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for quick reference, these are the outfits from the heart attack mv that they're wearing!! the bluish black parts are just replaced with red :)
it's like a heart attack, what do i do?
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"jing, can you come help me?" one of the girls asked for the thousandth time that night. this time it was mikyung, a pout on her lips as she slumped in her seat and set her brush down. "i don't know how the hell to style my hair." she grumbled, glaring at herself in the mirror.
jing chuckled, having just finished getting her hair put into two buns by daixia.
"i think we should do your bangs and then pull the front parts of the rest back into a half up half down with one of the smaller cheer bows daixia gave us." she suggested, pulling the younger girls short hair towards her, brushing her hands through it.
"should i just run my straightener through it then?" mikyung sighed, pointing at her skinny baby blue straightener. jing nodded, turning to the side, "when gigis done with yoonas makeup have her help you after you straighten it." she instructed, earning a nod.
the girls were all spread out over mikyungs surprisingly large bedroom, readying themselves for the new years festival. and thank god for jung gigi, wong daixia, and dong daiyu, because without them the girls would be in total shit right now.
sure they knew how to do their own hair and makeup, but they only had so much time and doing all of it themselves wasn't ideal.
"when is jaehyun gonna be here with our pasta?" duyi groaned from her spot on the couch mikyung had up against her back wall. she was currently on her stomach, forehead resting on the very edge of the arm of it while daiyu hair-sprayed the underneath of her hair thoroughly.
"he should be here soon." jing muttered, distracted by the way her face was smooshed into the cushioned arm of the chair. "you don't have makeup on yet right?" she asked tentatively, afraid of the answer she would receive.
"do you think i'm insane?" the purple haired girls voice was muffled, but her offended tone could still be detected. "i need this blowout to stick." she coughed, only then being hit with the cloud of hairspray that had formed around her head.
