[color=8493ca]“Ehh…!?”[/color]

Something small was behind him! Something tiny, almost a foot below him, and it liked his timin—it was a person—it was a GIRL! His own cheeks were a flustered dusting of pink, embarrassment and perhaps a small serving of annoyance. After all—had he just been teased about?

[color=8493ca]“Woah, those look really great? You’re definitely getting hired.”[/color]

There was something about that statement. Something pointed, almost as if he’d want to pressure someone into hiring her. Someone… shy, and susceptible to such pressure. Dusting away the flushes from his head with an easy going smile in his lips, Daehyun stared down (very down) to their newest guest. Blonde, but she spoke Korean too… hmm, where was she from, he wondered.

Of course, this train of thought came crashing because he was getting apologised to. It was painfully slow the way his eyes trailed across every object in the room until they reached Minkyu. While his sister was… very much not like Amelia in the teasing department, it wasn’t something he was going to contest Minkyu about. Lots of people had teasing siblings.

[color=8493ca]“Hey, don’t sweat it. Do you really think she likes my hair?”[/color]

His uniform was in the back—wasn’t Amelia in the back? 

[color=8493ca]“Ah, thanks for telling me, bro.”[/color]

Not heeding a SINGLE part of the ‘leave Amelia alone’ vibes, or even the verbal warning, Daehyun sauntered past the counter after giving a small bowing nod to their latest arrival. When he came dangerously close to Minkyu, he paused. Motionless. Face devoid of any expression. This is how he stood for many seconds. 

That emotionless plate broke, a smile, one trying hard not to laugh, broke across his lips. An arm went for Minkyu, to pull him inwards so Daehyun could ruffle his hair. Gently, very gently, with plenty of option for the smaller lad to escape him.

[color=8493ca]“You called me hyung~? I heard you, I heard you say it! I bet I had you going there, huh!?~ Ha ha! You heard him say it, too!”[/color]

Looking at you, cutie-blondie! Fun and jokes aside, he did slink his way towards the backroom with silent footfalls, his knuckles knocking against the door. He didn’t just want to barge in on the poor girl, after all. The jovial expression of his laughter had softened into a smile, one hand placed on his hip casually. 

[color=8493ca]“Guy with the cool hair here, can I come in?”[/color]