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    he raises an eyebrow in curiosity, giving a tiny huff of a chuckle under his breath. ❝ haelin, while i agree, you really should be more humble. ❞ jumin hummed, reaching over to flick a crawling critter off the younger’s hair. ❝ you had a little bug on you. i was waiting for you to notice, but that didn’t happen. ❞

“aw, come on, hyung,” childishly groans the rapper, plush lips protruding in a pout that he’d only ever allow one near to his heart to witness. “i spent my whole childhood thinking i was ass fuckin’ ugly. let me just have this moment, yeah?” though that short drawl concerning his juvenescence is very true, haelin strategically laughs to eradicate any weight it may have otherwise settled onto the lighthearted atmosphere. in assistance of this, his eyes narrow and his head almost mechanically turns to survey either shoulder - first left, then right - prior to dark brows lifting quizzically. 

“a bug?! 아이고!!” in his distress, he’s clearly bypassed the modifying adjective, little. “you coulda said something instead of just looking, huh? is it still on me?”

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“pageants??” she echoes, eyebrows arching and dragging up lazy eyelids with them. she had just entered the practice room, duffel bag suspended along the curve of her slender shoulder as her hand grasps the thick anse, ready to lift it from its place so she could access the contents. but as jumin addresses her, she stops mid-motion. what a bizarre thing to say - it catches her off guard, hence why she’s frozen for a solid few seconds. 

had he said something prior that she’d missed while going over her routine in her mind? it’s likely - she may be a woman, but multitasking isn’t always her metier, as per the legend ( probably devised by men ) so claims. at any rate, the petite female drops her bag to the finished wooden floor and nears him, placing a mild hand to his forehead; testing for warmth. “hoobae, are you okay?? i’d expect random babbling from your groupmates, but not you -” though there lies some affectionate teasing in that jab at his members, the concern defining her countenance does not falter. 

“why would you be having nightmares about pageants??”

    diet? possibly their personal trainer’s doing. girl groups always had the most difficult time dealing with this kind of stuff, but jumin was a firm believer in bending the rules. ❝ not even just a bite? i promise i won’t tell our trainer! one time won’t hurt you, hmm? ❞

it is ingrained in yorae - near to second nature - to fret over her appearance. considering all that she had gone through with bullying and feeling outcasted not only by her ‘far prettier’ classmates, but the women in magazines and the idols on tv, this tendency of hers is by no means unprecedented or nonsensical. by logical and chronologicial standards, at least. jumin seems not to understand the vitality with which yorae sees maintaining a slim and light figure, but she cannot and does not blame him. she’s never told him the darker parts of her story - and she doesn’t really plan to. 

“well - oppa ...” she looks at the plate of cupcakes, and she can’t fool herself into thinking they fail to appear delicious, nor that she does not want one. she bites her lip, extending her hand - at the edge of giving in - when she grabs her own wrist and snaps her offending hand against her breastbone. 

“아이고 ~ . . . oppa, i can’t. i weigh the most in my group, already. i don’t want to make it worse.” she pouts, air filling her already fleshy cheeks. “where did you get these, anyway?”

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 jumin chuckles at this statement, placing his hand on yusan’s back before giving a friendly pat. ❝ yes, yes, you’re quite amazing, sannie. i’m quite aware of that, but thank you for that generous reminder. ❞ he responds, pulling away before grinning his way. 

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