( she makes a tutting sound, as if hyunsu is being especially obtuse on purpose. leaning back, her eyebrows meet together in a small knot, mouth pouty. )

Who do you think I am?

( sighing eye roll, eyes going up to the sky, annoyed she has to pull her heart out for him to look at. then again — this is hyunsu. he’s worth it, isn’t he? every time. her eyes find his again, with intention. hyunsu never gave up on her, and she’ll never give up on him. )

I want Hyunsu. You’re part of that. I just kissed you — don’t you think that means I like you?