Granted he came rather abruptly, and his appearance in the room was neither a coincidence nor a mission. Call it a coincidence and he’d probably say something like like minds think alike. He approached Jennie albeit confused but with a warning; not to be matched with the same confusion which is what surprises him. He wasn’t a part of the accident floating through the halls on laughter, just a mere witness to the whispers. Now the accident seems to be mischief and he’s given two paths to approach from. A senior, or a friend. “Someone——” So now his eyes are narrowing.  “Who told you? Because someone told me and now I’m here—-” He’s curious too and eyeing the fridge with scrutiny but a smirk below. All that nonsense about curiosity killing the cat, well he was born a wolf. 

Now that even he wasn’t sure what it was, she’s convinced it was a prank. Except she wasn’t certain who to believe. Minho had some experience as an actor too, she recalls. Even if the medium was a short parody, it was nothing to devalue with an ‘only.’ He might as well be the mastermind to it all. What if it was a feast waiting for her? Just the thought of it already makes her drool. If she waits it out until later, there might not be anything left anymore. And she thinks, who does pranks at the company anyway? Everyone had their own thing with how groups were separated so there was almost no fun outside her circle of female trainees.

“Well—” she pauses. “Wait, who’s someone? What did they tell you exactly, anyway? Why can’t I open it?” she questions (or interrogates, more like), hands rested on her hips. “You’re gonna open it, aren’t you? I see it. I see it.” her eyes narrow into thin slits as she leans forward and analyzes his expressions meticulously. “Okay, how about this. How about we open it at the same time? Yeah?” she asserts as her grip finds its way on the seizing on the handle of the fridge door.