“You guys are really too much.”
Chan crouched down, and Yechan shook his head.
“No. You came all the way to England and the game is that?”
“3cm. It’s not the team that reduces it the most that wins, it’s the team that leaves it close to 3cm that wins.”
As members muttered here and there and the audio overlapped, Sangjun cut off their grumbling and proceeded with the game.
“We’re doing this?”
“What are you going to do if we don’t? What, are you going to make us find water plants from that lake over there? Let’s do this quickly and rest. The sunlight is hot.”
“Sangjun hyung. You’re not the one doing it! Just proceeding along.”
A small happening occurred between Sangjun trying to proceed and the members resisting in their own way.
“Finding water plants sounds good.”
It was Siwoo’s job to grab and stop Evan’s arm as he staggered toward the lake. Regardless of how they behaved, Sangjun, who received the Pepero sticks handed over by the production team, picked one to eat and gestured to gather the scattered members.
“There’s one more game after this one. Ah! Chan hyung. Chan hyung, you proceed. These snacks are delicious. Yechan, come here. Let’s hurry.”
After eating one Pepero, Sangjun picked up another while shaking the cue sheet.
“Ah. Whatever. Whatever. Hurry up.”
Instead of taking the cue sheet, Chan, who dragged Yechan and stood in front of the main camera, bit a Pepero stick in his mouth.
“Who is this game for?”
Everyone burst into laughter at Evan’s muttering as he stood crookedly with his arms crossed.
Barely containing their laughter, when Chan bit the Pepero stick, Yechan stood in front of him.
“This… why are we really doing this?”
At Yechan’s mumbling as he briefly bit the end of the Pepero stick then backed away, Chan eventually grabbed Yechan’s collar and pulled him toward himself.
“Ah. Our baby, this really won’t do. Hyung will finish it properly for you, so bite well.”
Then he had Yechan bite the Pepero stick he was holding, and after that, the game proceeded smoothly like flowing water. Yechan, who was stiffly frozen, and Chan, who held the back of his head so he couldn’t escape, bit exactly three times and stopped.
“…Hmm. I don’t think this is what everyone wanted.”
Once Chan finished the game anyway, Sangjun, holding a ruler to measure the Pepero stick they left, glanced at the camera.
“How much? How many centimeters?”
When the filming team was bickering with the absurdly long remaining Pepero stick, worrying about the amount of footage and direction, the most serious person was Siwoo. Shouldn’t it just be shorter than that?
“What is this? I clearly said 3cm, but it’s 6.8cm. Since it turned out like this, let’s just finish the game with the friends team. You know that even 0.1mm shorter than this is a success, right?”
Sangjun, who measured the length of the Pepero stick, organized the situation.
“Hyung! You said you’d show us. What is this!”
“I thought it would be about that much.”
“Wow~ Look at this hyung. It would’ve been better if I just did it. Just two times, no, even one more time would’ve been enough.”
“Ah. Quiet, quiet. Evan and Siwoo, hurry up and come forward.”
Whether Yechan and Chan were bickering in the back or what words were exchanged, Sangjun, who was proceeding with the game, quickly pulled over the scattered Evan and Siwoo.
“Are we doing this as variety? Or as a documentary?”
Next to Siwoo, who was holding the youngest’s snack and gauging the length, Evan asked the production team in a serious voice. Siwoo’s gaze, who had been thinking he should tell Evan to stay still and that he would approach, landed on Evan.
Had they ever stood this close together? Because they were standing close to play the game, he had to tilt his head back quite a bit to see his face.
“What’s variety, what’s documentary? You have to work hard. Don’t we have to win? If we win, filming ends here and we rest, so what are you contemplating?”
Sangjun shook the cue sheet and put a Pepero stick in Evan’s mouth, who was still in a push-and-pull with the production team.
Because their eye levels didn’t match, Evan stood with his legs spread and lowered his body a little.
“You stay still. I’ll do it.”
At Siwoo’s small voice, one of Evan’s eyebrows twitched. He could speak even with the Pepero stick in his mouth, but that was all the reaction Evan showed to Siwoo’s words.
Siwoo, who clenched and unclenched his fist not knowing where to put his hands though he needed to approach closely, placed his hand on Evan’s shoulder. Conversely, Evan placed his hand on his own waist.
Was this game such a serious and grave game? That day came to mind.
The moment he was frantically moving paper, a single thin sheet of paper fluttering down. Since there was still quite a distance, Siwoo bit off the snack little by little.
Only crunching sounds surrounded them.
When he felt everyone’s gazes focused on the Pepero stick, he suddenly felt like bursting into laughter. When he firmly gripped Evan’s shoulder to hold back his laughter, Evan’s gaze, which had been slightly lowered, gradually moved upward.
What is this, why am I trembling and nervous like this?
I could just stop. While thinking that, Siwoo bit a little more. Because Evan had distinct features, if he approached more, it seemed his nose would touch first rather than the Pepero stick.
3cm, no, 6cm.
Siwoo, who recalled the game’s condition, had to lower his eyes, avoiding Evan’s gaze. And he tilted his head slightly to approach a bit more.
Crunch.
The sound of the Pepero stick breaking was heard again at Siwoo’s end. Is this enough? Siwoo sought Evan’s gaze that he’d been trying to avoid in order to get tacit consent.
His eyes of a subtle color.
Those eyes that he thought were fascinating even from afar were right in front of him. And because their gazes met, Siwoo, who was about to back away, saw Evan slowly close his eyes. It’s consent, right? Evan, who had been silently staying still as Siwoo did, moved faster than Siwoo releasing the Pepero stick he was holding and backing away.
“Aaaaaah!”
“What. What!”
“Where’s the Pepero stick?”
The first thing to inform what had happened was the voices of the members who had been focused on this game. Evan, who had been right in front of his nose until just now, stepped back, and Siwoo’s arm that had been on his shoulder dropped down.
“The snack is delicious.”
Evan had approached. And something touched his lips and fell away, and now there was no Pepero stick remaining in his mouth. He was so surprised he let go of what he was holding.
“Evan. Give me the snack.”
“I don’t have it.”
Sangjun, who asked for the remaining snack for measurement, looked at Evan with disbelief as he answered nonchalantly while eating the remaining snack.
“Siwoo hyung. Are you okay? Are you alive?”
As Siwoo, who couldn’t properly grasp the situation, just blinked his eyes, Yechan muttered in a small voice from the side.
“This is too much to die from.”
Right, if it had been the first time, my heart would have dropped and there would have been chaos. But this is my second? I think it’s the third time. And just about a week ago, it wasn’t a peck like this but a kiss. Thinking that far, Siwoo belatedly covered his face with both hands. Why did I suddenly think of that?
The eyes he saw in that darkness and Evan’s eyes he just saw under the bright sunlight seemed the same.
“Uwah. He stole my lips.”
This is a variety show. Since they would want something that could turn into laughter, flustered and surprised, rather than his current appearance, Siwoo slightly turned his body and leaned on Yechan. Even while doing so, he didn’t lower his hands covering his face, which was clearly subtle.
“You don’t have the snack?”
Siwoo’s appearance clinging to Yechan and whining, and Sangjun and Evan’s appearance arguing to hand over the snack or not on one side, were captured in one frame.
“What do we do with this? Evan ate it all.”
You need something remaining to measure it or not.
Eventually, this game was ruled a draw. After arguing for a while about how to compare something that doesn’t exist with 6.8cm remaining, that was the answer they came up with.
“Ah! Evan, really. You should’ve just left a little there. Eventually you made us do the last game.”
“Let’s do it. Quickly, quickly.”
This time, Chan made a fuss next to Sangjun, telling him to proceed quickly.
“Stay still. I need to read it to explain it to you.”
“The host should’ve looked at it beforehand. Why are you looking now?”
“No. Everyone else is resting, so should I rest too? Am I working?”
“You could read while resting.”
“Hyung, hyung. Come here. Stay quiet here. We would’ve explained everything in this time.”
Yechan, who grabbed Chan’s shoulder as he played jokes like Tom and Jerry and positioned him next to himself, put one arm on his shoulder to prevent him from trying to go somewhere else entirely.
“This game is a really easy game. The team that moves more beans with chopsticks within the time limit wins. We’ll proceed simultaneously at the tables on both sides. 30 seconds per person. We’ll count the number moved during the combined 1 minute. When I blow the whistle in the middle, switch places.”
At Sangjun’s explanation after checking the cue sheet, Siwoo pushed Evan standing next to him with his shoulder.
Rather than asking ‘why did you do that earlier?’ and blushing and being embarrassed about it, it seemed better to just treat him like usual.
“Was the snack delicious?”
“……”
“I’ll buy you a lot when we go to Korea. I didn’t know you wanted to eat it that much.”
At Siwoo’s words, Evan smirked.
“Just tell me. This hyung will buy you all kinds.”
“Coco.”
Evan, who had been laughing as if absurd, slightly bent down and leaned on the table in front. Then Siwoo could look down at Evan’s face. This time, Siwoo lightly gestured with his chin.
Why? What do you want to say? Go ahead and try.
While the two were talking, Chan, who saw the chopsticks the production team handed over, began protesting to the production team in a fairly loud voice. What can’t they do a normal game no matter what? The chopsticks the production team just handed over weren’t ordinary chopsticks but long wooden chopsticks that came out for tempura.
“Not snacks, give me a kiss.”
Because the side was noisy, it was a very small sound that only Siwoo could hear.
Crash…….
“Hey! Why are you guys like that?”
He really had no intention of overturning the table in front with the bowl containing beans and the empty bowl to transfer them into together. But at Siwoo’s flustered movement, everyone’s gazes were drawn to the fallen table and beans rolling in all directions.
