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The request was rather odd and out of nowhere, but he wasn’t someone to turn something like this down. And so he raised his hand to hold hers, smiling sweetly, wondering what was wrong. “Woah, your hand is so soft!”

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it seems unprompted - but she’s completely fine with this. in her comfort zone, she often could be the kind of person that prefers pattern and schedule over spontaneity and arbitrariness - but yorae has wished for many a year to be able to branch out more in abandoning that safe mindset and trying to embrace something a little less … tame.

not because she had some good girl gone bad desire to be rebellious, yet that she wants more control of her life, and more comfort with circumstances or happenings that she cannot control nor predict. and if any four men could open the door and shove her right through it, they were the craziest seniors she knew, whose title itself projected a sense of ordered disorder. despite their debuting two years after her, yorae holds immense respect for the members of mjsa - for all they had gone through alone, not to mention the talent that exists among them.

but it knows no limit of professional standard - no, her admiration for them is rooted in their personalities. they always appear to be fighting or bothering one another, but somehow, the love between them was also palpable. maybe it’s aboy thing she just doesn’t understand, but that won’t stop her from trying.

baffled at how her own thoughts have taken such a tangent, she transports herself back to the present, hoping her thoughts hadn’t kept her away uncomfortably long. her nose scrunches in a manner mirroring a rabbit’s; appending a confused air to her amused expression.

“oppa … do you really think about that kind of stuff? i’m sure no one in their right mind would change their name to sour milk … unless they lost a bet. which is why i don’t gamble.” she shakes her head at yusan, brushing dark tresses,which had come loose in the movement, away from her face.

“you’re silly.”

            —♔ Yusan’s commonly known soft spot for young women was an understatement when it came to Yorae. He’s not totally sure why, he just knows he likes poking fun at her and joking around which is the most genuine form of affection anyone’s ever gotten from the man. Part of it rests in his fascination with how pure she is compared to himself. Polar opposites, it would seem that the two would never get along but he’s never not messing with her when he sees her or tickling her until she can’t breathe. 

           ❝ Not saying that anyone would voluntarily do it, but they could if they wanted to. It’s a free world. Anyone’s aloud to be as illogical and wild as they want. Doesn’t mean everyone will accept them but they’re allowed. ❞

          He can’t help but laugh at the thought of someone actually changing their name to Sour Milk. It’s not just this that’s funny to him but also how her nose scrunches and she looks confused for a moment. He reaches out patting her on the head before he holds out the container of pocky towards her and tilts his head.

           ❝ All I’m saying is you can do virtually whatever you want. Why hold back, you know? It seems like there’s no point.  ❞

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