Eunbyul’s scowl deepened at his ( completely correct ) logic. He might not have been part of a group that primarily danced and collected the most terrifying fans, but the Kings were still scary as hell. Scary to the point where she still checked over her shoulders whenever she hung out with Taejun. The lengths they’d go to get close to her annoying friend shouldn’t be underestimated. She felt bad for the poor bastard.
“I told you I saw your underwear,” she stated with more confidence now. If only she didn’t have a cover to maintain or she’d burst out in laughter and shout something along the lines of, ‘You predictable shit! I was just fuckin’ with you!’ Maybe she would’ve been more shocked at her half-assed guess becoming true if he wasn’t so easy to read. Him liking black underwear was as unexpected as her liking beef.
His laugh. His goddamn laugh. It shot out like a heavy iron cannon ball, black powder and noxious fumes included. She waved a hand in the air to shoo any residue of the obnoxious air away from her. “Did you not hear me say Alex? He’s my bias. Taejun, when are you going to get me Alex’s Kakao?” Leaning in closer to his ear, she raised her voice to the same level his laugh was earlier. “I love Alex, Taejun! Do you hear me now?”
The confidence the girl holds never ceases to amaze and amuse her. The certainty within her answer that his underwear was black and that confidence—just amazing. “Sure you did,” he replies slowly. “Sure you did.” And yet he still gives her the benefit of the doubt because what if she really did see his underwear? Unlikely, pretty sure she’s pulling bullshit out of her ass, but she is still his friend. A good friend on top of that. But again, he’s not exactly sure, especially at her poor attempt to cover her laughter. Maybe he’ll just let it slide—just for this time.
“Whatever, but—“ He raises a brow at the girl. “Alex? I thought you’d go for the eye-candy, Younghyun.” Everyone loves Younghyun, everyone and their mothers (his own included). It still surprises him to this day that she favors someone like Alex (no offense, but he is pretty lanky). Hell, Younghyun is the best looking, even better looking than him. “You sure you don’t want a fancam of Younghyunnie?” He asks again. “You don’t want to see the heartthrob of Ace?”
Another laugh escapes. “Kidding, but if you want a fancam of Alex you gotta pa—“ He frowns, crosses his arms and raises a brow. “No, I’m not giving you is kakao. He doesn’t even know you.”
Her voice pierces his ears and he flinches, backing away from Eunbyul. Damn her voice is loud, how does he deal with this? “Yeah and I heard it,” he mumbles. “Didn’t expect you to be my fan to begin with anyways,” he adds.
