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Perhaps, a fansign is one of the few events after which SNS and soc.The networks are filled with new rumors and speculation. Therefore, Park Moondae approached them with extreme caution, checking twitter in advance for existing scandals and unobtrusively chatting with each TeSTAR participant to make sure they were mentally prepared.
And after all the behind-the-scenes preparations, he felt that he could easily overcome this obstacle.
"Hubaenim, you're so cute today."
...well, almost.
Keeping a friendly expression on his face, Park Moondae took a marker pen and signed it on the TeSTAR album. Along with an affectedly friendly tone, he extended his hand to shake.
"Thank you for coming to our fansign."
If we talk about what could have gone wrong at today's meeting, it's the arrival of Cheongryeo, the leader and central singer of VTIC from LeTi Entertainment. Even though his face was hidden by a thick black mask, the fans were very attentive and could easily recognize such a tall and handsome man who beat out the crowd.
But as if Park Moondae was the only one who was interested in the rumors, Cheongryeo tilted his head to the side and asked,
"I'm leaving soon, so could hubaenim make a drawing of Connie on my arm~"
'Please don't call me hubae right now.'
Smiling even wider than before, Park Moondae opened the marker again.
"Good."
Taking someone else's hand, he couldn't help but admire it again. Long fingers with neat knuckles, which could not be achieved by any training, only obtained from birth. White smooth skin, pleasant to the touch. Unknowingly, Park Moondae ran his thumb over it while drawing the dog's hanging ears. He had round, beautifully shaped nails, which were clearly being watched.
When he finished the final touch, Connie's funny face, he looked up and met the eyes of a carefully watching Cheonre.
For a moment, Park Moondae was taken aback by such intense attention and froze. At that moment, the hand that he had been carefully examining for the last ten seconds approached his hair.
"Your fans are right, Hubaenim really looks like a dog."
He wanted to reply, but time was up, and Cheongryeo was asked to give way to the next fan in line. Rising from his chair, the VTIC leader winked seductively, briefly pulling off his mask and revealing his face.
"Connie misses you."
Cheongryeo returned the mask to his face and quickly left. Despite Park Moondae's slight confusion, he didn't let it show on his face as he accepted the album for signature.
During a short break between fans, Lee Sejin, who was sitting next to him, leaned over and asked in a whisper,
"Wasn't that the leader of VTIC, Cheonre? What is he doing here?"
Please don't ask him. No one knows what was going on in the head of the regressor, who had gone through more than a hundred debuts.
***
After dealing with matters after the fanzine, Park Moondae decided to respond to the indirect invitation and come to Cheongryeo. But when he opened the apartment, he was greeted only by Connie wagging his fluffy tail. Picking him up in his arms and receiving a welcome lick with a rough tongue, he asked the dog,
"Well, where is your master?"
"Wow! Waf!"
Putting on his slippers, he went further into the house, finding a note on the table in the living room. He lowered Connie to the floor and picked her up.
—I went to Beijing for a week. The manager will look after Connie, but visit him sometimes, okay, Hubenim? ^^
Plopping down on the sofa, Park Moondae closed his eyes tiredly. His hand rested on Connie's head, which was poking him with a wet nose. After sitting like that for a while, he took out his phone, finding a familiar number in the contact list.
There was an immediate answer on the other end, as if they were waiting for a call.
"You're with Connie now, aren't you?"
"...yes."
After being silent for a while, Park Mundae suddenly remembered the dog he had painted on Cheongryeo's arm.
"I'll ask you just in case, but didn't you wash off that drawing on your hand..?"
"No~"
Park Moondae felt like he was being teased, but there was nothing he could do about it. Picking up the toy that Connie had kindly brought him, he threw it, watching as the dog carried it back. It was really quite relaxing.
"Don't make fun of me, sunbae. I know you'll wash it off before filming."
"But it was a permanent marker, wasn't it?"
Cheongryeo laughed when he heard the dissatisfied mumbling on the other side of the line. His gaze unconsciously fell on the funny dog face on his arm, and he remembered the ears on Park Mundae's head. However, between the Tibetan fox and the Golden retriever, he was leaning towards the latter.
"Then I'll see you in a week?"
Hearing the question on the other end of the phone, Cheongryeo regained his composure and smiled.
"Yes, in a week."
Still, it was a good decision to choose a cute dog. Something like this was reaching for something like this, and there was always someone waiting in his house.