Dinner was a simple braised chicken rice bowl with a small plate of cherry tomatoes and strawberries.

"Didn't make vegetables...... You don't mind, do you?"

The boy who had something on his mind sat down, just diagonally across from Kim Ji-so.

"Of course not," the girl put down her stylus and scooped a mouthful of rice with a spoon, "It's delicious, how did you think of adding chili peppers to it?" It would be even better if it was used to mix instant noodles. ”

Wen Yingheng opened his mouth, thinking that this girl should not be able to use the standards of idol to demand her, so he stopped his mouth.

In fact, it can be seen from her posture that she often works out, but she always behaves very lazy.

No matter how radiant she is on the stage, she looks like a quiet girl in private.

"Carbohydrate intake...... Never mind...... You're more professional than me, aren't you?"

Wen Yingheng ate casually, and felt full after just a few bites.

Eating when he's in a bad mood is a burden for him.

This bad mood began to brew after driving back to the parking lot, until it gradually fermented to the point where it was impossible to ignore when it was time to cook.

Yoo Jimin...... Are the two of us having a falling out? Today seems to be extraordinarily indifferent. ”

"Am I lying to her?"

I repeatedly pondered these headaches in my heart, and subconsciously put down my chopsticks.

"Smack."

The sound of metal chopsticks touching ceramic dishes catches Jisoo's attention.

The girl's eyes were raised, and her mouth was bulging.

"Hmm...... Ahem......"

I wanted to say something, but my cheeks were red from coughing.

Her thoughts were suddenly pulled out of her complicated depressed mood by a sudden voice, and looking at Kim Jisoo's suppressed coughing voice, Moon Young-heng handed her a napkin.

Kim Ji-so, who couldn't see through Moon Young-heng's thoughts, was still wondering in his mind whether he had done something that was troublesome.

"If you are not on stage, do you have to maintain your image like this? And I'm not a black fan. ”

Taking the tissue and wiping the oily corners of his mouth, Kim Jisoo replied, "Get used to ......"

"Coughing is a normal physiological phenomenon, why should you be so suppressed. It's like resting...... There won't be a company that forces the artist to practice and doesn't let her rest, right?"

With such words, he deliberately complained about the practice intensity of SM, and Wen Yingheng's mood was slightly better, and he pointed to the corner of his mouth by the way: "There is still food here."

Suddenly it seems a little cold and strong?

But Kim Jisoo was not disgusted, he pointed at the corners of his mouth with a serious face, but there was something unexpected cute.

"Poof...... It's really tiring to practice.,Because I'm too tired.,I fell asleep in the practice room.,And I was scolded by the president.。 ”

It seems to be a bland story about the past, so it must have been very aggrieved at that time, right?

Realizing that his negative emotions had affected others, Wen Yingheng rubbed his face, and his stiff face eased a lot.

"Is this a little trick? Smile better when you rub your face?"

I subconsciously asked this, and soon realized the hidden meaning of the words.

Her cheeks were slightly hot, and she was hesitant to explain, but for the first time, the genius girl felt that she was short of words, and she arranged the words she thought of repeatedly, but she still couldn't find a reasonable combination.

"Would you like to drink a little?"

God knows, how she held back this sentence.

Something has to be said, right? At least not the worst option.

The boy was stunned for a moment, looking down at the phone to make sure that there was no new news, and a little depressed mood was like a catalyst, and some unusual thoughts were generated in the chemical reaction, accompanied by and released quite a lot of heat.

The temperature in the room also rose.

It's so close, but it's still like a different place...... As soon as he remembered that Yoo Jimin was still forced to practice in the company, Wen Yingheng felt unhappy, so he simply drank a glass of wine and changed his mood.

Pursing her dry lips, the girl went to the bar in the living room, where she learned to mix.

Although she doesn't know how to drink, Kim Jisoo is confident that she has a good level of bartending.

Even Jennie, who often clubs, is full of praise for the wine she makes.

"I'm not drinking very well, let's add more juice."

The boy had already regretted it the moment she walked to the bar, so he was the first to raise his hand in surrender.

On the contrary, the girl's mood was much lighter. What, the polite appearance turned out to be a child's taste.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." The girl took the ice cubes from the freezer and put them in a clear glass mixed with apple juice and whiskey.

This is for Wen Yingheng, and the juice content is extremely high.

As for the own portion, the strawberry-flavored soda blends perfectly in brandy, and the wine content is slightly higher.

The cup emblazoned with the UCLA logo was lifted and tilted slightly in the direction of Mr. Moon.

This cup, one of the trophies that Kim Jisoo came to visit that night.

Wen Yingheng frowned slightly, raised the transparent cup and toasted to the girl.

"I didn't expect it to be used for drinking."

"It's all mine, shouldn't I be left to it?" The girl took a sip and raised her glass triumphantly, spilling some of the dangling wine.

"Is this a drunken escape?" Wen Yingheng joked as if accusatory, and the tissue gently wiped it over.

Seeing that Wen Yingheng's cheeks were already a little red, the girl gradually let go of the suppressed rhythm, raised her eyebrows, and took a few sips comfortably.

No, get drunk before him, right?

…………

"Just kidding...... I'm not blushing, you...... Not really. ”

The girl's eyes narrowed into a slit, and she reached out to grab the strawberries on the table, but she pinched the two cherry tomatoes, put them in her mouth and chewed them repeatedly.

She didn't know that some people just get on the face when they drink, but they don't get drunk easily.

Delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, Kim Jisoo said to the remaining cherry tomatoes on the plate: "This strawberry grows really chic, is it the result of cross-breeding?" The taste is sour. ”

She ate all the strawberries...... She can't have lost her basic discernment, right?

"I don't know how to drink...... Why pretend to be old? ”

Wen Yingheng helped the girl to her bed with difficulty, and he was about to leave like this, but at the moment when he was about to step out of the door, he was attracted by the girl's sudden shout.

"I still want to stay on stage! But it's really hard...... I can't do that anymore...... went down. ”

"Haven't reached the top yet......"

"Fans...... It's a part of me. ”

The incoherent words reflect the girl's love and persistence for her career as an artist.

Maybe there are people who were born for the stage.

Wen Yingheng, who originally planned to leave like this, fantasized about Yoo Jimin's leg press and dance practice, and felt that the fatigue in his heart was relieved a lot.

Like Jisoo, she loves the stage, right? Trying to restrain his desire for intimacy and companionship, Wen Yingheng felt that he was too anxious and greedy.

So he opened the Kakao interface and sent a message to Liu Zhimin: "Do you want me to teach you how to fish?" It's not good for your body to practice all the time. ”

"The price is fair, as long as Koyanagi has a phone alarm clock for a week, you can learn my fishing cheats."

Yu Guang subconsciously confirmed Kim Jisoo's state again, and she was still wearing light makeup, holding the moon bear, and lying on her side on the edge of the bed like a baby.

If you turn your body slightly, you may fall to the ground.

"If you don't remove your makeup, you're going to have acne after that......"

"If I break my leg, will I still be able to go on stage?"

Reluctantly, he helped the girl up, and found cotton pads, cotton swabs, and makeup remover from the bathroom, and the boy followed Yoo Jimin's makeup removal steps in his memory, and worked rough on Kim Ji-so's face.

It's a huge project...... Finally, wiping her face with a warm towel and washing off the last bit of foam, Wen Yingheng sat on the ground tiredly.

And Kim Ji-so, who enjoyed the nanny-level service throughout the whole process, hummed and laughed on the bed.

At this time, in Giselle's bedroom, Yoo Jimin, who was cross-legged and repeatedly thinking about the plan, finally focused on his mobile phone.

Looking at a few messages that I didn't notice, there was a little more hesitation on my originally relaxed and happy face.

Staggered Yoo Jimin's pleading gaze, Giselle reminded tiredly: "It's just that you missed the news, you wouldn't have suffered so much before?"

"After all, the battle plan has been made now!"

"You're too perfectionist, that's not good. It's your turn now!"