“So Yongguk, what’s your ideal type like?”

            Yongguk smiled slowly and seemed to think about it. It was hard coming up of an answer so quickly when the entire audience was tuned in and he swallowed. He the bracelet on his wrist and couldn’t hide the smile. “Well, let me explain this girl whom I call Angel.” Everyone deflated.

            They thought he was still going along with the play on their title track. But Yongguk was serious. He gave a secretive grin at the camera and started speaking. “Well, my ideal type is an angel. She has what every guy likes, looks, brains and humor but I like her for more than that.”

            “For me, my angel needs to have a small crinkle between her brows when she laughs. Her laugh is like a million notes stacked together, a rich tone, not one of those fake tinkles that have a hollow quality to them. When she giggles, it’s a tiny sound that escapes from her and she’s shy about it. When she’s shy, she would look at me and cover , but that doesn’t stop her cheeks from bunching up around her eyes and giving her a chipmunk look.”

            The camera was still on him and so Yongguk continued talking. “I think street fashion is the best style for a girl to have. I don’t really like girls who are decked out in super fancy heels. It generally means that they are high maintenance and then I don’t know what to do with them. So I like a girl I can take care of and not worry that I’m doing things wrong.”

            “At times it seems like this ‘Angel’ is a real person, at times it seems like just a general ideal type. Can you tell us more about her personality?”

            Yongguk again touched the bracelet around his wrist. He did it discreetly, though. He faced the camera again. “Well, she doesn’t like eggplant, and doesn’t like spinach either. Her cheeks would get warm when she talks about children and there’s one dimple in her left cheek that would show when she’s shy. When she’s angry, she would fold her arms and not talk, and it’s easy to tell because she has to literally bite the inside of her cheek to keep her from talking. She’s quite a chatterbox, considering that I don’t speak much.”

            This piqued everyone’s interest. “So she does exist?”

            “Her attitude to her work is one that is filled with ambition and determination and even if she’s tired, she never forgets to send me something that made her happy. It’s the small things that she does that counts.”

            “So who is it? Are you admitting to dating?”

            Yongguk shrugged and passed the microphone to Himchan. “I would like her to exist.”

            In another dressing room, Angel was covering with her hand, looking exactly like the chipmunk he had said she looked like. Her fellow members were wiggling their eyebrows at her and she let out a low moan.

            “What if fans figure out?”

            “Who cares?” Her unnie plopped down next to her and threw her arm around the girl. “Your boyfriend just pointed out all the things he likes about you; don’t you think you should return the favor?”

            “What? Go on national television and say my ideal type has a huge gummy smile and a deep voice. Guys, want to guess who it is?”

            There was the sound of the door opening and closing then cool hands covered her face. “I’d like to take a guess,” the deep voice she had just described said.

            Her blush deepened and she felt his lips graze her cheek. When he pulled his hands away, she saw their couple bracelet hang in front of her and she smiled.

            “Nice interview.”

            Yongguk bowed. “I only speak the truth.”

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