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@ftxsanha / fright fest ‘18, backstage at the concert.
it’s a peculiar feeling, for all of this to be real. she feels restless as she roams around backstage. melody’s set is long over, and if she’s honest, she almost wishes she could be out in the audience watching the rest of the show, or even out there giving out candy to the attendees with the rest of the trainees. but she’s stuck backstage for the remainder of the concert, just like everyone else with a set tonight. oh. that’s right. she’s a proper, debuted idol now, not a dungeon dwelling trainee any longer. how could she forget? she never shuts up about it as inyoung would say. she’s self - centered, that’s something suhee would never deny. there wouldn’t be any point in doing so. suhee is a good liar, but she’s not that good. the clock ticks over to nine o’clock. the show is halfway over, and suhee can hear the last notes of dope playing, followed by the members of mystery bidding the audience farwell. she hops off the stool she’d been lurking on, anxious to catch the one and only man she deems worthy of her trust jung sanha. maybe he’s not the most ideal older brother / semi - paternal figure for suhee to have adopted, but he’s far from the worst. she approaches him with her mouth set into a frown and her nose scrunched up, her frustration painted all over her cute, bunny - like features. arms folded over her chest, she tilts her head to one side, mouth uncurling into a small, cautious smile. it’s a little uncharacteristic, an obvious sign that there’s something on her mind. it’s difficult for suhee to share how she feels with most people, always hiding behind defensiveness and bitchy retorts. when she’s in a better mood she’ll remind sanha that he’s lucky for her to bless him with her problems. it’s a luxury few can claim to have. “ do you have a minute? ”
