[⠀typist: please excuse some grammatical errors and for the terrible plot. i’ll edit it if i have time.⠀]
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ACT 1 | SCENE 1 {⠀BEFORE⠀} 制作历史
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it was midnight when. . .
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sighing, hyejoo—also known as loona's twelfth member, olivia hye—uncaps her bottle of water, drinking slowly afterwards, relishing the feeling of neither warm nor cold liquid running down through her throat. she then, wrinkles her nose as she eases her back onto the mirror of bbc's dance practice room, only to see the other members doubling their efforts in enhancing different aspects of their talent. eyes ablazed with both tiredness and enthusiasm, hyejoo stands up, fishing a handkerchief out of her pocketed pants. she gently pats her sweatful forehead with the soft, pink towel and puts it back once she felt somehow refreshed.
being an idol is really, really hard. knowing that thousands of people have eyes on you now that you've already established a good platform as an idol at the music industry.
"yves eonni," she softly, yet loudly, called for the older. the aformentioned lass turns her gaze from her reflection to hyejoo. "hm?" she hums, waiting for the younger girl to talk.
"can i take a break for a minute, i just. . ." i don't know, why should i? ". . . i just need to refresh."
yves, being a good unnie she is, nods her head and showers the younger girl with a radiated smile. "of course! give us—" her phone buzzes before she can finish what she has been saying. "mm, maybe water when you get back, the other girls are also tired."
with a nod, hyejoo heads outside the dance practice room and makes her way out of the dorm—an unsafety move for an idol like her, but she doesn't care this time.
she frowns, asking her own mind why did she get outside. some strands of her messy hair is partially obstructing her vision, but the view of the starless, dark blue sky is still visible for her. she subtly fixes her sweated oversized blue t-shirt, as she jumps slightly right after, delicate hands gripping onto the waistband of her skinny ripped jeans, pulling it up, ah, she lost some weight again.
autumn wind gracefully swaying all the plants surrounding the place with the beat of nature composed with the whistles of wind, it's a serene scenery. the light of the crescent moon strikes onto her pallid skin. it's too good to appreciate the nature at this rate, it's too refreshing and heavenly.
