Moonbyul is amazed seeing Yongsun rummaged through the closet. The older girl keeps throwing the clothes into the bed after trying – without take off her shirt (I’ll stop your ert mind here) – in front of the mirror. The activity only stop after Solar managed to make a great chaos in the closet and in the bed. Moonbyul can only sigh see the behavior of that girl.

“What are you looking for?” Moonbyul asks. “Do you really need to create a disaster here? It feels like an earthquake just passed by.”

Yongsun only sneers to hear Moonbyul’s comment.

“You have no plans to tidy it back, right?” Now Moonbyul crosses her arms on the chest to see Yongsun ignores her.

“Don’t worry, Byulyi-ah, I will return to clean this mess,” Yongsun says after deciding to put on a denim jacket and sits on Moonbyul’s lap on the sofa in the corner of that room.

“Oh, really?” Moonbyul doubts. “How about next time, do it to your own closet? This is my room, Yeba…. And that’s my jacket, by the way!!!”

Yongsun cheekily grins. She really doesn’t damn care about Moonbyul wrath. She even enjoys it.

“Have I not returned to your place after shooting?” she softly asks while caressing Moonbyul’s cheek.

Moonbyul is really trying hard to stay mad, but she knows she will fail eventually. Blame the pretty girl who sitting comfortably on her laps. Yongsun is definitely her weakness.

“Wait for me, okay?”

With a sweet smile and little peck on the cheek, Yongsun leaves Moonbyul dumbfounded.