pandemonium

Name: Choi Sangjeon
Age: 19
Previous Profession: Actor

The up and coming boy-group, Pandemonium, set to debut under BossX entertainment, has released their very first teaser photos! The member they've decided to reveal today may be familiar to any drama fans out there, as he has recently appeared and starred in several hit dramas over the past few years. Choi Sangjeon has been confirmed as not only a member of Pandemonium, but also as one of the main composers of the group. The image released of Sangjeon shows the male with a snake overlapping his face, leaving fans wondering what kind of concept Pandemonium is going to debut with.

"Sangjeon has always been a devoted and hard worker, and he's always been passionate about music and the creation of music. Even though he is my son, he works hard as any of the others."

One month later...

“Hey, has anyone seen my Hi-Chews? I had them in my duffel bag and now I can't seem to find them,” Taechul called out as he peeked his head out of his room, his eyebrows knit together in concern. He had been looking for his favorite treat for hours, and to be honest, he was beginning to get a little impatient - actually, very impatient because this was the first time he couldn't find his Hi-Chews for some damn reason. And a Tae-Chew without his Hi-Chews was something no one was going to want to deal with. Meanwhile, Kyugeum, who had been lounging on one of the couches exhausted, simply yawned loudly and shook his head before flopping his hand out for the remote. It was just barely out of his reach, but after a half-hearted attempt to wiggle his fingers out, he simply gave up - he was far too tired to actually get up and grab it.

With a temporary and uneasy peace descending back over the place as Taechul grumbled quietly and retreated back to his room for another futile search, only a few minutes passed before Sangjeon came storming out of his room in search of Haneul, a low and menacing hiss steaming out from his gritted teeth. “You!” he roared loudly, grabbing the smaller and extremely startled maknae by his collar and pulling him so close that Haneul could only blink as his hair flew back from his face. “Where did you put my chocolate?!” If Haneul thought in the few weeks he had known Sangjeon that he would have seen the orange haired monster angry, he was sorely mistaken - he hadn't even got his toes wet in the depths of Sangjeon's fury. The said male's eyes burned with so hatred and suspicion that it could possibly ignite him on fire at the moment, his grip on Haneul's collar was so strong it turned his normally tan knuckles snow white.

But instead of being afraid, Haneul immediately snarled bark and slapped Sangjeon's forehead before shooting back with the sharp lash of his words, “I didn't touch your chocolate, you fatty! You probably ate it all already!” wrenching himself violently out of Sangjeon's fierce grip, his face too flaming with anger. And as if he had been physically slapped by Haneul, Sangjeon's jaw momentarily went slack at being called a fatty... Because if there was one thing in the world he was sensitive about, it was his body image. There was no hesitation or even second thoughts as his nostrils flared like a bull preparing to charge, clenched fist shooting out almost instinctively towards the maknae's cheek. Haneul on the other hand, was momentarily stunned by just the sudden snap in Sangjeon's attitude, slammed his eyes shut and braced himself for the punch... That was never landed.

Instead, as the blow came so close to his face that his hair flew back again, Sangjeon squeaked in surprise, a noise so startling that Haneul's eyes shot back open. Indeed, there had been an interceptor in their near fight as Haeyeon had been coming down the stairs when he saw hell about to break loose between them. He had sprinted down and, right before that fist could land right in the middle of Haneul's delicate nose, Haeyeon pinned Sangjeon's arms to his sides and picked him up off the ground in a seemingly effortless motion. Sangjeon, whose face was red-hot with rage and embarrassment, kicked his feet in vain, shouting curses every which way while a smirk found its way across Haneul's lips as soon as he recovered and comprehended the situation.

“You just squeaked,” Haneul pointed out matter-of-factly as he could only watch Sangjeon squirm futilely against Haeyeon's strong grip, crossing his arms over his chest with a triumphant air about him. Sangjeon then scoffed as he wriggled desperately against his captor, too angry to take a moment to appreciate the fact that he was plastered against Haeyeon's rock solid body for the moment.

“I did not squeak, you annoying midget!” he retorted angrily as Haeyeon finally released him gently, mumbling an uncomfortable amount of apologies under Sangjeon's smouldering gaze. “And stop apologizing, hyung,” he growled darkly, unable to deal with Haeyeon's apologies and Haneul's smug little smirk as the others watched the three warily. Oh what he wouldn't give to wipe that look off that midget's face, especially when everyone else was probably laughing silently at him too.

Stepping back defensively just in case Sangjeon tried to land a punch at him too while the younger male was in such a raging state, Haeyeon blinked confused for a moment, having never heard Sangjeon sound so irritated with him. He may be generally oblivious to most of the goings-on when it came to the others and the ways they spoke or acted, but he had realized that Sangjeon was wary of him - for reasons that he simply couldn't figure out. At least to a certain extent, Haeyeon was fairly certain he had never angered Sangjeon, or at least purposely or directly. “I-I'm sorry, I... I was just trying to help,” he mumbled softly before bowing his head, shame washing over him in waves. And without another word, he turned around and skulked out of the room, back up to his room despite the fact that Sangjeon was desperately calling after him.

Haneul frowned at the scene, rolling his eyes before sighing and smacking Sangjeon on the back of the head. “Now look what you've done, you selfish brat,” he muttered lowly as he stalked past Sangjeon, making his way up to Haeyeon's room to see if the older male was okay, looking pointedly back at Sangjeon. Kyugeum, who had been blissfully unaware of the events happening in dining room area as he shuffled his way to the kitchen and to the fridge with grabby hands, suddenly gasped in surprise with eyes the size of platters as he swung the door to the fridge open.

“Whoa...!” he shouted out, his high-pitched voice cutting through the quiet of the house and making everyone instantly look towards his direction. “Where did all the food go?!” he asked in wonder as he bent over and his hands rifled through the interior of the fridge,as if he thought the cans of soda he was looking for would be hidden under the vegetables that seemed to take up every inch of the interior. “Where did all these vegetables come from?!”

His words had attracted the attention of Jinsung and Sangjeon especially, who were within earshot of the loud and bubbly male before the rest slowly made their ways down towards the kitchen. As they peered into the fridge over his shoulder, it was like all of their hearts dropped. Immediately with a frantic scream, Jinsung shoved Kyugeum over, desperately searching for the leftovers to the pizza they had ordered the day before, nearly diving into the fridge at the intensity he was pawing through the bundles of vegetables. Sangjeon meanwhile, was tearing open the cabinets, growing more and more irritated with each he ripped open.

“Where... WHERE IS OUR FOOD!” he roared, for the second time that day, even louder than before. His food, all of the food he had bought in the last couple weeks just in case he was hungry any of the time of the day, was gone. Completely gone. The instant meals, the plethora of ramen, the plentiful bags of chips and cereal... Gone. In their place were large bags of rice with other healthy pastas and grains or the occasional can of vegetables or soup. And as his mood fouled even more as he came across the last of the cabinets, Sangjeon then located a note taped to the front of it.

Hello Boys~

It's Youngwoo-hyung! How are you? I thought it would be difficult for you guys to get in shape with all this nasty, tempting junk food at the house, so I figured I'd help you out and replace it with all these yummy, healthy things! Yay! Oh, and I also found your candy stashes. Thought you could hide them from me, huh? Kekeke, nothing escapes my notice ;) Be good boys and don't go out and buy any more junk food, okay? I care about you all~! Have fun, and I'll see you all tomorrow~

After reading it, Sangjeon seethed with rage just hissing out from his body like steam as he roughly passed the note to Jinsung, who was trying to reach for it for god knows what reason. It wasn't like Jinsung could read hangul to save his life; but Sangjeon wasn't thinking about that as he marched up stairs, leaving Jinsung staring blankly at the letter as if he might be able to decode it if he inspected it long enough before Taechul smoothly came over to read the note out loud in English for Jinsung instead.

Sangjeon was officially done with everyone today as the entire place shook with a deafening slam of his door.

The next day after having somewhat cooled down enough to even speak to anyone rationally, Sangjeon found himself working extra hours in the studio with a very grumpy Zian. And he was certainly not getting any less pissed with how the producer kept consistently smacking him on the head with a newspaper every time he wrote notes Zian didn't approve of.

“Yah,” Sangjeon growled softly, ducking down to dodge another smack from the paper, “You're the god damn composer. This is your job!” he accused angrily, only to be ferociously smacked again by Zian.

It was clear that Zian was in no mood to joke (when was he anyways) as he shouted all sorts of Chinese profanities as his rage grew with each hit, “My job is to help your ______ ________ learn how to compose, you ____ _____!”

Sangjeon didn't understand some of the words, but he got the distinct impression he didn't really want to - especially when Zian was whipping off those sunglasses that he always wore. Checking the clock again, he couldn't help but feel so incredibly frustrated with the short Chinese man who had been abusing him and keeping him after their studio session was over for the past week; all in the name of improving as Dojung tried to console him with. But each time Sangjeon was kept back to work on his compositions, Youngwoo would punish Sangjeon for being late despite the fact that it wasn't his fault, which was even adding more to his stress level at the moment. It was getting tough, making some nights where Sangjeon just wished he could cry and never have to wake up even. But no, he had to tough it out for the sake of the group, biting down on his inner cheek and rewriting the notes Zian had been upset about, then proceeded to play the song out on piano.

The producer listened intently, his eyes closed as he inspected the each note with a contemplative expression on his face. Though after Sangjeon finished, his expression instantly darkened into a scowl as he waved a hand dismissively, “It still doesn't sound right, but what can I expect from a kid like you. I'll add beats to it tonight, and work sounds in. You move on to Youngwoo." At those words, instead of feeling any more relieved, Sangjeon simply suppressed a groan as he grabbed his bag, leaving the room without bothering to say good bye to the irritable producer as Zian began converting the notes into digital format grumbling quietly about the manners of boys nowadays.

It was three flights of stairs from the studio to the hellish room that he had grown to hate, the gym, giving Sangjeon plentiful time to stress out about the punishments he was certainly going to receive. He had been getting the brunt of Youngwoo's anger for the past few weeks actually, and it was really starting to break him down more than anything else in their rigourous trainee schedule was doing to him. It had all started the day they met Youngwoo the first time and he carefully examined their bodies, discovering that Sangjeon was underweight and a bit on the scrawny side almost immediately. Sangjeon had stupidly defended himself then, saying that he wasn't underweight, and had been forced to take his shirt off in front of the others while some of them had such well-proportioned and muscular bodies that they easily passed through the trainer's examinations. Sangjeon had never felt more mortified in his entire life as when Youngwoo scrutinized him so harshly in front of the others, pointing out his many flaws.

But it only got worse as Youngwoo enforced a strict diet on all of them, taking all the foods they loved most from them and throwing them away right in front of them; namely pizza for Jinsung, instant ramen for Taechul, chocolate for Sangjeon. After he did that though, they just went to the grocery store and bought more, confident that he had no control over them beyond the building when they were training in it. But apparently he found out, evident from the whole fiasco yesterday where Sangjeon had thought Haneul stole his chocolate.

With all of those heavy thoughts weighing him down, Sangjeon slowly made his way up the final flight of stairs with a resigned air, but was surprised to hear the water fountain turn on. Curiously raising his head, he crept up the last few steps silently, wondering if it was Youngwoo catching a drink - but no, it was Haeyeon. Sangjeon supposed he should feel relieved to see Haeyeon's muscular form leaning over the water fountain, but his nervousness only heightened ever more.

He had said something he regretted yesterday, and ended up upsetting the attractive but gentle male with his callous and stupid words. So Sangjeon couldn't help but curse himself for his big, dumb mouth and his even more bigger and dumber ego. He cursed that he was irrational and always spoke before he thought through what he was saying, and he especially cursed how it seemed he had no social skills whatsoever - not yet ready to admit that it was probably because he normally thought himself above interacting in friendly terms with others until now. Sangjeon wanted to stay where he was and let Haeyeon go back into the gym without saying anything since that seemed to be the easiest route, but his mouth always worked faster than his head.

“Hyung,” Sangjeon called out softly as words were seeming to come out of his mouth faster than he could stop himself as he took the last few steps in haste. Haeyeon now became momentarily rigid as he turned to look at the approaching male, his eyes widening before looking around as if he might be calling to someone else out there besides him. But no, it was only him and Sangjeon. Then Haeyeon looked down at the floor silently, afraid to meet his eyes and see dislike because he knew Sangjeon couldn't possibly like him, not after what happened yesterday.

“Y-Yes?” he stuttered, cursing his own voice that he knew Sangjeon probably was annoyed by.

But actually, Sangjeon gulped then, completely unaware of the thoughts running through Haeyeon's mind as he was preoccupied with violently resisting the urge to smack himself on the forehead. What was he thinking? He didn't know what to say to Haeyeon to make things better. He had absolutely no idea in fact, how to apologize. It wasn't something he did very often, but for some reason he found himself apologizing to this gentle giant way more than he would have liked as Sangjeon swallowed his pride, biting his lip.

“I wanted to say I'm sorry for yelling at you like that yesterday. I uh,” he paused amid his mumbling, blushing because he felt like a complete moron. Why weren't words coming out of his mouth like they normally did? One of Sangjeon's talents was being charming and saying the right things when he wanted to because he was always confident with himself, but somehow with Haeyeon's large eyes trained on him, he felt fidgety and nervous and importantly, awkward. Sangjeon never felt awkward; something was seriously wrong with this situation because everyone knew Sangjeon was better than everyone else. “I appreciate that you stepped in and stopped me.”

Haeyeon was more than surprised to hear Sangjeon apologize like that as he stepped back in shock. As far as he knew, Sangjeon hadn't apologized to anyone in the house for anything, even when he washed his red shirt with everyone's whites and turned almost everyone's training shirts, socks, and other miscellaneous items pink. So after an awkawrd cough, he then dared to glance up at Sangjeon's face, even more blown away to find the boy staring back at him without a hint of hostility in his eyes. “Ah, th-that's... Are you sure you're not...” he trailed off softly, leaving the word angry hanging in the air between them.

And before even reconsidering it, Sangjeon stepped forward suddenly and awkwardly slung an arm around Haeyeon's shoulders in a comforting gesture, far too loose and uncomfortable to be an embrace but at least he was touching Haeyeon again. So after a light pat to Haeyeon's back once, Sangjeon immediately stepped away as soon as he realized what he was doing - just the sheer awkwardness of the situation making him want to cover his face from embarrassment. “Yeah hyung, I'm sure,” he mumbled softly, then stepped around Haeyeon to escape the frying pan and into the fire as he entered the lair of the beast known as Youngwoo with a burning red face.

“You're late again, Sangjeonnie~” Youngwoo hummed, shaking his head and tutting disapprovingly as Sangjeon simply strolled in with a nonchalant expression on his face. He simply slung his backpack towards the wall, pointedly avoiding eye contact with the others who worked diligently around him, their curious and pitying gazes trained on him as Youngwoo continued on, “You know what this means?”

Sangjeon did know what it meant; it meant he had to sprint up and down the five flights of stairs five times, and he'd have to stay late again while the others went home so he could finish his full workout. It meant he'd be embarrassed in front of everyone for the hundreth time as he was inspected by Youngwoo and asked why he still wasn't gaining any weight. So before Youngwoo could say anything more, Sangjeon was already out the door and running up the stairs, contemplating what the hell was wrong with him while a surprised Haeyeon paused at the door.

It wasn't just Haeyeon that was an issue, that was a whole realm on its own. His inability to gain weight was beginning to bother Youngwoo as the nutritionist was starting to ask Sangjeon questions the boy didn't want to answer. He didn't want to tell Youngwoo that he wasn't following his eating plan because he didn't want to gain weight. And what he couldn't bear was to have the others find out he was starving himself because he was struggling with his body image. Too caught up in his thoughts to hear Youngwoo shouting at him, it wasn't until the older male slammed him into the wall that Sangjeon finally snapped back to reality and stopped running.

However, Sangjeon was still breathing hard as he glared defiantly into Youngwoo's eyes, lips drawn into a thin straight line as he glared defiantly at the trainer. “Have you gone deaf?” Youngwoo cheerfully asked, but his eyes were made of steel as his jaw was taut with anger as he clenched his fists in Sangjeon's shirt. “I've been calling you for a while now. I think you and I need to have a little chat, hm?” Youngwoo knew about how Sangjeon wasn't eating, he could read all the signs of it written clearer on Sangjeon than a book. “I can tell, Sangjeon,” he responded seriously when he saw Sangjeon's startled face, “I was there at one point too. I wasn't always a health nut, believe it or not.” For once, Youngwoo wasn't being adorable or using his ultra cheerful voice - he was a man having a talk with a younger man, and he had dropped all pretenses of being the smiling, nice hyung on such a heavy topic like this. “I was a pudgy teenager, and I was bullied because of it. No matter what I tried, however, I couldn't lose weight.”

Sangjeon simply dropped his gaze and stared at his hands as Youngwoo spoke, feeling more and more uncomfortable as the seconds passed. He knew what the older male was getting at and more than anything, he wanted to deny it and end the conversation; it wasn't a talk that he was ready to have yet. He was afraid to face his weaknesses like this because he had always figured he would be able to get over it himself, that he wouldn't binge eat chocolate on a whim and then punish himself by not eating the rest of the day. He had hoped that one day he'd find the strength to kick this bad habit on his own, and be able to look at his body and accept it. But even underweight as he was, he felt nothing but shame when he saw himself in the mirror. Too skinny, he would think. “Hyung,” he protested weakly, wishing he didn't have to hear this.

“I started liking the feeling of being hungry, it made me feel accomplished as the kilograms dropped from my body. But I always felt weak and my fingers shook constantly, like I had no control over them. It became hard to focus, and even harder to move. I was hospitalized after fainting in the middle of class. I almost died from malnutrition, you know?” Youngwoo smiled nostalgically after speaking, a strange expression for such a horrible story which Sangjeon could only guess that he was grateful for the life he still had, for being saved before it was too late. “I'm not picking on you Sangjeon. I'm worried about you, as your hyung.”

Sangjeon gulped at the unexpected words that he would have never thought he would ever hear from Youngwoo, suddenly overwhelmed by emotions he didn't want to confront. Sangjeon knew he was messed up - he wasn't a complete idiot. He knew he was selfish and rude and that he put up all these stupid defense mechanisms because he was afraid of letting people in, convinced that they'd leave him eventually and he'd be alone again. So retreating back into himself before he could be exposed out to the world any longer, he bit the inside of his cheek and laughed darkly. It was a defense mechanism, and he regretted using it instantly after it was done, but he couldn't stop himself. “Going all soft on me, eh hyung?” he asked bitterly, gingerly pushing past Youngwoo. “I'm going to run then,” he added, almost as an after thought, as he began running up the stairs again.

It was much easier to exhaust himself physically than it was to exhaust himself emotionally.

He expected everyone to be asleep when he got back to the dorms nearly dead on his feet, but Haeyeon was still awake reading as he always had for the last few weeks. And since the entire place was quiet except for the quiet footsteps of Sangjeon as Haeyeon glanced up, he noticed Sangjeon dead-set on getting a shower to wash off the lingering smell of his sweat intermingling with his expensive cologne. “S-Sangjeon?” Haeyeon called out quietly, causing the younger male to freeze in place like a deer in headlights. Honestly, he had hardly seen Haeyeon there as he was keeping his eyes on the floor, mulling over the day's events and the conversation he had with Youngwoo earlier - it was plaguing him so much that he could barely concentrate on anything else. So he simply squeezed his eyes shut and kept his back to Haeyeon, wishing he hadn't been awake and that no one was there to witness him like this. He already felt so defeated and broken down and exhausted - Sangjeon didn't need the handsome swimmer eating up his thoughts on top of it.

“Yeah hyung?” he asked, fighting to keep his voice even and strong. But the truth was, he felt like he'd collapse at any moment.

“Are you okay?” Haeyeon asked almost hesitantly as his wide eyes continued to stare in concern at Sangjeon's back, earning a slightly bitter chuckle from said male. No, he wasn't okay. Not really. For one, he was developing a very large crush on the most awkward person he had ever met, and he couldn't really explain why. He hadn't know Haeyeon very long, or very well for that matter. Haeyeon's personality especially didn't stand out much, besides the fact that his personality was the complete opposite of what Sangjeon had expected with a body like that. Sure Haeyeon was attractive, but Sangjeon knew plenty of attractive people - people with outgoing and brilliant personalities that could hold conversations with ease than this awkward duck who could barely say a sentence without somehow having "sorry" somewhere in it.

So he bit his cheek and sighed, unable to pinpoint where these unbidden emotions were coming from. Was it stress? Could the insane amount of stress and responsibilities sitting on his shoulders be making him irrational and delirious? Sangjeon decided that for now, it was best for everyone if he chalked it up to stress and forgot about all of this craziness because he might just go insane if this went on any longer. “I'd be better if you bought me some ice cream tomorrow,” he then said coyly, throwing a smirk over his shoulder at the now taken-back male. Haeyeon went to protest as he opened his mouth, but Sangjeon had already made up his mind.

He was going to forget about all of this nonsense, and ice cream was the solution - because ice cream had always helped him out of stress in the past and he was more than sure it wasn't going to fail him now. With a solid goal in mind, Sangjeon rounded on Haeyeon with a full pout, crossing his arms over his chest before whining out softly, “Please, hyung? I've been under a lot of pressure recently, and I just know ice cream will make me feel better.”

Haeyeon wanted to resist because that was what Youngwoo strictly forbade any of them to do, but he was far too kind to say no when Sangjeon manipulated his words like that - and especially when he was with such cuteness that...

Even though Haeyeon didn't have much money and Sangjeon had tons, he somehow ended up taking the eager boy to ice cream the next day in between schedules. And once they were there, he ordered a small slice of cheesecake and a lemonade while the smaller male cheerfully ordered a large sundae, casually explaining to Haeyeon while his eyes glistened with happiness that he was an emotional eater and relied on food to clear his head. That certainly seemed to be the case as in nearly the same breath, Sangjeon asked if Haeyeon really wanted his cake. He did, Haeyeon thought since it really had been a while since he had eaten cheesecake. But after seeing just how wantingly Sangjeon was looking at the cheesecake, he relinquished it because he knew it would make Sangjeon happy, and he'd never seen Sangjeon so cheerful and bubbly before. It was worth so much more than slice of cheesecake, and Haeyeon was sure that he wouldn't mind giving up more than just that to have Sangjeon enjoy himself like this.

But Youngwoo, being Youngwoo, caught them in the act soon after Sangjeon had finished off all the food and was sharing the lemonade with Haeyeon. It might have been awkward for anyone else who noticed him, since he was standing with the other members of Pandemonium (who all looked sheepish, as if they might have been coerced into tattling on the pair) in front of the cafe, and Youngwoo certainly looked mad. And when the two in the cafe turned towards the windows and nearly jumped out of their seat at just how irritated Youngwoo was, Sangjeon had originally planned on throwing Haeyeon under the bus in his mastermind plan to forget his weird, blossoming interest in the ex-athlete. He had planned on saying it was Haeyeon that wanted to get junk food beforehand, and that he had protested and been dragged along. It was such a good plan then, and Sangjeon hoped it would make Haeyeon dislike him and that it would end his troubles for good because he seriously did not need these feelings for the awkward male at all. But when he glanced over at the surprised and stammering Haeyeon who was already hastily out of his seat and approaching the trainer with an ashamed counterace (Sangjeon could practically see a tail curled between his legs), his determination crumbled.

“H-Hyung, I was just, we were-”

“I thought you wanted me to gain weight,” Sangjeon immediately interrupted Haeyeon, stepping smoothly in front of the nervous male as he got up from his seat to stare challengingly at Youngwoo. The nutritionist though initially taken back from the boldness of Sangjeon's statement and actions, was actually quite pleased that Sangjeon had stepped up and took ownership of his actions. He was intelligent, he knew Sangjeon had conned Haeyeon into buying him ice cream because Youngwoo already knew that Haeyeon was weak-willed when it came to what his dongsaengs wanted. And even though Youngwoo didn't know what Sangjeon planned to accomplish, he didn't think the boy would defend his hyung seeing as Sangjeon had a record of being quite selfish even from just the few weeks they had knew each other.

“Well, of course I did,” Youngwoo chirped quietly, pretending to be irritated and pouting cutely, “But you knew I didn't mean eat ice cream, Jeonnie. Oh, how you've both disappointed me,” he said sadly, shaking his head and lightly tutting like a mother who was trying to make her children feel guilty about being caught stealing cookies.

Now Sangjeon scoffed as he kept the urge to roll his eyes down, preferring to simply cross his arms. “What? This guy? He just came along to convince me not to eat the ice cream. He didn't do anything wrong,” he replied nonchalantly, pretending the idea of Haeyeon being easily conned was completely unbelievable. He was more than sure that he would probably regret doing this later, but he'd take the fall and the punishment on his own because to be honest, Haeyeon had only been trying to help him out because he practically forced the poor guy to - it wasn't fair to bring him down.

Now Youngwoo grinned, seemingly ecstatic as he gasped and blinked excitedly, “Oh, is that so? Well, you know what that means, Jeonnie! You're going to work extra hard tonight!” he exclaimed brightly, patting a grumbling Sangjeon on the back with a mumbling Haeyeon following them as he directed the young males back to the pedo-van to drive them back to the dorm.

And after watching the whole scene unfold, Haneul just blinked, deeply surprised as he watched Sangjeon and Youngwoo disappear into the van along with the rest before he followed after the softly whining Kyugeum who was complaining for some ice cream too. He wasn't sure what he'd just witnessed, really, but it seemed like Sangjeon had actually done something selfless for once. It still didn't mean he liked the idiot, though.