Specifics. She’s out here dominating the charts and she wants specifics. Specifics! She’s out there breaking the internet with a single teaser image, having people yelling her name after only eight minutes of exposure and she’s asking for the specifics. He could be baffled, honestly mino could stand there with his jaw slack open and disbelief painting his features but he pauses. He knows Jennie, he hears the string of modesty that leaves her list next and all he can do is smile, he won’t stop smiling. He’ll smile for her and the recognition he knows she deserves.

“Listen missy,” a lone arm slings around her shoulder and he pauses to collect the words he wants to deliver. He doesn’t need to be delicate, they’re past that, but he wants it to be smooth. He can’t get emotional, not now. “Listen, you debuted. And it’s cool if you’re not going to include yourself in that credit but I sure as hell am. You debuted sis and I’m proud of you and you did it. Wanna know what you did? You held on. You’re in the big leagues now and you deserve every bit of recognition you get, so long as those snot-nosed boys holding your banner know they have to go through your brother first. Sooner or later I’m going to be holding them back while you walk by with your shades on and your girls.” a hand clutches at his chest, a dramatic save to an emotional start. “They grow up so fast.”

_{The tone of his voice had her attentively listening though with eyebrows raised and she felt she was ready to get a lecture. They hadn’t many differences in this aspect about themselves. Minho was terrible with compliments which was why she doesn’t know how exactly she was supposed to take this seriously but she has to and so she will. Except, of course, she’ll leave it as an end note. She takes in every word, making sure she can give him a full response.}

_{“Did you know someone said my rapping in Boombayah was like… Missy Elliot style of rapping?” She starts off and follows with a snort, finger pressing against her prominent philtrum while the hand that supported her elbow folded on top of her stomach. “Anyway, I just remembered.” She dismisses, anxiously nibbling gently on the edge of her forefinger’s nail. “I mean, okay, yeah. I debuted and worked together with the rest. I’m just saying, I don’t know what I did exactly that… makes… you proud? I held on?” The very tip of her tongue sticks out in a teasing manner, the corners of her cat-shaped mouth curving up into a cheeky smile while her arms link tight around one of his in a mocking reference to his remark, albeit harmlessly.} 

_{He could mean just as he says; that he’s proud of her debuting, proud that she survived six long years of training and made it through with the girls she’s closest to. But she liked to make it difficult for him, or anyone for that matter. “The big leagues is too much! Yah, I’m still a rookie. Our group is 5 days old! And a half!” She exclaims, index raising along with the bouncing of her brows to emphasize. “Don’t scare off my fans, okay? I might lose them. Besides, you know what? We have more female ones. You should really watch out for our debut stage. As a brother, as a labelmate, you know! Support your little Anna.” Shameless promotion. “You’ll hear the fans and how the female ratio goes. There’s no snot-nose boys to hold back like a bodyguard. And if you do act as one, you’ll only end up getting eaten out alive by the girlies. You know how much you’re loved, don’t you?”} 

_{There she goes again. She’s guessing he noticed the topics transitioning back to him so as promised, the end note. “Thank you, though. I’m proud, too. I pulled a Destiny’s Child, stayed in the island, and became a survivor.” She says truthfully but with undertones of jest still as she looks up at him, raising an arm and flexing her non-existent muscles.}