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"Where's Seo Hoyun?" Sunghyun looks around at the other three, all standing there, shrugging their shoulders. After a short moment of thought, Ichae speaks.
"I saw him slip away the moment we left stage."
"Oh, looks like Spark are missing one too." Jiwon mentions, pointing to five people frantically running around, obviously looking for someone - or thing. "Anyways, I think I know the general direction of where he left to."
"I should get going now, they're probably looking for me." Hoyun turns away, following the silence and already stepping away before a cold hand grips his wrist, pausing him in place and leading him to look back, expression curious, almost probing. His eyes meets Iwol's just as the hand on his arm slips into his hand and brings it up. By then, Hoyun's come to the timely realisation of his hand now cupping Iwol's cold cheek, he shivers lightly. "How're you so cold?"
"Won't you warm me up, then?" Iwol speaks, responding lightly, a laugh in his tone which causes Hoyun to grumble, and lift his other hand to hold Iwol's free hand, and watch Iwol nuzzle into the hand still rested on his cheek. Hoyun's fingertips tremble slightly, and he moves so both hands are holding Iwol's face.
"I really want to kiss you."
Jung Dajun is clutching Ichae's shirt, a hand clamped over his mouth to stop him from screaming because the glint in his eyes is dangerously close to the type whenever he watches those dramas he loves. Meanwhile, Jiwon is stuttering with his eyes wide, Sunghyun is frozen in place, flushed for no reason, and Ichae's frozen into a cold expression. They're only snapped out of their dazes when they feel presences beside them, and look to see the other members of Spark, and their expressions shifting from confused, to curious, to dumbfounded, to their own diverse things.
Kiyeon almost speaks up before Ichae shoots up and clamps a hand over his mouth, shaking his head frantically whilst Cheonghyeon only blinks, staring at the new expression on Iwol's face, before whispering to himself about composing a romance song. Joowoo is staring, eyes sparkling with a similar yet completely different glint to Dajun's, and Jeho doesn't even have an expression. Seongbin is blinking, eyes twitching and shaking as if he doesn't know what to do but also does know what to do and just doesn't know how to do it.
"What the fuck." He finally whispers, and the other eight there nod there heads in unison.