apples to apples!
우성재.
however, he stops his cheeky attitude as soon as she mentions the scissors. so much for hoping things would go peaceful between the both of them. perhaps hoping for things not to go absolutely feral if it involved him and dabin was too far-fetched. “you are not getting that oily thing near my HAIR!” he shouts. “for your information, i WILL use the hair tie to tie my hair so if i see you with those pair of scissors that you probably stole from mrs. kim, you WILL be hearing from my lawyer.”
AND here’s the thingㅡdabin’s always found it difficult to make friends. ( maybe it’s the way she turns her nose up at the mere THOUGHT of spending time with somebody her age for longer than five minutes, maybe it’s her volatile temper and the way she’s quick to snap. either way, it’s a hard knock life for her. ) but there’s something about woo sungjae, the baffling, irritating way he grins at her like he’s been waiting for her the whole night, the way he responds to her tact with even more tact instead of getting offended like everybody usually does: she doesn’t pinpoint the exact moment she had thought ‘i’m keeping him’, but she decides to anyways.
suddenly, she wishes the apple she had shoved in her jacket pocket was back in her hand and aimed at the other’s forehead. she scowls, a crease forming between her eyebrows as she pulls an expression of pure, unadulterated disgust. “i can’t stand you,” she says, though the inevitable softness in her tone betrays her words. dabin sets him with a deadpanned look, mouth pursed when she reaches up and tugs on the ends of his hair. ( she likes it, really, and finds herself with an emotion strangely similar to fondness whenever she catches sight of it tied up when they get dinner together. )
she tuts, teeth gritted when she reaches upwards and flick him on the forehead. “look at you, look at you using imperatives with your noonaㅡ“ she’s six months older, “ㅡand giving her orders so shamelessly . . . you’re lucky i’m in a good mood.” even at this, she finds it difficult to not smile and instead kisses her teeth, shaking her head. dabin pounces, looping her arm around sungjae’s the second she sees space and begins dragging him towards some faraway table. “c’mon, dumbass, unless you want to starve.”
















