Cool as cucumber is not a thing that Sunny occupies his time attempting, and so his smile is bright and immediate. He's allowed. He's not DJ Kim. Mouth pressed in a thin, muppety smile, he curls his pinkie around Jae's in binding contractual agreement, tugging once.

"I'll find some fangirl stalkers to get your number off of," he agrees, dutifully, before bouncing to his feet. "I never ascended to that level, personally."