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Han Sooyoung sat across a whole coffee table from him, but Kim Dokja could sense she was fighting the urge to close the distance to strangle him. Yikes. Not a good sign. He was only into that when Yoo Joonghyuk did it and, even then , he wasn’t all that into exhibitionism. This was a public cafe after all. As a preemptive measure, he slightly leaned away, until his back pressed against faux leather. Han Sooyoung’s eyes narrowed.
“You’re telling me you fell out of your window in the morning because you were bird watching —”
“There’s a lot of interesting, um, winged creatures flitting around in the morning—”
“—And then, Yoo Joonghyuk jumped after you from the balcony and caught you—”
“My heart nearly stopped, let me tell you, and it wasn’t because I was going to die—”
“—And landed on the ground, with you in his arms, unharmed ?”
“Not a scratch!” Kim Dokja took a long slurp of his coffee, in the exact way he knew annoyed Han Sooyoung.
She sighed. “And this isn’t … it doesn’t strike you as odd?”
“Well, I mean, it’s Yoo Joonghyuk , if anyone could do that, it’s him,” Kim Dokja said. He really didn’t know why she was making such a big deal out of this.
Han Sooyoung sighed again, unclenching her fists to grab a pastry. “Kim Dokja. You two live on the fifth floor.”
“Yeah I know, I walk up there everyday, it’s very annoying—”
“Kim Dokja.” She placed her sugar coated hands on his shoulders(gross) and stared at him, direct eye contact and all, in the way that used to intimidate him before he was subjected to one of Yoo Joonghyuk’s scowls. “No one can jump from that high up and land without at least a few broken bones. Not to mention, even though the balcony is next to the window you were ‘bird watching’ from, it’s still far enough that it’s nigh impossible to catch you after jumping off from there.”
Kim Dokja stared back into Han Sooyoung’s dark(as her soul) eyes. “I can’t believe you just used the word ‘nigh’ in a sentence. Are you trying to get into roleplay, talking like some archaic wig-headed American president? I don’t think this is the place for that.”
“You said ‘winged creatures’ instead of birds, you really can’t talk,” Han Sooyoung said.
Touch é .
He gingerly lifted her hands from his shoulders and let it drop onto the table. “Listen. I get what you’re trying to say.”
“I really don’t think you do,” Han Sooyoung said, sipping her coffee, “but okay, I’m listening.”
“But! Does it matter how he did it?”
“Well. I’m glad that you have someone to catch you the next time you fall out of a window ogling a hot guy—”
“I was bird-watching !”
Han Sooyoung narrowed her eyes. Kim Dokja deflated, looking shamefully down at his coffee.
“Anyways, I’m glad that I don’t have to go visit your flattened ass in a hospital, but I think that you should, you know, talk it out with him. Communication is key. And maybe read that book on mythology I got you for Christmas.”
“I did read it actually, it was very interesting and very irrelevant to this conversation.”
Han Sooyoung rolled her eyes. “Go home, Dokja. Go home and talk to him.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Now.”
Kim Dokja sighed. This was going to be a long day.