The industry is competitive.

It’s competitive and cruel and destructing and so you’re used to worry about everyone.

Currently, you’re worried about Chaewon the most.

Having eyebags that deep can’t be healthy. She’s been practising until her voice comes off hoarse, and your attempts to get her to rest fall on deaf ears. So when Hitomi comes in, you heave a relieved breath. Hitomi gives you a smile and silently cradles Chaewon’s cheeks. Presses a kiss to her head, whispers, “Let’s sleep,” and Chaewon buries herself into Hitomi’s embrace, nods obediently against her chest.

“With you?”

“Of course.” Softer, promising. “With me.”