“i do have friends. and i’m an amazing company. an amazing guy, really. just because i don’t have that many, it doesn’t mean that i’m bad at it.” a gesture as natural as letting his hand lazily lean behind turns to be his biggest enemy, slender fingers unwillingly pointing at the rest of the band — the most obvious choice of friends for park jaehyung. “i mean,” quick to clear his throat, he’s now keeping both hands over the guitar’s nylon strings, “they’re not the only ones of course.”
anyone would be appalled by the brash attitude she is displaying, but not jaehyung; there’s a certain vibe he’s catching from her, a vibe he knows he might easily connect to. that’s how it is with certain people — you meet them once and you just know. of course, he won’t be brazen himself and jump to conclusions which have absolutely no definite roots. patience. keep her talking, observe her body language, sketch out a list of all the smiles she’s showing, respond accordingly to her inquiries, wait for the right reactions. it’s all too detailed and systematic in his head, however they mingle into one thing — get to know her. “thanks. if i didn’t play and sing well, you wouldn’t be here admiring me. you know, guys with instruments? they have that effect on people.”
following the girl’s actions, fans begin to slowly and hesitantly approach, occupying the patches of grass around the band (while keeping a safe distance, unlike jae’s new companion) or whatever nearest benches they can get. the audience is suddenly livelier, gossip skittering into the air alike dozens of whispers, quaint faces keeping themselves hidden to the best of their abilities.
“huh — the effect is so great that you want me to forever taint your shoes with my signature. i see how it is. only if you tell me your favourite day6 song. but watch out, this is a real and important test. i’ve got a few songs in my mind and i’m still trying to find a person who agrees with me that, hell yeah, the band reached its peak thanks to them.” is it a serious challenge? a jaunty taunt? if she does answer with what he’d like to hear, now that would be something.
he still doesn’t know what he could make out of it.
The wind is a nice contrast to the warm weather, strands of her hair riding the breeze that flows through the air. A bit bothered, she tucks them behind her ear and smiles at him in amusement. Her eyes are squinted just lightly - mostly because of the sunlight - and then she looks over her shoulder to the rest of the band. His friends. A couple of them are glancing at her, wary for the right reasons. Any random fan so bold must seem like trouble in their eyes. Choi Jinri is unbothered. Her eyes find the guitarist again and she grins a little. “Am I going to get an extensive list of your celebrity friends? You can tell me, ya know. But I don’t really care about that. I came to talk to you, after all.”
Slender fingers pluck at the grass between them, slim pieces of green then laid just above her knee on her thigh in a tidy horizontal row of them. She laughs because of him, concludes he’s comfortable with her bold behavior for some reason. Maybe he’s just being polite, after all this is Jae from Day6. An artist. Jinri hasn’t met many of those, but something feels different. Maybe it’s because he has the mindset of an American. Maybe. Not really. Even convincing herself of that is difficult to do. “Is that your role? Be a cool guy with a guitar and stuff. I mean, I completely agree, don’t get me wrong. Guys with instruments are dangerous, but you don’t look as intimidating when you talk. Almost like a person.” The emphasis on the last word brings a grin on her lips, but she isn’t looking at him this time. Her eyes are focused on the grass arranged on her thigh.
From the moment she decided to give in to her impulses, she knew she wouldn’t have much time to talk to an artist like that. True, it worked out better than she’d expected it to, but soon fans - actual, dedicated fans - will swarm around them as well, following her example. She hasn’t been kicked away yet. It sends a signal, encouraging the rest of them to approach the group as well. A shame, she finds herself thining. For an abrupt chat, talking to the musician actual proved to be very enjoyable.
Her eyes find his at the test he’s shoved her way. Her laughter rings free for a second. What a question. Her dainty hands move her hair over one shoulder, exposing the other, and she glances at the green ground just for a second. “That’s a difficult question. Something tells me you want me to either say Congratulations, because obviously the band has been on its peak ever since debut - or, any other song that had your direct involvement with its creation. You know, it’s the best because you wrote it. Did I get that right?” Her head tilts a little as she watches him, a timid grin attempted to be hidden as she bites at her lip. “Should I take my shoe off to claim my prize?”
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