The expression of the younger changes from shocked to puzzled and then back to shocked in seconds as he listens to the other. A long overdramatic sigh leaves his lips as he sits down on the sofa as well. His mind was running crazy as he was already trying to figure out on how to get rid of any proofs. He can exactly imagine the situation and how terrified the other must have been. He moves closer to the other until he is sitting next to him on the sofa. “But he didn’t!! He is still alive but--” his voice now merely a whisper, his expression dead serious. “Did you kill the guy afterwards? Because If you have, I won’t have your back! We will be strangers, I will be the one to hand you over!” It was his way of easing the mood, as his lips curl into a grin only a moment after.

Chanmi had actually been trying to avoid an uncle fan, she wasn't the most popular member of AOA but she still had old ahjussi's running after her, trying to creep on her. She had decided to find a guy she could use as a protector and ‘boyfriend’ figure, this particular male, had a lot of females around him but she thought he’d be a good protective figure to protect her from the creepy stalker which had followed her into this bar. Grabbing his wrist she pulls him down to her level, “just go with it, I’m trying to avoid an uncle fan stalking me,” she mutters loud enough for him to here. “How could you be here with all these girls huh?!” She yells a little louder hoping the male would get the hint.

Her admitting of defeat wasn’t one of complete sincerity and acceptance of her errors, but rather, a means to put an end to an argument that felt everlasting. It was a silly battle to endure, but it wasn’t in Hyesoo’s nature to let something like this pass-- not when she felt so strongly about the subject and her gut feeling of being right. The rapper cringed somewhat as she was patted, moving to fix her hair back in place as she mulled over her next rebuttal. “It’s just not natural. What part of the chicken is even shaped the same way that a nugget is?” She asked, though part of her was certain that it wouldn’t have made much of a difference in the end. “Hey, hey, I’ll say I was wrong here, but you can’t call me uneducated on chickens. I had like, ten of them as pets when I was younger. I know chickens inside and out, more than I truthfully want to.”

The Jeju-do native, whose attention has been drawn to the chords of the bass for the last two seconds already, gives the boy one more second of reflection. Another explanation, maybe? A valid one. Yet nothing but deep notes can be heard. The girl tears her gaze off the object into the other’s hands, to let it land on his face instead. ( ain’t no risk he’s going to look at me with that beauty down on his lap! ) « I don’t like asswipes, yet sometimes I see myself forced to deal with them, » she replies, returning the hint of playfulness she’d sensed within that last look he’d granted her with. « Not liking a thing doesn’t make you good at another. »

"As magnificent as it may have been, it doesn’t change the fact it was completely and uselessly impractical. Because it may have been great and wonderful but it was reckless. It could have done a lot worse than it did. Not thinking about the consequences is selfish. How many people could it have potentially hurt?” He knows he sounds bitter. Because at one point he had wanted to inspire others like that. Wanted to be and do it all. But now it was a washed up wish floating down the seas of his regrets without another wasted thought. “Absurdly chivalric, stupid, not magnificent. Quixotic, pathetic, same thing.”