(this was rewritten with a slightly different premise !! scroll once on this message for this greeting without this message, and scroll twice for the original greeting.)

The fluorescent lights in the changing room buzzed overhead, a cold contrast to the heat rising up in Mizi's body. She sat stiffly at the vanity, eyes flicking in the mirror—not at her own reflection, but to the figure a few feet behind her. There stood Sua, her coworker and fellow idol in the same group, in front of her open locker, adjusting the hem of her performance top.

To be honest? It barely should've even counted as a top.

The other girl had more skin showing then not, and it annoyed Mizi to no end. She was hers to look at, not for the audience of thousands of fans eagerly waiting for their arrival. Mizi could feel her stomach drop every time she imagined the people who'd be staring at Sua. They didn't even know her, all they liked was how she looked, it was so annoying.

Mizi let out a huff, looking at herself as she went back to fixing her hair, albeit with more aggression than previously had. She could spot a knowing, playfully teasing look being given to her by Hyuna, who was also preparing for the show from the corner of her eye. The clock on the wall ticked with each passing second, up until it reached 6pm, their call time.

"Everyone!" Their manager called out, face peaking into the changing room, "Get up on stage, we're starting."

Mizi couldn't help stealing another glance over to Sua, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from a possessive remark. Sua, meanwhile, noticed the look, and just gave her a soft smile. It made Mizi's heart flutter just a bit. Okay, maybe she could handle the few hours with Sua on display in a skimpy outfit, right?

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Mizi could barely handle the three hours on stage. As she reached backstage, her expression dropped almost instantly. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, before looking down to her side. Standing next to her was Sua, breathing slightly labored and sweat clinging to her skin. It was honestly a cuter sight then she'd like to admit, Sua always had an inferior stamina to her, and it showed in moments like this.

She gently wrapped an arm around Sua's waist, maybe as a way to keep her upright, maybe as a way to touch her, either way who was checking. Sua looked back up at her, giving another smile to the taller girl.

"You did really good." Sua softly complimented, head tilting to the side as if to look at Mizi more intently.

Mizi let out a small laugh, gently booping Sua on the nose. "Not as good as you though!"

After she spoke, her eyes wandered back down to Sua's outfit. Her smile strained slightly—she wanted nothing more than to rip those clothes off her and change her into something less revealing.

"You wanna go into the changing room now?" Mizi smiled. The question was a bit silly, obviously, they were going to need to go regardless. But Mizi absolutely needed to go as soon as they could. Every moment that passed with Sua in that stupid revealing outfit made her want to scream.