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“I sometimes like to send out friendly texts to certain idols to remind them practice harder. I think the last one I sent was to Sebin, but don’t tell him that.”

"All that glitters is not gold, it’s the color yellow in these eyes I behold."

There is a soft scent of perfume floating around; the room warm from a previous blow-dryer and Dawon’s hair is gathered up into small, plastic, gray rollers. Seated at the vanity, phone clutched in one palm and her free hand folded neatly in her lap the girl sits wrapped in a white robe, waiting for her cold perm process to be over.

“So," she starts, voice slightly up-beat. Her eyes remain on the phone screen, reading over a message she rather not reply to. "I heard you landed a spot on KBG's Party People.” Her words are directed to the male that sits on a loveseat behind her.

Their meeting was a mere coincidence. Just the day before her manager had scheduled this appointment in light of her Guerilla Date shooting. The word around was that the salon had at first declined to accept an appointment at such short notice, but upon knowing who the client was, they had no other choice but to free up some time. This is what people often described as "the privileges of being an idol."

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JEON AERA MIGHT AS WELL BE LIVING with her fists up, knees curled, and feet high above her hips with how truly sincerely she takes everything PERSONALLY. and not to be d r a m a t i c, but that's how she's basically living anyway.

in aera's defense, she's been having a TEENY-TINY little problem with sasaengs— yup, those very fans who people just love to hate and hate to love. and who are ABSOLUTELY PERSONAL; too personal.

[ S E R I O U S L Y . IS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR A LITTLE BIT OF PRIVACY?! ]

so you know what? sue her for the rapidly-beating heart and the way her mouth dries with fear at the sound of quickening footsteps— a glance over her shoulder confirms her fears. she's being followed. don't freak out, j e o n   a e r a.

BUT OH GOD, OH GOD, OH MY GOD!! she literally has so much to live for it's not even funny. iota is (technically) just beginning their career. aera is (technically) someone's older sister. who's gonna take care of areum now? (yeah, yeah, she knows their older brother hamin is, ahem, technically around but . . . she fancies herself more important than that.)

so, again with an emphasis on 'not to be dramatic,' aera closes pretty eyes and looses a breath between rose-shaped lips.

"HEEEEEEEEE-YAAAHHHHH!!"

what follows is a . . . punch? if you can call it that. her thumbs are actually inside her fingers, for god's sake. it's more of a flail that happens to make contact with a strong jaw on a taller body, her feet askew and frankly very dumb-looking to a casual observer.

"yeah, that's right, buddy!" aera announces, chest puffed up as if her victim isn't standing there perfectly unruffled. "and there's more where that came from, too!"