Watching Yong perform was a little like having dual vision. Like a superimposed image. Mata Hari onstage, being beheaded and Yong, bone tired but still as passionate and excited as ever while she practiced her songs or rehearsed her lines or learned her dances for weeks and weeks and weeks. || or, moonsun on Mata Hari opening night

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When you find out that Sunggyu has a kiss scene in an upcoming musical and you get a little jealous/mad about it.