even to tiffany who’s seen him for years, known him for years, and come to cherish him because of it, she feels like she sees new sides of bas whenever he’s performing. he’s not simply bas or superbas as she affectionately addresses him as to anyone other than him, he’s park chanyeol, a rapper, a performer, an artist. because of his close relationship to her brother, she almost forgets the charisma that chanyeol has all his own. “you’re sure you’re okay with this song, right?”
it didn’t seem like either of their styles, at least for a song to work on together. the opposite of what they’re like around each other, it’s more serious, more mature and tiffany would be rapping compared to what she’s expected to do: sing. instead, he’s the one who’s going to sing and it suits his voice more than she thought it would after they tweaked it here and there. a few alterations and it sounded better to her this way, more solemn. less technique and more feeling. more than that, she asks because it’s the first time they are performing together. it wasn’t like the opportunity hadn’t come up before, they just hadn’t. to her, it almost seemed odd to.