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for @fmdyuanjun​

like so many others who shared her fate of having been drafted into the ranks of an entertainment company at so young an age, mae had had to grow up fast — too fast, maybe, though she herself finds that train of thought to be senseless, as it has nowhere it can lead. she is, however, well aware of the fact that the time spent with yuanjun has always constituted an exception to that rule.

it may not seem that way when she approaches a bc practice room with a meticulously prepared lunch-box and a bottle of lemon water fresh out of the fridge, but she isn't thinking about responsibilities, about work or growing pains. (the same way she forgets to think about her surroundings, and that she technically doesn't belong here anymore.)

it becomes rather evident in her smile when she knocks and enters, full-cheeked happiness and shining eyes despite the lack of sunlight — carefree in a way she supposedly never is, but 'never' doesn't exist in their dynamics. “yuanyuan!” what was once a nickname born from her inability to properly pronounce his name signals familiarity by now. it reminds her of her childhood, and the fondness with which she labelled things in ways that were arguably wrong, but felt right. “i brought food for bc's most hard-working artist!” is that a factual assessment? who knows? and for once, mae doesn't care.

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for @fmdyena​

mae has the decency to visit yena with two bottles of wine — being the responsible one doesn't mean she's opposed to any sort of fun, particularly in the safety of someone's own apartment. it is rather uncommon, however, that she's the one to reach out in order to meet up at home. usually, it's either to support yena in a work-related matter, or because she got into trouble. right now, it's neither, but as it stands, they haven't seen each other in a while and mae couldn't help wondering if it's because yena has simply been busy, or if she stopped calling her for a different reason. having started a friendship on the wrong foot can do that sometimes — give rise to worry that something similar could happen again, and she would be none the wiser. (mae has always found people to be unpredictable, and still isn't sure if that's a good thing or bad.)

“hello yena,” she greets her with a smile when the door opens. seemingly unfazed by the time that passed since their last meeting in person, mae carries herself with an ease built up through shared experiences. she has always considered her nature as a friend such that it could be likened to a succulent — she doesn't need much care to thrive, only a place where her presence is accepted. “have you been busy? i haven't heard from you — or about you, for that matter — in a while. not since you were confirmed for that new drama, i believe.”

it's not meant to be chastising, in any way. in the end, it's just mae's way of saying she was worried, or maybe that she missed yena, even if half the time they spend together ends up being exasperating in some capacity. (as for the unpredictability of people, mae is no exception.)

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aesthetic 01: when mae meets @fmdsooah, she thinks she has it all figured out. she's in her mid-twenties and all questions about her own identity were answered long ago, so it's easy to file the rush of adrenaline she feels in the younger's presence away as a celebrity crush. a normal reaction when faced with a woman who possesses so many of the qualities she likes but lacks — only that it gets harder to convince herself of that with every time sooah pops into her mind uninvited, and every time she wonders why she aspires more to be with her than to be like her.

when mae meets sooah, she realises there's a lot she has yet to figure out.

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dimensions entertainment presents: LUCID

@fmdjaein @jiwonfmd @fmdmay @fmdjeonghwa @fmdsuwei

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kyulsoo​:

 IZ*ONE ’환상동화 (Secret Story of the Swan)’ ◇ Sakura

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for @fmdhyunsoo​

mae looks around the apartment like she's considering to buy it. it must be because she finds it difficult to see hyunsoo as a grown-up and not the teenager she once knew that it's so fascinating to her, or maybe it's because she likes to get familiar with new surroundings before settling down in general. either way, she apologises for it with a habitual bow of her head once she realises what she's doing. she's here to visit, not invade his privacy. “i'm sorry, it's a force of habit.”

with her attention back on her friend, a small smile blooms across her cheeks. “it's still a bit weird to me that you live by yourself now— no, that doesn't sound right, since you don't live on your own.“ as comfortable as she's grown with the korean language, there are occasional moments she loses her grasp on it and starts doubting herself. there's no shame in asking someone more knowledgeable, however, so despite the frown on her face, she doesn't hesitate. (it's concentration, not frustration — she's old enough to know that everyone makes mistakes. sometimes even in their first language.) “how do you say it?”  

her eyes are quick to stray again despite her best efforts, looking around — searching. “you keep pets here, right?” of course they're not the reason for her visit and mae cares much more about catching up with hyunsoo than any cute little critters, but that doesn't mean she can get them off her mind without at least having taken a quick look at them. just one minute. or twenty.

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for @durifmd​

there are a lot of things mae likes about this era — leaving behind the school trilogy for a more mature styling, the funk elements of the song, the smooth formation changes. all good reasons to look forward to this round of promotions, but not related to why she has a bounce in her step as she walks around backstage in the waiting period between rehearsals and the live show.

mae smiles when she arrives at her destination and her gaze flies over the letters of a familiar name. she doesn't even have to stop to read it before she knocks, then enters once given permission. (despite her excitement, she wouldn't want to intrude.)

“duri-san!” on a regular day, she'd pay more attention to their surroundings, to onlookers and possible misunderstandings, but today she wraps her arms around him and does not worry. it's okay if it's him — he's a piece of home and security, and everything's alright. “congratulations on your solo comeback. i'm looking forward to watching your stage later, and learning a thing or two from you, as always.” when mae pulls back, there's an air of youthfulness about her she has otherwise long since shed. it flashes up like a memory, as though time is no longer real in a friendship that's won its test. “i'm going to say something sentimental only once—“ why does she feel the need for a warning? it's not like it's the first time she lets down her guard with him. “but i'm really glad we get to share the stage as we always said we would, so thank you. for helping me make it this far, and everything.” she doesn’t realise that she slips into japanese, nor that her voice gets increasingly softer until she's almost whispering. even after all this time, she's never confident when talking about things that don’t quite fit the rational, fact-based way she approaches life. (feelings —  always there, yet so hard to acknowledge.)

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[MV] LUCID _ FINGERTIP

Uploaded by the Dimensions Entertainment Youtube account on February 22.

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fmdsooah​:

Sooah waves excitedly at Mae when she spots her and opens up a smile as she puts her phone aside to pay better attention to Lucid’s main vocalist. It’s nothing short of impressive that Sooah, of all people, managed to become acquaintances with most members of her favorite group. She did like that this was the case, but she had to be honest and admit that going after this simple goal was a good decision, to begin with.

“May unnie, hello,” Sooah greets her with a smile. She feels her cheeks warming up at the compliment and covers them with her hands as she chuckles. At this point, Sooah should have been used to receiving nice words like that, and while at work, during photoshoots and so many other things, she never had this reaction anymore. But when it comes from people she knows and friends she’s making, she can’t stop herself from reacting like that. “Why thank you, you look very pretty yourself, but that’s no surprise at all,” she says sincerely as she looks at May. Properly looks at her. “There’s nothing a little make-up can’t fix, unnie, but despite the concerts, I managed to sleep well. Wouldn’t want to get sick in the last couple of performances. I would be very disappointed in myself if I didn’t do well on stage because I didn’t manage to sleep properly,” and there it was. Sooah’s usual rambling was so obvious especially when someone complimented her with apparent easiness. “Sorry,” she apologizes sheepishly and scrunches her nose cutely.

“Deadly sweetness, because I wouldn’t trust myself to make a drink and sell it to people. And it would certainly be sweet,” she says with a little chuckle as she leans over to check on the menu with May. She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and hums at the fancy names displayed. “What about you? What would you name your drink if you had the chance?”

mae takes in the way sooah blushes — or she assumes she does, under the safe cover of her hands — and smiles a little too fondly. it's hard not to when she's this cute, though. really, really cute. which is why she has so many fans, of course, and mae is just admiring her the way you do a role model. someone who's been in the industry much longer than her. yes. that's it. (the flutter in her stomach is nervousness, the shine in her eyes a reflection of winter sunlight. mae has a rational explanation for everything.)

“thank you,” she says in a small voice, because she's struggling to accept the compliment at all, particularly from someone like sooah, who she thinks she can't compare to in the least. possibly because no one can, in her eyes, but that's a different matter. “that's a really admirable attitude. we could all stand to take a page from your book.” there's nothing but honesty to her words, gushing as they might sound. this, she's sure she means, despite her clouded judgement. “i have yet to figure out a good sleep and practice ratio for myself.” mae shakes her head when sooah apologises, not quite sure why she does it in the first place — it doesn't occur to her that maybe she's the weird one for finding everything her friend says fascinating.

deadly sweetness. oh, that's ironic. mae wonders if sooah knows the name fits her almost as well as any drink she could serve, but she hasn't the courage to ask. that would sound too much like flirting, and she wouldn't want to give her the wrong idea. don't be creepy, saito mae. “that sounds like a risk worth taking, though. could be a good marketing strategy,” she says and hopes it sounds encouraging, because she doesn't trust herself to gauge that objectively at this point, especially not after sooah leans in closer — just to check the menu, but it's enough to have mae focus on her own breathing as not to appear too flustered, which she clearly shouldn't be. “me? oh, maybe something like 'if looks could kill', because i'm not confident i could make it look appetising, but i'm sure it would taste well enough. at least if making drinks is anything like cooking. i don't actually know.” perfect — now she's rambling. this is going great.

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fmdhaon​:

nothing goes as planned. not at the very least when his eyes dart straight towards the ground, and a permanent scowl etches itself on his face — do not disturb, a warning for a collision inside backstage of music shows.

how many years in? six? gyujeong’s lost track by the seventh comeback where he’s subjected to prancing on stage with nothing more than tight-knitted movements and the traces of his gaze to the cameras. by the time it’s done, he’s still marching down the halls, raising his gaze up to match someone familiar. an uncanny recollection from the past.

his name then shatters the untouched silence, and his quirks his mouth in a lopsided frown, eyebrows raised. “turtle girl?” his eyes narrow for a brief moment, enough for the lapse of awkward encounters to lessen. dissipate enough that his eyes pool something warmer inside an actual grin. the question poses easiness that rests on his bones — a step back, relax as the music show for the day hasn’t gone straight to shit.

“gold fish are actually high up on the intelligence scale. contrary to popular belief, they don’t have a memory span of three seconds.” irony in the statement when he can’t scrawl her name from his own memory, but the lightness in his voice brings up a notch by the time he rests his back against the wall. “any news on the turtle front, or are you gonna answer my question of whether you left bc to pursue a career to backstage staff a music show?”

the nickname — for she takes it as such — is enough to make her smile widen as cautiousness leaves her expression. so she isn't the only one who remembers. that's nice, moreso than she had expected. it's nice to know she did leave a mark in her time at bc, no matter how small. it means those years of her life amounted to more than footprints in the sand to be washed away by the flood of time, and that counts for something. it's not what matters at the moment, though. there's a conversation to be had. “that's me, saito mae — turtle girl.”

she's grown adept at drowning out her surroundings to concentrate on the matter at hand, and that's precisely what she does. her head tilts to the side and she hums, contemplative. it's not for show —  she's taking in the new information with interest. idol or not, mae has always been eager to learn. “i wonder what earned them their erroneous reputation.” it needn't be anything they did, of course — human nature is such that they like to jump to conclusions. they want things to be as their minds dictate, want it badly enough sometimes that they see things in ways they're not. 

“on the turtle front, i learned that the healing powers of turtles are almost unparalleled in the animal kingdom. they can survive injuries that would kill most other species rather quickly.” mae says this with something that resembles pride, for no reason. turtles aren't the way they are because she likes them — in fact, her liking them doesn't influence anything. they won't know. they evolve the way they have for thousands of years, whether anyone is there to witness it or not. somehow that makes it even better.

oh. right. mae can't help laughing for a short second when she realises she hasn't explained anything about the situation they're in, having gotten sidetracked. oh well. “not staff, actually — i'm under dimensions entertainment now, in the rookie group lucid.” she tries to sound neutral, or rather, professional, but there's a sparkle in her eyes that's hard to hide. they're happy news, in her opinion — she finally made it, after all.

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schedule para 01: on february 23rd, mae's voice isn't in the best condition, but she tries to make it work for the waiting room live. (520 words)

it starts with a parched feeling in the back of her throat when she wakes up. not surprising after a night of little sleep to ring in a new comeback promotional period. bothersome, but no reason for concern. routinely, she slips out of bed and into the bathroom to wash up and brush her teeth, then makes her way into the kitchen on tiptoe, as not to risk waking anyone who doesn't have to be up yet. (should any of the members fail to wake up on time, that's an issue to be dealt with later.)

mae fills the electric kettle with water and sets it up, swallowing around nothing in an attempt to rid herself of the heaviness settled in her larynx. it doesn't help, of course. that would've been too easy.

while she waits for it to boil, she closes her eyes and takes in this rare moment of peace and quiet before chaos erupts for the day — because the fact that she loves it makes it no less turbulent. there's no reason not to use this chance to recharge.

it takes nearly none of her mental capacity to make tea and her thoughts idle. her eyes follow the gratuitous amount of honey she sinks into her cup, its golden hues as it catches the light even under the surface, but her brain is hours ahead and wondering how they would go about their schedules if her voice were to fail. jiwon and jaein could probably cover for her, somehow. it's easy to drown a shaky note in harmonies, but they haven't practised for that scenario and she doesn't want to be a burden. they're carrying enough as it is.

mae is still sipping tea on the drive to her dreaded schedule of the day, the waiting room live. from what she knows, there isn't going to be much post-production. a karaoke feel is what they're going for, and no one sounds perfect there. the idea is to have fun with it.

in practice?

she has been doing vocal warm-ups every chance she got and still doesn't feel ready or particularly relaxed. loosened up, sure, but when she ascends the scale too far, she flips into head voice where there should be a mix. there's always the option of pulling her chest voice up to give the note she's going for the needed power, but that means straining and she'd rather not start promotions on that foot. besides, she doesn't want her poor condition to reflect negatively on lucid's vocals as a whole, which she would categorise as above average on a regular day. they've been criticised enough lately.

oh well. grit your teeth and get to it — what's the worst that could happen? (she could be the reason her exhausted members are forced to do another take, or two, or three. the reason they're scolded. get yelled at. forced to practice more.

but in the end, filming goes by almost without a hitch. two years into their careers, they're professionals and nothing throws them off that easily. at least that's what mae likes to tell herself — in retrospect.)

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for @fmdhaon​

mae has the rules memorised. she knows them backwards, forwards, in random order. 5. respect your seniors there are 6 years between their debuts, so what she's supposed to do is introduce herself with all due distance and politeness. her stage and group name define her at this point — lucid's may, since february 2018.

what she actually does is approach him with too much purpose and too little reservation. a proper greeting would be 90 degrees, considering his fame. for once, mae is not proper. she dips her head and hopes that will suffice to appease him, should he have forgotten her — a very real possibility. she was a commodity in a sea of hopeful girls, one in dozens that cycle through bc's system. sometimes you have to take your chances anyway. “hello gyujeong—” a pause is only awkward if you let it be. mae is sure mum used to say something of the kind, all the time. who decides if it is awkward, then? is there a vote? and why should her vote count more than his? “sunbaenim.” better safe than sorry, some other wisdom. equally questionable, but now is not the time.

“what's the fish fact of the day?”, she asks and forgoes the mention of 'lucid's may, since february 2018'. the hint of a smile appears on her lips, barely there as if yet waiting to be approved. if he were to not remember her at all, she'd play it off as a practical joke, some kind of dare. she'd leave quietly, embarrassed but not offended, because there's no use reminding people of what's already slipped their memory. it's rude to mention emptiness. it implies that something was lost.

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for @fmdsooah​

mae's cheeks are delicately flushed when she takes a seat across her new friend in a quaint little café, though it's hard to tell if it's because of the cold temperatures or her own predicament. good. she doesn't want to think about that now. 

“hey,” she says softly and promptly wonders if there is such a thing as too soft — is she making it obvious? (and what's that 'it' she's referring to?) “you look pretty—” this must be what people mean when they say that someone is like a deer in the headlights, frightened with no way of knowing what the danger is and where it came from. “i mean, you must be busy with your japan tour, but you don't seem to have any dark circles. the stylists we work with keep reprimanding me for mine.” great. very subtle. the awkward giggle that follows her words does little to make them any less weird and mae decides the best course of action is to direct her attention elsewhere.

the menu becomes incredibly interesting with its own brand of fancy names for the same beverages every establishment of this kind serves, the dotted lines under them reading like a 'to be continued' that makes her wonder. that's a better train of thought, isn't it? harmless. “what would you call a drink, if you were to come up with your own recipe?”

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* . — something of substance

self-para 01: a fragmented look at mae's relationship with her family, as told through letters and text messages. (1420 words)

dad's handwriting is awful — to call it barely legible would still be a gracious judgment. as she sifts through the pages of the first letter she receives in 2009, mae feels bad for the people who work with him. there are multiple, as she's come to expect from him. dad takes up space, but in the gentlest of ways. he writes in pencil, large scrawls, asymmetrical and unaligned, that are going to fade over time. dad is sentimental — he likes it that way. words fade, but what they made you feel is eternal. she's sure she heard him say something along those lines before. it's his voice reciting them in her head, anyway. mae's fingers glide over the soft paper, tracing words without reading them. not yet. for now, her hands are where his were — mum's, too. she can see the faint lines she drew for dad, the well-meant attempts of a wooden ruler to provide structure that could not have been guided by anyone else.

hello child,

mae rolls her eyes, but her lips are smiling. that's dad, alright, affectionately formal.

we hope this letter finds you well. some time has passed since we last heard from you, but i'm taking that as a sign that you're working hard. we all sat down the other day and watched a performance from that group in your company — decipher, was it? i didn't understand a word they were saying, but ayane loved it. i wouldn't be surprised if she wanted to join you when she's old enough.

dad ventures into a detailed retelling of the events of the past couple of months, but she notices that he skips over the first new year's celebration without her. did he not want to think about it or is it for her sake? hard to tell. she hopes it was for him, because a pang of yearning already hit her.

as always, i’m ending my letter with a poem. i hope you will think about it tonight. there is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

[ お父さん ] (otou-san = dad)                             「dad, did you become a prosecutor because poetry did not work  out?」                             「i'm curious to see what the notes you read in court are like, one day.」

「hello child,     i did not write that poem, but i'm glad it is to your liking.」                              「sure. i'll put up your letter in the dorms for everyone to see.」 「hello child,    i will not give you permission to do that. it is not for the public eye.」                              「haha, i'm kidding, dad! besides, no one would be able to read it,                                                      remember?」

mum's handwriting is neat and clean. it almost looks like she copied her letters straight from a textbook. they are pristine enough to remind mae of the intricacies of japanese, and at the same time of her mother's grace. she's the kind of woman whose chalk-written notes on the blackboard have the same effect as elaborate calligraphy — they catch your eye and hold it, too. she knows this, but pretends she doesn't. something about modesty, or the secrets of a woman, or the promise of an undefined “later” mae won't know until she reaches it.

my dear mae,

the new greeting gives her pause. up until now, it had always been “my little mae”. she isn't sure she likes the change, not because she doesn't like the implication of maturity, but because it's foreign. unlike what she's heard her mother say for years. (years that feel further out of reach now.)

when you read this, you'll be 16 years old. 17, where you are! your mum did her research. i don't like to think of you as 17, however. don't let them steal a year of your life, because you skipped one when you moved — we're in different places, not different times.

happy birthday, saito mae! did you have time to celebrate? i made everyone sit down with me to paint you a picture. it's a bit large, but we needed the space. there's a photograph of it attached to this letter, but we'll send eiji over to deliver the real thing during his summer break. we all used different colours, and i'm sure you won't have any trouble identifying who each belonged to. also, your father wants me to tell you that you have our permission to put it up. what's that all about?

the recipe you asked for is on the back of this page. i'm saving paper to do my part for the environment! it's a project i'm working on with the children in my class. how is school going for you? it seems like you're fluent in korean now. i don't know why, but it always makes me a bit sad to hear you speak and not understand a word. maybe i should start learning, too! i'll get everyone together again next time, so we can learn together. do you have any useful tips for beginners?

love, mama's mama

there are tears in her eyes by the time mae is done reading, but her lips are smiling. that's mum, alright, always in motion and on to a new project.

[ ママさん ] (mama-san = mommy, with a respectful suffix)

                                                                「thank you so much for the letter!」                                                                 「i thought you'd forgotten.」[deleted]                                                                 「you were red and yellow, for sure.」                                                                 「and ayane was purple, right?」                                                                 「as usual, dad's artistic talent is impressive, haha.」

[ ママさん ]                                                                     「do you really have to send eiji?                                                                         he'll get lost.」 「you don't have to worry about him, dear!     your brother is all grown up now. 」 「he finds his way around university, too,     so why not seoul?」

[ 아니 ] (ani = older brother in japanese, written in hangeul, because mae thinks she’s being funny) 「so,」 「funny story.」                                                                      「you're lost?」 「i'm on the train」 「but i think i missed my stop」 「i got lost in thought 」 「and all of a sudden, i'm not in seoul anymore」                                                              「brother, you weren't supposed to take a train in the                                                                                 first place.」                                                               「what's the number?」                                                               「i'll lead you home, don't you worry.」

that's what eiji is like — the reason mae learned that older brothers are reliable only in theory. he's got a good head on his shoulders, but if it wasn't attached to them, he'd lose that, too. some years back, she used to worry that his penchant for zoning out at random times would get him in trouble. nowadays, she knows it does, but it's okay, because eiji has a way of making it out of everything just fine.

ayane is the baby of the family, and mae spent a long time worrying whether they would ever get a chance to bond, because she left for korea when her sister was still only 7. by the time she's 12, however, ayane is the most frequent texter of all the contacts in her phone. its screen lights up with her name at all hours of the day, displaying previews of diary-like ranting, barrages of emoticons, or tentative questions easier posed to someone miles away.

[ あやね ] (ayane) 「hey!!」 「eiji brought some friends over for dinner today.」 「one of them saw your debut performance and    said he's a big fan of lucid!」 「can i give him your number?」                                                                       「what? no, why would you want to do that?」 「too bad, i already did.」                                                                       「… why ask, then?」 「i wanted to be nice, but as usual, you    don't know what's best for you.」 「you're so lucky you have me.」                                                                      「so lucky, indeed.」                                                                      「so, i just block him, then?」 「no!」 「hear me out」                                                                      「i'm listening.」 「he's rich.」                                                                      「and?」 「he's rich.」                                                                     「that's your explanation?」 「see, he's one of eiji's friends, so he's    a medical intern, too.」 「which means he makes the money    AND he's never home.」 「that's perfect for you!」 「you can have a husband, be well-off,  and still don’t have to bother with him.」 「aren’t i the best?」

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hello! guys (gals and non-binary pals), it's kind of scary to join a big established group like this, so i spent weeks thinking abt it until i finally did and now i have so much muse for mae, i don't even know where to start ( ；´Д｀) i'll try to keep this intro short and sweet tho!

profile | plots — if anything catches your eye or you'd like to brainstorm, let me know here or on datcord at nanalysing#8869 (´∀｀)♡

without further ado — here's saito mae in a nutshell:

was street-casted and moved to korea when she was 12, so she's fluent in korean by now, but the catch is that she learned with documentaries, historical dramas and textbooks more than with actual people, so if she says something outdated or uses awkward grammar, that's why. on camera, she sometimes makes language mistakes on purpose because she was told that that's cute. (isn't about to rebel against dimensions' ideas for her — yet)

trained under bc for the first years after she came to korea (2008 – 2016) with zero skills, except for a nice voice she didn't know how to use, but she worked hard and took 12949393 lessons, so she’s a competent vocalist and dancer now. after wish's debut, she transferred to dimensions and finally made it in a group! she's really happy to have debuted and to be promoting, still very starry-eyed. disillusionment? don't know her

doesn't like being put in a box, so lucid's dual concepts are a dream come true! she likes both and is a little sad the nightmare concept isn't as well-received, but she'll take what she's given.

her favourite animals are turtles because she relates to them somewhat — resilient, believes in slow but steady progress, wise

her (first) name literally means to depend on reality, so you know what to expect. very straight-forward, no-nonsense. count on her to be honest with you, whether the truth hurts or not.

her sense of humour can be summed up as sarcasm and memes, but don't think for a second that it's hard to amuse her. laughs ! at ! everything ! when you trip, she's a laugh first, help second person

has a very nurturing side to her tho. she cares when it counts. peak mum energy, can and will cook you chicken soup when you're sick and make you honey tea for your throat. got a stain on that outfit you borrowed? fear not, mae knows how to get it out.

that's only because she's been living independently for so long tho and she refuses to be reduced to this domestic side of her. more likely to show you how and encourage you to do it yourself than do it for you. same with any other problem — she'll offer her (rational) opinion, but you'll have to reach a conclusion yourself

on the topic of opinions, she is pretty opinionated. probably has something to say about that thing you did, but she won't verbalise it unless you ask. (if it's something annoying, her eyes speak volumes tho)

very very very well-mannered after ~10 years as a trainee. polite, never curses, punctual, perfect posture, but she's not all work, no fun

a passion for board games and drinking games alike. karaoke, ice skating, dancing, writing silly songs about whatever mundane thing you're doing, exchanging random facts you learned recently, shopping — but only for each other and not yourself

i could go on forever, but i’ll stop here for all our sakes. thank you for reading this far, i hope to write with you soon! 

[fmdmay]

why is the most relatable teenager in this book the alien