she waits for the punch line... you know, that one following sentence that will pass off this tragic comment as a joke?
for instance: 1) ha! you believed it? i was joking ; 2) the failed attempt to maintain a serious expression after a few seconds ; 3) i’m joking. i think you should really do...
yet neither option follows.
songyi is dumbstruck, gazing quizzically at the other. running away from one’s problems seems like lousy advice. not to mention, that is is the epitome of unhelpful. besides, do they not know her enough by now to know that she would never do such a thing?
sure, she might complain from time to time, use theatrics in a momentary tantrum... but to say that she should run away? absurd.
“are you being serious right now?” her eyes widen just the slightest bit as she truly believes this is the other’s solution to life’s problems. “is this really how you deal with problems?” would this explain many things in regards to them? yes, most definitely. will she say that out loud? nope. some things are better left unsaid, after all.
“you’re telling me that i should fix this team argument by... running away? seriously?”
continued from this, ft. ko songyi @solisocasum.
“of course not.” junso shakes his head, knowing full well he is being an unhelpful friend right now when his friend is torn apart by her dilemma. but since he is the youngest and most chaotic member of every group he has been in, it is rare for people to come to him for advice. when they do out of sheer desperation or downright stupidity, he likes to tease them a little for the poor decision making.
“buy food. bribe them with gifts. the simplest way is to offer your apologies, but aren’t you too stubborn for that or have you already tried?” the blond looks at songyi with a hand on his mellow cheek, his eyes narrowed from the possible scenarios of how that might not have worked out.
“for the record, i’m not that experienced in having people mad at me for long, i mean — just look at this face.” a shrug with a cheeky grin as he brings the half-emptied glass up to his lips again, gulping down another mouthful. almost done with his second bottle, some may say he has had enough. he likes to think he gives better advice when intoxicated, so he is only doing this for her sake.
yes, he is known for his ceaseless pranks and shenanigans, but no one takes offence for that long when he is only being his boyish self with those cute little cheeks and bright, endearing eyes. maybe it is different for others, but he is too used to getting away with things he shouldn’t have gotten away from by this point. some call him spoilt, they may be right.
“how did you mess up, hm? was it really that bad?” he asks before he chastises with a near motherly tone. “ah, what did i tell you about staying out of trouble?” he never did. he, for one, gets into trouble all the time — he just always manages to get out at the end of the day.