torn on the path of walking a dangerous way of life, sakura believes that the music industry is a little sketchy. a sick feeling to her gut, she can't come to terms with how sehun settles his activities on a day to day basis with little to no sleep. sometimes, she thinks that it's the higher-ups who like to puppet people. selling my soul, no way. she thinks. she's a free-spirited flower, blooming her petals on her own.
"how do you do it?" the struggle of understanding, she's suffering from right now. "i wouldn't be able to do what you do, sehun. how does it feel to debut?" he's now a person that she rarely sees compared to before. seeing him is like once in a blue moon, she takes gratitude and appreciation once she's able to see her close friend.
"and don't you have a girlfriend too?” she thinks love is too delicate to handle, something she wouldn't get herself too involved in. that fear of sweeping rejection is too much to deal with. so, she guards herself.