♛ jonghyun;
Jonghyun simply chuckled at their mistakes, brushing it off without much embarrassment. That was the best thing about being close with Rian; they could do the stupidest things around each other, and neither of them really judged their actions. “Yeah, well, your mom is like a genius or whatever, so that’s your best bet.” The moment his friend began acting cutesy, he felt his face flush red. He had always been so weak to aegyo, but when it came from Rian, it felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. It was almost too cute to handle, even when she was goofing around. He choked out a pathetic ‘stop’ as he averted his gaze, trying to steady his heartbeat. “Right, but it’s still tripe either way. Just prepared differently,” he nodded at his own point. Still, he knew that he had never gotten sick from gopchang jeongol, so she had a decent point there. But maybe that could be explained on the fact that he had literally bought the hot dog on a dirty street. Oh well. “Yes I am,” he argued, straightening his posture as he stared her down. There was no way he would make her pay for their lunch, especially not when he was the reason why they were there to begin with. “You’re the one tutoring me. It’s the least I can do.”
In many ways, Jonghyun was one of the best friends that she had. It was nice to have someone that she could freely be silly with, that she didn’t have to worry about him constantly or deal with him trying to baby her, and the fact that most of their fans were supportive of their friendship rather than sending threats her way was even better. Naturally at her age she’d outgrown the aegyo, only doing it every once in a blue moon for variety, but knowing how Jonghyun reacted to it every time only made her go out of her way to do it in his presence. Letting out a loud laugh, she concluded her aegyo with a cheesy wink before walking forward. “There’s probably different health standards for it? Hot dogs are so American... Kind of gross over there,” she mused, crinkling her nose at the thought. “No, you’re not. I’m paying. Stop it,” she shot back, stepping up on her tiptoes to tower over him slightly. After staring him down for a few seconds, she turned to the vendor and bowed sheepishly, giving them a quiet apology. “I’m tutoring you because I want to. You don’t need to pay me back for that. Just let me pay or I’ll scream.”














