Dong Kyung sat on her cozy pink couch, feet tucked up under her body, munching on some chocolate candies, watching a quiz show geared towards guessing musical lyrics from famous Korean pop idol singers. She kept bobbing her head to various tunes, singing a few lyrics here and there.
Myeol Mang primly sat on his couch, an ever present book propped up in his hands, reading, attempts ignoring her fan girl crushing. He glances over, notices the chocolate, rolls his eyes as she grabs some more, stuffs it in her mouth and then grabs the remote to turn up the volume.
Frowning, he says,
"You should at least wipe your hands off before touching the remote."
She holds up the candy, responds
"This chocolate is not messy."
He focuses back on his book, while she listens to the show. She puzzles over the lyrics, attempts, singing out loud,
It's the thought of being
young when your heart
is beating like a drum
beating louder with
no way to guard it…
The song's beat increases as several male voices combine into harmonious catchy tune. Dong Kyung excitedly claps, loudly singing the other lyrics, yells out the answer, "Permission to Dance, BTS."
Myeol Mang stares openmouthed at the normally more reserved woman. If he knew she went so crazy over K-pop idols, then one of their dream dates could've included him as one…
Dong Kyung glances over at him, gestures towards the fresh tulips in the vase, sweetly asks,
"So, why did you buy new flowers?"
He looks up, nonchalantly says,
"I didn't buy them. I just picked them up."
She smiles, teases,
"Ahh look at you. You must have learned that somewhere. So where did you learn that I just picked them up on my way."