slapshot

“it’s all over– a korean host just complimented me on how good my korean is,” chaeyoung said with a dramatic sigh, biting back her giggles. “i know i’ve been promoting with ankaa a lot, and that i’ve lived in vietnam a long time, but come on! i used to be child star! my name is chaeyoung!”

“why vietnam?” casey asked, scratching his nose. “i mean, not really the point of your anecdote, i guess. but that seems like an out-of-nowhere place to have moved to.”

“People underestimate the things I would do for this bread.” the words are spoken before she takes a ginormous bite of her sandwich, letting out a quiet hum of glee as she wiggled in place. She was truly glad she had found a small mom and pop café-restaurant that she could sit at and not have to worry about fans bomb rushing her. It really gave her a better sense of normalcy and comfort. “The only thing I ask is that you not tell a bunch of people about this place, it’s a secret little hideaway!”

he didn’t spend a lot of time with his sister. and whenever he did, it was usually like this-- being invited last minute to come along on something else. and to make it even weirder, she’d had to leave, so casey was just stuck hanging out with his little sister’s groupmate. “yeah, so far what i’ve had today is really good,” he answered awkwardly. “to be honest, i have no one to tell really. besides my girlfriend. but this isn’t really her scene anyway.”

“the stylists want to dye my hair, but i’m so scared. i don’t think i want them to…” ripley admitted, eyes wide with panic. “i feel like orange has become my signature; i like how i look with it! and remember that stupid bowl cut they gave me? no matter how long passes, i still am traumatized by that…”

“it’s so insane to me that idols don’t have control over their own body, with things like hair,” casey admitted. his own hair was a point of pride-- if someone cut it against his wishes, they’d meet his goonish side. “do you know what color they want to dye it?”

“hey, what does your work schedule look like next month?” narae asked, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking over the kitchen counter to him. “if we make quals for lan, do you want to come? the lan is in montreal– you could show me around…”

“i’m a part time contract worker-- i have no idea. but i can block off time if i need to-- why?” casey retorted, looking up from his switch, and smiling. “yeah, i’d love to come actually.... i’ve never been to montreal, though. i can bullshit my way through a tour?”