ᴛᴀɴɢᴇʀɪɴᴇ.

“Oh, my? I really can’t lie to you – you know me too well and this is making my life difficult –” she clicked her tongue after those words and leaned in just to pretend to be biting at your finger once it was pointed at her. “Please love my cheese, I’m doing this out of love. This is the only way I can accept to come and eat some unhealthy food with you. Yerin-aaaah …” she said with a pout and puppy eyes, both meant to emphasize her mushy side.

— && SHE ROLLED HER eyes without even noticing it, as she chuckled a little bit. “We’ve been friends for a whie now, do you think I never pay attention to you?” Yerin pursed her lips in some kind of weird pout while looking at Joy, she tried to keep a straight face though, but the other always made it so hard. She looked away soon after, while pinching the biridge of her nose. “Ah, go away, I’m gonna die~ But alright! I accept your cheese, now you accept my unhealthy food and come with me. We’re going to a magical place, where food is amazing and people won’t chase after us.” 

“You’re a big fan, really…?” His tone indicates that of doubtfulness because of the fact that Yerin asked for ice cream at the end of the sentence–although that doesn’t made Jinyoung particularly sad or anything but rather the fact that he’s crossing his arm right now, wearing a oblivious expression. “…Mmm, I wonder about that. Should I give you ice cream or should I not? I’m afraid your manager will got mad if he finds out that you eat ice cream–you’re promoting now, aren’t you?”

— && A MISCHIEVOUS SMIRK curved upon her lips as she watched the male. She wasn’t lying, though, she was a big fan but getting some free ice cream as well was good, childish, but oh well. Her manager already said no, because that meant getting the six girls either ice cream or anything they wanted, not just Yerin and he was already way too nice to treat them dinner the night before. “I am promoting, but that’s not something that could stop you from getting me ice cream! Besides, if he doesn’t know, he won’t be mad, right?”

▨ “Unnie, please.” She divides the space between her and the older female by an extended arm, casually making her entrance into the dancing game. “….this is how you make an entrance…into a club….when I’m old enough.” It was never a dull moment between the two, just a little bit extra on top of their silly antics, which was always a questionable kind of fun on their part.

— && SHE TRIED HARD to not roll her eyes after hearing the younger’s comment, of course, she couldn’t stop herself from doing so. A wholehearted laughter left her mouth as she placed both of her palms on her own hips before moving them side to side in a really stiff way. “And this is how you do a sexy dance or better yet, chicken dance!” She attempted to do her popular ‘chicken dance’ but stopped herself right away. “But wait, even if we’re old enough to go to clubs we’re gonna be too lazy and would just stay home.”