かな

Seungho slipped on his jacket with a soft wince. The soreness tore through his upper back from all the training and weight lifting from the day before. He would have thought he was going to be getting used to doing it for years straight, but his body still wanted to go against him. Even when in pain, he didn’t want to show it to make people worry. That was a huge no go in his book. Taking a deep breath, he quickly zipped up the light jacket with a soft sigh exhaling once the deed was done. By this time, he exited the hall to see Kana getting ready as well.  “Maybe the Ahjussi’s will recognize you this time and hit on you to get us free drinks. I’ll make sure they won’t get too far. Or maybe Acchan will be giving them hawkeyes from the background and ready to take them out with a straw.”

（ ☆ ） ━ Kana heaved a heavy sigh of relief as she slipped on her jacket slowly. She was in pain too, and like the other, she didn’t want to show it and worry anyone. Working out was something she had done daily along with her other usual schedules, but her body never got used to it. She was a woman with a dream that her body didn’t always agree with, which could sometimes make it harder on her, but she always managed to push through it somehow. When she heard his voice, she spun around and smiled brightly, her nose crinkling at the comments he made. “Free drinks would be nice, but Acchan wouldn’t allow anyone to flirt with me. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was waiting to take you out with a straw just for suggesting it.” She teased as she playfully nudged the male. 

He nodded slowly as he listened to her words, interested in her experience before he smiled at her. “Oh but that’s good. Of course you’re always going to miss your old home a little bit but I’m glad you’re feeling comfortable here. I’m sure such a big change must be really difficult in the beginning but it’s also really exciting, right? It’s good that everything turned out well for you.” He really meant it. She seemed like a really nice girl and Jinwoo hoped things would continue to go well for her. “Ah yes, learing choreographies from songs you like is a fun way to practice. Maybe you should do a cover of our next song then!” He grinned at her. “I would really like to hear that.” 

（ ❥ ⋰ Acchan blinked a few times, then shook her head. “ Not all of them do! I know some are open late, Mama and I went to one the night we got home from Japan earlier this year. “ She nodded, recalling the memory vividly, despite how exhausting– and difficult –of a time it was for the female. However she gently glided over those facts, focusing on the current subject on hand, finding a place to eat at. She hurriedly followed the other, putting on her shoes and zip-up hoodie as she gently slipped her hand onto the others, fingers lacing with Kana’s. “ Curry sounds good if the BBQ place isn’t open…or jokbal! “ Acchan said with a bright smile, honestly perfectly content with anything as long as it was warm. ）

（ ☆ ） ━ “Curry or Jokbal... It’s always the same with you, isn’t it?” She couldn’t help but chuckle, her hand giving the others an affectionate squeeze as she guided her out the door. Locking it behind them, she shuffled forward with her, her eyes batting quickly. “I mean, we could say the same about me and BBQ I suppose, but still.” Sticking her tongue out, she playfully bumped their hips together. “If there’s no BBQ, we can get Curry--- Or Jokbal. I’m fine with either, really.”

Luckily her phone was sturdy with a thick phone case around it. Jaehee had to admit that she was a little jumpy from time to time due to various traumas, though usually she could laugh it off like now. “Absolutely fine, don’t you worry.” And yet she hid her face in the palm of her hands, grinning in embarrassment. “This one’s on me. Too many horror movies in my childhood. If you excuse me now, I will go hide in a hole somewhere in embarrassment.”

（ ☆ ） ━ Kana felt somewhat at ease when the other had replied, however the worried expression on her face still remained. Scanning the phone with her eyes, she sighed in relief when she saw it was fine. “No no, it’s okay!” She laughed and reached forward, gently patting her arm reassuringly. “Horror movies scare me too and tend to make me jumpy, but I still love watching them. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’m just glad I didn’t cause you to break your phone.”

She pressed her lips on a thin line, repeating her words in her head and eventually, she gave a single nod. ❛Sounds like a good plan. You just need to make it sound a little more convincing, maybe pout a little, add cute to make them not scold us? That usually works.❜ Chaeyeong absolutely hated acting cute, but no matter how many times she has got caught by doing something she wasn’t allowed to do or said something which would get her in trouble, she always gave people her infamous innocent look while beaming widely. And each time, it worked. God bless the dimples. ❛But now, give the bag to me. This unnie is hungry.❜ While speaking, with her hand she gestured the female to give the chip bag and quickly, she licked her lips, already being able to taste the taste of the chips in her mouth.

（ ☆ ） ━  “Pout and add cuteness. Got it!” She munched contently on a chip then turned away from her, taking a moment to perfect her facade before finally turning back around. With her lip jut into a big pout, she batted her eyes at the other quickly as she handed her the bag. “How about this?” She grinned before putting the facade up once again. “Do you think this is cute and pouty enough?” 

       Any concern or worry previously had disappears with her words. He’s not really on edge but his shoulders slouch, all air and tension leaving his body in one motion. He does make a move to lower his cap just in case but he lowers the mask so he’s not speaking so informally. “It’s cool.” Quiet as his words are he’s smiling a bit brighter, a little softer and it’s an indication of just how off-guard he was caught. “I’m glad not all our fans are detectives like you or I’d be in trouble. It’s a dangerous talent.” Not that he’s particularly worried now but five seconds ago he could answer a little differently.

      “Do you just approach anyone you recognize? That might be a little - problematic.” He gets comfortable in his position, hands shoved back in his pockets, eyes still scanning for signs of anyone taking notice of them. “Were you just in the area or were you heading somewhere?”