She heaves a long sigh, exuding all of the air in her lungs in the process while placing a hand on her hip. He looks at her with curiosity and she holds his gaze, creating a somewhat awkward moment where they were contemplating each other in silence as if there wasn’t an elephant in the room that needed to be addressed. The idol presses her lips together and keeps them sealed, although the corners of her mouth continue to twist and twitch in her attempt to stop herself from blurting out the truth…or laughing. It was probably both.
Nicole does her best to maintain an air of seriousness for dramatic effect because, truth be told, she’s intrigued by what his mind can come up with in this moment of suspense. Did he immediately assume the worst? Did his thoughts wander to some place that was best left undiscovered? It was tempting. Very tempting to play an innocent ruse on her hoobae.
At the last minute, she hesitates and decides against it. She doesn’t want to come across as immature due to her occasional penchant for roguery. Naturally, her playfulness is all in good fun and humor but she recognized that there’s a time and place for everything. “Ah, Jongup-ah, sometimes I forget that you are four years my junior”, she remarks unexpectedly, veering off topic for a split second before answering his question with an air of nonchalance. “I assure you that it wasn’t that bad. It…It might have involved embarrassing myself in a public place, but this was some years ago”.
Ah yes, some years ago indeed. She must have been in her late teens when the thing in question happened - a story she will save for another time if he’s still interested in hearing it in greater detail. She doesn’t go any further than that, instead offering the younger dancer a lighthearted smile. “Listen, Klondike bars are amazing. My face might’ve been red from sheer embarrassment but I can say with certainty that it was all worth it in the end when I finally got the winning bite out of that Klondike”. She folds her arms across her chest and leans her head to the side, humming quietly in thought. “Ask Daehyun-ah what he’d do for a Klondike bar. He’ll understand where I’m coming from, I’m sure of it!”
All of his attention is held within her grasp; eager ears to accommodate eager eyes in which follow her every action. With their gazes locked he can’t dare to allow his to part from hers in fear that missing even a single movement, look, or quirk in her expression will somehow deny him his awaited response. His curiosity deepens at the subtle changes in her features every so often which always revert back to the same serious face, confusing him further on what was to be expected of the supposedly embarrassing tale that awaited him.
Her response is deemed almost anticlimactic with the story still held safely in its secrecy. Disappointment causes a faint sigh, but he smiles through it nonetheless, happy with the minor details she allowed herself to reveal to him. “Well, if you say it isn’t anything too bad, then I suppose I’ll have to believe you seeing as you wouldn’t lie to me right? I know ya wouldn’t.” There’s a chuckle to finish off his statement, but somewhere along the way his lips retire their smiling stance, lower lip protruding so that he now sports a small pout.
“C’mon, if you say things like that it’s a bit teasing, I’m only getting more curious! I am glad it was worth it though in the end. Klondike bars must really be that good...” With teeth sinking lightly into his lower tier, he begins to ponder her words. What exactly would Daehyun do for a Klondike bar? His mind begins to avert from a mere thought to vivid imagery, the mentioned vocalist being held upside down by his ankles. For whatever reason he isn’t wearing a shirt, nor is he wearing pants; the only thing clothing his body being a pair of boxer briefs decorated in a pink heart-shape pattern. He’s singing out almost like a scream the lyrics to jingle bells whilst his cheeks flaunt a deep shade of red. A crowd stretches around him, and in reward for his embarrassing act he is given his promised treat.
With that, Jongup shudders out of the unwarranted imagery feeling cursed by his own imagination. “I’m not so sure I want to know what he’d do any longer.” The words are honest, but that won’t stop him from asking later on. “So what if I asked for a Klondike bar right now? Believe it or not all this talk has got me craving one.”
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