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Lost EunChae Set Me Free Fancam

Comments

"She may act a bit weird, but she's hot."

"So what if she's quirky, she's definitely got the looks to a number one idol."

"If she's autistic, then I'm perfectly fine with dating an autistic woman."

"That chest is quite the gift. Next time she should show some more skin. She'd definitely help their sales that way."

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"They fucking disgust me. Her chest? Seriously? That's fucking filthy." Chan grumbles, locking his phone and throwing it aside.

"You know how they sexualize you—you can't be shocked they're doing it to her, too. Just be glad you didn't see the ones about her sleeping wit—" ChangBin stops the moment JiSung punches him in the arm—hard.

"What the fuck, JiSung!" ChangBin spins around to take a swing back at him, but misses.

"Shut the fuck up." JiSung warns him without hesitation. Age means nothing when Chan's sanity is on the line.

"Didn't see the ones about her sleeping with who? What the fuck did I not see?" Chan gets to his feet, making his way toward ChangBin with dark eyes.

"Oh—uh—the ones about her sleeping—sleeping with stuffed animals—yeah—they said it's a little kid thing to do." ChangBin does his best to save himself, terrified of the sudden change in Chan's aura.

"Show me. Now." Chan snatches ChangBin's phone from him and unlocks it without much effort. He scrolls through the comments on ChangBin's phone before closing his eyes tightly.

"You shouldn't have looked." JiSung frowns, taking ChangBin's phone from Chan.

"She doesn't even fucking know them—I could get over the comments about her and her stupid group mates because at least there's a reason behind them—but those boys? Of all fucking people—the guys she literally met right before that damn picture was taken?" Chan pinches the bridge of his nose, fighting the urge to pick up his phone and fire back at the comments.

"She took pictures with a lot of idols. She seemed to really hit it off with a lot of them." JiSung tries to lighten Chan's mood even the slightest bit, but it's pointless and he knows it.

"Yeah—she did—but those four are the only ones she gave her number to." ChangBin challenges him, truthfully forgetting about Chan's existence in the moment.

"I mean—how do you know for sure she gave it to all four of them? I only saw her type it into one of their phones." JiSung disagrees, trying to recall everything he saw while watching Chan murder the countless number of guys with his stare.

"I know her type. The one she put her number into's phone is not the one she likes best." Chan mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.
This is the last conversation he wants to be having, but he can't help but add his own nonsense into it.

"I mean—she likes you—you're an Australian ass. He's also Australian. Not sure about the ass part—don't really know him—but I doubt it." JiSung shrugs. Chan made him research each of them while the waited for their live performance. He knows everything you could ever want to know about them—well the two she seemed most interested in.

"I'm not gonna lie—they look good together. A lot of people in the comments agree." JiSung mumbles lowly, hoping Chan doesn't hear.

"JiSung—it's your turn to shut the fuck up." ChangBin reaches out to cover his mouth in hopes of stopping him from making Chan anymore annoyed.