@dibinah:
āpageants??ā she echoes, eyebrows arching and dragging up lazy eyelids with them. she had just entered the practice room, duffel bag suspended along the curve of her slender shoulder as her hand grasps the thick anse, ready to lift it from its place so she could access the contents. but as jumin addresses her, she stops mid-motion. what a bizarre thing to say - it catches her off guard, hence why sheās frozen for a solid few seconds.
had he said something prior that sheād missed while going over her routine in her mind? itās likely - she may be a woman, but multitasking isnāt always her metier, as per the legend ( probably devised by men ) so claims. at any rate, the petite female drops her bag to the finished wooden floor and nears him, placing a mild hand to his forehead; testing for warmth. āhoobae, are you okay?? iād expect random babbling from your groupmates, but not you -ā though there lies some affectionate teasing in that jab at his members, the concern defining her countenance does not falter.
āwhy would you be having nightmares about pageants??ā
for some reason, the wordĀ āpageantā had been brought up, and immediately, jumin had recalled various...unpleasant memories. not that he hated it - but it had been a very stressful time for him to go through. duri, his best friend - in a pageant her mother had forced her to be in. the thought alone was odd for the independent woman, but obviously, as a younger teenager, she had no choice.Ā images of a yelling, overworked duri filled his mind, and he shuddered a little.Ā ā YAH. aish. donāt remind me of pageants! sometimes i still dream of them! i can hear duri noona just being so stern on me...and others wonder why they hardly see me with women. theyāre scary, noona. well - except you! ā he beamed, scratching the back of his head.Ā ā forgive me, i got weird there. ā
