#with minjun.

truth be told, saetbyeol does not care much about being a good labelmate, let alone a good senior. for years, she’s been largely uninvolved with sodapop. the members did not intrigue her enough to risk developing any friendships within the group, lest their territorial fanbase find out and tear her to pieces; but nowadays, she finds herself tiptoeing towards them regardless. loneliness, maybe, either the realization she’s been signed to ydh for six years and hardly has the connections to show for it, or an epiphany that the boys are real people. whatever it is, they don’t bother her like they used to—so when the elevator opens its doors and minjun is inside, she doesn’t flinch like she might’ve months ago. she simply steps in with a polite bow of her head and presses the button for floor four.

the doors close. once it’s just the two of them with the background music of a tacky elevator song, she starts regretting her choice—maybe she should’ve taken the stairs, after all. there’s no problem with minjun, really, it’s just that she feels obligated to make small talk, and she doesn’t know him near well enough to do a good job at it.