siyeonrk

[siyeonrk]

— hook, line & sinker ;

rkpjs​

in a strange way, pj was here for jeno. he wanted him to give siyeon a chance, and, in his own way, this was pj’s way of giving her that chance. maybe they had gotten off on the wrong foot, or maybe siyeon just couldn’t bring herself to tolerate him for whatever reason. why was it that she disliked him so much? pj couldn’t remember, but he thought it had something to do with him being annoying—was she the one to say that? again, he couldn’t remember—memories of her and others who had disliked him in the past blurred together. or maybe he just didn’t want to remember. he subtly shook his head, pulling himself from his thoughts. now wasn’t the time to dwell on any of that.

pj absentmindedly licked his lips as he looked down at the cake, momentarily forgetting that he had sabotaged the cake. even after remembering, however, he was still tempted to dig in. could it actually be that bad? sweet and spicy sounded like a perfect combination, and he couldn’t help but consider the fact that he could have been onto something big. “pretty big, i’d say? like…” he held out his hands, doing his best to display how large he wanted his slice to be. maybe he was exaggerating a bit, but he doubted that siyeon would mind giving him the whole cake once she had tasted it. “like that? yeah, like that, if that’s okay. your cake, your call.”

she really doesn’t want to jinx it, but something feels terribly off about this whole situation. he’s here to make amends, which in itself is suspicious, but he’s doing it so convincingly that she’s torn. on one hand, accusing him of foul play seems like it’d be cruel if he really is here to make a deal to be civil ( for jeno’s sake, at least ), but if he isn’t then she just looks like the fool for trusting him. how can she trust someone who’s given her basically no reasons to? jeno always vouches for him and there’s always a distinct guilt on her heart when she’s reminded she’s partly responsible for making it difficult for him to have both of them as his friends, but at the same time, she’s not sure how anyone can blame her. pj had done nothing but antagonise her. she huffs out a breath, dragging herself back to reality as she watches him measure out the size he wants his slice.

“damn, why did you even bring it over? if you wanted that much, you could’ve just kept the whole thing for yourself over a few sittings.” she clicks her tongue, but it’s a little playful. she hopes it comes across that way, anyway. “it’s definitely okay, though. the best part about baking is eating the final product, so I’d feel bad if you didn’t get a big portion even if it is technically a peace offering for me.” they might not always see eye to eye but when it comes to others enjoying and experiencing the same love for baking she has ( that is, without being as good as her ), then she’ll put aside any hard feelings. “here you go,” she chirps, plating the slice and sliding it across the counter. “I’ll have some, too.” she portions off a smaller slice for herself and grabs a couple bits of tissue for their fingers. “bon appetit?” 

[siyeonrk]

ooc.

just a short note that I will delete hopefully tomorrow, but definitely whenever I get back onto my laptop; I recently got back off a sort of semi-hiatus due to family things irl but unfortunately tonight I desperately need sleep so I will reply to my ims at the earliest opportunity!!! I’ll also do a tracker because it’s been a while and I think it’ll help me feel more organised again. but yes, apologies for the wait!! ims and replies coming soon and please stay safe ♥

[siyeonrk]

yuzurk​

the girl really seemed exceptionally cranky. maybe yuzu should leave her to it? but if she wanted to vent out her anger by trying to diss her, the future idol worried she’d only talk herself into more of a frenzy.

“ah I think I recently got into a line of work that’ll keep me plenty busy in the future,” she states vaguely, calm expression remaining on her lips. shifting her weight back and forth on her feet she swayed a little in a rather unbothered and laid back manner.

should yuzu somehow comment on the girl’s mood or would that only leave her more cranky. “it’s just a short somethin’ that’s interestin’ t'sum. did one tarot reader tell ya that much bullshit that yer so iffy ‘bout 'em now?”

she doesn’t know whether the other’s vague answer is more ominous or just weird. truthfully, it’s always a little weird when people describe their career or job as a ‘line of work’ — isn’t that the phrase crime shows use to hint at you who the perpetrator is? she rolls her eyes, hoping it’s just a difference in the way they talk rather than anything she should worry about, especially seen as she’d so willingly been giving her attitude even in just these few short minutes of knowing one another. 

“well, I hope your line of work doesn’t keep me busy...” she mutters under her breath before jumping back into a more confident tone. “power to those people, but I just think it’s bull, you know? anyway, I’ve only ever been to one and it was a waste of my time and money. she forgot my name before I’d even sat down. I just think it’s a bit of a scam. fun for some, but I can’t ignore the hundred food stalls I could spend my money more wisely at.” 

[siyeonrk]

The one thing I don't want to be is a burden to anyone.

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[siyeonrk]

at least i look cool.

sichengrk​

it’s genuinely not his intention to make her so uncomfortable or shifty, but he’s never been the best at cautiously tiptoeing around sore topics. he does wonder why she is so weird about having a crush. then again, he supposes that he usually is about his own, too. it’s too risky to openly talk about it when it’s not something that anyone wants to get back to the other person. sicheng could potentially trust siyeon with knowing about his own, but that’s only because he is pretty certain she doesn’t personally know the one who makes him weak in the knees. “i can see you’re being kind of strange about it, so i won’t ask a lot of questions. also, it’s not my standards. i mean… i don’t exactly play for your team… if you know what i mean.” he looks at her with a bit of an awkward smile, then quietly laughs. “it’s a good thing i don’t like you, then. well… not in that way, that is.”

her questions amuse him, and he pretends to accidentally bump into her even though it’s actually one-hundred percent intentional. “you’re so ridiculous. of course it’s human. it’s not a fictional crush, it’s a real crush. it’s, uh… an ex-idol. but the thing is, when this person used to be an idol, i was a big fan. in a way, i guess i never got over that, so it’s just… complicated. he’s extremely out of my league. but then again,  i’ve always had self-destructive tendencies.”

she doubts sicheng’s going to tell anyone, much less jeno himself, but she feels so nervous just saying the words out loud. it’s almost as if doing so makes it all that little more real. if it’s all inside her, she can pretend it doesn’t exist, but the second someone else knows, there’s not much she can do to deny it. she wouldn’t call herself strange about it either, though; from all the chick flicks she’s seen and her own previous experience, this is pretty standard ‘teen girl with a crush’ behaviour. that being said, the word does make her shiver a little. not only does it feel a little immature, it also doesn’t really begin to define how she feels. so maybe she is being a little strange, but he doesn’t have to point it out so frankly. “you shouldn’t ask any questions because the less you know, the better!” she threatens, though her red cheeks aren’t exactly intimidating. “oh. in that case... if you think about it, technically, you do play for my team.” it isn’t a big deal and she tries not to make it as such. he’d come out to her so casually; she’s just relieved he is comfortable enough to, and that he seemingly trusts her enough to do so, too. 

“an ex-idol... right, so does he actually know who you are? because the answer to that completely changes this conversation, you know.” she tuts, pursing her lips. trust sicheng to make things unnecessarily complicated. he couldn’t just have a crush on his timid and anxious best friend who he makes out with regularly without admitting the lingering feelings in every kiss? damn. “if you know him in person, I don’t think it’s really fair to put so much thought into being a fan before. if he wasn’t a good person when you got to know him in person, you would surely stop liking him pretty quickly?” 

[siyeonrk]

. why you gotta be so rude?

rkjunhyuk​

this shouldn’t be difficult. june was pretty sure that most people wouldn’t be so annoying about giving a book they had found back to the actually owner. it should be a five second conversation, not sitting there and arguing about things. and it was starting to annoy him somewhat, a thick scowl on his face as he glared at the older female. why did she want to be so difficult and annoying about this anyway? he was just a kid, most people went easy on kids because they were, well, kids. sure he was almost sixteen and wasn’t a little child anymore, but he usually still got nice treatment from older people because he still looked all sweet and innocent and that was usually enough. 

“that’s just a load of rubbish. i already said i didn’t leave it behind on purpose. it was just an accident and it happened to slip my mind when i left,” and one he was going to be careful not to make again. especially in this establishment just in case she happened to be the one to find it again. “it’s nothing important,” he snapped, finally grabbing his book back, instinctively holding it out of reach just in case she tried to make a grab for it back. “school notes, scribbles, stuff like that. nothing important.” though it was mostly filled with rap lyrics, but he didn’t really want to talk about that. though, if she had managed to get a good look at the contents while she was being all nosy, then she had probably seen them already. “don’t think it’s any of your business what’s in my notebook, anyway,” he did conclude with a small nod of his head. 

this guy just isn’t any fun. there’s no urgency in his voice over something embarrassing she might’ve seen, or a hopeful twinkle in his eyes that she won’t spill all his secrets to the probably zero mutual friends they have. there’s no play in the way he scowls at her, just pure annoyance and it’s growing so boring not getting her way. it’s all for amusement and if she’s not getting any then what’s the point? honestly, she’s surprised he hadn’t bolted the moment he got his notebook back. what is he getting out of continuing to talk to her? 

“yeah, you say that now. but I didn’t know that when I found it, genius.” she’s one to talk. “anyway, if you ever were to leave it again, at least I’d know this time who’s it is, so I wouldn’t have to look inside to find out.” she grins, just to irritate him a little more. she hates that it feels right to have people think poorly of her — that she’s rude and annoying, that she’s what she’s always been lead to believe she is. 

“sue a girl for being curious. I’m sure if it it were me who’d left my notebook behind, you’d be reading it, too.” she’s not sure, but it rolls off her tongue before she can stop it. “anyway, it’s kind of boring if that’s all that’s in there — wasn’t worth peeking.” she clicks her tongue. “also, don’t judge this place on me alone. the food and the service is good, even if I am kind of nosy and annoying. it’s pretty quiet sometimes, too, if you need to go over any of those school notes, or whatever.” 

[siyeonrk]

❝ thunder only when it rains,

rkxlia​

the pound of music blasts loudly ( but comfortably ) through the earphones plugged in her ears. julia nods her head in accordance to the beat, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. way above, blue skies have completely disappeared and replaced with it an overcast shades of grays. despite the impending doom, she bobs her head happily. it was all that can be said about her minute attention span and how she vanishes when she’s engrossed in one thing.

as fleetwood mac sings about the sorrows of letting go, the sky opens up and brings down a torrential pour of rain. flustered and cursing under her breath, julia did the most rational thing at that moment; pushes open the door to the establishment closest to her. with no umbrella and no time to gather her wits, she acted upon impulse. frustratingly, even in that few seconds, the rain did a good number on her.

“i’m so sorry,” she squeaks in greeting, a gust of cold wrapping around her petite body. she’s well aware of the drops of water falling steadily on the floor and cringes as she realizes she can’t do anything about it. “i’m sorry,” julia repeats, eyes wildly roaming the space she entered—brown irises falling onto the lone girl behind the counter and the pretty signage behind her. mayflour bakery. “i know i shouldn’t be here but is it okay if i dry off for awhile? i promise i’ll step out as soon as the rain stops.”

it’s a quiet day, so it’s easy for her to get caught up in her thoughts as she wipes down the counter for the fourth time. she’s on autopilot, circling around one spot with her eyes out the window watching a tree sway in the wind across the street. there’s so much to think about when she makes everything so unnecessarily complicated, so she’s surely startled back to reality at the sound of the bell above the door. it isn’t loud by any means, but she hadn’t been expecting anyone, much less when she’s just about to convince herself to completely give up on love and adopt ten cats. 

“o-oh, no, it’s okay!” she insists at her repeated apologies. she’s not really sure at the time what she’s apologising for, but that’s enough for her to know it’s not needed. it’s only when she looks at her that she realises the rain had been heavier than she thought, because she’s sure it only started a moment ago but the girl in the doorway seems to be soaked through. “are you okay?” 

there’s no rules to being in the bakery, really — especially not when it’s pouring down outside and siyeon’s the only one out front. sure, maybe most places expect you to buy something, but when it’s empty like this, it’s not like having one less table is bound to cause any fights or loss of profits. “no, no, take a seat. of course it’s okay. it’s pretty shit out there, huh? would’ve been nice to have some kind of warning before the heavens just opened like that, you know? do you want a coffee or something— to warm you up?” 

[siyeonrk]

carbon cookies.

rkchay​

“oh?” the offer to bake together really piques chaewon’s interest. if she actually had siyeon’s help, she’d want to tackle something grandiose. but keeping it simple is probably the best way to start, she begrudgingly admits. “yeah, we can make muffins! as long as they’re not too sweet. maybe like a bran muffin or something.”

“yay!” she claps her hands together excitedly and grabs a cannoli as soon as they’re offered up. the crunch and the taste are ridiculously indulgent. “mmmm. wow, talk about the benefits of being your friend,” chaewon says through the mouthful of sweetness. it’s definitely different from the ones she remembers having in italy - dishes always seem to change in translation when hopping borders - but there’s no denying that it’s amazing. “i’ll have to call it a tie,” she jokes. “it’s really good!

“so…” she leans on the counter, propping up her head as she finishes the snack. “if you have the stuff on hand, do you want to try making muffins now? the sooner i can forget about that mistake, the better,” chaewon says, pushing the plate of cookies away with a curled lip. 

she’d only suggested muffins for their simplicity; siyeon certainly wouldn’t mind making something more exciting with chaewon in her own time. even if they spent the entire day baking, it’d be time well-spent in her eyes. any time in the kitchen not foraging for late night snacks is valuable to her, but she doesn’t say anything. doubling down on how it isn’t a big deal always makes it feel like it is — like her kindness isn’t genuine. 

“we can make whatever kind of muffins you want; they’re for you, after all!” she smiles, her eyes wrinkling and her cheeks rosy. “bran would be good, though. now that you mention it, it’s been a while since I’ve made muffins that aren’t sweet. I made a ridiculous amount of cinnamon ones last christmas, and I’ll probably do it again this year. they seem to go down well in the winter.” 

she hums at the sudden question. a quick glance around the bakery confirms her suspicions — they’re the only ones here, really, and there’s a couple other staff members who can easily cover the counter should anyone come in, so why not? “sure! I don’t think my manager will mind, as long as we don’t burn anything.” she giggles. “we should have everything we need; we stay well stocked.” 

[siyeonrk]

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yuzurk​

she didn’t expect the temper coming her way. blinking her lids and obviously taken aback a little, yuzu decides to keep it cool. “sorry, my bad,” she apologizes again before following the girl’s gaze and turns back to raise a brow at her. something told yuzu the girl had been in a foul mood today. better tread carefully if she didn’t want to lend herself in the middle of an uncomfortable encounter. definitely not the type of publicity she’d need just a month prior to actually debuting as an idol.

“well to each their own believes,” the fool continues on calmly, hands disappearing into her pockets. “I find tarot fascinating,” is her follow up reasoning. did yuzu believe in tarot? maybe a little. the aesthetics alone were what drew her towards the craft the most though.

“not really a belief, just presence of common sense, you know?” she mutters back, barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes. fortune tellers are just scammers to her; don’t they just use body language and statistical chances to ‘predict’ things that will get the best reactions from their customers? she isn’t saying it doesn’t take a lot of knowledge and skill, and if it comforts people to believe in it, power to them — excluding this girl. an eye for an eye. she’s ruined siyeon’s mood a little more, so she’ll return the favour. 

she hums, “if that’s the case, you should get a little more excitement in your life. maybe pick up a new hobby? knitting?” she clicks her tongue. she’d like to say she’s not usually like this, but when she’s wound up like she is today, she can’t really be stopped. she isn’t proud of it, though. ( she’ll certainly regret this later, or even before they part if she calms down soon enough. ) 

[siyeonrk]

yuzurk​

she had to. yuzu simply had to. the visit to the tarot reader was a must have for her. especially with the heavy changes happening in her life, she simply wanted some insight as to what to expect and what she could work against when changing her fate. 

the persona fan within her jumped out again but she doesn’t regret that purchase. to the fool it was money well spent.

pondering over the reading and the advise given to her, she doesn’t stop to see the girl walking past the tent just as yuzu is coming out of it. shoulders bumping she moves a step back in surprise, eyes wide as she looks back into an unfamiliar face. “oh, sorry. didn’t see you there.”

though the extent of the event is impressive, today, siyeon’s really only interested in her selfish desire to have a sort-of date on a picnic blanket with jeno and see minseo. any chance to see minseo is one she’ll take, especially if it’s free, though clearly that’s a popular opinion because the park is packed out. crowds aren’t a big deal to her, but when she bumps into another person ( six and counting ), she finally loses her temper a little.

“will you watch where you’re going?” she snaps, adjusting her shirt where it’d bunched at her shoulder in the impact. looking over at the tent she’d come from, she scoffs. “you know that stuff is all hocus pocus, right? just plain nonsense; wasted money.” 

[siyeonrk]

— hook, line & sinker ;

rkpjs​

pj eyed the girl for a moment, shocked that she seemed so willing to hear him out. i’m surprised she didn’t slam the door in my face the moment she saw me, he thought. he was glad that she didn’t, though. everything seemed to be going according to plan, and pj hated to think of how disappointed he’d feel if he had gone through so much trouble for nothing. he was confident that this would eventually be something they could laugh about, and, even though the joke did rely on tricking her, maybe it would be funny enough to mend their relationship to a certain extent. even someone like siyeon had to see the humor in a perfectly executed practical joke, right?

“yeah, sure,” he replied, taking a step closer to the doorframe. “gotta say, though… i’m a little surprised that the noble queen is inviting the meager court jester inside,” he teased, closely following siyeon inside. his eyes darted around the interior of her house, as it wasn’t a place he saw often. perhaps he was being a bit too nosy as it seemed like something new caught his attention with each second that passed. “nice place,” he noted under his breath as he continued to follow the girl. once the pair came to a stop, pj cracked a smile as he shoved his hands into his pockets, eager to see what would happen next. “man, i’m way hungrier than i thought i’d be.”

“trust me, no one’s as surprised as me.” she quips, already regretting it. it’s not difficult to decide she dislikes pj the least when his mouth is closed, though when he continues through her home, eyes darting around, the nervous nagging in her stomach reminds her she isn’t too fond of him quiet either. he mumbles a compliment, but siyeon can’t help wondering if it’s just a front, just a polite thing to say when you’re in someone else’s house and his actual thoughts are a million miles away from it. does it really matter, though? why does she concern herself so much with what others think of her — especially people like pj who are probably never going to like her anyway? she’s trying, she really is, but if it weren’t for jeno, it’d feel completely hopeless. 

regardless, she places the cake carefully down onto the kitchen counter, looking across it at the younger on the other side. something here is off, she can feel it, but she puts it down to the less than comfortable air between them. maybe he’s feeling just as weird about all this as she is. maybe it’s the strange consistency of the cake when she takes a last long glance before turning to grab a couple small plates and a knife. she won’t say anything; she isn’t the type to shoot down someone’s honest attempt to learn a new craft, especially one she loves so dearly. if he was actually good at it, on her level almost, it’d be another story, but he’s just a kid trying to make amends. right? “how big of a slice do you want then, if you’re so hungry?” 

[siyeonrk]

볼빨간사춘기 (BOL4) - 워커홀릭 (Workaholic)

[siyeonrk]

the power of three.

rkxric​

rkjeno

normally, jeno would be fixated on siyeon enough to notice how nervous she seemed. he was usually pretty good at reading her, but his mind was too preoccupied for him to entirely notice. truthfully, he’d been out of it ever since he found out about eric. carrying around such a huge and horrible secret weighed him down, making him a hundred times heavier than usual. he wasn’t constantly smiling or making jokes, he was far away, lost inside of his own mind. he agreed to do this because he wanted to start making an effort at strengthening his relationship with eric now that he knows he’s his brother, plus it was important to siyeon…

but he couldn’t help but feel there were more important things for him to be doing. with every day that passed by without him telling his mother the truth, or at least confronting his dad, he felt worse. he almost felt like an accessory to the crime, given he is withholding the information. it felt wrong… dirty… but he doesn’t want to focus on that. he wants to have a good day, he just wishes that it wasn’t so hard. finally, he turns to look at siyeon, trying his best to seem in good spirits. “he’ll be here. maybe he got lost in the crowd.”

eric’s been trying not to think about it. that day at jeno’s when they figured it out had been one of the scariest days in eric’s life, and he’d been pretty on edge since. he’d been trying not to show it though, putting on a happy, bright, unbothered exterior so that know one knew he was constantly terrified of this situation going south. he’s scared that jeno blames him for ruining his perception of his family, and probably eventually the reality of his family, since eric assumes it’ll eventually come out and he’ll have been the catalyst to his family falling apart.

but, he’s got to pretend everything is okay for his own mental stability right now - he can’t let his worries take over, especially not this weekend when he’s got so many people to spend time with. two of those people being jeno and a long-time friend of his, siyeon. eric has heard a lot about her, and knows she means a great deal to jeno. so, he has to make a good impression. 

only problem is he’d just fallen in the river with chaewon and had literally only minutes ago waded out and parted ways with her, sending her off with his soaked plaid shirt to cover her white dress. he’d left her with other friends, knowing he needed to get to this picnic with jeno and siyeon, even if he was soaked and shivering. luckily it’s sunny, so he’s rapidly drying off as he walks across the grass, heading for the couple he can see on a picnic blanket not far away. “jeno!” he calls out as he gets close enough, finally stopped beside the blanket and giving a slightly embarrassed smile. “uh… sorry about… this,” he gestures at his soaked self. “i fell in the river.”

honestly, there’s a million ways her mind conjured up that this could go, but this was never one of them. really, could anyone have expected this? at the very least, it’s an interesting story to tell in the future of their first meeting, but in the heat of the moment, she’s not thinking of that. she’s too busy tripping over her own feet so stand up and tug him closer to their picnic blanket. 

“oh my god, you must be freezing, come here. it’s a good thing I was embarrassingly over-prepared.” ( there’s no shame in bringing an extra blanket to a picnic, right? or enough food to feed them four times over? or packing three different types of drink in case he didn’t like the first two options? right? ) she’s tugging the blanket from her spare bag in seconds, unfolding it and frowning at the fact that, unlike a towel which would have been so much better to pack had she (  by some miracle ) predicted this, it probably won’t be too absorbent. that being said, the summer sun is still beating down so hopefully it won’t be too long until he dries off naturally, anyway — enough to enjoy the rest of the day, at least. unless you’re having a romantic kiss under the rain, being soaked to the bone isn’t really a happy or comfortable experience. hurriedly, she wraps it around his shoulders to keep him warm. 

what she should be asking is how this happened, or why, but it doesn’t really seem important. her curiosity can get the better of her later when she’s stopped worrying that he’s going to catch a cold or worse. “jen...” she starts quietly, turning back to her best friend with soft eyes — the kind of gaze only he and her grandma typically get, one that’s full of concern and fondness. it doesn’t last long, though, because rather than make things too serious, she cops out into her usual playful snark. “I hate to say it, but looking at you right now,” she turns to eric, “and what I know about you,” then jeno, “you’re definitely related.” 

[siyeonrk]

— hook, line & sinker ;

rkpjs​

what is there to say about siyeon? pj doesn’t hate her, but he doesn’t consider himself to be her biggest fan, either. they both consider themselves to be jeno’s best friend, and pj thinks it’s only natural for him to feel somewhat insecure in his position. neither pj nor siyeon seems too keen on becoming best buddies, which, funnily enough, seems to be one of the few things they agree on. they’re polar opposites, and, despite the fact that some people claim that opposites attract, pj and siyeon have inevitably butted heads a few times in their time of knowing each other.

the muddy waters of their friendship, or lack thereof (pj isn’t sure at this point), is why he finds himself at siyeon’s doorstep, tightly grasping the dish in his left hand. pj exhales, fighting back a chuckle as he knocks on the door several times. when siyeon opens the door, the younger offers her a disarming grin. “hey, siyeon. i bet you’re thrilled to see me, right?” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “i know we haven’t always gotten along, so… i brought a peace offering,” he says, extending the dish in the girl’s direction. “it’s carrot cake. made it myself, actually. jeno told me you liked it, so i just kind of figured…” his voice trails as he conveniently fails to mention his secret ingredient: extra spicy chili powder.

siyeon doesn’t really like pj. initially, she had attributed it to his insistence that he was jeno’s best friend ( and her slight protective nature, and probably a little of her desperation not to lose him ), but as time went on, he just seemed to create more problems for her. she’d not at all affectionately announced him devil spawn a little while back and she still thinks about the look in jeno’s eyes. it haunts her, makes her stomach bubble, so she tries ( keyword: tries ) to be nice to him, to tolerate all the shit he gives her without dealing too much of it back. sometimes, he just makes it so damn difficult, though. 

“oh, absolutely. I can’t contain my excitement at all.” she answers, hand still on the door so she could slam it shut at a moment’s notice should she need to. there’s a sliver of doubt in her mind, but the tone of his voice sounds sincere as he continues. not to mention, he went through the effort of making ( or buying and saying he baked; either way, it’s a cake ) something for her that’s relevant to her interests. he even asked jeno about it. he could’ve easily just picked up some random chocolates and showed up with one mysteriously missing from the corner of the box, but he didn’t. stupidly, she reaches for it and offers him a small smile. “well... I can’t say this isn’t a complete surprise, but... thank you for trying. do you want to come in? I’ll cut you a slice.” 

[siyeonrk]

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