“Why? Are you keeping something scary in here?” Sereia asked. Her hands were inches from the drawer’s handle. Curiosity danced in her eyes. Honestly, what was she doing here? He was an idol. She didn’t belong here. And to add onto that, she was looking through his stuff. Other girls would kill for a moment like this. For the life of her, she couldn’t find out why he’d say such a thing. She turned to him, wide eyed, awaiting an answer.
The male stuttered, and squinted his eyes at the girl's hands. He had to think of an excuse as to why she couldn't look into it-- it wasn't that there was any thing scary inside the container, rather... something important. Something he couldn't allow anyone to see. Not even his fellow bandmates. He cleared his throat, and flashed a smile.
"Depends what your definition of scary is. I just would strongly recommend you don't open it-- for both your own good, and mine," he replied in a sly tone, with a raised brow. A small laugh escaped his lips shortly after, and he gave the girl a sincere look.
"But, please, don't look in there. If you're curious as to what I have hidden in my life, you can look in my closet, or any other drawer."