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Sehyun sidestepped awkwardly and ran her fingers through her platinum hair, “… does anyone happen to have change for two ₩50,000 bills?”

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After a decent amount of jogging, the younger man sat against a tree to catch his breath. He would have sat on a bench, but all the benches were under the hot sun, and the place under the tree had the most amazing shade. What he didn't expect was a strum of guitar and a soft hum. He looked around, but no one was in sight. He then turned his body and looked behind him to see scattered music sheets around. He grew curious, but he remained quiet so he could observe and not ruin the other's thinking

Leaning against a large tree trunk was so much more comfortable than a bench. There was something about the way she could lean against the surface that was so much better, and it was almost like playing hide-and-seek from the other people in the park. The tree was large enough to hide her entire figure. Platinum locks spilled down her shoulders in long cascades and she chewed on her lower lip as she let sheets of music lay scattered around. Her acoustic guitar lay in her lap and she strummed at it, several times: random chords.

Sehyun glanced at the notes scribbled onto her papers before she strummed at her guitar and attempted the vocals. And the lyrics smoothly flow from her lips. Sometimes, ballads sounded much nicer than her alternative, but she would always prefer the latter. Slender fingers moved to turn her sheet music.

“— oh!” the sheets flew out of her hand and she placed her guitar down to chase the paper as it spiraled around her body. Ugh. Sudden breezes were the worst.

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Sehyun placed her guitar down carefully-- she would usually make use of an electric guitar, but in public, an acoustic would do-- and let he legs dangle off the ledge. A pout on her lips, “No, but, serious talk: why doesn't anyone want to talk to me?”

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—— ❛ sound the alarm. — sehyun&luna

The night had been a thrill. All of them were. Every single night when Insignia had the privilege of performance was the best time of Sehyun's life— in certain cases, she would love to say that the audience had the privilege to see Insignia on stage. But, this was home to her. To her and the members, because there was a comfort which the stage provided to them; she knew not where else to find that kind of feeling. Platinum locks falling into her eyes, Sehyun pushed them away with slender fingers, calloused from the many years of playing the electric guitar.

“Hey, can you pack up my amp for me? Thanks.” She didn't even give the other guitarist a chance to respond before she moved to the side of the stage to grab her water bottle. Sehyun took a swig from the bottle before something caught her eye. Her voice had become hoarse from the hype of the show. Being the leader of a rock band practically demanded that she screamed a lot. Being the lead vocalist didn't help with that either.

“A... person?” She crouched beside the female figure and cleared her throat. With a look over her shoulder to ensure her members were still on task, she double-took the sight of them all being gone— along with their equipment. Oh, whatever. She tapped the sleeping figure's shoulder, “Um, excuse me? Hey… wake up. It's late, and you probably shouldn't be sleeping here.”