The byeonsa's eyes lit up with recognition, and he covered his mouth, muffling an excited gasp. Myungsoo winced at the unexpected reaction. "That face!" He exclaimed.

What? Ok, Myungsoo hadn't seen that coming. "My... face?"

"I'm sorry," He cradled his cheek with his slender fingers, a wide smile spreading across his feline features. "It's just that, well, it's that famous flustered expression of yours!" And then Sungjong immitated what Myungsoo's face apparently looked like then- his mouth falling open slightly, curving pink lips into a small perfect circle and widening his eyes with surprise. His brows arched perfectly over his perfect almond shaped eyes. Myungsoo could have bet on his life that he didn't look half as charming (or as perfect) as Sungjong did just then. And then he broke into a self conscious laugh, rolling his eyes in spite of himself before closing them and shaking his head absentmindedly.

"I'm so sorry," He apologized again, but Myungsoo was having the time of his life. "I've watched your movie so much when practicing that I might have burned your entire face structure into my retinas, I hope I didn't offend you." 

And as if Myungsoo wasn't flustered enough, he now had the image of the byeonsa's beautiful eyes, focused and introspective, studying his facial expressions and mouth movements.

"When can I see you again?" Myungsoo blurted out. That was definitely not what he had meant to say. "I mean, when are you performing again? I'd love to attend another show of yours." A lucky save.

But the byeonsa's smile only widened. "I host a show every Monday and Friday night here in this theater, it'd be a pleasure to see your face in the crowd once more."

And Myungsoo had not doubt, he was going to attend each and every one.