"Do I look okay?" Solar had asked, her face flushed with excitement and her hair, Moonbyul admitted, a mess.

Moonbyul bit her lip. "You look fine, unnie," she said, in the most serious tone she could muster, trying to control her quickening heartbeat as she looked into Solar's eyes. "You always do."

If Solar had thought that anything was off, she didn't say, and instead smiled shyly- and somewhat gratefully, before speeding up to catch up with Wheein and Hwasa, leaving Moonbyul in her thoughts as she walked down a New York sidewalk, the familiar yellow of taxis speeding by on rain-drenched tarmac.

The problem was that Solar just didn't know how perfect she was, Moonbyul had sighed as she looked at Solar's retreating form longingly.