http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OcuOTw9ZT00&feature=related

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Half an hour later, you and Zico were eating dukkbokki at the snack stand.

“! It’s freezing cold!” He shivered and popped another piece of dukkbokki in his mouth. Zico glanced at you.

You were busy eating dukkbokki and sipping some of the o-dang soup. His expression softened and his heart warmed up automatically. *Just seeing her eat makes me full.*

There was sauce on your bottom lip and you it off. Zico gulped, causing his Adam’s apple to bob up and down.

You noticed him watching and blinked at him, “What are you staring at? Is there something on my face?”

Zico blinked then started jumping up and down, “DAMN! IT’S COLD! !”

You chuckled at his cursing. You took a paper cup and poured some of the o-dang soup into there. “Here.” You held it out. Zico blinked at you curiously. “It’ll help you keep warm.” You stretched out your arm.

Zico slightly softened then took the cup. You took your own cup and sipped on the soup. *That’s the first time in a while that someone has given me a warm gesture.* Zico’s lips perked up into a genuine smile and he carefully sipped the soup. You took another o-dang and started to eat it.

“By the way, won’t your ‘boyfriend’ freak if he knows you’re with me?” Zico asked.

You froze and your eyes widened. For a moment you had forgotten about B.A.P.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Zico chuckled. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

You choked on your o-dang. “Whoa, slow down girl. Feeling guilty already?” Zico patted your back.

You stepped away from him, “I’m fine. Thank you.” You put the o-dang down. Suddenly you weren’t so hungry anymore. You pulled out your wallet.

“No way. Put the wallet away, Panda Bear.” Zico lightly pushed you back and stepped in front of you. He pulled out his black leather wallet and opened the fold.

“But I ate more than you.” You pointed out. “But I bet I’m fuller than you.” Zico waged.

“Huh?” You were confused. Zico just smirked *You’ll never know what that meant.* He handed the ahjumma the money and smoothly slipped his wallet in his back pocket.

The two of you started walking home. “Thanks for the dukkbokki, Zico. Although I see no reason why you would buy me food…” You scratched your head.

“Jiho oppa.” He corrected. You looked up, “Muh?”

Zico went around you and stepped in front of you, blocking your path. He gazed down at you, “Call me Jiho oppa.”

“Jiho…oppa? But don’t people call you Zico?” You asked.

“Jiho oppa or Zico oppa, whatever. Just call me oppa. I want to hear you call me oppa.” Zico said.

You uncomfortably rubbed the back of your neck *Feels so awkward. I’ve only known six oppas my whole life and now I’ll have seven? Not to mention, he’s blonde, too.*

“Please?” Zico whispered. You slowly looked up at him. There was no hint of joke on his face. He wa