Elle
She sits on the couch, watching the performance in front of her. Her long red hair being woven by expert hands into a bun. She watches as the pair kisses, a poorly placed wigs sliding across their heads. âGay,â she mutters, as hands slide across each other. âHella gay.â âLike you're one to talk.â She looks to the right, before she hears a sharp tut. Her head is moved forward again, and she looks with her eyes. âI like you don't I, Sanghyuk?â She counters, looking back at the pair. âIf you two wanted to be exibitionists, you could have asked first.â The two break apart. âThanks for the idea, Elle, but I want Shikkie all to myself.â âHwannie,â Wonshik whines, hiding in Jaehwan's near yellow wig. Jaehwan grabs Wonshik's hand before pulling him away. Hands leave her hair, with a bun in place. âBehave you two.â She lays down across Sanghyuk's lap. Sanghyuk looks down at her. âThis is not a good angle for you,â Elle says, poking his jaw. Sanghyuk laughs, and moves his head back. âBetter.â Sanghyuk rolls his eyes, and pulls her up. âYou're better.â He lets his dirty blond hair fall in his face. She blushes. âGay,â she mutters. âNo gayer than you,â he teases, and patting down her bun. It falls out, and he stands up. She looks down at her hair. âHakyeon spent an hour on this stupid thing,â she counters, before he runs from the room. She groans, and flops back on the couch. âHakyeon! Sanghyuk didn't behave!â
