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It wasn’t polished, it was the kind of mess you want to keep. Two girls laughing too loud, talking too fast, while the camera just kept rolling. If you call it a shoot, fine. I’ll call it a night where red wine mixed with music and heat stayed longer than planned.

Jina walked in with wine and a grin that made the room lighter. People said we look alike, and maybe they’re right. Same spark, different tracks. Sitting across from her felt like pulling out an old photo strip that still smells like summer.

My little soda pop. (8/15)

Think corner shop afternoons after class, grape soda in one hand, sneakers loose, hair messy. That’s the kind of rush I wanted to bring. It’s the sound of heat turning into rhythm, the kind that makes you move first and laugh about it later.

Did the Soda Pop challenge with Jina and it felt like a VHS clip from the 90s. We cracked up in the middle of moves, but that’s the fun part. It’s sticky floors, cold cans in your hand, and music that drags you out to dance even if you didn’t plan on it.

‘Plaid dress with Crocs?’ — ‘That’s the point.’ Feels like skipping class to sit by the pool, socks still wet, scrunchie in hair, grape soda going around. 1 shoe, 2 moods, 99 ways to stir the heat. Summer’s ours, and we wear it loud.

Your crocs .Your story .Your world.

Plaid, Pop, Repeat. (Crocs).

Think soda cups, baggy jeans, mixtapes playing too loud. 1 pair, 2 moods, 99 ways to walk it out. I don’t wear shoes just to match—I wear them to play. That’s why I keep it on loud.

Those Crocs? For real?’ — ‘Yeah, they move better than heels.’ Striped shirt, chunky soles, hair pulled back, heat in the air—it’s the kind of look that feels like a 90s photo ripped from a teen mag.

When I wear them, I feel like I’m back in a 90s street photo—baggy jeans, crop tank, hair tied but still messy from the heat. Crocs make me want to run out, grab a slushie, dance on the sidewalk, not caring who stares. Comfort is cool, but it’s even cooler when you make it loud.

Walk It Out, Girl.“24/7 street cool.”.

It’s sweat on your neck, sneakers hanging off your hand, and a laugh you can’t hold in. That’s the kind of rush I carried on stage. If it feels heavy, bounce higher. If it feels too much, rewind. Hot girls don’t play safe, we make heat look like freedom.

‘Trampoline’ stage is up and I swear it’s the kind of track that makes you forget how hot the lights are. It’s sticky skin, wild hair, and a beat that pushes you to keep moving. I wanted it to feel like a summer night that refuses to calm down.

Key oppa and I walked in thinking it was just another late night, but the first chord flipped the mood. It feels like a cassette you’d keep rewinding, raw and a little messy but alive in the best way.

Perfect Error is out now.