` QUESTION TIME .
@seungcheolrk
he sits on the practise room floor after training’s ended, legs crossed with his hands on his knees, eyes trained on seungcheol opposite him. they’ve not talked a lot since the group got put together, other than some words exchanged here and there and a little small talk. ten’s gathered that seungcheol is rather more timid than most other members of the group, and he can’t understand how someone so seemingly sweet could be best friends with the angry elf jihoon.
“have you thought of what they might ask yet? how truthful do we have to be? if they ask about our darkest, deepest secrets do we have to tell them?” tapping his index finger against his bottom lip for a moment he watches seungcheol, then hurriedly spins to open his backpack and tug out his little pack of banana milk bottles, sliding one over to seungcheol and taking one for himself.
“this is the drink of kings, hyung.” ten figures if seungcheol doesn’t like banana milk, that could explain why he’s so timid - he doesn’t have the strength of the best drink out there running through him.