#galaxyxboak

[galaxyxhyuna]

[ text → boboa ] good morning gorgeous [ text → boboa ] how are you today? up yet? [ text → boboa ] what's your schedule look like?

[kwcnmina]

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✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how’ll my muse ever thank them?

It was past midnight by the time she wrapped up her her training time at the dance studio. She never really told anyone – not Seulgi nor Hyeri – even though she knew that they’d be willing to help her and even train with her and stay up late with her. It’s just not her – not in her bones, not in her blood – to ask for help, to make others wait on her.Junghwa stepped out of the Galaxy building with a nod to the  security guard who had grown more than accustomed to seeing her going home this late and let the night breeze greeted her with a sigh of relief. Her body was sore but at least she got the choreography right. Hard work always payed off.Yet she was taken with a startling surprise when she felt something cold against her back. She froze. Her body refusing to move even though ever cell that composed her was screaming for her to run. She had heard of the rumors that there had been some sort of pervert running around the neighborhood recently. But she never would have thought she’d ever encounter him. It’s the textbook Personal Fable and it made her sick that she could fall into it. One second she heard his raspy breathe beside her ear, the next she heard him howling as he hit the wall with a loud thud. She whirled around, heart still beating so hard she thought it would crush her ribcage, to see Kwon Boa, a figure she had known quite well from her long-stretched practices.She tried to thank her but her words got caught in her throat and her tongue went numb. So she just stared as the older woman asked if she was okay. She just looked at her – eyes as wide as the moon yet filled with a hundred terrors of a haunted night – and nodded.“Well, I’m glad you’re okay. Don’t go out by yourself at night, at least have someone walk you home.” Boa said, rubbing her back. And she felt the fear drained out of her, leaving her almost weak in the knees, feeling as if she might collapsed at any given second.Yet she bared herself, turned up to look at her and asked, “Do you want to walk me home then? I have something in the fridge I cooked yesterday.”