It's almost inevitable, Byulyi falling in love with her. 

Needless to say about the charm of her on stage, walking confidently along the path to the audience and dropping such deadly moves that surely made anyone drool. The rapper has tried staying afar from the younger girl whenever she does that thing but Byulyi always, always, found her eyes coming back to the curves of maknae's body, trailing from her bosoms to her hips and thighs, at the same time put effort in not looking like a ert. Yongsun shoots her the glinting teasing look every time she let out a gasp, as amazed as the first time. 

But that is Hwasa. Everyone loves Hwasa. Even Yongsun - the straightest gay she's ever known on Earth - wants to tap that of Hwasa. 

And then, there is Hyejin. Ahn Hyejin, whiny when Byulyi accidentally eats her precious leftover, grumpy when Byulyi wakes her up a little too early in the morning, is the one seals the deal with her skipping beat heart. 

The mentioned woman is currently in her snuggly pyjamas, walking around Byulyi's kitchen with an apron tied to her waist and a sizzling pan in hand. 

Seriously, it's unfair for anyone to look that good in apron. 

Yongsun smacks her head, effectively shakes her out of the day - of night? - dream, and Hyejin's voice comes in mother's tone. 

"I swear you'll die at 20s if you keep eating like this, unnie.", Hyejin complains, doesn't even spare a look at the older women in the living room. "It's not that you're almost always at my house that you can bare your fridge like that!"

"I'm 30.", the rapper whines in return while buried herself in mountains of paper and sticky notes, evidences of their ongoing composing process.

They have wrote a few usable verses and more often than not spending time to tear and crumble the fail ones, throw them away even though aware of the waiting cleaning consequence of their action. 

Hyejin rolls her eye. "You'll die at 20s."

Yongsun cackles. Byulyi throws a paper ball at her. 

Put several dishes on the small table, Hyejin signs for unnies. "Come, unnie, eat, leave the work for awhile."

Yongsun sprints from her place, smell of tteokbokki at 2AM is the death of her diet. The younger one follows too, pulls Hyejin to an embrace and pecks the plump cheek. "Thank you. What would we do without you?"

"Probably starve and sick in the studio with your consumption of Cola, what else?"

"I agree", the leader said, nodding with a mouth of kimbap. 

Byul rolls her eyes, takes her seat on the opposite. "Just eat, Yong." The rapper pats besides. "Jinnie?"

"I'm full."

"Oh, you can go to bed if-"

Before any of the older can urge her to take a break, Hyejin sits down, crawling to her girlfriend. In the awe of Yongsun, Byulyi naturally opens her arms to take the maknae in. Hyejin plops her cheek on Byul's shoulder, legs wrap around her hips, takes her hair aside for Byulyi not accidentally swallow some. 

"This is not practical for eating, you know that, dear?"

Hyejin's voice muffled in the lose shirts murmurs, with a tiny hint of threat. "Shut up."

So they are there, 2AM of a Sunday, in Byulyi's apartment, the couple literally inseparable and Yongsun can do nothing about it. They continue the late meal with their maknae still clinging to Byul, doesn't say a word more. Yongsun and Byulyi almost has no more mundane thing to share, consider they were in two consecutive shows just in one day. The duo simply never stop talking, in the waiting room and in front of the camera. For now, they sit in a comfortable silence, the rapper sometimes throws comments here and there about their upcoming concert, keeps the conversation flows nicely. 

Byulyi puts some fish cakes in the leader's bowl, she nods as a thanks. The dishes are emptying up, their chatter goes softly as the speakers play some foreign jazz songs on Hyejin's playlist, again and again. 

By the time they are full and Yongsun opens a can of beer for her sister-from-another-mom, and a box of strawberry milk for herself, Hyejin is already asleep. Sh