“So what you’re trying to say is…  I shouldn’t have pressed that button?” 

Soyeon shakes her head. The patience in her voice is thin, but filled with tender affection, “Yes, Shu. You shouldn’t have pressed the button.”

“But it was big,” Shuhua points out matter of factly, “And the same red as Jinjin’s lips.” 

“Right, we still shouldn’t have pushed it.”

There is a pregnant pause before Shuhua nods along somberly, “That’s probably why they attacked me.” Around the room, in various states of unconsciousness, are half a dozen armed guards. “Do you think Jinjin will be mad?”

Looking over the sorry state of armed personnel, Soyeon is cautious with her words, “Not… with you. We should hurry and find her though.” 

Starry eyed, Shuhua fervently nods, “Okay! She’s down on the bridge!”

“How… You know what, nevermind.” As they exit the room, Soyeon states, “And let’s not press any more big red buttons that look like Soojin’s lips, okay?”

“Okay, no touchie~”

When they reach the bridge, Shuhua waves ecstatically at Soojin as she fends off two attackers, “Jinjin!” Skipping over her features are a mixture of jubilance and a state of deep sorrow, “I pressed the big red button. It reminded me of your lips. Soyeon said that was bad.”

Catching her breath, Soojin raises a curious brow. 

“She launched the missile.”

Soojin groans. “Miyeon?” she calls out over the comms, “Change of plans. We need to st