[ starter for misshyeona ]

_{The fake, exaggerated sobbing comes to a halt. Jennie looks up at the elder with an expression painted with confusion that becomes matched with the rapid blinking of her eyes to coat it overall. “Didn’t you say we don’t cry, unnie?” She asks with a laughter she’d been stifling. Regardless of the other’s opinion, in her own dictionary it didn’t exist, though it was only her dictionary and didn’t exactly mean she didn’t cry at all despite her claims. It doesn’t take long until she’s in a laughing fit, not very violent at that, however. “No but really,” she interrupts herself as she’s slowly calmed down. “That made me tear up a bit… maybe.”}