EXO X RV'S
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Behind Junmyeon, the New York light twinkled.
“Is that your face?” point Juhyun.
Junmyeon turned his head, pointing his phone further away so that Juhyun could see at a greater range. “Yeah. I don't like my hairdo that, uh..”
Juhyun almost laughed. “Color is good too. Sometimes I also have to try something like that.”
“You should look at something like this city,” Junmyeon switched the subject, turned her phone around, then changed the camera mode to the rear camera, etc, letting Juhyun look into the wider area and with clearer quality.
“Now I see it.”
“Not ...” Junmyeon replaced with front camera mode again. “Together, I mean ...”
Juhyun smiled gently. Junmyeon did not blink. Behind Juhyun, the leaves of the garden tree fell due to the spring breeze that seemed to be quite strong. The sun looks bright there. There was also the flowering of the garden, which could actually attract Junmyeon's attention, but the young man paid no heed to it. Only Juhyun.
“Later, there will be a time, Junmyeon-ah, Besides, now, I can still see it this way, hm?”
“Tetap different.”
“Yeah, camera quality is indeed different from looking directly,” Juhyun held his laughter again.
But across the street, Junmyeon just smiled wryly. Not that, he thought, still not daring to say it blatantly to Juhyun. But togetherness.
Suho advanced closer to the driver in front of him, whispering, “Can you please soften the sound of his music?”
“Oh, sorry. Fine ...”
“Ah, thank you,” said, retreat back. He glanced at Irene, whose grateful—ia—still sound asleep. Suho leaned back in his chair. He doesn't think he needs to sleep. Her activities lately are not as much as Irene, so do not why she ‘keeps this woman while she sleeps. This woman was even sleepy in the studio when they recorded it.
“Ya?” Suho.
But Irene's eyes were still closed. Lips murmuring. “Ya, right. Just right there. Thank you.”
Suho fixed his sitting position in such a way that he half leaned against the car door, half on the seat. Watching Irene closely.
“Junmyeon chose it .. yes, she likes that color ... match her wall color, ’kan ..”
Suho still could not guess what Irene dreamed of. Hearing her name being called in a different way alone had made her barely blink. The man could not wait as Irene kept quiet for too long. However, instead of continuing what Suho had been waiting for, Irene instead opened her eyes. Suho hurriedly sat down like he was originally, singing slowly to cover up.
Irene sat up straight on the chair while removing the hair covering her eyes. He said nothing, just enjoyed the ride and looked at the city in the middle of the night out there.
Suho's curiosity doesn't evaporate easily. He observed Irene to look around for reasons to ask—and he found her.
“You keep smiling. Sweet dreams, yes, until the fatigue is gone?”
Irene looked like she wanted to cover up her smile with her head down, but then she threw her face towards the window. Suho himself stumbled a smile.
“Yes. Lovely once.”
“Can I know about what?” Suho still assumed Irene did not know that she was delirious. Hopefully not, he hoped.
“Hmmm, move to a new house together with someone. The house is great. In accordance with my expectations. I think now I know the ideal future home for me later.”
(Throughout the rest of the journey, the two of them both smiled but only wanted to show it at the window.)