— hook, line & sinker ;
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in a strange way, pj was here for jeno. he wanted him to give siyeon a chance, and, in his own way, this was pj’s way of giving her that chance. maybe they had gotten off on the wrong foot, or maybe siyeon just couldn’t bring herself to tolerate him for whatever reason. why was it that she disliked him so much? pj couldn’t remember, but he thought it had something to do with him being annoying—was she the one to say that? again, he couldn’t remember—memories of her and others who had disliked him in the past blurred together. or maybe he just didn’t want to remember. he subtly shook his head, pulling himself from his thoughts. now wasn’t the time to dwell on any of that.
pj absentmindedly licked his lips as he looked down at the cake, momentarily forgetting that he had sabotaged the cake. even after remembering, however, he was still tempted to dig in. could it actually be that bad? sweet and spicy sounded like a perfect combination, and he couldn’t help but consider the fact that he could have been onto something big. “pretty big, i’d say? like…” he held out his hands, doing his best to display how large he wanted his slice to be. maybe he was exaggerating a bit, but he doubted that siyeon would mind giving him the whole cake once she had tasted it. “like that? yeah, like that, if that’s okay. your cake, your call.”
she really doesn’t want to jinx it, but something feels terribly off about this whole situation. he’s here to make amends, which in itself is suspicious, but he’s doing it so convincingly that she’s torn. on one hand, accusing him of foul play seems like it’d be cruel if he really is here to make a deal to be civil ( for jeno’s sake, at least ), but if he isn’t then she just looks like the fool for trusting him. how can she trust someone who’s given her basically no reasons to? jeno always vouches for him and there’s always a distinct guilt on her heart when she’s reminded she’s partly responsible for making it difficult for him to have both of them as his friends, but at the same time, she’s not sure how anyone can blame her. pj had done nothing but antagonise her. she huffs out a breath, dragging herself back to reality as she watches him measure out the size he wants his slice.
“damn, why did you even bring it over? if you wanted that much, you could’ve just kept the whole thing for yourself over a few sittings.” she clicks her tongue, but it’s a little playful. she hopes it comes across that way, anyway. “it’s definitely okay, though. the best part about baking is eating the final product, so I’d feel bad if you didn’t get a big portion even if it is technically a peace offering for me.” they might not always see eye to eye but when it comes to others enjoying and experiencing the same love for baking she has ( that is, without being as good as her ), then she’ll put aside any hard feelings. “here you go,” she chirps, plating the slice and sliding it across the counter. “I’ll have some, too.” she portions off a smaller slice for herself and grabs a couple bits of tissue for their fingers. “bon appetit?”

















