Stella sighed deeply as she chewed her cotton candy flavored bubble gum out of spite, flopping back onto her bed. She had tried for hours and hours to blow a damn bubble, but she just couldn't maneuver her mouth in the right way to.
She huffed and whined, "GRAPEJOONIE!! Help me blow a bubble with gum."
She heard Namjoon's quiet chuckle as he stepped into her room, peeking his head through the door. "I can't help you," he spoke in his beautiful, fluent English, "I don't know how to blow one either."
Stella pouted as she crossed her arms, chewing on the gum some more. "This sucks. Why can't I do this?! Surely you don't need 148 IQ to blow bubble gum, right??" She asked.
Namjoon shrugged and strode towards her, sitting down next to her. She felt the bed dip to accommodate his weight, and he spoke.
"You don't, but your mouth does. It's kind of upsetting that I'm the only one in the group who can't blow a bubble, but nobody else there has my IQ." He laughed gently, reaching over and placing a gentle hand on Stella's head, ruffling her hair a bit.
"Stoooop, you'll ruin my hair and my chances of blowing a bubble!"
She tried once more, actually blowing a small bubble. Hers and Joonie's eyes widened at her tiny, microscopic success.
She blew more and it popped, a frown appearing on her lips as it did. "Damn, I thought I did it.."
"Hey, you made a bubble at least. I've never gotten that far," Namjoon sympathized.
Stella leaned over and smacked his arm gently, "You don't need to blow a bubble to be amazing in my eyes," she winked boldly.
Namjoon facepalmed and stood up, "Keep practicing, agi sonyeo." He winked, leaving her flustered as he exited the room.
She couldn't blow a bubble again.
