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YEONSEOK HAS MADE HIMSELF A COFFIN OUT OF MINAH’S BED. fresh off a post-practice shower, skin rubbed raw and red and radiating heat, he lies motionless in it: too alive to be mistaken for a corpse, and yet, he hopes she’ll still mourn him all the same. it’s nearing the end of february. it’ll be spring soon, and yeonseok has historically been good with change. haru had flown out a month ago, and yeonseok had learned what it was to live without him, resigned himself to learning this about the others too: bohyun. jaeyi. but not minah. — not yet.

FT. @hdmiru & @hdminah

naimara's laugh shatters it wide open, wild above gangnam's neon pulse. the moon hangs low enough to taste, a sugar pearl stuck between the city's teeth, and she's upside down on her broom again, hair streaming like a comet, eyes full of trouble. the traffic below looks like a thousand sleeping dragons in red and gold; she tips her broom so close to the rooftops that the tip of her boot kisses a billboard for bubble tea. "come on, slowpokes!" she yells, splitting the clouds. "what's the point of being witches if you're scared of a little turbulence?"

she flips [actually flips] one leg hooked around the broom, the other kicking free, sparks trailing from her heel as if the night itself were clapping. a startled pigeon bursts past, squawking like a chorus line. somewhere behind her, she can hear mirai and minae close behind her and that means she's absolutely going to try again.

when he did, suzu quietly slipped into one of the unused rooms, not realizing he didn't close the door all of the way. the call awkward but safe enough, they both asked, he got told a bit about his father's condition and then the guilting rolled in. trying to convince him to give up his dreams of being a singer.

it didn't take long for the call to become an all-out shouting war. suzu barely realized he had started to yell himself until his dad was upset about it. so he didn't wake for another barbed word, he ended the call himself, taking a few deep breaths. but it wasn't until he turned around that he realized the door had opened just a little more and another trainee was standing there. standing there and they heard him be so unlike himself, or at least the self that most of the trainees knew.

quickly suzu shot the other a stressed smile, willing it to reach his eyes. "i'm sorry you had to hear that." maybe they didn't understand much. there had a been a few moments that would slip in and out japanese. "wasn't professional to do in the company, just ignore everything you saw. normally, i don't go yelling about my dirty laundry where anyone can hear it."

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haru  had  a  blatant  distaste  for  tokyo,  or  at  the  very  least,  the  visceral  reality  of  existing  within  it.  the  miso  soup  was  wrong—salty,  not  mildly  sweet—and  the  udon  was  drowned  in  a  dark,  murky  broth  that  lacked  the  clear,  elegant  gold  of  the  kelp  dashi  from  home.  muscle  memory  also  betrayed  him  every  time  he  stepped  onto  an  escalator;  his  innate  instinct  to  stand  on  the  right  immediately  drew  the  silent,  rushing  ire  of  the  metropolis,  forcing  him  into  a  swift  correction  to  the  left.  topping  off  this  geographical  hostility  was  the  sheer,  suffocating  volume  of  human  bodies  congregating  in  the  capital,  compounded  by  staggering  numbers  of  tourists.

frankly,  haru  forgot  why  he  was  here.  he  had  listened  with  mechanical  attention  when  the  managers  recited  their  itinerary  in  the  morning,  but  his  auditory  processing  effectively  shut  down  the  moment  the  word  'party'  was  uttered.  he  assumed  it  was  a  networking  function  designed  to  strengthen  the  sprawling  bonds  beneath  the  HYDRA  umbrella.  perhaps  under  different  circumstances,  haru  might  have  entertained  the  concept  of  socialising.  however,  possessing  the  comfortable  safety  net  of  his  peers  within  immediate  proximity,  he  elected  to  remain  firmly  anchored  within  their  isolated  bubble.

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GIRLNEXTDOOR (걸넥스트도어) 2ND MINI ALBUM - "FOCUS" BANG MINAH

there's been so much happening in the span of the past few months that bohyun can't even remember what day of the week it is. but she's not complaining. she would never as this is everything that she's been dreaming of.

"is it masochist of me to say that i'm enjoying how full-packed our schedule is?" the question's targeted toward minah who happens to be beside her as they're on standby before their group photoshoot. it seems they've been drowning in shoots and activities, but that's just proof of how well they're doing, right?