"Do you like me?" Moonbyul asked shyly.

" Are you drunk, Byul-ah? "Solar laughed.

" Not yet. I'm just trying to read you. The maknaes can touch your s, slap your , kiss your lips, flirt with you on stage and you enjoy and flirt back. Me on the other hand, the smallest affection towards you, you reject me a thousand times. Am I disgusting to you? Is it because I'm gay?Her voice was hurt.

" What? NO! Its just a joke. Isnt it our thing? Play cat and mouse to make moos laugh?"

"It's not funny for me. I am tired. I'm done, Yongsun-ah. You dont have to like me but I stayed...I hung in there and forced a smile through the daily rejection because I thought you did."

"Byul-ah, I'm terrible at showing affection. Isnt it the reason for our big fight? Havent I improved since then?"

"You gave me some crumbs when you were in the mood, as if I was your pet. You certainly improved with the maknaes though. Especially with Wheein.Maybe you like her."

"Dont be such a fool. Come on!"

" You're right. I won't anymore. If my presence in your house all the time is such a pain in the , if I really bother you when you are shooting for your channel and if my touch on your body is so unpleasant...It won't happen again. I'm sorry I was so slow to get the message. Just ignore the questions about me on your channel as you did to my feelings all these years."

"Byul-ah, please. Let's talk..."

"Relax, Yong. I finally get it. You are free. See you around"