#qchu

"what are you doing?" her eyes meet the male's, the curious appeal rounding his eyes and pursing his lips. one that had jihyun's own features curling into a nonchalant smile and flutter of eyelashes to match.

"nothing." she replies instantly, turning off her phone as she presses her chin into the palm of her hand. it wouldn't take long before -- 

ping!

sunchun glances down at the alert that pops onto his phone's screen, decorating the lonely column of notifications.

jijunki mentioned you in a post.

the sight of the comment has the contemporary dancer furrowing his brows, dimples digging into his cheeks as he marks pink lips with a confused grin. an index finger rises to unlock the phone to see the post on his instagram app. the video plays, the background noise recognizable to jihyun as she listens from across the table. the woman from before long gone, her existence and disappearing still going unnoticed by the jealous blonde.

"ji--"

"that's what you get for ignoring me."

he laughs, staring at the screen for a moment longer before looking up. "i'm sorry."

"i know you are." her features soften before she points at the menu that the woman left on their table (sunchun had been talking to the waitress that entire time that they hadn't even ordered which ultimately concluded to jihyun's sour mood). "that's why you're paying for tonight's dinner."

"fine, i'll buy if i get a goodnight kiss." he crosses his arms, planting them at his edge of the table -- as if negotiating was actually an option. 

"i'll make sure to wake up domo later, fruity."

"i didn--" jihyun cuts him off immediately. 

"not gonna happen."

"then -- "