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“I thought it would be nice if we went down the line and said what you missed about the other person, sitting to your right the most.” The MC suggests.
The crowd cheers. They are going to get the shipping content they wanted. Yeehyeon swats nervously and straightens up, to sit up more comfortably on the sofa. As Yeon-oh observes the reaction from the crowd, Yeongwoon simply laughs. Yuta, enjoying the idea, shakes hands with the host.
“Starting with you Yuta, what do you miss most about Yeehyeon?”
Yuta turns to his right, and catches Yeehyeon already staring at him. Like a deer caught in the headlights, his eyes widen and his jaw tenses. Flustered, he turns his head to the crowd, and tries to suppress a smile. Clearly enjoying Yeehyeon’s reaction, Yuta’s grin reaches his eyes, and he shifts his upper body even more toward Yeehyeon, resting his left elbow on the backrest of the sofa. The crowd cheers even louder at the dynamic. Yeehyeon lets out a small laugh, and crosses his arms to compose himself, and get ready for whatever Yuta has plotted in his insane mind.
The latter puts his right hand on Yeehyeon’s left shoulder, and opens his mouth to speak. But the cheers keep on going, and Yuta can’t help but snort at the situation.
However, Yeehyeon can not bear it anymore, “Say. Say !”. Yuta licks his lips, “I miss your… 1% battery life.”
Yeongwoon’s jaw drops, before smiling happily at those two. The crowd cheers.
Eunsan adds, “Ah, low energy ?” to which Yuta groans a confident “Yeah !”.
“You missed his low energy ?” The MC asks, bewildered. Put it that way, Yuta realises his words, and cackles, “Yeah”.
The host follows on, “Yeehyeon, what did you miss most about Byul?”.
Yeehyeon’s stare floats around a bit as he crosses his leg. “Uh… I missed Byul’s, um…” Everyone is looking at him, anticipating his answer. “Uh, 100% battery life”. The crowd’s cheers go wilder. Byul stands up, excited, and the crowd applauds. He does some silly moves, and hypes the crowd, before sitting back down. The fans chant his name, and he touches his chest with both of his hands, muttering a small “Thank you.”
“Byul, what did you miss most about Yeon-oh?”
Yeon-oh wears a knowing smile on his lips, while Byul faces him. “I missed Yeon-oh’s worldwide handsome face.” Yeon-oh closes his eyes and smiles even wider, before standing up and blowing a kiss to the fans. What a charmer. He sits back down.
“Yeon-oh, what did you miss most about Yeongwoon?”
Yeongwoon has been smiling the entire time, but his eyes soften, anticipating Yeon-oh’s answer. Without thinking twice, nor once, he says “I missed Yeongwoon. Smart.” The crowd cheers as always. Yeongwoon’s eyes flicker up at the surprising yet expected answer, and he lets out a small chuckle. “Ah ! Okay.” He points at his head and nods. “His brain is perfect !” Yeon-oh emphasizes.
“Yeongwoon, what did you miss most about Eunsan?”
Yeongwoon grabs Eunsan’s thighs, and taps it multiple times as he speaks. “Actually, I missed his, um… I missed his- when he was really skinny. He got so big during dance practice. And now he’s got skinny again, so…”
“You look good, man !” The host compliments.
“I got it !” Yeongwoon pipes. The crowd cheers at Yeongwoon’s victory on gaining his twink back.
“Eunsan, what did you miss most about Nakyum ?”
He scratches his neck, “I missed Nakyum, …ssing me.” The fans’ cheers go WILD this time. Nakyum pokes Eunsan’s arm, and points at the crowd where fans are going crazy over Eunsan’s words. The fans have never smiled so big.
The MC is flabbergasted and flustered. “W-what ?” He looks around, his palms facing up, not knowing what to do with his body, nor his mouth. “W-What are you talking about ?” The group is confused at the crazy reactions.
Eunsan clears up the misunderstanding, “He’s always bothering me.” The other members let out a “Ahh..!” in unison, almost harmonizing like the perfect idol group they are. Yeongwoon offers in explanation, “Like, annoying him.”
The MC states, “I thought for a second you said ‘kissing me,’ right ?”
The members’ jaws drop instantly, all synchronised, like the perfect idol group they are. They are surprised at this twisted interpretation, some are flustered. “Oh, kissing me.”, “Kissing me?”
On the other side of the couch, Nakyum is delighted, laughing his heart out and loving this interpretation of Eunsan’s words. Next to him, Eunsan squawks, “Kissing ?” He crosses his forearms to form a cross, “No. No kissing.” He states firmly. To calm down the situation, Yeongwoon confirms, “Teasing me. He said.”
A desperate sigh escapes Eunsan’s lips, as he frowns and pinches the bridge of his nose. He feigns exasperation, but his lips betrays his amusement to the misunderstanding. On the other hand, Nakyum has never tried to hide his delightment to it. He is still giggling, his eyes wandering in the room, happily.
“Sorry, teasing you. Sorry !” The host apologizes. “I didn’t hear ! You’re too far away !” he reminds them.
“Now Nakyum, what did you miss most about Yuta?”
Yuta raises his arm, as if they are going to do a handshake. “Hey my man !” he chirps.
“I spent time in the dance studio with Yuta.” Nakyum supplies. “They were in the same dance practice group,” Yeongwoon offers in explanation.“ Yuta presses his lips into a thin line to pout, and the MC asks
“Oh, so you really didn’t miss anything?” Everyone laughs. Nakyum realizes he was clumsy with his words. Flustered, he waves his hand to gain back attention on him, and stammers
“Oh- no, no, no, no !” He turns to Yeongwoon, his moral support.
“There’s something I miss right now,” he admits.
“What ?” Yeongwoon asks.
“I miss his miso soup.” Nakyum blurts out. The crowd cheers, and Yuta softens, satisfied. “Alright, I will cook for you.”