gmxjiyeon: hello?
they want some advice, but it's embarrassing.
a reflection of tyche’s body, from head to toe, is displayed on the mirror in front of her. she does not dislike her overall appearance or anything, it’s just that these days… she’s been craving for a muscular body, for some particular reason. she finds it attractive—firm bodies and all, which is kind of a closeted fact about her. it’s not like she’ll suffer from depression if she isn’t categorized as fit, but you know, curiosity can be a bitch, and she only wants to try. a pleased hum slips away as her back meets with the surface of the mattress—it’s a blur when she hits the ‘call’ button with a peculiar sigh. "what? oh—jiyeon-unni? why did i call you again?" there’s a moment of excruciating silence, although she continues, "unni… i don’t know… lately i’ve been insecure about my body. wait, not insecure! it’s just—you’re extremely fit, and i’m not. workout advices? yeah, i’m here for workout advices." did she manage to breathe? apparently so—she turns to the side, letting her hair fall to her chest while awaiting for a reply or maybe, no reply at all.