Jinah surveyed the stranger leaning on a rustic brick wall beside her with curious, careful eyes and a slight twist of her lips. Her gaze reflected uncertainty and wonder. He looked… vaguely familiar. Perhaps he was an actor? He looked well-dressed enough to be an entertainer of some sort. Nonetheless, she refrained from asking, reasoning that the poor man probably already had half a dozen too many fans barging into his personal life without knocking to enter first.
“…Ah. Yeah, I do,” she managed at last, fishing a crumpled half-empty pack from her bag. Jinah had remotely no idea if what she had was good, or half-decent, or complete trash. She’d leave that to him to figure out. “Not mine, though,” she added for good measure. “I keep it around for a friend. She goes bloody ballistic without them.”
Jinah handed the pack to the man and folded her arms, a small smile hinting on her scarlet lips. “Like her, I don’t suppose you’d be interested if I lectured you about how cigarettes devour your lifespan,” she murmured very matter-of-factly. “I’ll say this on behalf of Seoul’s female population, though. With that face, you should aim to live a longer life.”
A faint bubble of hysterical laughter escaped Jinah’s lips as she surveyed the hot mess sitting on the table in front of them. She glanced back at a scowling Sehun, who seemed to be on the verge of spontaneously combusting from annoyance, her eyes dancing with delight.
Oh, Jinah was amused. Jinah was very, very amused.
She sat up abruptly, swiftly twirling the metal spoon in between her fingers. “Well, a man never goes back on his word, no?” she announced, ladling up a generous serving of the hideous mixture of boxed mac ‘n’ cheese, ketchup, strawberry yoghurt and worcestershire sauce. “You lost the bet.” Her throat rumbled with laughter and her best impression of an airplane’s engine as she gingerly nudged the spoon against Sehun’s reluctant lips.
“Christmas came early. Now say ‘ah’.”
“Well, that’s a very nice thing to say to your guardian angel,” Jinah teased, mockingly gesturing to the length of her body. With a hand gingerly clutching a tiny plate of brownies just fresh out of the oven, and the other holding a piece to Teo’s lips, she shot him a pleading gaze, swaying slightly from side to side.
“Humor me for just this once, hmm? It’s my first time baking these, and besides, I did wash my hands earlier…” she muttered as she pushed the treat between his lips.
“…Or at least, I think I did,” Jinah finished with a sly grin, dusting stray crumbs off her hands as she sauntered back to the kitchen.