you're my favorite view

Across the room, Yoona slouches before the mirror. Phone glued to her hand, neck bent in her regular pose. Same spot she claimed two hours ago. Same posture: shoulders curved inward, spine bent like a fisherman's hook.Haewon watches. She tells herself she’s not looking, exactly; she’s just aware. It's passive. A leader keeps track of her members, notes when someone’s been awake too long, when the fatigue starts showing in the spaces between blinks.Haewon begins to notice things she can't ignore, drawn towards Yoona all of a sudden. Before she knows it, she's falling deeper into the mystery of her emotions.