So I wondered why Tumblr hadn’t personified the kpop music programs yet, and then
“N-No, sunbaenim, this is w-wrong,” moaned Inkigayo, trapped in the circle of Music Bank’s arms.
“Why is it wrong?” Music Bank whispered, pushing a strand of hair behind Inkigayo’s ears. “It feels so right to be with you like this.”
“You’re not supposed to want me,” said Ingikayo, almost in tears. “We’re supposed to be rivals. If Music Core finds out—”
“Let Music Core find out,” Music Bank smiled. “I don’t care. I love you. I want everyone to know—”
And then there was a knock at the door. “Heeeeeeeey nerds,” M!Countdown poked his head into the room. “You guys getting it on without me?”
Inkigayo looked up in confusion. “I’m sorry? Who are you?”
“Get out of here,” said Music Bank. “We’re busy.”
“C’mon,” said M!Countdown. “Come on, you guys know me, right? Right?”
Music Bank and Inkigayo shared a look.
“Who is—”
“Shh, maybe he’ll go away if we don’t make eye contact.”
“I’M NOT MEDUSA,” M!Countdown cried. “I hate you guys.”
Inkigayo dried M!Countdown’s tears with YG Entertainment’s checks. “Shh, little one. Be still.”
