* / dream girl !

“really?” she wants to add a ‘you trust me that much?’ but she thinks maybe that would be inappropriate for the situation at hand. she wants yein to think she’s competent at this hair bleaching thing — which she is, or at least she should be at this point. when she had first dyed her hair, she went to a salon and went to get it retouched every few weeks. but then she looked at the toll it was taking on her bank account and decided that maybe this wasn’t the best course of action. it took some trial and error, but she thinks she can bleach her own hair with her eyes closed. it might not look as nice and dimensional as when a professional does it, but it’s good enough.

and she does feel kind of honored, in a way. if yein trusts her to do it, that must mean something, right?

“hopefully we’ll only need to bleach it twice but…” she lifts up a strand of yein’s hair. “maybe we’ll have to do it three times. we’ll see!” jinsoul puts the powder bleach into the plastic bowl, mixing it to a familiar consistency. by now she can just do it by feeling, and not by the strict measuring rules that she had used in the beginning, which makes her feel like some kind of chemist even if that’s definitely not at all what she is. “are you ready? i think it’s going to look great!”

“mhm, really,” though she doesn’t say it with as much certainty this time. in truth, she trusts in jinsoul’s abilities, but it never hurts to keep someone on their toes when they’re applying harsh chemicals to your scalp. “my public appearance and reputation is in your hands,” she teases, singing the words sweetly. not that she had much of a reputation to keep up, to be honest. yein suffers from atbntb syndrome - an incurable case of always the bridesmaid, never the bride. she’s gotten many opportunities, especially of late, but nothing ever feels like it fits her just right. it’s a little disheartening. 

her stomach flips. new hair, new yein. 

Tagged: @yeinrk

Watching dancers grow and become better and better at their art always inspired Somin. She knows she isn’t the only one to feel this, because even Kwan has that same emotion at times. Eventually the student becomes so powerful and skilled in a way that the others start looking up to them, wondering how they could excel like them. After two years, Yein had become one of those students handpicked to become a teacher.

Somin walks into the building, and there’s already a crowd of people walking in and out of Studio D. She usually doesn’t come in at this time on a Tuesday night, mostly because she’s been in and out a lot, and there hasn’t been an event done by the studio in the past couple of years since she had left the studio. Kwan had made the recommendation to hold off while she eased back into the studio life, and the addition of her overseas classes to her plate. Dahae’s at the reception tonight, and Somin approaches her, “Hey, who’s teaching tonight?”

“Oh, it’s the new teacher, Yein! Have you met her?”

Somin blinks for a moment. “Yein?”

“She used to be a student with Kwan-Oppa’s Freestyle class. She’s teaching the new High in Heels class.”

“Ohh…” Somin cranes her head, wondering if they’ve just finished or if there’s any chance of her being able to see the new teacher. Maybe she can put a face to a name, because there’s so many students in each class… She ends up stepping a little closer to the door, looking quite odd because her actions screamed that she’s looking for someone.

yein stands at the top of studio d with her hands on her hips and platform - soled and heeled boots on her feet, happy with a class well done. even though she hasn’t been teaching very long, she knows how to command a room. if things get too unruly, she’ll break out a whistle or something, but nothing’s been that bad enough to warrant that yet. she doesn’t think it’ll get there either. 

students are filing out one by one, or two by two. there’s even a couple of groups forming already. that makes yein smile. they’re pretty, she thinks, looking at one gaggle of girls. they remind her of her old friends, back in london. she scans the room as people start to leave, not looking at faces, but at the feet. nobody had tried to attend her class in flats yet. good for them. if they did, they’d have to go. 

( in theory, anyways. yein’s been feeling soft lately. she doesn’t know if she would have the heart to kick someone out in her current state of being. )

one pair of shoes, stood halfway in the doorway, halfway in the corridor, catches her attention. she looks up and finds features that she vaguely recognizes. yein waves to her. 

having the change of tone noticed by girl makes him want to apologize right away for being what he would call rude. of course, seunghun never talks like this and he normally wouldn’t if it hasn’t escaped his mouth accidentally despite her attitude. instead, he shrugs and flashes a small smile at the other as it didn’t seem like she was that upset about it and still took a seat across from him. 

seunghun doesn’t even finish the sip of coffee he was taking when she shares about her current life. “a band?” for some reason, it’s more surprising than the fact she wants to bleach her hair. after everything, maybe he saw her as someone who would thrive as a solo artist, working on her own and having all the spotlight to herself, but after hearing the news, he couldn’t only conclude he knew less about his ex-girlfriend than he expected. “do you just sing or?” he asks out of curiosity, also because he doesn’t remember if she plays an instrument or not. 

damn, he was supposed to know more.

he can’t help but laugh at her words. while it’s possibly part of why they didn’t last long, the way yein compliments herself easily is also part of her charm. “what can i say?” he says with a playful tone, shaking his head lightly. “you got prettier and modest.” the latter is clearly a joke, but one the boy makes without the desire to be mean, it’s just amusing to him. seunghun leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “are you really interested or just being polite?” he teases, but continues before getting an answer to this. “uh- i’m good and trying new things. i even joined a survival show months ago, but i’m still here drinking coffee in the middle of the day, so you can guess i didn’t become a superstar or something.” 

the surprise in seunghun’s voice makes yein laugh, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a smile. “yeah, a band! it’s not grungey or anything, don’t worry, i’m not a totally different person.” but that’s probably not a good thing, to be honest. yein herself often thinks that she would probably be better off if she got a personality reboot. “i sing back vocals and i play guitar.” she pauses, taking a sip of her drink. she can sense the question marks in the air around seunghun and she quickly clears them out by saying, “i played when i was younger but i only picked it back up again recently. i don’t think you ever heard me play ... you can come along to a show, if you’d like.”

Soundbox Studios presents ★ JUNG YEIN ( @yeinrk ) ★ as the High In Heels dance teacher and Freestyle Dance student. She previously participated in the Girls’ Hip-Hope and Freestyle Dance class for 2 years, and has been a dance teacher at Soundbox for 1 month.

Feel free to ask her for your dance projects!

★ DANCE STYLE: flirty choreography that’s fun for the dancers and the audience alike.  ★ CLASS DATES: Tuesdays - Beginners, Friday - Intermediate/Master

it takes all of her not to reach out to pat the other atop her head, as she lay her head down on the table that seperate them. it is curious seeing her friend like this yet she refrain from asking what’s up, yoohyeon realise that the other will open up in her own time if she want to. her own mind is preoccupied with questions and worry regarding herself for once, as she think about a strange offer that she got a few weeks back. she sighs, softly.

“not really,” she confesses shortly with a shrug. there isn’t often that yoohyeon allow time for herself, to have fun with others and let herself loose. with a self-provided pressure regarding family echonomy she usually spend whatever time she has working, but not today. she smile towards the elder of the two, nodding. “that sounds like fun–  andyou know me, i’m not great with makeup so i probably could use some of your help, unnie.”

she doesn’t usually go out drinking but still, she is no stranger to the concept either. spending the night out with a friend like yein sounds like precisely what she need right now, as some sort of excuse to forget her responsibilities for just a moment.

those two words are all it takes for yein to perk up, lifting her head up and appearing to smile up at yoohyeon in a flash of dark hair. not really? well, that’s practically an open schedule. she scrunches up her nose and gives the air a little punch. “then let’s do it! come on, we never get to go out together, do we? when was the last time you took a night off?”

yein bounces up onto her feet and slings her bag over her shoulder. she holds out a hand for yoohyeon, inviting her to join her. “let’s go then. my apartment’s just around the corner.” she flicks her hair over her shoulders, and gives yoohyeon’s outfit a quick up and down. “but maybe you could borrow an outfit too. i have so much shit i never wear ... ugh, it could be a whole makeover moment!”

it takes no genius to see that yein forces herself to be happy for yuzu. in a way it is unfair that a girl like her, successful as a streamer, just becoming the drummer of a band, suddenly gets scouted by a company who’s ceo rejected her twice already. yein on the other hand had only just joined 6tunes and was ready to make it big with them and now her and hyojin were the ones left in the dust while the rest of them get picked up by various companies among the top 5. 

still yuzu isn’t one to disrespect yein’s efforts. if the girl wanted to be happy for her, yuzu would support her. she nods her head with a hum, taking a sip from her own macha latte. “went there, did that. now playin’ the waitin’ game. gotta see if they pick me this time. if they ain’t…. well maybe, dunno. doubt I’mma go again if they don’t to be honest.”

another sip and she places the drink back down for now, leaning back in her chair with a sigh. “honestly I dunno if I wanna get signed… 6tunes just kicked off… I dun wanna disregard all of our efforts just like that…”

“they will pick you,” yein says, gaze steely and sure. she speaks with complete conviction, because as hard as she’s trying to mask her inner green eyed monster, yein does still believe in yuzu nonetheless. “and if they don’t, just camp in their lobby until they have no choice.” she breathes out something close to a laugh through her nose.