“Now I’m not sure if we’re still talking about the show or…” She says in monotone and with a playful glint in her eyes which targeted the younger. The corner of the elder’s lips slowly curled up, tugged by mischief and hopefulness. Inconspicuously, she wished that Jennie would be quick to grasp her harmless joke, daubed with double meaning that pertains to her. She meant to say that the younger is projecting. “Gayer than gay huh.. What’s that supposed to mean? More love..?”
“Of course,” she lets out a chuckle that hinted nervousness and it soon fades out into a deadpan, eyes avoiding contact with hers at all costs instead of hitting her back with a squint. She wasn’t sure what Sojung was attempting with her statement, or she had an idea but not the intention of acknowledging, sharing it anytime soon so she dodges it like she’s in a dodgeball match. “You know… like the song. Bluer than blue… sadder than sad… gayer than gay.” In a soft tone of reluctance does it knock over her lips. “More love works, too!” The next second, her voice livens up once again.