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This is the third scene and it belongs to two differents Vlive, the once they filmed after the M Countdown broadcast.

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#Scene 3

Let’s Eat- only because it's Jinwoo's treat -

He is tired after shooting for a performance that was far beyond perfect. They have put a lot of hard work into it, so it feels wrong seeing how the public complains about it, about how they don't seem to be putting that much effort. It’s not their fault, he knows, is just how the show broadcasted it, but he can’t help but to be disappointed . He just can agree with them and promise to himself that, next time, he will do it better, he will do work harder to show the public that they aren't lacking, that they are stronger than ever. 

He sits on the back seat of the van, with Seungyoon at his side,  and tries to focus on his phone, looking for their appearance on Naver, reading some of the comments that their fans are delivering. He has learn how to accept criticism and, beside, they are right; their performance was pretty bad, even if it wasn't entirely their fault.  He wants to apologize to them all, say how sorry he is for not been able to do a better show for all their fans that have been waiting so long for them to come back. He really wants to do so, and so he does, agreeing with his leader words, nodding to the camera that is now filming them, sorely focus on the back passengers. 

He must be more exhausted than he believes, because he can’t concentrate on his phone, neither in what Jinwoo is saying. He can hear him, and, from his phone, muttered, he can also see his alluring face, with those coffee eyes he wants to drink off, those soft lips, shaped like a heart, that he will die for. Jinwoo looks just so fine, even all sweaty,  hiding his precious orbs behind a cap, doing silly things just because