the past five years of bomi’s life had been trying to say the absolute least, but the last year especially. once thing had started going right again, the universe threw a wrench into that, and bomi was stuck in a group with the man whose heart she’d broken. the man she’d loved more than anything-- the man she’d loved so much that it had been easier to run than to break his heart to his face.
regardless of that, though, bomi had to be professional. they were coworkers now. and they had responsibilities. taking a huge breath, bomi softly knocked on the door to the room jin shared with some of the other distich boys, body tense as a board as she waited for him to open up.
“hi,” she said quietly once he’d opened it. “our manager wants us to choreograph a dance piece together to go up on the youtube channel next week. i thought maybe you’d want to get started working on it with me.” // @shinwoorv