Sneak Into Me [SuSingbin] [Idolverse] [Deukae]

ღAbout Two Weeks Passedღ

It had started—the tight schedules, the overwork; the beginning of a new era—a new comeback. Dreamcatcher would be releasing a new album in a few months. So, eventually, things became quite hectic.

Even though Dami had been razzed by Siyeon enough to ache between her legs all day—every day, she couldn't deny that their truly intense interactions had come to a halt. After all, their job as idols came first. 

Whenever the group was rigidly scheduled for the day, Siyeon and Dami ended up trying their best to avoid interacting with one another, after all, managers and staff members were watching them closely; monitoring their every move. Their fan-servicing relationship wasn't allowed by the company, so kinship was always cut short when it came to them. Besides, the company loved being overly strict and demanding, especially while heading towards the group's very first comeback. Each of the girls had done the best they could to make their comeback memorable, but not even that could dissuade their abusive, strict ways.

And even if no one mentioned it, everyone feared it deep inside them, a seesawing, taut feeling that threatened to clasp their sanity and squeeze until there was nothing left to do, but break down. 

Failure.

The five ex-Minx members remembered well how it had been back then. They remembered the pain and hopelessness as it nagged at the corner of each passing day. It became a knot at their throats and insides, and a needle painfully close to their temples, even more so as they came closer and closer to their very first return. 

Siyeon, Sua, Jiu, Yoohyeon, and Dami's memories were the most vivid they had been. But they didn't want to remember, not when they needed their minds to focus on the present.

The group had their way of coping as a group and as individuals.

Sua had practiced the new choreo until she had almost passed out, staying up late working on it—perfecting each move. Her reactions had picked up on aggression, and her temper had switched to being uncertain—unstable. Kim Bora, as a whole, had become unnaturally intolerant all due to stress and overwork. Was it unnaturally so, though? In the past, she had been more tolerant, but maybe she had been like that because she really had nothing left to lose.

Only time would tell who the real Sua was.

Feeling restless as anxiety took over, Bora would heavily sweat at night, the only comfort being her hands and the softness of her sheets.

Whenever she was so exhausted with pent-up anger that her body trembled out of the need to punch something—or someone, Jiu was usually the one able to handle her, using both firmness and serenity; Bora often wanted that type of treatment elsewhere, but Jiu wouldn't budge to it so far.

The main dancer also noticed that Dami had always held a very special place in her heart, as she was the only one who could approach her whenever she was so stressed out that she wanted to delete everyone and everything around her, pulling her close into a warm embrace, turning Sua into a puddle of soft, malleable gelatine.

Funny, though, not even Siyeon could pull such a thing off. But she had tried. Whenever she had, Sua had to retrieve herself from doing nasty—heated— things to her. It was like Siyeon was begging her to turn violent, or so Bora felt in those anger-fogged times. Either way, she knew her wrathful, horny mind was playing games on her, so she always backed away from it—from her. 

Dami was different from Sua during stressful times, though.

During stressful, professional settings, the main rapper almost ceased talking as she took on every command that the staff, managers, and Dreamcatcher's leader placed. She separated herself from everything and everyone; becoming mechanic about it all. Most times, she ended up overthinking every small little thing, fearing incompetence and qualified wrongness—freezing in place whenever she felt like she would fail just by breathing. There were times when that very fear she had about making mistakes, was the reason as to why she made them in the first place. Whenever that happened, she always blamed herself, shaking with self-resentment and becoming quite the jumpy and erratic ball of anxious anger that the rest of her team had to deal with.