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It is on one of the rare occasions that Yoo Joonghyuk has returned to the party headquarters from his many hidden scenario grinds that Han Sooyoung monopolises his attention to rant to him about Yoo Sangah’s many faults. But why, of all people, would she pick the ill-tempered, intolerable Yoo Joonghyuk to rant to? Because everyone else in Kim Dokja’s Company is too blinded by Yoo Sangah’s superficial ‘perfection’ to notice her shortcomings and Yoo Joonghyuk is, unfortunately, the only person who is indifferent to Yoo Sangah’s ‘kind’ acts (because of course they are acts! No one is truly that genuinely nice!), leading to the current situation: Han Sooyoung leaning against the kitchen tower, waving her lemon lollipop around like a lunatic while Yoo Joonghyuk methodically peels potatoes with his sword.
‘She’s just so insufferable, you know? Like, how dare she be so perfect?’ At this point, Han Sooyoung starts gesticulating even more wildly and digressing into writer mode.
‘What’s up with her peerless beauty, unique among the entire star stream that could slap Aphrodite across the face thousands of times and still not be enough? Her warm topaz eyes, constantly glimmering with infinite benevolence or her ceaseless optimism, always encouraging others - I mean what is that bullshit? Who is she, God? And how she always smiles so kindly, offering to help people even if they’re bitchy or taking her for granted or have attitude issues like who does she think she is, helping everyone? Does she think she’s so important that everyone wants her help, hah?’
Han Sooyoung huffs angrily, crossing her arms. Being as cynical as she is, Han Sooyoung adamantly refuses to believe that a person as put together and faultless as Yoo Sangah exists - there must be something deep beneath the façade she presents to the world that is not as moral and proper as she appears to be. Taking in a deep breath, she continues her rant, ‘And her visuals! How is it possible for someone to be so gorgeous? Especially when she was wearing the chinese dress and garter belt! I hate to admit this but that rat bastard has good taste!’
Picturing Yoo Sangah in her mind wearing the outfit, Han Sooyoung feels her cheeks heat up in a blush. But why? Well, there is really only one viable conclusion - she must be so angry of already rich, privileged people (from what little she knows about Yoo Sangah’s past, she used to work in a high position at Kim Dokja’s company, her parents were probably the rich CEOs or something) also being effortlessly pretty that her cheeks are inflamed with the injustice of it! Then a loud crash sounds when Yoo Joonghyuk slams his fist against the kitchen counter, looking fed up with Han Sooyoung’s blabbering. Han Sooyoung feels disappointed. Could it be that even the emotionless Yoo Joonghyuk has been brainwashed by Yoo Sangah’s superficial ‘perfection’? But no - surprisingly, Yoo Joonghyuk chooses to display a rare moment of emotional and physical maturity, speaking a whole sentence like a civilised human (Wow! Such progress!) instead of grunting answers like he usually does. As if the shock of that wasn’t enough, the sentence that Yoo Joonghyuk proceeds to utter makes her choke on her candy.
‘Have you ever considered that maybe you are in love with Yoo Sangah.’
After recovering from her choking fit (no thanks to the idiot sunfish who just watches impassively) she splutters indignantly, ‘Of course not! Why would I-’
‘Then why do you look at her so intensely with your revolting heart eyes every time she walks into the same proximity as you.’ Yoo Joonghyuk states with such flat intonation that Han Sooyoung is momentarily caught off guard. But she recovers quickly, singing Sorry, I’m an anti-romantic as she smirks obnoxiously at Yoo Joonghyuk.
‘Seriously though, no way, there is zero possibility that I like her - the very suggestion is so offensive, do you persist to know nothing about me even after our three? Two? Four? Years of acquaintance? Anyway, don’t misunderstand. Those are definitely glares of extreme hatred, you know?’
Yoo Joonghyuk shakes his head in annoyance, turning back around to peel his potatoes like nothing has happened.
‘Also, you saying that is like comparing me to Kim Dokja staring at you like a lovesick idiot every time you walk near him and complaining to me about how he thinks that you hate him and his endless soliloquies of your strong jawline and thick eyebrows when he rants about his unrequited love towards you-’ Realising her unintentional reveal of Kim Dokja’s feelings, she slaps her hand over her mouth, stifling her laughter when she is treated to the delicious sight of Yoo Joonghyuk’s usually stony face switching quickly between every single colour and finally settling on a lurid puce as the veins on his temples bulge alarmingly, ticking away as he storms away to do… whatever emotionally constipated, lovesick, edgy idiots do, like carve statues of their loved ones and hide them in a cave, maybe? It doesn’t really matter, but what does is what she just lost… probably the rest of the delicate, lingering trust Kim Dokja still has for her.
God dammit, where will Han Sooyoung get her gossip from now?