It takes a bit by surprise even if there’s the hint of a smile on her face, it’s bewilderment that’s more apparent though. Hyuna blinks it away slowly, the grin fully settles on her lips and she tilts her head as a chuckle slips past. Jennie’s words are the reason for it, but the main source is the way she’d just acted right now. “Well, look who’s as great of an actress as me, I think I should just become your mentor, right?” She lets out a sigh as if she’s more than pleased and it can be evident in the warmth that climbs up her cheeks that it’s the latter and even more, maybe just the fact that she enjoys having made the other girl somehow. Hyuna’s sobbing act apparently did that. Which amuses her but also brings on a moue on her face, lips curving and eyebrows slightly drawn together. “Except, that probably means I need to touch up on my own acting a bit more if it only made you tear up a bit.” 

_{Her face warms up when she catches the look her unnie gives her. She recognizes it because as of late, there’s plenty congratulating her and telling her how proud they were of her. It’s the same look on each face, or at least similar. For someone who often felt sorry and needed a lot of validation, no matter how much she denies (as it shows with her actions either way), it leaves her feeling a sense of deep satisfaction over her achievements. This wasn’t meant to be a sentimental moment but now there’s a second pair of cheeks in a tinge of pink.}

 _{“Heol…!” she exclaims softly, eyebrows slanting down. “As great as you? Am I really?” The compliment encourages her. She sits up straight, fixes her posture while looking away into no particular distance to project a sad expression that wasn’t exactly successful with the smile creeping up because of the lingering effect of the flattery. “Nevermind.” She sighs out before letting out a soft chuckle. “It’s all those acting classes, unnie. But I do believe I’ll learn a lot from you.” The contagious expression from the older gets her mirroring the pout but with eyes rounded up like a puppy. “No, no. I was just… holding back. Because I’m a tough girl that doesn’t cry…” She hums, tucking strands of her hair over her ear.}