Oblivious to her anxiety, Hoseok happily drank his soup, surprised at how many memories the taste brought back of his earlier years of living with his biological parents. It was strange to be teleported back after all these years, to moments he hadnât thought about in a long time. Thinking back to those innocent moments with his parents, his themed birthday parties that his mother happily and carefully put together to enable his nerdiness, the one day in the year where he felt the happiest. While he had always felt weird and uncomfortable under lots of attention, he also enjoyed the presents and food associated. He was a big cake person after all.
The change of subject to Akiâs bunny was still a welcome one, pulling him out of his melancholic state. Life had seemed much easier then. Not nearly as stressful as the current circumstances. âMetal?â He echoed, surprised to hear the term in association with a rabbit. âIâve never heard of the poem, actually.â It was slightly embarrassing to admit he didnât understand a literature reference, but even someone who worked in a bookstore could miss out on things, right? While he wanted to ask who âDai-chanâ was, he kept the question to himself, not wanting to seem too nosy or perhaps touch on a sensitive topic. For all he knew, it could be someone she had cared for and lost. Which made him realize that despite the girlâs tendency to ramble, he actually did not know that much about her.
âI like metal. Music, I mean.â He offered, hoping he wasnât making a mistake by sort of changing the subject. Surely the admission wouldnât come as a surprise, considering his attire. âDo rabbits have a music preference? I havenât let ours listen to my music, because his ears are big and I didnât want to hurt them. He also ran away from Jiwonnie for a long time.â His best friend being rather⊠loud sometimes remained unspoken. âI guess he likes me because he likes calm people. Maybe?â The most he had done was gone to pet rabbits at the pet store, but he knew nothing about them. At least he had Aki there to provide him with the correct food, because he would have been clueless otherwise. âI didnât know that rabbits can purr like cats, but he did that the other day.â He then added with a soft smile.
âMm, metal,â She confirmed with a nod, her cheeks tinting a rosy pink. âIâm really into it, but I donât think Gigi is a metal kinda girl, sheâs more like...Kylie Minogue, you know? I think thatâs more her vibe.â Had she been in different company, she might have felt self conscious speaking about her bunnies like they were people with fully formed personalities. That might have been how she felt about them, but it had been her experience that most people did not consider bunnies to be as expressive and individualistic as cats or dogs. âThatâs okay,â She said when Hoseok admitted to being unaware of the poem. âI wouldnât have known it either if it werenât for, you know.â
The smile on her face only increased in brightness when he said he also liked metal music. It was a welcome change of subject, since thinking of Daisuke was always a bittersweet thing. More bitter than sweet, usually. âOur bunny,â She echoed, her face flushing at how cute that sounded. The girl was not sure she had shared anything with another person and the fact she had found herself co-parenting a bunny with a friend was something she couldnât have conjured up in her wildest imagination. âOur bunny doesnât really like noise, does he? Sometimes when weâre all alone I sing for him. He doesnât mind that so much.â
Her nose scrunched up a little as she giggled at the fact Jiwon was finding no success bonding with their rabbit. âI agree. I think he likes you because you have a similar vibe, teehee.â It was true. They both seemed timid and calm. Quietly curious and introverted. âIsnât it so cute when they purr?â She said, sitting up a little more in her chair. âI feel like the sound of them being happy heals my heart. Gigi purrs a lot and Daisuke almost never does.â