@sngriyah
❝ ONE! ❞ Seungri’s voice was too loud and almost sounded like a shout, but he needed the attention– or really, he just wanted to scare her, ❝ You didn’t say you were coming to korea. TWO! I thought that album was just a lie. What is this? ❞ He let the smile he was holding in bounce free, finally, greeting her with it. He stepped forward just to flick her forehead in the only endearing way he knew how to. Part of him found it incredible he was even standing in front of her at the same time; schedules finally finding their ways to cross paths. He checked the watch on his wrist before looking up again, back against the wall, ❝So, LA, what are you doing ‘round these parts. Thought you were too good for us little people now. ❞
“wha—” Chaerin was jolted out of the lyrics she was working through, jet lag keeping her from going home despite just getting off a flight an hour ago. The pen flew out of her hand and he was like a whirlwind leaving her terrified then squinting then letting out a yelp more from surprise than pain, a hand covering her forehead. A moment passed of her blinking at him, letting herself register that the room had been silent except for the sound of her voice only seconds before ... and especially a moment to play up rubbing her forehead. “ah... what’re you doing here... mr. worldwide.” She stood to pick up the pen and aim a quick swat at his arm. “Only when the little people try to give me a heart attack...!” She dropped back down into the chair comfortably as if she hadn’t been across the world for most months out of the year. “I only just got here... should I always call you as soon as I land?” Her own genuine smile broke through as she tapped the pen against her fingertips. “I didn’t expect you to be here either, you’re always who knows where.”