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Mingyu’s lips part to let escape the amused chuckle as he raised a brow at the younger girl. His gaze falls on her rabbit ears and the glittery pink toy mic in her hand and he couldn’t help but freeze on the spot, his fingers still curled around the door knob that had opened the door to an impromptu dance session that ended abruptly. His hand raised to rub the back of his neck, unsure of whether to openly let free his amusement or apologize in haste and make a retreat. Her words came as the breaking point as he broke out into laughter. “Well then, seems like someone needs some spice to offset all that sugar.”
“Oppaaaa… why are you being like this?” She questioned, reproach dripping from her tone as she clutched the pink toy mic to her chest, as though it were something precious, that needed to be kept out of the hands of the unworthy. It wasn’t the comment that upset her: in fact, she found that intriguing, and she’d return to it later, but the laughter. “It was—it was practice! You can’t mock someone for wanting to practice, can you?” She could hold her serious expression for three seconds at most, before the corners of her lips started twitching, hinting a smile. “So we have the sugar, spice will be found somewhere… but what about everything nice?”
