lost hearts

The Sumochair segment has been on TV, Krist is amused by the sumo suits of himself and singto, and his brother is making interesting moves while protecting the belly of the stuffed sponge sumo suit with one hand.

The game was very intense.

Seeing how he was hit on the screen, Krist recalled the accidental injury at that time, it was really sour, and there was almost an illusion of feeling a dull pain immediately.

Krist was also impressed by the punishment of the game.

The loser has to stuff the balloon into his clothes, and let the other two use a stick with a needle fixed at the front to puncture the stuffed balloon through the clothes.

Krist was terrified of the balloon exploding.

It's hard to say whether it's more fear of the pain it might cause when it explodes, or more fear of the unexpected sound of the balloon exploding.It is frustrating that this kind of thing is used as a game prop in many occasions.

All sorts of moves come up, some that make him less nervous, others that make Krist tense up.

But one thing's for sure, popping a balloon on your body won't be very pleasant.

Now looking at this scene from the perspective of a bystander, Krist is even more thankful that he did not lose at the beginning.

After finishing the punishment, it's publicity time.

Kris pursed his lips.

Staring at the three people on the TV screen.

He and singto looked at each other across from P'Jennie who was standing in the middle.

once.

twice.

the third time.

From slow breathing to slightly rapid breathing.

Krist found helplessly that the more he looked at it from the perspective of a bystander, the more he couldn't ignore how his heart was beating.

Can't blame the fans at all for wanting him and his brother together.

Even if he himself, it is difficult to get away from such a gaze, whether he sees it on the spot or watches from the sidelines.

"Ruined."

he thinks.

At this time, Krist can still think about the time of the annual filming.

Lying on his side on the bed, he hooked his legs and directly hugged the huge crocodile doll that he was particularly fond of these days. He bit his lower lip distressedly and sweetly, lost in thought.

"P'sing..."

How do you see me in your heart?

Could there be a little bit of something similar to the beating in my chest?

"If you don't care, please don't look me in the eye."

The lyrics of a song are sung like this.

It seems to sing all about Krist's mood.

So the next day, when I heard this song by chance on the street, Krist immediately posted it on IG to hint at his thoughts.

Of course, this is all for later. Now Krist is still lying on his soft bed, among the pile of plush dolls who accompanied him through boredom and listened to him, sliding his fingers on the phone screen, looking at him in the photo album. Brother and his photo are in a daze.