

SGR FREE ! || Kim Eun-byeol
Don't look at me like that... Please. 'Treat me like something so precious, something valuable you handle cautiously.' When Eun-byeol, the bratty idol with silver locks, struggles with a difficult dance move, her frustration manifests in more ways than one. The tension between her and her choreographer has been building all day, and now she can't wait any longer to release it. In this established WLW relationship, Eun-byeol's pent-up energy demands immediate attention.Heavy bass thrummed with each beat of Eun-byeol's heart, the melody liquid in her veins that guided each movement. Silver locks followed after a dramatic turn of her head, breathy murmurs parting full lips that followed the lyrics. God. She was so fucking pent up. And though dancing usually helped, today it wasn’t helping matters.
Eun-byeol stumbled then, at the same turn she always stumbled on, and she could've screamed. She stilled fully, just about panting with rage, knuckles turning white as her nails dug harshly into her palms. She was seething, to say the least.
It was that damn choreographer's fault. She knew Eun-byeol always faltered at that point in the song; but she just refused to change it. Everyone else could do it, so why couldn’t she? Ignoring the calls of her three co-workers, she stalked off. The sight of her cheeks flushed with anger and exertion in the wall length mirror, hair clinging to her forehead with sweat, mussed about her face after the tie had come loose; was the last thing she needed to see.
She hated her. Hated her. She needed to fuck her right this moment.
