Now, after acquiring the knowledge that his Hyung-nim would resort to such drastic measures simply to witness him do aegyo, roksu was more than elated to capitalise on his generosity in such conditions. After all, it was his fault that they were in such situations to begin with, no?
“Two weeks.” Alberu’s eyes widened in shock.
“Five days!” He protested, Whisper-shouting still, considering that they remained under the scrutiny of the audience. One small mistake may lead to their downfall in their artistry, but unlike alberu who cared deeply about his reputation, roksu couldn’t give a sh*t about how his career.
“Three weeks.” “One week!” “One month.”
As their bid neared it’s end, alberu’s desperation led him to yell out a devastating number that left even him in shambles. “Three weeks!” “Deal,” Roksu grinned as alberu watched his mischievous smirk helplessly. Once again, roksu had managed to monopolise his walking wallet— I mean, Hyung’s, seemingly endless funds.
(If anyone heard his train of thought, they wouldn’t bother to tell him he had a bigger treasury that far surpassed crossman co. Nope)
With that, roksu strived to quickly finish the job before anyone noticed him, flashing a fleeting finger Heart whilst pouting in the most adorable face he could muster.
In that transient moment, all of alberu’s loss paled in comparison, overshadowed by his flustered expression. Words couldn’t express what he saw, taken aback by his dongseang’s display of cuteness.
“KYAAAAAAAAA!!!” “BABY, LOOK AT MAMA!!!!”
And it seemed like the supporters agreed with his view as they, too, have cheers of adoration at his rendition of aegyo. The screamed as if their life depended on it, the stadium erupting into hysterics.
“....” ‘What the fvck did I just witness?’ As usual, roksu remained dense to his surroundings or the chaos he had brewed among the audience. He had nothing to do with all this, nope, he reasoned and hid behind his Hyung.
... This ended in another round of screams.
