for lack of social skill—
feat. @rytsarang.
oh god.
it might be a bit of an inappropriate thought to be running through aejeong’s mind when she sees the younger girl, but in an odd way, it’s appropriate for the absolute terror that spikes through aejeong’s body as if she’s a marshmallow on campfire skewer. looking at sarang’s smiling face and gleaming, hopeful eyes makes aejeong tense up till she’s afraid her bones will snap.
sarang’s proved from the start to be a nice, sweet girl with high aspirations and even higher potential. but she’s proved time and time and time again that aejeong is the number one on her Prospective Idol Friends List . . . and aejeong is terrified of that fact. she’s aware that she’s being terribly rude to the poor girl everytime they interact— in fact, the last time they talked was at a special stage, and aejeong cringes at the memory of her own standoffishness and more-than-probable scowls. she knows she’s not who sarang thinks she is, and the idea that she might disappoint such a promising new idol kills her inside.
and of course, aejeong’s shyness is nothing to cough at in terms of why she’s so silent so often.
nevertheless, whether it’s a mix of shyness or nerves or just embarrassment at being caught in her apron at her mother’s cafe, bare-faced and stained with kimchi seasoning, aejeong feels the wires in her brain fizzle out. snap out of it, park aejeong! you’re a senior idol, and she just debuted! be friendly, be cool . . .
“oh . . . sarang-ssi, it’s you.” (cue a onceover that she meant to be approving of the girl’s loveliness today, but probably comes off as more apathetic. dammit.) “what brings you around here?”