“But I do! Every morning when I look into the mirror I’m thinking ‘Oh, what a handsome devil you are, Kim Jonghyun!’” He let out an awkward laugh and scratched the back of his neck; he obviously wasn’t on top of easing the atmosphere. In the end he let out a sigh and leant his back against the wall. “You worry about me too much, Tzuyu-ah.”
Her eyebrows shot up at the male’s response, before she shakes her head, slightly – she’s well aware of what he’s trying to do, since she’s used the same method plenty times before, but no matter. “Worrying is one of my talents, I promise.” She points out, hands coming to lace together and rest in her lap. “Besides, someone’s got to do that, too.”