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☺ a voice of a child singing

“Seul?” The man looked rather nervous as he scanned the dark room. He had no idea how he ended up in such a place. The only thing he knew for sure was that Seulgi had to be somewhere near here. He was so sure that he could hear her voice, somewhere in the distance. Suddenly pots and pans fell down, doors were flying open and closed, there was yelling and screaming to be heard, but still no sign of Seulgi. “Fuck.” The man cursed under his breath as he started to jog, looking at every room. “SEULGI” He yelled one more time, but there was still no reply. 

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There she was, sending Seulgi messages again. Not that she minded, it reminded her that she was cared for– or at least she thought that anyway but people remembered her. Of course they remembered her, it wasn’t hard to. Not with how she would act normally around people (well certain people anyway) but with Euijin, things seem to be different. She was more like a child around the younger– perhaps it was because she was a few years younger than the girl. That and they had something in common, dance. And dance seem to the biggest ground that they stood on. + received from euijin. ( sms. ) … ( sms. ) Are you dead? Before leaving the country, they often met up at a basement dance studio to dance their heart out– that is even if the younger had the energy to join Seulgi since the idol life seem to become tougher than usual. But that was only in Seulgi’s mind. Despite their differences and one common ground, Seulgi seem to enjoy the others company. Problem, liked it a little too much that she used it to a slight advantage. Almost using her, lying to her– who knew. Clearly Euijin didn’t… and apparently neither did Seulgi until she left. It’s been a month practically since Seulgi left without a word. Maybe to some here and there or some would only find out days after via sources on the internet due to netizens or even from others… strangely enough. + sent to euijin. ( sms. ) oh… no?! ( sms. ) i mean if i was dead i wouldn’t be texting back… would i? ^^ ( sms. ) but hello! sorry too busy with work and stuff but i have a lazy day today! ( sms. ) what’s new? what’s fresh?!!

— {★} — There wasn’t a day wherein Euijin stopped thinking about Seulgi. Everyday she had to pass the small building that housed their frequented dance studio before she reached her company building. From time to time, she’d venture away from her other group members while heading back home just to check on the place they’d rent out together. The idol missed her wanderlust friend day by day.

(SMS > Seulbear) Yah!!! I can sense your sass even from miles away ㅋㅋㅋ (SMS > Seulbear) how nice of you to be interested in my life for once! (SMS > Seulbear) I’ve been training as always (SMS > Seulbear) Guess where I am, though :D (SMS > Seulbear: IMG ATTACHED) x

                Euijin had no intention of visiting the place -- her feet just seemed to have had a mind of their own. The replies she received from the other girl hit her hard with an overwhelming wave of nostalgia. Each footstep she took wasn’t noticed by her as she was far too busy typing out her own reply. It was both a big shock and coincidence that she found herself a few staircases down the low-rise building near her dorm.

                Her hands immediately went for the railings that lined one section of the full-length mirrored wall. The cool metal felt familiar against her palm and fingertips, an image of the two trying to pull of pirouettes and grand jetes appearing. Eyes focused on her reflection, the twenty-year-old did a simple plie -- the first move that the both of them tried to perfect. She let out a laugh at herself, shaking her head as she couldn’t believe she actually thought about being an actual ballerina before the whole idol-life caught her attention.

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❝What are you - my mother?❞ She’s gone, Hana doesn’t care much about a figure who did absolutely nothing but break her down. Therefore, she doesn’t want anyone to resemble close to how her mother was. Constant demands, these high expectations that the young musician couldn’t even reach. It wasn’t her fault she was being nothing more than a human being. At least in the past when she wasn’t involved with such a toxic lifestyle.

Yet, this is how the pair is. Constantly bickering at each other and the annoyance molds into anger. The other woman’s voice becomes a constant ringtone that screeches into her ears the worst way possible. Wouldn’t it be a pity if red paints of her vision and she’s there hovering over Seulgi’s existence with a hand wrapped around that thin, pretty neck.

Substance of dirt is messily splotched over the palms that belong to Hana’s. Tongue clicked in obvious disapproval at the sight and how the other was informing her to do something she was bound to do. ❝Aw, but that’s a pity isn’t it? You aren’t.❞ Not that she listened to her own flesh and blood recently.

Lips puckered out mockingly, childish behavior is drawn over her movements. Flicking finger off, grains of it from previous encounter with a damn fool who couldn’t keep himself up on his own two feet. It’s so late by now, where’s her own break now? ❝But you act like her - you know what my mother used to do? Clean the shit herself.❞ Shrugging shoulders casually, Hana hums with her eyes trailing to the other. Lip twitched at the corner, finding a more private room to scrub off the evidence at least off of her body.

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