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❛ i’m that kinda person who, between two choices, will always pick the wrong one. ❜ // Welcome to HD!

Pursing her lips, she tilted her head, mildly interested. “That doesn’t sound like a healthy way to go around in life, oppa. You can really get in trouble you know.” Feeling her lips curve into a smile, she leaned in and whispered, “So what wrong choice did you rope us into this time?”

// Ah thank you so much for welcoming me~

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❝ Why not, hyung —? Come on, I’ll even buy you dinner afterwards. Drinks, even. ❞ A small groan of DISAPPOINTMENT escapes Bogum’s lips, the persistence still evident in his voice as he lifted a rather pleading set of eyes onto the older’s face. ❝ I promise you, the place isn’t even going to be crowded. Don’t let me go meet doom all by myself. I can’t pick out a pair of shoes to save my life. ❞ He brings his hand down the front of his face, BEMUSED and exasperated at his own self and wondering if he had managed to convince the other to help him out just this once.

          seunghyun hates shopping. the few exceptions concern furniture and artwork, ( if purchasing such masterpieces can be considered merely ‘shopping’ ) and while he does enjoy wearing clothes and shoes and jewelry, he absolutely detests going to shop for them. this reasoning is the force which scrunches his nose in distaste and narrows his eyes in a mildly disgruntled manner------though he is not angry with bogum for requesting his accompaniment at all, he figures the younger must know that seunghyun has about a 50 percent chance of suffering what he refers to as hyung guilt for the rest of the evening, should he decline. letting a defeated sigh filter past his nasal cavity, and telling himself it’s because of the wine, he nods his head. ❛ alright, alright. i’ll go with you, aish. but if it’s crowded there, i’m leaving. and you’d better keep your promise of dinner, i may be old but i won’t forget. ❜

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❝ You know, hyung… That’s not half bad an idea! At least there we won’t have to avoid sasaengs. ❞ The actor mused, a LAZY finger lifted to scratch his chin before falling sideways on the couch and comfortably shutting his eyes.  ❝ Though the thought of being someoneregular does pass my mind often. We could do crazy things and not be judged for it. The only problem is… ❞ He opens his eyes, a look of SERIOUS contemplation being reflected in his dark orbs that had settled upon the older male. ❝ I don’t know Spanish. Except for the word Adios. ❞ He grins playfully, rolling onto his back and resting his gaze on the ceiling.

“I know right!”, Doojoon readily agrees, the excitement his features portray perhaps a little too much for the rather nonsensical conversation they are having, since neither of them is really going to move to Mexico anytime soon – obviously –, but sometimes it is fun to lose oneself in the endless possibilities of one's imagination. “Yeah, the things I'd do if I wasn't an idol...,” he mumbles as he drops onto a leather armchair, then lets his head fall backwards. “I'd like to start with going to an amusement park without getting caught in a crowd and posing a danger to everyone around.” A soft chuckle leaves his lips in response to the younger's words as he nods slowly, as if realizing that for the first time. “And you don't suppose we could get along with just 'Adios', 'Hola', and 'Gracias'?”

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She wasn’t aware she’d been thinking out loud: if she were, she would have bitten down on her lips, clamped her hands over her mouth – anything to hold in the words. Far from her the intention to offend him, especially since he was her sunbae and she was supposed to be respectful. Well, she’d made a mess out of that: time to clean it up, if she could. “Well, waddling ducks are cute. Ducklings even more so.” She attempted a change of topic, flashing the male her best attempt at an innocent smile – it was usually convincing enough, but she wasn’t so certain about it now. “I doubt I can do any better nowadays!”

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HE BLINKS AT HER momentarily before a small smile forms on his face upon seeing her flustered state. ❝ Joohyun-ssi, you really seem to have forgotten then? ❞ He quirks a brow at her, not quite giving away the fact that she had entrusted her cue cards with him and the microphone with her manager just minutes earlier. ❝ What would you do without me? ❞ He mumbles in a FEIGNED tone of disappointment before gently tapping her shoulder with the cards and holding it out for her with a grin.  ❝ Here you go. As for the microphone, I think it should make its way to you eventually. Else you’re just going to have to share mine. ❞ He added in a playful tone.

SHE FLASHED a sheepish grin, her cheeks flushing red from slight embarrassment over her forgetfulness. “Ah, right, I did left it with you just now!” says softly, taking the cue cards from the male. “It’s true, what would I do without you, ah, Bogum-ssi?” she parrots, letting out a small giggle of embarrassment. “Oh, I really do hope the microphone finds its way to me... Did I leave it to you as well, just now? You’re not teasing me are you? I really have to... deal with sharing a mic with you if I really don’t get it back soon. Ah, what do I do?” she says worriedly, her facial features scrunched up as the fear and anxiety got to her. “Half an hour till’ broadcast starts! I’ll be really doomed if I don’t find it back in time!”