“There you go,” Kazuha takes a sharp intake of breath, closing her eyes as she shakes her head, “you’re teasing me again.” Yunjin widens her smile, chuckling. “Because maybe it’ll soothe your nerves.” “It doesn’t help.”   A hum. “Then I’ll stop.”  

“Her,” Kazuha says suddenly, her index finger extending to point at one particular figure within Chaewon’s arm in the photo, “Chaewon-unnie, Sakura-unnie, who is she?”