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After such a long day, all Eunsol wanted was to rest her weary body. She had just come back from promoting her debut song âEclipeâ, and sleep was evading her. Perhaps it was the weight of all her combined feelingsânervousness, excitement, hope, dreadâstuck together in a thick, impermeable knot in the center of her chest. This was it. The song that would make or break her journey was released on January first, and Eunsol was left with an indescribable feeling after her very first appereance on a music show. She rememberd walking backstage, heart pounding against her chest, she pushed out the breath sheâd been holding between her lips with a soft âwhooshâ of air. It was over.
Now, in an effort to alleviate the mounting sense of unrest that rattled her tired form, she sought out the help of the mobile game yasuhati. There she was sitting on the hallway outside the practice rooms, holding her phone close to her mouth â quite literally.
âEunsol, youâre terrible at this game,â she murmured through a laugh. And yet, she went for another round. Across the hall there was someone passing by, to whom she gave a brief smile before resuming her voice activated game.












