinding after work. and her role wasn’t just to enjoy, because she does as an avid drama audience, she would drop little notes into their mobiles to tell them their thoughts. what was the best moment of the drama? what she loved about her members’ character. and sometimes, even, how hot the lead actor looked and how her mom would probably love the drama. maybe.
( he’s not her favourite lead though, because nayoung already has her own lead male to show affectionate over, even if she needed to do more and he deserved more. )
“alright, time for the first episode...!” she rubbed her palms together, moving her butt till she found the best spot, and readied her mind. perhaps, she should also try to see just how many nice gifs and funny memes will be made for their fandom again.
