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"Hey little rabbit,” Byunghun calls out, hopping the last few steps to catch up with the idol on the street. He makes sure he’s not calling too loudly in case she’s trying to avoid being seen but enough that he’s certain it’ll call her attention. “What’s the rush? You late for something?”

❝ my aesthetic is... lonely parts of big cities in hot summer nights. the asphalt of the road smelling from the warm temperatures. an occasional breeze floating through the streets. a cloudless nightsky with a bunch of stars twinkling. the sight of literally not a single soul, just me strolling along while the streetlamps light the way. that’s when i completely feel at ease. ❞

“Don’t be too busy with your comeback to see me, understand?” He teases in mock reprimand, blowing air at her ear playfully before he rests his head back down. “I’ll miss my mischievous little faerie.” 

A few blinks in utter lack of comprehension, lasting a beat, two, three —“Ah, I… I think I did for a sec’,” he admits honestly, a bashful laugh bubbling out of him as he lifts a hand to hide his smile, glancing sidelong at his friend next to him. Apologetic, and grateful for her concern, Byunghun bows his head, leaning the side of it on one of her petite shoulders, rubbing against it affectionately. “I’ve been struggling with writing and composing lately. I’m trying to come up with some new songs, mostly some rap tracks, but nothing’s coming out well so far.”

       &.  “  — no. ” his response is CURT, but he can’t to find enough energy to give a longer, more elaborate answer — and he assumes that by the way he curls into himself, presses his fingerpads into his heavy eyelids and yawns every thirty seconds, the answer is quite obvious. “ maybe. i don’t know. ”