Bae Suji: 21 years old. Ballet dancer, animal lover, only child.

✣ ► “You just seem like you’re caught up in your own world, free to think about things that don’t have to kill you from the inside. But, maybe that’s just a pretense--or maybe I’m not that good at observing people... I’m Suji, by the way.” She bowed her head towards him slightly, then stuck out her hand for a shake, unsure as to which method he preferred to greet others.

     Changsoo’s own smile turned bright at the new information, glad to find that he had something in common with the female. “Primo ballerino with pointe training, but I don’t really take classes to I had my shoes painted– they’re crimson red and I’m not even ashamed. They’re mostly a stage prop at this point.” His shoulders raise up some before falling in a slight shrugging motion, hands moving to push into the back pockets of his distressed jeans. Despite the cold air ( how dare winter decide to show up after the first day of spring ) he was wearing clothes that showed off a good chunk of his legs, the rips starting mid-thigh and extending all the way down towards his ankles where they disappeared into his favorite pair of doodled-on Timberlands. The idol had never been too keen on fashion to match the season– at least not a serious extent. Besides, he was partially in denial of the cold. It was spring time and he was going to dress like it was spring time. “I’m honestly not asking people to agree or like or understand what I’m saying or whatever, I’m just asking for the respect that comes with letting me like what I like and all of that fancy political shit. It took a lot of balls for me to do what I did I guess, and I had staff members of my former company trying to talk me out of it– but my friends supported my decision and I wanted to make a difference in this extremely repressive country that we live in. It’s time we exited the stone ages and entered this generation.”

✣ ► “Ah, a premier danseur. Crimson red slippers would probably look very dramatic on stage, a great way to capture an audience's attention. I definitely approve.” Tugging the sides of her jacket tighter around her, she looked down at the male’s clothing in slight shock. “Aren’t you cold? Perhaps we should continue this conversation inside? Would you like a warm drink? There is a Starbucks somewhere near. However, if mainstream coffee is somewhat offensive to you, there is this cute chibi bear Japanese coffee cafe around the corner. A little more of a walk.” 

     “It honestly took me a long time to get to the point where I am now– years, because for the longest time it was drilled into my head that I needed to be a mans man. Stack the fire wood, fix shit around the house, and yet my parents put me into ballet when I could barely walk because my older sister refused. I certainly don’t blame my fans for what they think, I never do. Not everyone has the same belief system as me and I don’t expect them too, I just expect some level of respect… ya know? I don’t think that’s too much to ask. I don’t really plan on submitting myself to traditional values any time soon– at least not most of them. I’m not too keen on the idea of stereotyping. Everyone should be allowed to be their own person. Unless you’re a serial killer, you cannot be a serial killer.”

✣ ► “Ballet? You dance ballet? I dance ballet...” Suji’s voice drifts off once she catches wind of her favorite pastime, for a second forgetting the current topic, but then snaps out of it soon enough. “Of course, you should have your respect. As should everyone. I do not believe people truly want to conform into some mold that society has presented them, not in their hearts. The immense amount of pressure, however, can be hard to deal with. I applaud you for being yourself in the public eye. But you are right, you cannot be a serial killer.”

“I see strength in sensitivity. To be able to express yourself in a light not typically viewed favorably by society or even the majority of your own friends and family, that is something harder to do than to deny yourself to feel emotions. To those fans who are trying to mislead you, don’t blame them. They were sheltered and were raised to believe that attractive men are stoic men. Women are repressed, but so are men. We all have to succumb to traditionalist values at some point.”

✣ ► There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with her metrocard, so she wondered why the boy questioned when she moved to slide it. “I’m not quite sure what you mean by that. Is there something wrong with this subway?”

Being able to find someone you click with so naturally is the best feeling ever. You feel like you’ve been best friends you’re whole life, it feels like you’re coming home. You’re so comfortable with them. Maybe that’s what a soulmate is. Not someone who shares every single thing in common with you, but someone who feels like home.