#seocrowned.

💬[kkt.] You know me. I do. I always do. 💬[kkt.] I miss you too. If you’re in Seoul it’s morning for you. Good morning, Hyuna. The world has yet another day as a gift for you. Let me know how you’ll spend it. I’ll wait for pictures. 💬[kkt.] Can you guess where I am? [ attachement ]

Hyuna would love this place. The place where the palm trees swayed and the smell of a warm summer breeze awakened dormant senses. With that thought, the heat pushed in on Seohyun and perfumed air of Balian resort took her back in time. She remembered it clearly; that summery evening when all of her colors belonged to the setting sun.

As the minutes ticked by, similar picture began to form. Joohyun watched how the ball of light soaked in the cool water and how the oranges and purples transformed into the inky sky impregnated with stars. The woman smiled a small smile. For the first time in a long while she had not to worry about dividing her time. This particular evening, all of the time belonged toher.

Deep down she wondered. She wondered whether Hyuna had such a place too. The place where she could only gain and not lose.

Of Bali she had such fond memories. Of Bali she both loved and despised the heat, cherished the endless flourishing taste of its fruits, the blue of the sea she could only dip a toe in, the breeze of the night that would calm the scorching touch of their sun. But more importantly than anything else, of Bali she’d grown to love a fruit that’d turned itself into a symbolic part of her life and of the song she’d been filming two years ago. 

kkt - My pineapple country? 

But even with all of those remarkable and unforgettable traits that the country had held for her, the city had given her. She still had to cheat her way through researching Seohyun’s recent news to tell where she was. Her memory of it was from he ground after all, decent excuse absolutely, not from wherever it was that Seohyun had taken that shot. A gorgeous one. Hyuna felt both envious of it and very taken it by the sight. 

kkt - Someone once told me, the beauty of a picture, whether of a person, or a place, or anything at all, depends on how the photographer perceives it.  kkt - I feel peace with this one, did Bali make you feel like that? 

Now that the inquiry was put out. Now that she had gingerly saved the photograph for herself and she was ready to walk her way back to Cube HQ and get to the dancing studio before she’d start to be running late. Now she could quickly answer as to how her day was going.