#rep.s

normal. the word lingers in her mind as she doesn’t exactly know what normal is at this point in time.

“well, what is your definition of normal? ‘cuz hell, i’m lost on what normal is after everything i have been through.” although yuna prefers not to let others bring out her past, she’s completely fine with it on her own accord. while she shakes her head as she thinks about her time before being under source, yuna showed a slight smile, a sly chuckle following after. “whatever, i should really just forget about the past.”

question wasn’t what was in the drawer, but how did she find herself in beast’s dorm?

“i’m not that kind of girl that snoops around looking for whatever! you’re fine oppa!” a light chuckle emitted from the tip of his lips. “however, you being flustered makes me curious. at least tell me what’s in it!” a large smirk was put upon her involuntarily as she asked the question. she was comfortable around gikwang, which wasn’t like yuna to not feel any source of nervousness around someone who’s been in the industry far longer than she has. that in mind, to quit her smiling, yuna turned around and stretched her mouth in weird positions before turning her attention back to gikwang. “sorry, oppa!”

“how does anyone suck at being human? we’re all human, unless you’re some kind of mutation i don’t know of!” yuna squinted her eyes towards the other male while turning her head to the side slightly, an unsure smile placed on her face. “studied?  you got something coming up or–?”

smiling is hard. it’s one of the hardest things to put on her face when she wasn’t in the mood. or when it’s her time of the month. “i can’t force myself to smile, otherwise it’ll look weird. if only i could do it so naturally, but i just can’t. it’s one of the most difficult things for me when i’m just not feeling it you know?” as an idol, it’s inevitable. either be happy or stay in the dorm trying. when showing any kind of dissatisfaction, fans will create their own stories, and she was definitely aware of that. “i don’t know how most people do it, like honestly!”

“what’s the rush?” more often than not, yuna prefers to be in the now rather than worry about the future. even if it meant contradicting her path as an idol, she loves to just go with the flow and let situations come her way. “honestly though, what’s your definition of home? the dorm or where you grew up?” a smile formed on her face as she posed the question. “’cuz for me, home is the dorm, and family is gfriend.”

“but what if i don’t really know what i’m trying to say?” needless to say that she wasn’t really sure of what the topic at hand really was. despite her knowledge of things that she shouldn’t really know at her age, she’s mature enough to take it lightly (or not depending). the older male did ask the question abruptly, and she didn’t really know how to respond or say. “honestly, what are we even talking about?”

thrill.

the one word she loves to hear. thrilling actions and events give her life, other than being up on stage of course. she would give up anything to be on stage, but often does she hesitate when thrill comes close to her way. “thrill or fright? two completely different things, but i mean for me it’d be a bit of both!” excited as she was, she wasn’t really sure whether or not everyone would be down for the initial plan to go to a real haunted house.

stench lingers the room. no one really knows where it’s coming from, but they’ve tried the strongest stench remover around they had. febreze. “what the fuck is it anyway?” the revolting aroma was strong to the point where she had to hold her shirt under her nose in attempts to get rid of it.