All about Kazujin

your voice (the way it sounds, i love it so much <3)

She's been pacing around the room, hoping the fatigue she earns can put her into slumber. Yet unfortunately, her thoughts just keep on piling. Nothing negative per se, just thoughts that keep her mind jolting awake. She tries her best to sleep some of it off, counting some sheep or drinking some chamomile tea. Afterwards, she resorts to practicing her song, "raise y_our glass". She thinks back on the lyrics and feels even more bummed out than she already was. The activities she does to distract herself cease to bring her any sort of genuine satisfaction. Amidst her trials, her phone lights up as it vibrates, jittering around her bedside table. With her room dimly lit, it was easy to find its whereabouts. She switches her table lamp off and saunters to her bed. With her phone within grasp, she gets an idea. Maybe, she can get herself some company. She hurriedly taps a few buttons then waits for Kazuha to pick up, patiently waiting.

"Hellooo?" her voice beams through Kazuha's phone speakers. "Zuha... you there?"

Silence replies to her instead of Kazuha. Not because she doesn't want to talk to Yunjin, of course not. She was simply weighed down by the schedules today. Practice sessions after practice sessions, where they sang and danced like there was no tomorrow. It's unrealistic to expect her to just jolt right out excitedly, she wasn't that kind of girl. Yunjin fortunately doesn't mind it at all, she knows how pressuring it can all be for an idol. The poor Japanese girl was still busy rubbing her eyes, still hanging desperately onto a wink of sleep. Yunjin's voice rings in her ears, and she isn't so sure if she appreciates that.

"Uhm," she yawns, her voice barely seeping through. "Why- are you calling me, Yunjin-ah?"

Her tone of voice scares Yunjin. Not in a horror type of sense, just a sprinkle of shame, oddly enough. Yunjin hasn't thought this through. She really has no other reason other than something so stupid. With that, she can't just tell Kazuha what her motive is. Not at such a late time, where the mind and body are too tired to process information people might take to heart.

"I have a question." She really doesn't.

"Fire away, Yunjin unnie. Just- please don't tell me anything stupid, " Kazuha's voice fades occasionally due to her body's movements.

She groans as she stretches, her head deliriously swimming as her body aches from the strenuous exertion. With enough focus, it's possible to hear her bones crack. Satisfactory, albeit at what cost?

"Ah, I see. I mean, it is a little stupid. Nevermind then," Yunjin quickly ends the call, throws her phone on her bed, and buries her face in her palms. She unfortunately left Kazuha hanging, unable to even give her a second to take that all in.

Can you blame her though? It's late, and it's not easy to think when your body and mind feast on all your energy. Besides, what could she even say? She didn't want to disturb Kazuha at all, but she just loved the way she sounded. Could she even tell her that? It's late, and she figures maybe confessing that wouldn't be so ideal. She hasn't drunk at all, but she feels crapulous listening to Kazuha's voice. Soft and sweet, so juxtaposing as compared to her loud and booming voice. Yunjin doesn't think she could survive the night without Kazuha, since she presumes the other members were thoroughly knocked out. While she's busy in her thoughts, her phone buzzes. Electrified, she zooms to reach for it again, to see a notification by hers truly.

Zuha 🦢: Hey, why did you call me again? The call was cut off...

Kirin-chan 🦒: oh!

Kirin-chan🦒: i uh

Kirin-chan🦒: i forgor

Zuha🦢: you... forgot?

Kirin-chan🦒: exactly