“Sorry, I know you’re a nice guy,” she gestured to his cap which said ‘nice guy,’ in Hangul, “but I don’t know, I suddenly felt like you want to kiss me,”

“Then kill me,” his voice challenging. “Not here. There are CCTVs idiot,” they both stared at each other for a long time and ended up bursting into fits of giggles. Sehun sighed and felt himself relaxing and so he closed his eyes in defeat. He felt her hands massaging his leg and he automatically leaned back into the chair.

“Soojung, your couple shoot time.” Sulli winked and she mentally groaned. It definitely has to be a bad(good?) thing. She relaxed her facial muscles in front of the mirror before standing up to leave. Krystal pretended not to hear as Sulli said, “It’s okay, Soojung, relax. We’ve always known about it anyway,” and immediately(nervously) went to the set.

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