Seongji handed you one of the freshly made tanghulu's, making sure to blow at it a few times so it doesn't burn you, a precaution he always takes, before he continued making more.

But you, you hit the tanghulu on your knee, the impact breaking the hard sugar layer over the apple, small pieces almost falling off. But before that could happen, you took one piece, mumbling, "he loves me..", and then eating it.

Taking another piece of it, "he loves me not..", eating that aswell. "He loves me..? He loves me not.. he loves m-", and so, you continued. Making Seongji pause his actions, staring at you in confusion, if you looked close enough, you're sure you'd see a few question marks floating over his head.