“No, stop. You’re doing it wrong.” She laughs, getting up to shimmy her hips whilst flapping her arms about.
With I.O.I's last concert, Bora could only imagine how emotional Chungha had been this past week. She had made up her mind to do something she excelled at. Cheer her up. Donning her most garish outfit, a backwards snapback and a tub of ice cream she turned up on the other's doorstop. As the front door was opened, she lent her weight against the frame and looked Chungha straight in the eyes. "You. Me. Ugly dance off. Now." Her serious expression didn't waver as she pushed past the other and made her way into the room without giving her a chance to respond. She set the ice cream down on the table and pulled out her speakers. 'Silento' echo'd around the room. "Show me your worst."
Fast forwards to now, not even ten minutes later, and Bora is a spluttering heap on the floor. She lets out a cackle, clutching her stomach. "You need to save this for weekly idol or something," she says between breaths. "Your personal charms."