A faint red light greets Wendy when she opens her dorm room, the string tangled in under the bed sheets, the legs of a chair and then around the study table, until it falls past straight to her feet. The string moves as lithe arms wrap around her, the familiar scent of lavander invading her senses.

Seulgi tells her about Seungwan. Her eyes curve into crescent moons, smile so bright Joohyun can’t help but smile back.  It helps, somewhat, to swallow down words of regret, teeth clenched shut afraid they let out the anger that, over the years, simmered down to hurt.  “She met a girl.” S