Gahyeon is graceful, feet landing on the ground with such precision that the rehearsal markings are barely needed.

Humming along the soft tone of the radio in the kitchen, Yoohyeon finished tying her tie in the mirror, hair already tied up.

Yoobin watched the sun go down, slowly, already at the threshold of their house.

The kitchen smelled like herbs.

It’s been a while since Minji had talked to anyone from back home, but she had ran away to Norway for a reason that she barely remembered.