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Sieun's at an amusement park.

She hates it.

It's too loud, there's too many people, the sun's too warm.

Baku is pulling at her arm from one ride to another, Gotak and Juntae are in their own little romantic bubble.

Her clothes are uncomfortable and she wants to take them off, take a shower, and go to sleep.

Sieun hates it.

"Sieun-ah, please! Last one?" Baku is pulling her towards a round death machine-looking contraption.

"That thing doesn't even have a restraint." Sieun says deadpan.

"That's the point!" His grin is too big, Sieun hisses slightly and looks away.

She met the three boys a year ago, when they swooped in right before she almost stabbed another boy in his stupid eyes with a pen. He started bullying her after she rejected him, and it reached a peak when he pulled her shoulder length hair and pushed her against a wall.

Right as she swung her pen, Baku came in and pulled him off, throwing him to the ground. He warned him to leave her alone.

Sieun kind of ignored the boys after, but they were relentless. Before she knew it, they would share lunch together, which then bled into after school hangouts too. First at the library, when they asked for tutoring lessons. Then meals after. At some point, Sieun started following them to their basketball games.

Now, the four of them are quite inseparable, even after graduating high school. Sieun's quite fond of the boys, but she'd never admit that out loud.

Their peers assume she's dating Baku, which couldn't be further from the truth. Baku is very much taken by Na Baekjin, but he goes to a different university.

Sieun doesn't really think she's made for love or relationships anyway. None of the people who've ever confessed their feelings for her have stirred anything in her. Neither do her three best friends.

Maybe she's broken? It doesn't matter.

She's totally okay living this way, never understood the appeal of a boyfriend anyway.

She'll continue to study, be with her friends, and grow old. Maybe get a cat at some point.

Right now though, Baku is almost dislocating her shoulder to get her in the metal-made monster.

She's in a knee length skirt. A shirt tucked in, black converse, white socks peeking out.

The boys told her to dress normally—whatever that means—so, she picked an outfit her mother had bought for her a while ago.

With her feet dragging over the ground, she's following Baku.

Sieun hates this. She hates this so much.

Once she's sitting down, unsure where to hold herself. She glares at Baku, then glances at her other side. She's sitting next to a girl with raven colored hair and a confident smile. She feels heat rush to her ears and cheeks, her chest doing something odd.

Oh God. She already knows this will end terribly. She's going to embarrass herself so much. And she's not sure why she's suddenly so mindful of the girl next to her.

The girl glances her way once, and gives a smile.

Sieun tucks her hair behind one of her ears shyly, and kind of ends up staring.

The girl has straight bangs, and long straight locks tied up in a ponytail. She wonders if it feels as soft and silky as it looks. Her eyes are sharp, accentuated with black minimal eyeliner. A small beauty mark under her right eye, plump pink lips stretched in a smile that shows off her pearly teeth.

Sieun feels her cheeks warm even more. She's having an insanely hard time looking away.

She's so pretty.

Before she can dwell on it, though, the death trap they're sitting in jolts alive.

She gasps, heart in her throat, as she holds on to the closest thing she can reach—not Baku on her right, but the girl on her left instead. Her fingers twisting into her red and black windbreaker unconsciously, while she squeezes her eyes shut.

She feels herself lift and drop from her place, while the machine jerks left and right. The girl brings her arm around her shoulders, pressing her face close into the softness of her chest.

"I've got you!" She hears from above.

Sieun feels her entire face explode in heat, hoping for this horrible ride to end quickly so she can get out and let the world swallow her whole. Maybe take Baku with her while she goes.

She feels her skirt riding up with the movement, exposing her thighs more than she's comfortable with. Her hands shoot from where she's holding the girl, down to hold the fabric in place.

But it makes everything feel so much scarier, no longer being able to keep herself somewhat in place.

Please kill me now.

With a particularly aggressive jolt, Sieun's in the girl's lap.

She feels a breathy chuckle against her ear, a minty smell hitting her nose, "it's okay, I got you." The girl says a second time, while she wraps an arm around her waist, to keep her in place.

She's cursing Baku in her head over and over again.

The machine comes to a jerking stop.

Sieun's breathing heavily, her chest moving up and down as she's trying to calm down.

The girl under her makes no move to get up yet, gently stroking her fingers against her clothed waist. She brings her other hand up to move her hair out of her face, and tucks it behind her ear gently.

Sieun risks a glance at her face, and finds her looking back fondly.

"My name's Suho, by the way." Sieun now notices she's not doing all that great either. Her tight ponytail is now all low and lopsided. She grins, Sieun smiles back small.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles, "I didn't want to get on this ride." She flits her eyes away.

"Don't be sorry, I'm really glad you did, pretty." She keeps smiling, her eyes shining with mirth, "will you give me your name, or should I keep calling you pretty?"

"Oh," she stutters a breath, feels her cheeks become even warmer somehow, "Sieun. My name's Sieun."

"Alright, Sieun," Suho tilts her head, "do you want to grab a drink to calm down?"

She looks to the side, and finds Baku looking at her with wide eyes.

Her options are either getting a drink with the pretty girl who's drawing patterns on her waist, or spend the rest of her evening trying not to kill Baku.

The choice is made easily.

She nods, then realizes she's still in her lap.

Suddenly extremely self conscious, she shoots up. Back on her feet with quickness.

Suho pouts at this a little, before holding out her hand, "let's go?" She tilts her head, while pulling her hair loose with her other hand.

Sieun is mesmerized. Time feels like it's slowing down, the way her hair falls down gracefully.

She takes her hand and lets herself be pulled away from her best friend-turned-enemy.

She treads her fingers through her bangs, straightening them a little. Suddenly regrets not using any of the make-up her mother has bought for her.

Well. She wouldn't have known how to use it anyway, even if she tried.

Whatever. Why does it matter anyway.

Suho guides her to one of the park's restaurants, which has a bar at the side. Low lights, and mellow music. An entirely different vibe from the colorful attractions outside.

They sit down and Suho orders them both a drink.

Sieun looks to the side, just to avoid Suho's intense gaze, but she finds her three stupid best friends at a table hunched behind a single menu card, while looking her way. Jerking the card up when she makes eye contact with them.

She rolls her eyes, and brings her attention back to the girl in front of her.

She's suddenly not sure why she's even here.

"So… Sieun-ssi," Suho puts her elbow on the mahogany bar, while leaning her cheek in her hand, "are you okay?"

Sieun's shoulders slump, "yeah… I'm sorry about earlier," she brings a finger to tuck her hair behind her ear out of habit, "I don't really like going on rides, or even crowded places. My friends just forced me to come."

Suho brings a finger to her bangs, gently swiping them out of her eyes, "hmm, those three idiots over there?" She nudges her chin in their direction.

Sieun breathes a laugh, "busted."

"I'm sorry they forced you to do something you don't like," then she straightens her back, and shrugs her shoulders, "but I'm glad they did."

Sieun tilts her head in confusion, frowning slightly, "that's contradictory."

Suho chuckles, "well, not really. I'm sorry for you, but not for me. I got to meet you thanks to them."

Sieun's eyes widen slightly, her chest doing that funny thing again, "oh."

Suho grins, "are you not glad to meet me too, despite being scared of the ride?"

Sieun's breath stutters, "I-I guess so, yeah."

Suho's watch beeps, she curses under her breath.

"Damn it. Sorry, pretty, unnie's gotta run." She takes a napkin, and a pen that's laying on the counter next to a notepad a waiter probably left behind, and writes down a string of numbers. Kisses the napkin—leaving behind her pink lipgloss—and slides it towards Sieun with a wink. "Hope to hear from you again, lovely."

She dashes out before Sieun can even react to any of that.

Once she's gone, the three boys rush to her side.

"Who was that?!" Gotak scream-whispers.

"Sieun-ah, you into girls?" Baku wiggles his eyebrows.

Gotak slaps the back of his head, Juntae giggles at his side.

"Sieun-ah, was she nice?" He asks her.

Sieun looks at the three of them, then nods slowly, the blush hasn't left her face since she first locked eyes with Suho. She looks down, and smiles softly, "yeah, she was really nice…" she fiddles with the napkin.

When Sieun's back home again, she sits in front of her vanity—something her mother had bought her years ago. Its the first time she's sitting at it.

She's just observing. Looking at her face, her hair.

She eventually opens one of the drawers, and looks at all the newly packaged make-up that's in there.

But just looking at everything, she frowns. Suddenly overwhelmed and unsure.

She opens her phone and looks up tutorials for simple make-up.

She's not sure how many video's she watched before she felt confident enough to pick up a little tube-shaped bottle of concealer.

But now she's just hovering.

"Whatever, I can clean it if it looks stupid." She mutters to herself.

She applies it, then some BB-cream instead of foundation, because she doesn't want it to look or feel heavy. Powder next? Oh! That works! Blush, too much, she wipes some off with her fingers. Brushes her brows, puts on mascara and ends it with a lipgloss.

Eyeliner feels far too intimidating.

Simple! This, she can do!

She runs her fingers through her hair, makes it sit in a way that looks intentional.

She ends up staring.

She likes what she's looking at.

She likes the way she looks.

She looks at the clock, it's late, but thankfully she doesn't have an early class tomorrow.

She cleans up and heads to bed, a little excitement she hasn't felt in years stirring in her heart.

"Yah, Yeon Sieun! Are you wearing make-up?!" Baku greets her with, when he meets her on the way to class.

"It's not a big deal." She mutters in reply.

"Yes, it is! It's a huge deal!" He jumps in front of her and starts walking backwards to keep looking at her face, "you look so pretty!"

She looks away, a small unwilling smile on her lips. "Whatever."

But she freezes for a moment, her eyes making contact with someone she didn't expect.

Suho is standing to the side, a phone in hand, a frown on her face. Looking at them.

"Oh," Sieun says unconsciously.

Baku follows her line of sight, "oh! That makes sense! Is that why you started wearing make-up?" He puts a hand on his heart, "young love! They grow up so fast!"

She brings her eyes back to him, and pushes him to the side.

I didn't know Suho went here…

She dashes to her classroom.

Suho hasn't looked away for a moment, her frown deepening.

"Sieunie, did you message that girl?" Baku asks as he plops down next to her.

She shakes her head, "I don't know what to say…"

"How about hi?"

Sieun slumps, "and then what? I don't know why, but she makes me nervous… I don't want to mess up for some reason."

Baku looks at her for a moment, finally realizing what the hesitation means, "Sieun-ah… do you really not know?"

"What do you mean?" She looks at him, her eyes bright and innocent.

"Hmm, just message her, I think she'll be able to carry the conversation, from what you told us about her!" He says instead.

"You're right…" Sieun smiles to herself, "I've never had a friend before who's also a girl… maybe that's why I'm so nervous?"

Baku smiles fondly, she'll figure it out, "maybe."

Sieun settles in bed, deleting and typing over and over again, before pressing send with her eyes closed.

수호

Hi

This is Sieun

finally decided to text unnie?

…

I'm sorry.

im joking

im glad u texted me

Oh

ur so cute

I'm sorry I don't text very often…

its okay

wanna call instead?

Okay.

She waits in anticipation for Suho to call her.

The phone buzzes, once, twice, before she picks up. She didn't think she could feel even more nervous than she already did.

"Hi, bunny." Suho's voice rings through the speaker clearly.

"Hi…"

"What are you doing?" She asks, some static catching in the mic.

"Nothing, what about you?"

"Ah, unnie's doing deliveries while talking to you. Thank you for keeping me company." Sieun can hear the smile in her voice.

She looks at the time and frowns, "it's already ten, you're working?"

Suho coos, "are you worried about me, bunny?"

"No, I was just saying…" she mumbles in reply.

"It's okay, thank you for worrying, darling. I'm used to this though."

Sieun remembers seeing her in uni, "I didn't know you went to SNU?"

Suho chuckles through the mic, "ah, you saw me? Why didn't you come to say hi?"

Sieun twists her blanket with her free hand, "you looked upset, I didn't want to bother you…"

"Darling, you'd never bother me."

"You don't even know me," she replies, suddenly questioning why Suho is even talking to her. She's never really had friends before the guys. People always thought she was weird, or unsettling. Said her eyes were creepy.

"Right. That reminds me, Sieun-ah, are you dating that boy with the red hair?"

She hisses when she accidentally twists the blanket too much into her fingers.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Suho replies immediately.

"N-nothing. Uhm, no I'm not. He's my best friend, but people think we're dating," Sieun—for the first time—decides to clear up the rumor, for some reason she doesn't want their relationship to be misunderstood by Suho.

"Oh, that's good. But why does everyone think you're dating then? I don't like to share, Sieun-ah." Suho almost sings the last words.

Share?

"It's because people always bother me, but now that they think I'm dating Baku, they leave me alone. But he has a boyfriend who goes to Yonsei." There. Everything's cleared up.

"I see… next time, don't avoid me. You looked really pretty today."

"Oh—" she can hear her heart beating in her ears, "thank you… I will say hi next time."

"Perfect. I'm sorry, bunny, I have to go now. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure, tomorrow."

"Goodnight, dream of me."

"Goodnight…"

They hang up, and Sieun presses her phone into her chest.

Is it normal to feel this way?

Suho drives around on her bike continuing her deliveries after hanging up.

She can't stop thinking of the cute brunette.

When she first saw her in line for the disco pang pang, she immediately ditched her friends—Yeongi, and Wooyoung—and followed after her. Even though she normally hates the stupid ride.

As soon as Sieun's beautiful brown eyes locked on to her, she was gone. She already knew she was gone. It was inevitable.

She was so glad Sieun followed her for a drink, instead of following the red haired pest that wouldn't leave her side.

But when she didn't text her, she thought that maybe she misread everything. Which only became worse after she saw her looking particularly cute going to class, with the little goblin hopping around her and making her smile. Safe to say it ruined her entire day.

Until, the little bunny decided to message her after all. And it was a big misunderstanding, Suho doesn't even know the stages of grief she had to go through.

She's humming a tune while finishing her deliveries, goes home to halmeoni—who's already sleeping, but has left out dinner for her on the table—eats, cleans up, makes sure the kitchen is spotless for halmeoni in the morning. She takes a shower, and heads to bed. She has about two hours of sleep she can get, but she's not even upset about it.

She got to speak to Sieun.

She can't wait to get up in the morning and see her again.

With that thought, sleep takes her.

"Bunny!" Suho calls from behind, putting her hands on Sieun's shoulders while she's having lunch in the cafeteria.

Sieun jumps in her skin, Baku grins from the opposite side of the table.

He fiddles with his phone, "oh, no! Sieunie, I'm so sorry Baekjin has an emergency, his—uh—fish died." He gets up, quickly dropping all his things in his bag with a big swoop over his side of the table, taking some snack wrappers and other trash along, "gotta run, bye!" He literally runs off without even closing his bag properly.

Sieun's wide eyes follow him.

Suho scowls at him, before plopping down sideways in the seat next to Sieun.

Her elbow on the table, as she rests her cheek in her palm, "what's his problem?" She mutters.

Sieun shakes her head a little, "I'm not sure."

"Does he always call you Sieunie?" She asks, still scowling.

Sieun thinks for a moment, "among other things, yeah, I guess?"

Suho hums, "among other things, huh?"

Sieun tilts her head, "why do you ask?"

"I told you, I don't like sharing," Suho reaches over, and tucks some stray hairs behind Sieun's ear.

Sharing? Sieun thinks to herself.

"Well, no one calls me bunny..?" She's not sure what Suho's talking about, maybe she doesn't like sharing nicknames with others?

A wide smile splits Suho's face, no trace of her frown left behind, "bunny, you're so cute I could eat you!" She brings both of her hands up to her face, and squishes her cheeks.

Sieun feels warm, "oh, thank you, I think?" She mumbles through the pout Suho put on her face.

"Anyway," Suho leans back, "what are you doing this weekend?"

"Studying, probably."

"Hang out with me?" Suho looks at her with her lips jutting out cutely.

"You could come over?" Sieun doesn't want to say no, but she also doesn't want to skip her studying, so this would be a compromise.

"To your house?" She sits up straighter, "I can?"

Sieun nods, "yeah, sure. My mom's never home, so you're welcome to come." She tucks her hair behind her ear, "but I can't skip on my studying… we could study together?"

Suho nods, "yes, I would love to!"

The weekend arrives quickly.

Sieun would normally just wear sweats and an old t-shirt at home, but knowing Suho was coming over she decided to wear something more… put together.

She woke up early, and tried on different outfits. She also decided to wear a real bra—as her mother calls them—instead of her sports bras. She never cared what she looked like before, so she would always pick the most comfortable options. She hasn't worn a real one in years.

She settles on a cropped buttoned shirt that ends at the waistband of her high waisted, pleated skirt. Fuzzy socks, and pink bunny slippers.

She only got the slippers because they were on sale and she needed new ones. But now they're her favorite, for reasons she doesn't want to think too hard about yet.

The doorbell rings.

Suho's face appears on the little screen by the door, as she unlocks it for her.

"Hey, bunny," she says with a grin, once they're face to face. Her eyes flit down once, widening, before raising to meet Sieun's again.

"Hi," Sieun reply shyly, suddenly unsure what to do with herself.

She beckons Suho inside.

"Would you like something to drink?" She may or may not have looked up what to say when you have people over for the first time. Most of the information was redundant, but she wanted to be sure not to let Suho down because she was a bad host.

"I'm okay, sweetheart. Maybe later." She tugs at her cheek with her knuckles, "you look so beautiful today, Sieun-ah."

Her face blooms pink, "thank you, y-you do too."

Suho's grin widens, "yeah?"

Sieun nods, then tells her to follow her, "this is my room, where I normally study."

Suho peeks inside, her walls are quite bare, a large bookshelf on one side filled to the point of spilling, a vanity in pristine condition, a desk—not so pristine, a simple twin bed with light blue sheets.

"We can study in here, or on the dinner table?" Sieun offers the choice to her.

"In here is alright, I can take the bed if that's okay with you?"

Sieun nods, "sure, I'm sorry my desk is not very big."

Suho ruffles her hair, before immediately fixing it again, like she didn't mean to do that, "don't worry, I usually study on my own bed too."

Sieun dips her head.

She's never felt this way, it confuses her.

Suho is making her feel and behave in ways she doesn't understand. She can't dissect nor explain it.

The way she feels about her three best friends is very clear, she is happy to be with them, to hang out and play around. If she ever had a sibling, she imagines it would feel like that.

With Suho, the idea of her being a sibling makes her upset. Somehow. She doesn't get it. Because if they're friends, shouldn't she feel similar like the way she does with Baku, Gotak, and Juntae?

Maybe—

"Bunny?" Suho looks at her with wide eyes, a hand waving in front of her face.

Sieun shakes her thoughts away, "s-sorry. Make yourself at home."

She shuffles over to her desk and sits down.

She hears Suho unload her shoulder bag on the bed, spreading her books around.

She grips her pen, tries her best to focus, but all she can think about is Suho sitting just a meter away from her.

She closes her books, stacks it with her notebook and takes them both to sit next to Suho.

Suho looks at her, "desk got boring?"

Sieun hums, as she leans her shoulder against Suho's. And opens her book and notebook again.

After a while she notices Suho hasn't written a single thing.

She looks up from her own writing, only to find Suho already looking back at her.

"Suho?"

She quirks a smile, not looking the slightest bit embarrassed that she got caught staring, "you know… you're the only person who calls me Suho."

Sieun frowns confused, "but that's your name?"

Suho chuckles, "it is, you're right. My friends usually call me Su-ah, and halmeoni calls me aegi. Everyone thinks my name is too boyish."

Sieun straightens, "oh… would you like me to call you Su-ah too?"

Suho shakes her head, "no, I actually quite like the sound of Suho from your pretty lips."

Sieun feels her cheeks become warm again, she pouts, "yah…"

Suho lets out a big sigh, "back in '02 my parents wanted a boy. And when they didn't get one, they still pretended they did. Named me Suho, gave me short boyish haircuts, put me in boy-activities," she breathes a laugh, "they're lucky I liked sports. But then around twelve, they left for Japan and I never heard from them again. After they left, I grew out my hair and started wearing make-up to spite them."

"Oh, I'm sorry…" Sieun mumbles, unsure how to comfort her.

"I'm okay, I have my lovely halmeoni. And I've got you now, no?" She smiles again, her entire face lighting up.

Sieun nods, "you know, I started wearing make-up because I thought you looked so pretty and feminine, and I wanted to try too." She admits in a whisper.

Suho's smile turns into a smirk, "really? I think you're really pretty and feminine either way, bunny."

Her eyes shift to the side shyly.

"Well…" she gently holds her chin and turns it back towards her, "you forgot eyeliner. That's my signature look."

Sieun blinks, her breath catching in her throat from being so close, "I'm not very good at it."

Suho hums, then climbs out of Sieun's bed and heads towards her vanity.

After rummaging through her vanity's drawer, she finds a liquid eyeliner pen, and immediately turns back.

"Lay down." She orders gently.

Sieun complies, falling backwards into her pillows, still holding her own pen she was writing in her notebook with.

Suho straddles her, and leans forward. Her hair cascading down, almost like drawing a curtain of privacy.

"Relax," she whispers, as she starts applying the eyeliner.

I want her closer, Sieun thinks.

She grips her pen tightly with both hands.

Oh.

So that's what these feelings are.

"Done." Suho smiles triumphantly, "you're so pretty, bunny."

Sieun lets out a stuttering breath, "Suho-yah…"

She's not sure what she's trying to ask, but Suho's eyes glint like she immediately understands.

She slowly leans down, "stop me if it's too much," she breathes against her mouth.

Sieun, instead of stopping her, leans upward, straining her neck. She drops her pen and wraps her arms around Suho's neck to meet her lips.

She has a fleeting thought, her lips are softer than I thought.

Suho's so gentle with her. Her hands wrapped around her neck, her thumbs moving unconsciously at her jaw.

Sieun moves her hand upwards, threading her fingers through her hair—satisfying the curiosity she had when they first met.

Sieun opens her lips slightly, giving Suho access to move their tongues in tandem, while following her lead.

Suho brings a hand down, unbuttoning her shirt, and speaks against her lips, "you were hiding all this from unnie…"

Sieun lifts her thigh against Suho's warmth, when there's a beeping sound.

Suho lifts her head in a startle, "you said your mom's never home?" She whispers, completely flushed. He lipgloss a mess, her hair no longer as sleek as it was when she first arrived.

Sieun's not in a much better state. Her collar's completely open, exposing so much cleavage.

She pushes Suho off gently, and walks over to her vanity. She grabs a tissue, and walks back to Suho, where she wipes her lipgloss, and fixes her hair for her.

Suho buttons her shirt for her again, while she looks at her with fond eyes.

Sieun smiles at her small, when the door to her room opens.

"Sieun-ah, I bought—oh." Hyunjoo, Sieun's mother, is leaning into the room.

Suho immediately stands up straight, bowing at her waist, "hello, eomonim, I'm Suho, Sieun's friend from uni."

Hyunjoo smiles, "aigoo, you're so pretty! Sorry to interrupt, keep studying!"

Once she leaves, Sieun can't stop the giggles leaving her lips.

Suho's shoulders slump, "yah, unnie almost had a heart attack!"

"You're not my unnie," Sieun can't fight the smile on her face.

Suho turns to her, "huh?"

Sieun's smile widens, "I was also born in '02."

Suho tackles her on her bed again, "you little brat!" She tickles her sides.

"Suho-yah," heave, "my mom will hear!"

Suho stops her attack, and braces an arm next to her face, while she moves her bangs to the side with her other hand.

She leans in, Sieun meeting her halfway again.

They walk into uni hand-in-hand.

Whispers all around.

Wasn't Sieun dating Baku?

Suho scowls. Sieun squeezes her hand, smiling up at her.

Su-ah is into girls?

"Yah, why would they think otherwise, I've never entertained a single snot-nosed boy in my life!" She grumbles.

Do you think they'd accept a third?

Sieun smiles wider, and looks towards the student who said that, "she doesn't like sharing."

The student flushes, and presses her lips together.

Suho pulls her closer, and kisses her temple.

They head towards the cafeteria where Sieun's three friends are already whispering among themselves.

Baku smiles when he sees them walk in, "yah, our princess found herself a knight in a red and black windbreaker!"

Suho hisses in his direction, "she's not your princess."

Gotak barks a laugh, "you can drop the fake boyfriend act, Baku-yah."

Baku pouts, "I never had a fake boyfriend act."

Sieun sits down in the free chair next to Juntae, "do you have the notes from Friday?"

Juntae nods, looking at her knowingly, "here you go."

Sieun starts comparing notes and scribbling in her own, as Suho pushes herself into her chair. She sits against her fully on the tiny surface, "you have such a nice handwriting, bunny." She puts her head on her shoulder, to peer at her notes too.

Sieun snorts, "I know it's chicken scratch, you don't have to lie."

Suho makes a cute sound of disapproval, "even if I can't read it, it's the cutest writing I've ever seen."

Baku looks between them, "yah… I can't even be mad, they're so cute?" He tells Gotak, who nods in agreement.

"I miss Baekjin, I'm gonna go find him." He stands up, "see you guys later." Juntae and Gotak wave at him. He turns to Sieun, "see you later, my sweet, cute, darling princess Sieunie!" He blows her a kiss, and runs off.

Suho barks a "Yah!" After him.