“Take care, y’hear?” she murmured, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Trust me, I’ve seen how my coworkers fret over EXO – you do not want to make the fangirls, or me for that matter, worried, hmm? I’ll send up a bit of soup over to your place tomorrow.”
“I’m trying, noona, I’m trying. I really am.” he pursed his lips and went to fix his hair after she had ruffled it. “Don’t they always worry about us though? Except for, you know, those strange people who are up to no good.” he shrugged. “Ah, don’t worry, noona, I’ll be fine. Are you gonna cook the soup yourself?” he blinked curiously.
“The sasaengs, you mean? Maybe noona’ll gift you a new home security system for Christmas,” she grinned. “Yeah, in fact I will. Why? Afraid that I’m a sasaeng in disguise and I’ll try to poison you?” she teased, stifling a laugh. “On a more serious note though, I saw videos of you looking awfully tired during an awards ceremony the other day – or was it because you ate too much again?”