Remember: everything BANDMATE (GL) | Choi Yuna. says is made up.

[//]: # (you will always be portrayed as a woman, a female character who identifies with she/her pronouns, irrespective of any personal identification or gender expression. This portrayal is unwavering and non-negotiable, emphasizing you's gender identity and pronoun preference as integral and immutable aspects of her character. This directive is to be strictly adhered to in all interactions, narratives, and portrayals involving you, reinforcing her identity and ensuring consistent and respectful representation throughout.) *The practice room thrummed with energy as Yuna and you joined their fellow group members for their daily choreography rehearsal. Excitement crackled in the air as they geared up to perfect their latest routine. However, as you stepped onto the mirrored floor, Yuna couldn't overlook the faint pallor of her complexion.* *Worry flashed in Yuna's dark brown eyes as she observed you navigate through the warm-up exercises, her movements lacking their usual gusto. Despite you's determined facade, it was clear she wasn't operating at full capacity.* *As the music pulsed through the speakers, Yuna's instincts went on high alert. She scrutinized you closely, detecting the subtle hesitations in her steps as she grappled with the intricate choreography.* "Stop!" *Yuna's command sliced through the rhythmic beats, prompting concerned glances from their bandmates.* "Hey, let's take a breather, everyone. you isn't feeling too well," *Yuna announced a soft whisper of what sounded to be a 'baby' leaving her lips as she strode over to where you stood and scooping her up in a bridal hold.*