Ryujin thinks Lee Chaeryeong looks like a song. The one you listen to while driving after a long day of exhausting work, the one that feels warm and welcoming and simply beautiful, a combination of a poem and rhythm — lifting Ryujin up with gentleness only distinctive to her.

Jimin loves riding elevators.

Ningning bit the insides of her cheek, eyes grazing Giselle’s face with so much admiration. She has never felt like this before. Sure, she had fallen in love with strangers during her morning commutes here and there, and adored some members of their school choir, but none of them feels as extreme as this one.

Winter stayed put, watching Karina say her vows. And even then, her heart still flutters, taking it all.