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Perhaps, she was more embarrassed than he was; for a stranger to say out of the blue that someone’s fly was down sounded so suspicious anyway, but she wasn’t staring, if anyone wanted to accuse her of it; she was just looking down when she spotted his zipper open like that. Her head turned away a bit as he explained, hiding the light blush that dusted her cheeks and she laughed shyly, a hand lifting to use her hair to obscure some of it, auburn locks hiding her face. “It’s okay--” She said, her voice small. “I m-mean, I’m sorry-- but I wasn’t really staring, I just happened to notice it when I was about to look down..”

It wasn’t until he had invited her out; it had been a while since she last went out clubbing that Da-in had forgotten just how fun it was to dance and do things without a care in the world. She was a dancer by nature; it doesn’t take much for a good beat to take over her body, moving around on its own accord. The fluidity and gracefulness of her otherwise alluring movement must have attracted the attention of some men, who all seemingly wanted to have their turn with her. She didn’t mind--more like, she wasn’t really in the right state of mind to care. Bodies grazed and ground against each other as she simply just danced; hands all over--but such was the nature of clubs, wasn’t it? A gasp escaped her when she gets pulled into a direction she couldn’t tell which, auburn eyes landing on the face of her companion. She stilled to let him properly whisper against her ear, his height making it rather easy to do so, and she just grinned, pulling back to look at him, her hands settled on his shoulders. “Coooooome on, Felix, don’t be such a buzzkill,” she said in retort, slightly slurred. "if you’re so worried about me then you should have danced with me from the beginning.”

“My memorable first time..” Da-in drifts off, falling into her thoughts. What was her most memorable first time? She sifts through her memories, lips forming an ‘o’ upon recollection of one good first time. “Definitely the time when I first tried cooking--almost burnt the house down into ashes. I haven’t tried again, but maybe I will, soon! How about you, hm? Surely, you have more interesting first times than I do.”

“Stop calling me cute,” she mumbled under her breath, her speech slurred as she was--yet again, surpise!--under the influence of alcohol. She probably should stop drinking so much as she had been doing lately. She had been holding back perfectly fine, until one of her friends invited her for a night out; coincidentally, Hanhae was there, too; halfway through the night, instead of hanging out with her friends, she sat with him, downing bottles after bottles, getting herself drunk once again. “I’m not cute, I’m shexy!” She exclaimed, shaking her body a bit, which resulted into the collision of their heads. She didn’t mean to do that, really--so when he scolded her for it, she pouted, falling silent. A drunk Da-in was far more emotional compared to the sober one, after all. “I’m shorry,” she grumbled, sniffing after. Whether it was because it’s cold that she developed a fleeting cold or because of her unstable emotions, she doesn’t know. “I didn’t mean to hurt you..”

Quite frankly, she wasn’t really upset; more than upset, however, she was lonely. After being ordered to rest by both her agency and her doctor, she hadn’t been doing anything else, but all her friends are busy and couldn’t come entertain her while she recovered at home. And so she would always end up bothering Seokjin with silly messages or random calls, whether voice or video. Of course, she never took it personally whenever he got busy--he was working, she she understood--but sometimes, she liked to sulk just to mess with him. Seokjin was a darling, so sometimes, as much as she hated to admit it, it’s fun to tease him. “It’s okay,” she said, beaming as she replied. Upon hearing his stomach, hers growled just as well, and she blinked for a moment, laughing after. “..it seems you and I are both hungry. I’ll choose the show later on, but I’ll help you make us something to eat. Though you’ll be the one doing the cooking.. I’ll clean up after you.”

Laughter spilled from her lips, and her eyes rolled. “Who said you’re handsome? And I’m more of a fast-paced kind of person, but in this case.. ” After dancing for hours on end, the two of them had ended up in the middle of the studio, lying down on the wooden floor. What started as a rather casual discussion about choreography and work in general, their subject gradually moved to more personal things, which brought them to where they were now, and him implying she’s interested to know more about him. Da-in looked at Woojin, hazel eyes fixed on his face for a moment before shifting her head a bit to get a better look. “..well, I’m not going to lie, I am curious about a few things. What made you want to dance?”

“eh?!” her tone was low and quiet, albeit being highly surprised; da-in turned to glance at her younger companion, eyes wide before peering at the couple who had just walked past them. “..they didn’t feel like it,” she murmured, musing; normally, she would sense a fellow celebrity, simply by the aura they emit. listening to yongsun, she pursed her lips, somehow feeling disappointed. “i mean, i don’t really have anything against dating, because we’re all humans and we have the right to see people,” she paused a bit to let her go in first, following her into the cafe they frequented together. “but hasn’t he learned his lesson?” they paused for a moment as they looked for a spot to settle in, since the table by the window that they normally took was occupied. “huh. he must have been cheating on the first girl then. but is it really worth it, ruining your career, when you haven’t even left the starting line yet?” she shrugged, sitting on the chair once they found a place. smiling at the waiter who handed them the menu, she looked back at yongsun, and whispered, “ you think he’s only doing this for the climb? i mean, like a social butterfly.”

“i’m changing clothes,” she jested, laughing after. “i’m just kidding, it’s a surprise!” she exclaimed after, then fumbling with the things in her hands, calling him after. “you can look now,” she said, and when he did turn, she grinned brightly, lifting her hands a bit to show him the two wine glasses she expertly held in one, the other holding onto a bottle of red wine. “A Montoya Cabernet Sauvignon. You said you wanted to chill, right?”