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[wschorong]

❀ ◡   Hello, lovelies! As you know, I have been on a hiatus for personal/family reasons and as of today, I am officially back! ( It seems like it’s been a rough month or so for everyone, so I hope you’re all doing well! ) But, because it’s been a while, I have decided that I will be dropping threads on Seojin and Chorong ( unless they’ve been started within the past month ) and I will be keeping everything on Hyunsoo though since they’re still pretty new. I have a bunch of plots on each one of their pages as well and am working on a couple open starters. If you’d like to do a new thread or plot, please like this post or shoot me a message on Tumblr IMs or my Discord if you’d like that! I’m currently working on a few things that will hopefully spark some more muse so look forward to that!

#🍒 ㅡ behind the scenes! ( ooc. )

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heavy is the head that wears the clown wig

#🍒 ㅡ at the core! ( muse. ) #hello!!!!! i will be making an ooc post about things tomorrow when the hiatus for me ends #i hope everyone's doing well #i love you!!

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❀ ◡ @wsnaeun

I am living in a very small box so even if I move a little, it’s like I’m touching the wall but for some reason I don’t feel stuffy.

A pair of pink lips moved with every syllable of the lyrics known by heart, the head of cascading dark brown hair bobbing along with the upbeat rhythm. All the while, her knee pressed against her chest, arms wrapped around it to hold steady as hands slathered on layers of nail polish on each of her toes. A bright red was suitable for her stage namesake. In the days since her debut, she became increasingly fond of the color.

Chorong lost count of how many days she spent in this state. Over time, a small indent formed in the center of her cushy mattress. ( The other side remained entirely untouched, packed to the brim with each of her precious Miffy plushies that she could roll over and latch onto with ease. ) It became part of her precious alone time in the room she shared with another member, in a dorm with four other girls ㅡ a solace from the busy schedule she had not yet grown accustomed to. When the other members of Dandelion were away on their own time ( or the company's ), she did not hesitate to put her music on without headphones, sing loudly, dance around the room with ease, and act out dramatics to ballads.

Though one member still lingered, it did not matter too much who. Surely each of them was used to her antics by that point. Chorong shuffled into the living room, phone held up in one hand to bring the music with her until she flopped down on the couch next to Nauen.

"You're still here, my precious Nana. What are you doing?" Music still playing, she scrolled through what appeared to be a mobile website for a restaurant. Typical. The two of them were the most notorious for indulging and splurging on take-out food. She could almost hear the berating tone of their manager in the back of her head, urging them about the importance of saving and learning how to cook but she would insist that it was best to spoil the youngest member with whatever she wanted.

"I'm ordering something. Do you want something? ... Probably yes, but I thought I should ask! They have seasonal things. There's even a new section for bubble tea and smoothies." Without warning, Chorong shoved the phone in Nauen's direction, a smile firm on her face. "It's all on me."

#with ㅡ naeun. #wsnaeun

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HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY TO DANDELION.

The fresh, unique girl group who will make your wish come true debuted one year ago today. As an anniversary surprise, Dandelion has been given their very first official lightstick which the girls will be introducing next month when they begin preparations for their next comeback. 

The lightstick has a light green handle and a light yellow hand strap with a leaf charm that dangles from the end of it. The light is an orb that sits firmly on top with a design in the center that resembles a white dandelion; around the iridescent orb is an elegant design that resembles leaves. Combined, it looks like the perfect dandelion in the grass that you can make your next wish on!

#🍒 ㅡ love cherry motion! ( career. ) #dandelion having the same anniversary as shinee

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ANGEL

( ... )

choosing to not acknowledge her thanks, angel brought his straw up to his mouth, taking long steps he knew the shorter girl would have a hard time keeping up with. “parnas mall.” he replied to her question, slowing his pace just a little once he’d realized that he might actually lose chorong if he kept it up like this. “i want to go to sephora – and maybe chanel.” “we can check out whatever stores you want too, if you want.” he added, words quieter this time, almost like he didn’t want to admit it. he didn’t want her to feel like he was just dragging her from place to pace, after all.

Chorong easily trailed along behind Angel’s long strides, her own in a clumsy shuffle to keep up with his pace. She clasped her hands to her chest, the cherry red bag ( like her stage namesake ), teetering against her torso. Finger clutched tightly around the drink she struggled to take the occasional sip of ㅡ the straw prodding against various parts of her face in her haste to down the entire thing as soon as possible. Any outsiders looking in should have seen the obvious discrepancy between them. Chorong, perhaps, appeared to care too much about what Angel thought, and Angel exuded his typical nonchalant persona. 

( It was an odd mirror of her high school experience with one or two girls her age ㅡ one the Dandelion member was not entirely aware of. Or perhaps she was too blissful in the thought of having a friend to notice. )

“Parnas Mall? ChㅡChanel!?” She choked out, a small dribble of the lemonade trailing down the corner of her mouth. A comical addition to her shocked reaction. The mere mention of countless brand names was enough to bring a pain to her thin wallet. Individual schedules did do well enough to fuel things like her affinity for food and Miffy collection but she has been advised to keep a tighter grip on her money. But the promise of a shopping trip with Angel would most likely see to her letting go of more than a few percentages of her savings.

“I don’t know... I’ve never been there before. Isn’t that, like, that really fancy mall with a bunch of luxury stores?” 

Chorong pursed her lips together. When she finally caught up to Angel’s pace, she gazed up at him with a pair of furrowed brows and a look of concern clear in her eyes. “We can go wherever! I just might have to window shop and stuff... Not that I don’t like to do that anyway!” She managed to switch her skeptical demeanor into a grin, then quickly broke into a forced chuckle. She might as well seem as if she was all for it. Without question.

“I heard that there’s a bunch of new lip gloss and eyeshadow colors in stores now! Let’s go get makeup first since that’s what we were gonna do first!”

#with ㅡ angel. #wshayan

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Dandelion’s Cherry (Han Chorong) has been selected as the new brand model and face of Pocari Sweat, a sports drink that restores ions and rehydrates the body, alongside the introduction of a new app, Sweat Market, to promote health tracking. This is the idol’s first big modeling project outside the group. Her face will appear next to the branding, highlighting her fresh and bright visuals that are sure to energize you.

Check out a behind the scenes shooting and anticipate Cherry’s version of the classic commercial!

[ +16,070 ] [ -3,930 ]

[ㅇㅇ] is it weird to say i really love dandelion advertisements?  [ㅇㅇ] wow i didn’t know jukyung was a commercial model?? LOL [ㅇㅇ] She’s so bright and energetic, I think it’s fitting [ㅇㅇ] la la la la La la la la~ I like Cherry. I’ll buy them!!! [ㅇㅇ] seriously why do we need models for a drink. it’s annoying

#🍒 ㅡ love cherry motion! ( career. ) #la la la la la la la la~ 날조아~

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❀ ◡ AERA

( ... )

in her panic she’d completely ignored the lollipop being offered in front of her. “is this for…me?” aera inquires, though she realizes soon enough the question is a bit redundant. “no, of course it’s for me, there’s no one else—” aera cuts herself off with another laugh, shaking her head. “i’m sorry, i’m not usually this….out of it. it’s just…“ overwhelming? too much these days? aera doesn’t quite know how to articulate it, but she catches herself just before she starts rambling to the poor girl who she’s just met. aera lets out a short sigh, and instead replaces the look of minor distress on her face with a small, albeit tired, smile. “if you had the time, would you mind showing me to the practice rooms?”

//

The way Aera addressed Chorong was jarring, at the very least. To be referred to as a senior artist was perhaps a bit much for her to fathom. It made her prone to stuttering ever so slightly, making every last attempt to recover from the precipice of embarrassment. ( Though still a rookie, this had to be a sign she was meant to act the part, allow her immature image to fade ever so slightly so she can enact the part of a reliable senior. ) 

She swallowed the nerves brimming in her throat and rolled her shoulders back into a prouder posture ㅡ after bowing in return to the other, of course. “Yes, this is for you!” The Dandelion member boldly reached out for Aera’s hand. She gently uncurled her fingers so she could gingerly place the piece of candy in her palm. Strawberry flavored ㅡ with a cream center. A clumsy action full of sincerity. “I can show you where you need to go!” She lifted her head to offer the other a bright smile before bouncing on her heels to face the other direction.

“It’s this way! It’s easy to get lost in here now...” Chorong’s tone easily told of the change in venue the company had undergone in the past six months alone. From the size of what felt like a simple corner business building to one that reached further up into the sky and towered over the street below. Something within her missed the cozy walls she grew so used to in those three years; even if it meant brushing shoulders with other people more often than not. 

She continued on the path, able to trace the steps like the back of her hand now. She clasped her hands behind her back as she walked backward, taking the time to examine the other’s face carefully. “Are you okay? You look tired. If you’re going to take a nap in the room, I promise I won’t tell anyone. I do it all the time.”

#with ㅡ aera. #wsaera

[wschorong]

HAN CHORONG  IN                 ━  𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝒀 AS 임주경

" Someone told me... that crying is a way to cleanse your heart. It’s all right to cry sometimes. You don’t have to pretend to be okay. ”

#🍒 ㅡ painting a picture! ( edit. )

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✿ ◡ @wsrieon

Ignorance is bliss.

Perhaps Chorong subconsciously held onto this phrase for years too strongly, allowing it to simmer in the back of her mind. Eventually, it read with the tone of her mother's condescending voice. It mocked her, and she began to detest the very nature of her own personality. Not that naivety was a particularly simple trait to kick when one is pegged as relatively simple themselves. She desperately clawed at every attempt to strip herself of these metaphorical social weights. Though, she would find herself burned many times in the process. ( She craved for her new phrase to be, "it is better to conquer yourself than a thousand battles" ㅡ even if she thought it difficult to live up to. )

When Chorong found herself in the possession of a new phone number, she was nothing short of ecstatic. A fellow person from Jeju and potential friend if she managed to get her act together.

Her initial text message was riddled with her own indecipherable dialect mixed from her childhood in Jeju and her habit of using other slang words and abbreviations mixed in. Surely, the tone could be well enough deciphered with her obnoxious sprinkling of emojis and stickers. It did not take too long for Chorong to realize she had been spamming an entirely different person. Her fingers clutching the phone twitched, itching to throw the device to cure the embarrassment.

There was no way of knowing how the person looked on the other side ㅡ if she started down at each message with a smirk laced in duper's delight. Chorong decided to take the plunge regardless, putting forth the bold ( in her opinion ) move to ask the questions first.

↻  흐흐 

Hello!! I was wondering i'm so dumb I realized we never exchanged names did we?? i want to give you a cuter contact name right now it's just a mystery emoji basically i'm chorong!!!!! (*^��^*)/

#with ㅡ rieon. #wsrieon #sorry this took so long!

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YOOJIN

( ... )

Yoojin second-guesses herself, and chooses the other song that she thought it could be. “..Red Velvet’s Be Natural?” Her answer is deemed incorrect, sitting back down in her chair with a sulky demeanor of utter defeat. It had been one of her first guesses, and she didn’t like losing. While the dance description is being fully explained after her pre-mature guess, Yoojin glances back and forth between Chorong and the host, not-so discreetly covering her mouth and silently miming her second guess. 

‘Sistar19′s M-Ma Boy.’

Although, Chorong really didn’t need her help. 

It was no secret that Dandelion as a whole were not the best group at variety shows. They were no fan favorite like Etoile nor did they have the infinite energy of similarly aged Blue.m. The company provided them with some advice on how they should act on shows ㅡ namely: don’t worry about being yourself. However, Chorong knew her true self was on the shy side, awkward, someone who stumbled over her words on a constant basis ( and sometimes made up entirely new ones ). Going on an Amazing Saturday off-shoot ( of all things ) was an immense amount of pressure on herself and her fellow member, Yoojin. She could see the nerves in the other’s eyes, moreso than her own. Before they were even sat brought out before the camera, Chorong made sure to reassure them both. It was her responsibility as the oldest member ㅡ something she often forgot.

More than an hour into filming, both of them appeared to be relaxing. It was still visible in Yoojin’s shoulders though. Each time Chorong passed by her, she made sure to place her hand on her shoulder or leaned down for a quick hug. Without being aware if it would play well to the cameras or not. 

They were obviously not chosen for their variety capabilities but after a while, Chorong became totally immersed in the concept. She was a self-confessed master of kpop songs, even naively bragging about it during her introduction. It earned her a few oohs and ahhs; attention that was enough to make her cheeks turn red. Knowing she would have to confidently guess a song and go out to the center to perform it to show her knowledge was enough to bring the color to her ears as well.

She briefly forgot about the nerves bundled in her stomach when Yoojin got the answer wrong. A wide smile came across her face, and she could not help but laugh at her fellow member’s pout, then attempt to nudge her toward the correct answer. ( She would have to playfully scold her for that later. ) 

“Cherry. Cherry!” Her hand shot up as she yelled out her own stage name. It was still so foreign sounding to her. “Sistar19′s Ma Boy!” When the host yelled out that she was correct, she let out a happy scream. It couldn’t be helped. Though she nearly stumbled over her own feet as she scrambled down to the front. Anything for free food. After she finished demonstrating the dance ( and hiding her face from embarrassment, she scurried over to the desserts ㅡ intensely eyeing the ice cream. But she was not quite done yet.

“I feel bad. Yoojㅡ Blue tried to give me the answer but I already knew it...”

#with ㅡ yoojin. #wsyoojin #ws:schedule0422 #SORRY IT'S SO LONG

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dandelionwbr 🍒 — A Bluejin and Chorry date after filming IDC. I had a good time and hope our Windies like it ... now... TO FEAST!

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#🍒 ㅡ check my timeline! ( socials. ) #ws:insta #ws:schedule0422

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ROHAN

( ... )

              “oh, hey. there you are.” his smile warms up softly as he finally catches her figure, and waves her over gently. “were you busy? we can look around the store and leave early, if you need to.” a part of rohan is forever grateful he’s not confined to the schedules that idols had. “also, i have a list of names. but i think it all comes down to when i get the hedgehog.” rohan mumbles. 

//

Leave it to Chorong to make a lapse in judgement with her scheduling. With almost a full year of being debuted in Dandelion, one would think that she would have gotten better by now at figuring out when to do things on her own time. Idol life was perfectly acceptable ( and enjoyable ) for her, it was managing what little there was of her social life that became the issue. She was not entirely accustomed to being the one to choose the place. Typically, she was the yes man, agreeing to whatever and wherever it was that the other person so desired. Her own enthusiasm when it came to adorable animals perhaps made her get ahead of herself.

The recording for her group's live had gone on for perhaps a bit too long, and she found herself becoming restless the longer the clock ticked past when she planned to leave. She did not way but five minutes after the live was ended to rush herself out the door, hands raised as she scuttled down the sidewalks like a lost duckling. Her arms brimming over with her purse, jacket, and a small journal full of her research notes ㅡ specifically pertaining to hedgehogs. 

“Rohan, hello!” She puffed out the greeting behind a rather dramatic wheeze for air. Despite her now wind blown hair and disheveled appearance, she still wore a bright smile. 

“Sorry! I had a schedule and it ran way later than I expected it to... I’ll make it up to you... look!” Chorong fumbled for the journal, opening it up to a page with a doodle of a hedgehog in a bed of flowers, along with a list of the animal’s favorite foods. 

“I got plenty of stuff gathered from forums and friends. Did you know that hedgehogs are lactose intolerant?! I think that’s pretty important.”

#with ㅡ rohan. #wsrohan #thanks so much for the starter!! ^^

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ANGEL

“took you long enough.” he complained as soon as the girl walked in, getting to his feet and pulling his straw to his lips. just as he was about to head out ( assuming that she would follow ) he stopped, turning to the table he’d been sitting at and grabbing the second drink he’d purchased, hastily shoving it in chorong’s hands. “here, i got you this. don’t say i’ve never done anything for you.”

//

The word naive would be best suited to Chorong. A picture of her was on fill display next to it in the dictionary. Her mother did always attribute her actions and thought process as "ignorance is bliss" ㅡ all to her detriment. Needless to say, her perception of other people was far off the mark. She, more often than not, gave those who may not deserve it second chances, passively allowed herself to be walked all over, and dismissed a hurtful remark as someone simply having a bad day. It was her belief that most people did not have a wicked bone in their bodies, Angel included. Could he have not earned his name if he was not one?

Naturally, she agreed to meet Angel at his behest. She was not one familiar with saying "no". The other had a notable soft spot for Angel ( and for most people ), only exacerbated by his association with Jeju. Not too many things could remind her of home as of late; not even the pictures of a beach or a mermaid. Nostalgia laid within people and breathing in the air. Though the trainee was not born and bred and she was, it was enough for her.

Chorong finally stumbled into the cafe, just a hair later than their agreed meeting time. She inhaled the last of her breathlessness with a befuddled gasp. "Oh, no! Was I really late!?" Whether Angel was currently fudging the truth or not went well over her head. She fumbled for her phone to check the time regardless but her hands already were made to carry the burden of an extra drink before she could do so. A drink ... for her?

She gazed up at Angel with wide eyes, an equally wide grin stretching over her glossed lips. "Thank you!" Her footsteps easily followed his without much of a second thought about it.

"Whㅡwhere are we headed to next? I'll just follow your lead!"

#with ㅡ angel. #wshayan #thanks foe the starter! ♡

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HANEUL

( ... )

“i’m okay.” he reassured once again, a tight smile on his lips as he looked at the bear in chorong’s arms, unable to look at her directly. “if i’m lucky, i’ll just have to sit out of the rest of this promotion. my … condition has been pretty stable, this was just a freak accident.”

at least, he hoped so. they were still waiting on test results and an x-ray of his knee, but he’d seen the doctors here enough to tell when they were actually worried about him. despite how much pain he was in, this didn’t seem like a career ending injury.

“thank you for coming, it means a lot to me.” his voice softened, ignoring the manager’s pointed glare as he reached over to take chorong’s hand, squeezing it lightly before releasing it. “you shouldn’t worry too much though, it’s not good for you.”

Chorong's concern could not be understated. Though, perhaps it was misplaced. She did not know Haneul, as well as his lurking manager, may have thought; under the impression that it seeped beyond surface level ㅡ yet, not far down enough. She so desperately wanted to. The Blue.M member’s constant struggle to get where he was today despite a physical condition was inspiring for her, to say the least.

There was a certain level of caution in the other's voice as he spoke to her ㅡ one she can only assume he reserved for his members. ( He was the leader, after all. ) It had an oddly calming effect. Coupled with his hand grabbing hers, Chorong could finally release the tension pulling on her shoulders. And she didn't want to let it go. Her fingers grip tightly over his as if he would float away like a balloon if she did. 

"S... sorry." She rubbed away the moisture that streaked down her face with her opposite hand. Her tendency to cry over the smallest things did her no favors. "I'm being... um. I shouldn't be acting like you're never going to get better. You're right!"

A sigh of relief finally escaped Chorong’s lips, and she made sure to shift them upward into a warm smile. “Anyway, I got you a bear!” She plucked the small stuffed animal from her lap and placed it into Haneul’s, patting the top of its head as she did so. Plushies often comforted her; though, she wasn’t so sure it would have the same effect on him. Ah well, it was the thought that truly counted.

“Once you get out of the hospital, make sure to let me know if you need any help with anything! I know you have your members and they’re really nice but... sometimes they can be real cry babies.” As if she was one to talk. Her eyes traveled quickly to the door at the manager, then back to Haneul. She wanted so badly to give him a comforting hug ( and stick her tongue out in defiance at the staff member ). But she should not dwell on how even a friendship could become so restricted.

“Oh! I could make you some cookies!”

#with ㅡ haneul. #haneulws

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SUJI

( ... )

Chorong seemed determined not to look Suji in the eyes, shy and nervous and withdrawn. Suji watched as familiar dark eyes looked at everything around them but her face. The building, the street signs, even the pretty flowers Suji held in her arms close to the chest. To say Suji expected another apology would be a lie. The first time Chorong apologized for how badly their relationship fizzled out and ended was awkward, one of the last encounters they had before Select began filming. It’s no less awkward and clumsy now, yet still endearing. Maybe she’s just more forgiving than she thought she was. 

“You don’t need to apologize again.” Suji sighed, her free hand brushing her short dark hair out of her face before looking Chorong in the eyes directly. “I’m not going to say it was okay, but it wasn’t unforgivable.” Suji tapped Chorong’s gloved hands, bringing them down so the two of them could look at each other. “I missed you too. How about we start with the explanation of things first, and we can see where it goes from there?”

Despite how sure she sounded, she couldn’t help but feel the slightest tinge of uncertainty, a question raising at the end of her own offer. 

The sniffling was preemptive. Behind the thick scarf, she sucked her lower lip in to still its quivering before it spread to her entire body. Her hands shook anyway. It took every modicum of self-control ( and desperation to remain with a last shred of dignity ) not to dive onto all four in a bow. There were better ways to be apologetic ㅡ it seemed as if her offer of flowers was doing well enough. She would know if only she had the courage to look up at Suji. She prepared every bit for the other girl to easily brush past her. Not for this.

Perhaps the saying was true: absence made the heart grow fonder. The further she fell away from Suji, the more she came to realize how severe of a mistake she made. There she was, with her litany of incorrect assumptions and not one sliver of self-esteem to push her forward. Had she not been so riddled with doubt, despite their relationship, where they stood now could have been completely different. Back then, they were both entirely different people. Chorong, a bright-eyed trainee, and Suji, an idol struggling to pull through a sudden rise and drop from fame. A drastic change in matters of the heart could have done nothing to help.

“I can’t help but say sorry... It’s kind of a habit. Because I really do feel sorry all the time. Um...”

 The admission emerged in a weak voice, softer spoken that she usually was. Had they not been in public, she surely would have broken down crying on the spot like last time but facing Suji with more tears would be a disservice to the both of them. Nor could she run away, one of the ballads she loved so much running through her head.

Chorong moved closer, boldly taking hold of Suji’s hand to pull her more off to the side. Was this truly the proper way to do this? The proper place? She at least wanted to get the both of them out of view before throwing her arms around Suji, an embrace she hoped that might be reciprocated. 

“I don’t know if I can explain myself that well, though... You know I’m not really that good with words. I-I can try! Just... um, can we go somewhere else? If you’re not busy!”

#with ㅡ suji. #wssuji #im not crying it's just raining

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BITNA

( ... )

out of habit she reached out to brace the other girl, checking to see if she was injured in any way. she could only stare as she began to speak, her tone urgent and desperate. “no, it’s fine. is everything okay?” bitna was slightly worried that there was an emergency of some kind of someone was hurt, especially with how serious the other girl was being. “help you look for it…? what did you lose?” she repeated slowly, her head tilting in confusion. “you don’t have to buy me anything, really. let’s just find what you’re missing. you seem to be missing it an awful lot.”

//

Far be it from the Dandelion member not to get lost in her bouts of over exaggeration. Her group members and friends were no stranger to this behavior being typical of her. It came almost second nature to go off the deep end a bit in terms of the theatrics. ( At the very least, it earned her a few laughs and baffled smiles. ) But there was a time and place for this flavor of incoherent rambling.

Her eyesight finally focused, taking in the other girl's face. It took several seconds for those soft features to full register in her mind. "Oh, you're..." No, no, she shouldn't be doing this to her. An Etoile member probably had enough on her plate as it were. The last thing she needed was some random girl crying over a plushie and subsequently rambling about how much she loved their songs. Chorong took a deep breath. Those racing thoughts provided enough time to settle the slight trembling in her fingers long enough.

Was it enough to say she was embarrassed first? To be so distraught over something a child would cry over. To look so frantically for it. Teeth dug into her lower lip. "It's... well, you know a bunny plushie, um..." She had to think of something to make her appear less immature. Anything. "It's a plushie that I was holding onto as a good luck charm from my little sister!" A blatant lie but it would have to do. Funny, that a fudged truth would be the first time she mentioned one of her half-siblings in passing in quite some time. ( She could be left to ponder if she was a bad older sister or not later. )

"If you could just... I mean. If you are available to, I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time." Her voice shifted into something softer, far less frantic than her earlier pleas. Perhaps if she came across as less ㅡ well ㅡ insane, she could manage to get some constructive answers or assistance. "It has a little pink dress on and a barrette on the ears. It's not that hard to miss but... I think I left it somewhere or it fell out of my purse on accident and I couldn't figure out where."

#with ㅡ bitna. #wssol #WOW THIS IS MY 200TH POST!

[wschorong]

This is a small OOC post to note that I will be coming to those in My Little Country to bring them Seojin soon! I’m having some difficulty writing at the moment because I haven’t been sleeping well so please bear with me for being so slow! Have a wonderful day, everyone!!

#🍒 ㅡ behind the scenes! ( ooc. ) #have a cute gif as compensation