“well ... how do you know?” despite existing characteristically as a well-mannered and overly-polite young woman, nothing could change the fact that park yorae is a nineteen twenty year old girl. nothing but time, of course - but the moment is now, and as of now, sometimes her childish tendencies get the best of her. thus, when the other idol bursts her bubble, claiming that fairies aren’t real - she all but has a conniption. 

she fails to realize just how juvenile her belief in a handful of mythical creatures is. none of her group members have ever really instilled in her a more “adult” point of view ... though admittedly, even if they tried, she probably wouldn’t accept it. it makes her happy, thinking that these magical and secretive beings are out and about in the world. for someone to so vehemently tell her otherwise is a rude awakening - and she very well chooses to stay asleep. 

“if they’re not real, then who puts the little dew droplets on the leaves every morning, even in the summer? and how do the flowers come back to life after winter?” she knows, and has been told, that science alone can answer these questions. and while she believes that to a high degree, it can’t all be science, can it? what more is science than what a myriad of humans have come up with? if fairies don’t appear to humans, how would they know? 

“they are too real, oppa!” she declares stubbornly, pouting something fierce, “you’re just a party pooper.”

@klouvi

“It is very much a bad idea… don’t tell me you already tried it.” the red head made a face of disgust, obviously judging the fellow idol’s choice of beverage swap. There was a belief that it would all go in to the same place, which in reality was the truth but for taste that was a whole different story.

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy  

        ♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.

            Just for a moment, he said. I won’t fall asleep, he said.             She should have known by now that when Luke’s tired — he’d fall asleep just about anywhere. Her lap being no expection. And how come she hadn’t noticed? Oh well. A shrug of her shoulder, and she smirked to the view; a sounlessly sleeping young man. Poor guy must have been working hard, she knew fairly well of his tight schedules and overwhelming days. Perhaps a nap would’ve been a good idea for him. 

I feel like you just threw mad shade my way.

Me? Throw shade? I would never! Especially if it was at one of my very good friends name Luke.