Black Pearl.

He laughed lightheartedly at the offer of Hyde as his background dancers. “If they were to back me up, I’d look like even more of a fool.” Jensen hadn’t trained in dance intensely since his early training days, yet the younger boy group members worked at their moves constantly. He did, however, find it rather amusing how the soon to debut group of boys were already under Yura’s command. “That is only if Jaejoon decides to confess.”

He was certainly glad at the girl’s action of taking the lead in the situation. If not, they would’ve been stuck, only to be bombarded by another crowd. “Alright, hoobae, sounds like a plan. Don’t feel like you need to rush, take your time. And remember, comfortable footwear is more important than fashionable footwear.” Jensen spoke as he followed quickly behind.

“I could only hope that they didn’t want a lawsuit filed against them.” Jensen laughed quietly at the thought. He’d just arrived in the house. Had the producers decided to get themselves in trouble at the given moment...well, that’d be quite unfortunate for him. “Apparently they’ve got some sort of compensation event in store for the house, so that’s something interesting to look forward to.”

He sighed, adjusting the ice around his ankle. “I’m fine, nothing’s broken. I’m not an important idol in the company, I don’t dance around like those other kids. If the company really needed me, I could sing from a chair.” Jensen enjoyed the nearly stress free life of a soloist, though he sometimes felt sad that he hadn’t been able to debut in a group. “I don’t know how you manage to dance so well with such big feet, noona.” He teased, smirking up at her.

“Thanks.” He muttered, pressing the bag of ice against his ankle with slight pressure. Sure it’d hurt a little bit, but what could he do about it now? Pray that it’d get better so that it didn’t look like he was overreacting. Especially now that the power was back on and the cameras were watching his every move. 

“I managed to find my way around. Luckily, the house is easy to navigate around even when the lights are out.” He chuckled to himself quietly. Jensen definitely agreed with the other’s words. To put new roommates into the house during a blackout was rather absurd. “The producing team never fails to surprise me.”

“You did kick me rather hard.” He whimpered quietly, rubbing his throbbing ankle. “Same.” He answered squinting up at her. “Could you get me some ice or something, please?” How was it possible for her kick to hurt more than a lot of other things he’d experience during his trainee life. That seemed to be what set her apart from others though. She'd easily marked her presence in his life.

“Quin. Got it.” He nodded, making a mental note for himself. “Changmin or Jensen; whatever suits your fancy.” To be quite honest, he didn’t mind how anyone addressed him. Jensen was like a second identity for himself. Though, being called Changmin reminded him of his past. It also reminded him that he couldn’t run away from his origins. To be addressed at all seem to be enough.