frayed,
@rksohee
she doesn’t mean to be, but any time spent with sohee means her nerves are tight with tension. she hates it, truly. vanessa hates that one of her close friends she has to view with something close to animosity-- even though sohee hasn’t really done anything at all to her. it’s the atmosphere, the situation of a debut project that they’re in. it’s not sohee’s fault. it’s her own-- for making too close of ties knowing things like this were bound to happen.
her motions are tight and awkward as she ties her shoelace. her mouth is pursed as she breathes out through her nose; she hates how stagnant the air is-- how she’s made such an issue out of something she knew was bound to happen. sohee doesn’t deserve that, none of the girls do. she swallows back the tightness in her throat, finishes the tie and stands up straighter. glancing at the other girl, her teeth bite down harshly on her lower lip. in an attempt to busy her hands, she reaches up to adjust her ponytail, fixing strands and tightening it.
“sohee-yah,” she calls out quietly. vanessa winces; even her words sound weird to her ears, awkward. irritation settles in her gut that she wants to quell with medicine. she swallows tightly. “how...how is your group coming with vocals?” she asks, keeping her gaze off the others face; she keeps her gaze down, studying the floor. doesn’t know what will happen if she looks at the other girl-- doesn’t know what will hit first: anger, sadness, pain. “little mix are no joke. they’ve got some tough vocal work there.”