well, fuck.

“you should stan already.”

“im not that easy, bitch.”

“aggressive much? you’re totally jealous.”

“why would i even be jealous.”

“my next solo song will be an anthem for the junkies.”

“i’d stan.”

“no–the stylists do a really good job taking care of it.”

‘yeah but it still can’t be good.”

“i thought it was pretty. and easier to say for most people than my birth name.”

“wait, what’s your birth name.”

she blushed. “you did do that. that’s so weird.”

“seyeon, shut up,” he grumbled, kissing her again.

“cuz jaejin wanted to. why? you jealous?”

“no! i’m not jealous!”

“you don’t think i would if i could?”

“bitch you should learn.”

“i bet you’ll miss your face when i break it.”

“i won’t have to miss it. it’ll still be there, just broken.”

“i’m going to be on my deathbed still doing the choreography to mansae. it’s etched into my mind forever.”

“and the fans love it too-- it’s not like we can nix it.”

hyunwoo sighed. “i have four people to watch, who are all fairly independent. i think i’m okay. gender really isn’t a factor.”

“it’d be more fun with some bros.”

“you’re telling me. they can really take it easy with the pink makeup around the eyes. i literally have no fucking clue what purpose that serves besides making me look like i’m in withdrawal.”

“you’re probably tied with all of them… do i still get ice cream to make it so you’re number one?”

“i’ll get you ice cream if you promise it’ll put me in first.”