“Unnie! There’s a delivery for you”

Chorong just finished chugging down a bottle of water when Hayoung had walked up to her with a large pink gift bag on her hand “From the guardian angel” she says, wiggling her brows at her leader before heading back to the sofa, taking out another gift bag of the same size similar to hers, only that hers was red with an “S the younger one” on it

Chorong’s had an “S, the older one”

Tsk, these weirdos. She chuckles to herself. Sitting down next to Hayoung she opts to opening the bag with a quick rip. 

The last time she received something like that, she was with Naeun who also had the same kind of paper bag as hers, Naeun’s having a “T” and hers having “S”. The girls couldn’t stop laughing at the quirkiness of the two boys who had both gotten them a delivery of their favorite food with matching polaroids of them making kissy faces and hearts with their fingers.

He always made sure the gifts were given in quantities when delivered to their dressing room—that the others would also get something, just so those who saw would think it came from fans so it wouldn’t be obvious nor would invite any kind of issue. But the thing is, it wasn’t the gift bags that drew any form of attention, in fact no one really did seem to notice the bags with consistent designs that were being sent to their dressing rooms.

It was what’s inside that had been drawing the attention. What could it be this time?

Chorong takes out a box from inside the gift bag.

Shoes? Chorong opens the shoebox. And as soon as she sees the design of the pair inside, her forehead is introduced with her palm and she shakes her head with a funny smile on her face.

Hayoung receives the same pair.

As if on cue, her phone rings.

“Hey baby” The other line says “Do you like it?”

“Yah don’t you think it’s a little too obvious this time, jagiya?” Chorong grimaces at the pair “I love it baby”

Suho smiles

“But don’t you think they’ll notice it? It is your product endorsement after all”

Suho frowns

“Hey, it’s the least I can do to make you feel like we really are a couple. Don’t worry about the people, okay?”

Chorong presses her phone on her shoulder with her ear and she wears one of the shoes “Okay fine, since you got my shoe size right this time” she giggles.

“What about the shirt? Do you like it?” Suho asks, anticipation audible in his voice “It has a rose on it. I mean, I couldn’t send you a bouquet because roses don’t usually last 5 days in the air so I got you one on a shirt!” Suho exclaims, sounding like a kid who just got a star for being a good student

“Aigoo you weirdo! I love it” Chorong was already staring at the shirt when Suho was talking about it “Do you have it too?” She asks

“Of course! Mine is in the color black, and another one in pink.” He responds “I got three because it’s for a good cause baby”

And Chorong already understood. Chorong loved that side of him. Suho was always generous, kind and considerate. He was the type to give even when he didn’t really need to, and when he did, he gave excessively. He was selfless, one of the many reasons as to why Chorong fell head over heels for him in the first place.

“Wear it and take pictures, okay jagiya?” His voice snaps he