"Ah! Oppa is so hot!" 

Yoojung wipes the food Somi has sprayed off her face, eyes still glued to the TV. BTS sunbaenims are truly mesmerizing. They have such a cool aura. And they're so in sync. Yoojung could never look away from their performances.

"Eh. They're alright."

That takes Yoojung's attention off of the television.

"Eh?" Yoojung is incredulous. What a betrayal. And from Doyeon no less. Just when you think you can trust someone...

"I mean, they're fine, but I don't love them or anything."

"Not loving BTS sunbaemins is like not loving Beyonce!"

Chungha pops her head in at the mention of Beyonce. She looks around the room, sensing the conversation isn't about her idol and disappears back into the kitchen.

"I just don't love them."

Yoojung is confused. "But didn't you say you wanted to be a part of BTS sunbaenims if you were a guy?"

"Yeah. If I were a guy, I'd want to be in BTS. You can stop tacking the sunbaenims onto the end, you know."

Yoojung's brow was furrowed. This was confusing. "Wait. You want to be them but you don't like them?"

"I never said I didn't like them. I said they're alright."

"B-but," Yoojung has always thought Doyeon was just as big a fan. They learned all the choreography together. Did she feel like she had to? Was Yoojung forcing her the whole time? "We danced to them. At Fantagio." Yoojung felt the tears prickle up. How inconsiderate was sh