#RED_FLAVOR

His words left her speechless and rather baffled, a chuckle managed to escape her lips as she shook her head at him. “I guess. I doubt I would ever use that scale, seeing as fans and reporters are always around. Next thing you know, there are articles about it.” She spoke up while pulling out two sheets of wipes to dab the cloth against her neck, tossing the package back in her purse. “Uh huh, those are pretty comfortable..” Her voice came out as a mumble, nodding her head before letting her eyes grow wide at his words, finding herself speechless yet again. “Wh-what..? Slip... what?” At this point, she couldn’t help herself and Seulgi tilted her head back, a hand covering her lips as she laughed. Highly amused, she shook her head at him as she continued to wipe her neck with the cloth. “Wow, well, we wouldn’t want that to happen now, huh? Perhaps your fans would like it, though.”

“Magical creatures? Us?” A low chuckle managed to slip past her lips, her arms lifting up to tie her hair back in a high ponytail before dabbing the back of her hand against her forehead, hoping to wipe off the sweat better. “I think you’re heavily mistaken on that. We’re not magical, we just carry a lot of magical things in our bags to help us look good throughout the day.” She added while lifting her bag up to him, a cheeky grin forming. “That’s mostly why we carry a lot of stuff or why our stylist unnies carry those big, heavy bags!” She beamed, only to let her brows furrow slightly at his words before biting down on her lip to suppress any chuckle from escaping. “Making a statement, huh? You could’ve at least wore something sleeveless so you won’t be so sweaty.” Pausing, the female immediately dug through her purse in search for something, only to smile brightly once she found it. “Ha! Wet wipes!” She exclaimed, pulling out two wipes to hand it to him. “Here, it’ll help you cool down a bit.”

“What are you doing?!” Seulgi shrieked, arms wrapped around the petite frame of her label mate. The dark halls of the company could be very spooky at night and hearing the other’s words were not very helpful at the moment. “Sshh!” She added, burying her face in the other’s back as she began to increase the pace of her steps towards the elevator, carefully pushing the taller female to move faster. “Stop trying to communicate with these demons! Let’s leave them in peace!”

“Why would you ask THAT for a hypothetical situation?!” The older female shrieked, surprised by her new friend’s words. She didn’t expect for the other to ask such question and thus, a small frown formed on her lips as she moved away from the other slowly yet making it obvious. “I have my doubts on you now, Jennie-yah.. Doubts, I tell you!”

A quiet shriek escaped her lips as she hid behind the taller male, her nose scrunching up a bit. “D-Don’t say that!” She huffed, glancing around the dark hallway while carefully reaching out to hold onto the hem of his shirt gently to not startle him or make him feel uncomfortable. “Slow down, please! I can’t keep up with your long legs and stop calling out for the demons!” Seulgi continued to whine, a rather distressed expression visible on her face.

-  ‘ hey there, demons, it’s me, ya boy. ‘ -  ‘ hey, ghouls! the boys are here! ‘ -  ‘ this is like satan’s cement butt hole. ‘ -  ‘ here we go! rock and roll, buckaroo! ‘ -  ‘ can i use the jacuzzi hot tub we’ve been blessed with? ‘ -  ‘ maybe this ghost just loves to blaze it. ‘ -  ‘ my fart scared you! ‘ -  ‘ fuck that demon, he’s whitewashing the history of this house. ‘ -  ‘ whatever, demon’s racist. i don’t respect that demon. ‘ -  ‘ oh… i wasn’t fat-shaming bigfoot. ‘ -  ‘ what do you mean it’s not a ghost? ‘ -  ‘ it’s not a ghost. ‘ -  ‘ shadows do tend to follow you, though. that’s sorta how they work. ‘ -  ‘ it’s not even a good poem, it’s just weird. ‘ -  ‘ you’re telling me those architects used math? ‘ -  ‘ knock me down with a feather! ‘ -  ‘ i think you need to learn how to shut the hell up. ‘ -  ‘ i think you need to learn how to shut the fuck up. ‘ -  ‘ i stepped it up with a meaner curse word. ‘ -  ‘ oh shit, what up, i’m taking a selfie with some demons! ‘ -  ‘ hey ghosts, tussle my hair! ‘ -  ‘ every time we get sad, let’s show a picture of the dog. ‘ -  ‘ that’s a good dog. ‘ -  ‘ i’m not the biggest believer in bigfoot. ‘ -  ‘ that’s a guy i would wanna share a cold one with. ‘ -  ‘ you’re a coward! ‘ -  ‘ look at his beady, little eyes. ‘ -  ‘ we’ve really done it now, haven’t we? ‘ -  ‘ how dare they dispose of my body! they should leave it in the hallway to rot! ‘ -  ‘ am i a ghost hunter? ‘ -  ‘ i took an improv comedy class once. ‘cause i’m a white guy. ‘ -  ‘ i always gotta… gotta think about stuff, you know? ‘ -  ‘ now you’re acting like a detective and not a jackass. ‘ -  ‘ alright, just to be fair, fuck christopher columbus. ‘ -  ‘ i think the moon having a boner is about as realistic as ghosts. ‘ -  ‘ i never said i wanted to murder you! this is a hypothetical situation! ‘ -  ‘ you want to kill me! ‘ -  ‘ well, if it’s any consolation, you look like an idiot. ‘ -  ‘ if i step on a… a fly? does a fly’s ghost… stay around? ‘ -  ‘ if you slit my throat tonight i’m gonna have a hard time forgiving you for that. ‘ -  ‘ i’m gonna serve you up a fresh truth pancake right now. ‘ -  ‘ that’s my… my darn sandwich. ‘

A frown formed on her lips as she fanned herself with her hand, a small huff escaping her lips. “The other day, it was raining and now it’s really hot and sunny again. What a confusing weather it is.” The female spoke, her free hand reaching up to brush her hair back before wiping the sweat off her forehead. She glanced at the tall male briefly, eyeing his clothing before tipping her head a bit. “Doesn’t it feel a little too warm to be wearing black...?” She mumbled, pursing her lips together.

She had seen the male before; either on TV or at music shows. Their songs were usually upbeat and rather catchy and she would usually listen to them every so often. “Ah! I’ve seen you before, too!” She beamed once they had bumped into each other at the salon, a small grin forming on her lips. “Hello! Ah, I don’t think I ever got your name, though..” The young female added, head tilting slightly as she bit down on her lip gently.

Seulgi couldn’t help but stare at the younger female in front of her, her jaw dropped just a tad as her cheeks were already flushed from the compliment. “Eeey, Jennie-yah! What are you talking about?!” The tone of her voice rose to almost like a squeak, her skin now tinted with a deep shade of crimson. “You’re not dead, silly! Nor am I an angel!”

"Some weather we're having, huh?"

“Aaahh, diets...” The female spoke up, a sigh followed suit as she leaned back in her seat, head tilting back. “Diets... Where to even begin with this issue?” She mumbled, chewing on her lip gently before sitting up straight. “Strict dieting is and will always be part of the job. That’s the thing; no matter what others do, no matter how hard others try to change it. It will never change. It’s like.. Piggy Dolls sunbae, who tried to show everyone that size doesn’t matter but talent does and it was a great idea but a few months later, they looked completely different for their comeback. The weight loss was very dramatic and soon enough, the line-up was completely changed instead.” She added, a small frown forming on her lips as her shoulders dropped. “Strict dieting isn’t only something that the company pushes for. A lot of times, netizens would leave comments about our looks and our weight which also pushes several idols to undergo extreme diets. Being an idol, overall, is... It’s hard.. We want to give joy and hope to others but also, we’re setting up such high standards that can lead to such unhealthy habits.” She continued on and soon enough, she let out another frustrated sigh as the female felt that she was unable to answer the question properly. “It’s just hard. Not all diets are horrible; as long as it’s healthy and at a slow pace then it’s fine.”