_{His eyes narrow into slits afterwards. The description ‘tense’ reflects the latter’s state and Yunhyeong’s left pondering whether he should begin with the teasing, but knowing her, he might end up being tackled down on the ground. In the end, he disregards the plan, loosening his squinted eyes and smiles regardless at the younger talking, silently.. and painfully preventing his goofy self to come on show, stifling his brows to be lifted up and down.  ❝ Ah. Typical Hanbin. ❞ he replies nonchalantly, aware of how courteous their leader is despite the scandals surrounding him. ❝ Well you know! I got my kindness from my mom! ❞ Sort of out of topic, but he didn’t want her to leave so soon, not after going through a slight mishap getting in here when he should be training with his members. His mouth pulls off a grin that somewhat.. resembles a demented person’s grin; making it horrifying to look at.}

She notices the squint of his eyes and from then, she figures out there was something on his mind he wanted to tell but held back on. Maybe it was for the best that he’d kept it to himself but it was dreadful how conflicted she was, curious of knowing and eager to stay civil as much as possible, at the same time. If she could ask questions, surely he’ll have some of his own and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to answer those. Especially not about Hanbin. The topic of him was just as sensitive as Jisoo’s death, or her still being a trainee after all these years. “Yeah, typical of him, alright…” she laughs softly, gaze focusing to the floor as a gentle smile unknowingly forms in her face over such an endearing thought.

Those thoughts were interrupted with his declarations and she snorts, eyes rolling despite the stifled laughter threatening to escape her. “Whatever you say… oppa.” she says reluctantly, out of respect. “Well, what are you up to anyway? Going somewh—” she’s cut in on again by his disturbingly sly expression. “What are you making that face for?!”