“What?” he asks, whirling around.

Hendery jerks. “Huh?”

“You’re, like ‒ staring.”

“No, I’m not,” Hendery says, staring.

“Dude ‒ ” Yangyang thrusts a hand at him “ ‒ yes, you are!”

They make eye contact. A beat passes, and Hendery seems to realise that Yangyang has a point. He turns a delicate shade of pink and promptly slaps a hand over his eyes. After a moment, though, he peeks out between his fingers. Yangyang sighs.