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IT ISN’T PARTICULARLY DIFFICULT TO FIND LEE BOBAE. in a room pulled taut with hollow gestures, vain repetition of the most nauseating of platitudes, the way bobae holds herself seems to saturate the entirety of her being in a crown of her own light. a halo of warmth. ring of petal. ryu yeonhee once heard her older brother call bobae the wildflower of the season. and now, wading through a crowded room with him in tow, anticipating the amicable curve of her smile, well. yeonhee is inclined to agree. “miss bobae,” she begins crisply. there’s something of a smile at the corners of her lips. “my brother has asked me to escort him over. i’ll have you know he was quite insistent.”

following this introduction, yeonseong dips his head into a sheepish bow of address. “yeonhee’s words often favor exaggeration, but her claims are not unfounded. i have been wanting to find you.” when he lifts his head, the arc of his mouth softens. “i’ve gotten word that your friend’s previous match was a bit… generous with his affections, bobae. she isn’t too disheartened by it, i hope?”

sena  was  a  creature  that  operated  on  whimsy  and  novelty  first,  tedious  pragmatism  and  feasibility  second.  he  cared  little  for  the  hierarchical  structures  that  governed  the  stuffy  corporate  echelons,  and  he  scoffed  at  constraints  and  pranced  over  drawn  lines  as  though  they  were  never  there  to  begin  with.  which  was  why  he  barely  acknowledged  the  fact  that  his  target  for  the  day  was  from  a  different  label  than  his  own;  the  entire  hydra  family  was  his  playground,  and  everyone  needed  only  to  delight  in  having  him  amidst  their  ranks.

that  day,  both  the  male  and  female  trainees  were  brought  to  hydra  japan's  headquarters  for  some  bureaucratic  reason  or  another  that  sena  had  little  interest  in,  especially  since  he  had  other  pressing  matters  to  attend  to  at  the  time.  but  he  made  sure  to  let  his  personal  secretary  know  that  he  should  be  notified  the  moment  they  were  released  or  had  even  a  few  minutes  to  spare,  because  that  would  then  be  sena's  time  to  swoop  in.

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GIRLNEXTDOOR (걸넥스트도어) 2ND MINI ALBUM - "FOCUS" LEE BOHYUN

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HYDE ACADEMY 학원 HYDRA Next Debut Project LEE BOHYUN

2026.04.27 10:00 (KST)

"bohyun-ah, hurry your legs," nayoung calls out, a sharp little bell of authority. she is moving across the cobblestones with a grace that is very demure, but her heels click a rhythm that says get out of my way or get stepped on. she has spent exactly twenty minutes being "extra charming" to the head stylist, which mostly involved nayoung speaking a dramatic, broken french she learned from a private tutor who eventually quit — and now? now she has the keys to the kingdom. or in reality, the keys to the "archive rack" for the filming.

minah is wearing sunglasses too big for her face (borrowed from miru) and behind the camera crew, since she's testing how far she's allowed to drift before someone clears their throat and says her name in that please behave voice since it's filming day. bohyun is beside her who is a new member in the formation. unfamiliar. "you alright?" she says, not looking over yet, fingers hooked into the strap of a little canvas bag.

HE’S MANAGED TO FIND BOHYUN AMIDST ALL THE MOVING PIECES— performance directors and sound engineers. gaffer tape. the harsh heat of industrial LEDs. a miracle, as far as he’s concerned, when it’s the largest venue the majority of them have ever had the privilege to perform in, somewhere that makes yeonseok’s high school gymnasium look inconsequential by comparison. he wonders how anyone had ever been able to see him, then.

selah perches at the edge of the academy pool as if waiting for someone to paint her. wings folded tight, halo dimmed to a polite glow so she doesn't accidentally smite the lifeguard. she looks like she belongs here, all light and reflection, an angel haunting the tiles for recreational purposes. however, she can't swim. at all. she insists "it's because water's terribly clingy." the water ripples once. then twice. then bohyun surfaces, and selah beams the way the sun does when it's overcompensating for a cloudy forecast.

"darling," selah sighs, halfway through recounting something positively indecent, leaning down until her reflection nearly kisses the pool's surface. "pick your poison: who's fallen in love, who's fallen off something tall, which demon got kicked off the cheer roster for arson. and before you ask," she adds, flicking her eyes toward bohyun with pointed drama, "yes, i do want new gossip from you. give me dirt on you pretty sirens, i want to scream."

the room is all chlorine-soft, moonlit, thick of girlhood and trouble, so much trouble. selah dips her fingers into the pool, swirling lazy spirals of light like stirring a cauldron instead of water. "come on then," she coaxes, wickedly pleased with herself. "swim closer. i need you to hear this up close, i refuse to repeat myself when i'm about to ruin someone's entire week."