“Not even if the mask is very,very creatively decorated?” He presses, frowning as he tugs at the strands of his hair, pulling them into further disarray. “Like a dragon mask with sausages and glitter on it? I personally think that would be—”Shinhye struck her palm to her forehead, shaking her head at the Bassist. She disagreed, puffing out her cheeks as she looked up at him.
“Lee Jaejin. That is nonsense. Your face is as handsome as could be— and if that’s not the case, you still have to. How are you going to get groceries once you’re out of food? You can’t just call me up everytime, nor can you have a bag or mask over your face. You’re overreacting.”
“That’s what I’m good at,” he trills, hands finding purchase on his hips (in the imitations of a heroic pose) as he...
She shakes her head. "Absolutely not, plus, you’d bring even more attention to yourself.” She scrunches her nose before...