(yeah i'm feeling good now)
jongsoo kang
jongsoo, once again, has flirted his way into getting something he wouldn't have been able to get otherwise. his own cabin (traitors) booted him out because he kept playing the same song over and over again, and as he was wandering camp (lonely, forsaken, rejected, an outcast) he happened upon the music room, and convinced the surly girl there (though with a bit of burgundy lipstick her look would improve vastly) to leave him the room. he has no regrets over how dazed she may or may not have looked after he was done with her, and now he even has a nice little date to look forward to later this week!
the room is wide and almost industrial-looking, with mirrors all along one side of the wall, and white soundproof panels along the other walls. he considers the mirrors for a while - he'd been thinking of dancing a bit - but for now he flops on the ground (though it, effortlessly, looks more like a seductive sort of lounge than a bored sprawl) and sets his music on full volume.
"hey, playboy," d.o sings, "울리는 전화도 받지마 조용히 두자 ," and it's not long before jongsoo is singing right along with them, eyes closed, so he doesn't hear or see the door open as the music swells.