There’s been something different about Byul these last few weeks. She’s been carrying herself differently, and it takes a while for Yong to pin it down. It’s that spark of something she caught months ago, except now it’s not really a spark anymore. It’s a supernova. || or, Byul's biggest Second World supporter has always been Yong.

Watching Yong perform was a little like having dual vision. Like a superimposed image. Mata Hari onstage, being beheaded and Yong, bone tired but still as passionate and excited as ever while she practiced her songs or rehearsed her lines or learned her dances for weeks and weeks and weeks. || or, moonsun on Mata Hari opening night

When she wakes up the next day, it’s to a sudden bright stream of sunlight that ades their room. Once she finally blinks the sleep away, Yong can just make out Byul’s silhouette against the glass doors to their room’s balcony, hair still messy from sleep and pajamas hanging loose and rumpled about her shoulders. || or, my take on their entire Kpopflex weekend

Sometimes, Byul thinks, it would be easier if she loved Yong less. But that’s the thought that hurts the most, more than any of the others, because Byul doesn’t want to go back to how she and Yong used to be before they professed their feelings. Not because she thinks they would be any less closer, or because she thinks they would go back to fighting at least once a month again— but because of the simplest reasons. It makes her happy to love Yong. To know that Yong loves her. It is a

“Missed you today.” Byul says, honestly, simply. Yong feels jealous of how easily she can share her affection like that. She wants to be able to do the same. Instead she says, “We just saw each other the other day.” Byul shrugs, “You know what I mean.” Yong does, but she won’t say that out loud. || or, a behind the scenes peak at what happened AFTER Yong ended her VLive