'Are you sure about this?' / Welcome to 2k
Qifang doesn’t like Halloween. He hasn’t since he was a child, has always preferred the late summer rituals of Zhong Yuan Jie to the chilly commercialism of Halloween; he regards it frostily, put off by the adopted holiday in more ways than one. Costumes aren’t his thing, his sweet tooth isn’t very strong, and the idea of wandering the streets in search of treats and tricks makes him uncomfortable, so, without fail, the holiday passes by each year with little fanfare from him. Qifang doesn’t like Halloween, but this year, it feels different, and he can’t quite figure out why.
Maybe it’s the company. Maybe it’s the group. He’s trained for what feels like a century (or maybe two), bided his time waiting for his debut, hung back and watched other groups, other artists, climb the charts. Then spring came, and with it, Qifang’s turn, and ever since, he’s been… happier. More satisfied. More indulgent. The idea of participating in Halloween festivities isn’t so profoundly uncomfortable, and neither is the thought of sneaking around the company’s building, fists shoved deep in the pockets of an oversize hoodie and Heo June at his side, a prank or three up his sleeve.
Her voice cuts through the easy silence that’s settled over them, and Qifang eyes her questioningly. His eyebrow twitches, his lips purse, his eyes narrow, and it all happens in a fraction of a second, a quick reaction to her uneasiness. “Yeah,” he says without hesitation, voice flat and disinterested, like explaining this to her is some kind of chore. It isn’t, and he hopes she realizes that, but he’s never been amazing at rousing up enthusiasm when there’s not a camera within a few feet of him. “It was my idea, wasn’t it?”