✩ INT. MUSIC SHOW BACKSTAGE
BOMI JWI, trying to hide the way her dark eyes widen at @xieryu and her callout: i don’t know who you’re talking about.
[ it’s a blatant lie, yet it falls carefully from coral-tinted lips, brushed on just moments prior by angelnote’s makeup artist. BOMI can’t help but be wary of the other idols bustling around her, each rushing to get to their respective stage or green room — painfully introverted, she’s stuck to kokoro all night, finally parting only to get drinks for her members at the café down the hall in order to boost morale. she didn’t anticipate running into a HALO member, let alone said member knowing *that name.* if she wasn’t looking to hide from this idol before, *she certainly was now.* ]
BOMI JWI: whatever you’re angling at, i want nothing to do with it. that was years ago. ( centuries. ) who are you to know? ( she’s not as ordinary as she pretends to be, then, either. ) .. my groupmates are going to come looking for me.
