It feels oddly domestic and perfect — this unconscious dynamic — even romantic in a sense; just two sleep-deprived students willingly screwing their lives for a chance at a profession that wouldn't even bat an eyelash if they dropped dead. Yeah, very romantic.

The thing knocks at the back of her head relentlessly. Nayeon thinks about it for a second before she opens the door, welcoming it with a side-eye and a groan, and finally allowing herself to melt in a long-overdue acknowledgement. I'm in love with Myoui Mina.

Minjeong fell in love twice. 

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.

Joy broke Seulgi's camera and she now she has to pay, only not with the usual currency.