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“Stupid bastard!”
“Damn idiot!”
“Shitty fool!”
All week, the reader, writer, and protagonist of Kim Dokja’s company have been at each other’s throats in this way, over some stupid disagreement.
Yoo Sangah turns the page of her book, trying to drown out their insults when it happens.
A localized blast rips through the room, bathing the other three in bright light. It’s loud and jarring, but nothing is damaged, just a few items scattered here and there.
“What was that explosion?”
The various members of kimcom rush in, expecting an attack. But Kim Dokja, Han Sooyoung, and Yoo Joonghyuk seem fine.
“Wait, I don’t think this was here before.”
Yoo Sangah picks up a mysterious piece of paper off the ground. It’s written in an unfamiliar language that she activates her skill to decipher.
“If you want to act like children, so be it. 24 hours each,” the paper reads.
No one is sure what that means. But everything seems fine, so whatever it was supposed to be must have backfired.
This is what they think, until the next day.
The next morning, a 10 year-old boy stands before Kim Dokja and Han Sooyoung. He’s unmistakably Yoo Joonghyuk, from the smaller versions of the man’s sleepwear to his angry pout on the boy’s face. The whole situation is absurd, how can the sunfish be a child? He’s never been a child before.
The sight makes Kim Dokja and Han Sooyoung want to laugh, but they hold back. Though it’s his first time being one, Yoo Joonghyuk is still a little kid, and when he looks up at them, he’s scared. So instead, they pull him into a hug.
Yoo Mia is the next kimcom member to discover this young version of her precious brother. She kneels down and comforts him in the same warm way he once did to her. It would be a cute moment between siblings if not for the uncertainty of Yoo Joonghyuk’s condition.
Luckily, Yoo Sangah does some research and finds that it’s a temporary affliction caused by a skill that turns someone back into a child for one day. Since the three were hit by the blast, they reason that each one will turn into a kid for a day and then they’ll be done with the whole ordeal. It’s not such a bad thing after all.
Han Sooyoung suggests they go to an amusement park. Yoo Joonghyuk never had a childhood, so why not give him a taste of one?
The next day, adult Yoo Joonghyuk wakes up to a new plushie in his bed. His inbox is full of photos. A picture of him with a cone of cotton candy bigger than his head, an ecstatic Yoo Mia carrying her older little brother, him and Lee Jihye wearing matching cat ears, etc. He’s tempted to just go back to sleep, but then he remembers that the other two fools are also due to become children.
Unlike Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja definitely had a childhood, one that taught him to be a timid little boy. Kimcom’s initial wave of affection intimidates the boy, who buries his head into Han Sooyoung’s hoodie.
Luckily, they warned Lee Sookyoung about the potential situation yesterday, so she’s already nearby. Young Kim Dokja is quite the mama’s boy. Wrapped in his mother’s arms, he gradually relaxes enough to interact with kimcom. He tells his mother that the women are “pretty like princesses,” while it’s clear that he’s slightly uncomfortable around the men.
They decide to take Kim Dokja to an arcade, one of his favorite places as a kid. Lee Sookyoung didn’t have enough money to take him there often back then, so why not spoil him now?
“Coins!”
“No, Dokja-yah. You use these coins to play games and win tickets, and you use the tickets for prizes.”
“Okay, tickets!”
Though he overcame his initial discomfort around the men of kimcom pretty quickly, Kim Dokja is still wary of Yoo Joonghyuk. That is until the man randomly hits the jackpot on a game—Han Sooyoung grumbles about protagonist luck—and donates his tickets to Kim Dokja.
“Really? You’re giving them to me?”
Yoo Joonghyuk nods.
Kim Dokja and Han Sooyoung both aren’t tall enough for the basketball game, so she balances him on her shoulders and together they’re a winning combination.
It’s a fun day, but kimcom knows their weekend isn’t over yet.
“We’re in for a whirlwind day tomorrow, aren’t we?”
Yoo Sangah can’t resist teasing Han Sooyoung a little.
“Tch. I was a well-behaved brat. Just put on the tv or something, it’ll be fine.”
The small crowd formed around Han Sooyoung’s door parts when they notice Kim Dokja. In the opening, he can see Yoo Joonghyuk kneeled next to the cutest little girl he has ever seen.
Legs dangling off of her bed, an even smaller than usual Han Sooyoung points to her laptop, insisting that something is wrong.
“I can’t find my lesson.”
Yoo Joonghyuk attempts to reason with her.
“It is Sunday. You don’t have a lesson on the weekend.”
“Yes, I do! My Sunday lesson. If I don’t do it, mother and father will be upset...”
“Your parents said you don’t have to do your lesson today.”
“...”
“...”
Han Sooyoung blinks up at Yoo Joonghyuk. “Am I— “ her voice drops to a whisper, “did you kidnap me?”
What is this situation? Kim Dokja supposes that a writer must have an active imagination, but isn’t this a bit too much? Well, he has an idea. It might not work with another child, but this is Han Sooyoung.
“We didn’t kidnap you, but you are correct, this isn’t your parent’s house.” Kim Dokja crosses the bedroom to kneel beside the little girl, opposite Yoo Joonghyuk. “This is the future.” He pulls out his phone and points to her adult counterpart in his lock-screen photo. It’s a photo of kimcom at an outdoor barbecue party, and Han Sooyoung’s grin stretches from ear to ear. “That’s you. Today you’ve turned back into a little girl. Don’t worry, it’s only for one day, so let’s have fun.”
A skeptical Han Sooyoung stares at the phone screen. The woman does look like her, even has the same mole under her eye, but still, this can’t be true, right? Magic isn’t real!
“You are thinking that this can’t be true, is that right?”
She nods.
Kim Dokja grins. “I thought you might say that.”
He takes a step back and activates his demon transformation before returning to his position by Han Sooyoung. She looks at him in awe and reaches out to touch one of his feathers.
“Do you believe him now?” Lee Jihye is the first to step forward from her spot at the door, followed by Jung Heewon and Yoo Sangah.
“Wow, you’re so cool,” a wide-eyed Han Sooyoung mutters at the three women before her.
Seriously? After he just transformed into a demon king? The fickle heart of a child.
“How sweet, our little Han Sooyoung thinks I’m cool,” Yoo Sangah coos. Her eyes light up with mischievous intent. “What about him,” she asks, pointing to Kim Dokja. “Is the demon king scary?”
Han Sooyoung studies Kim Dokja. For a moment it’s reminiscent of the adult Han Sooyoung.
“No, he’s not scary. He’s nice. A good demon king.”
Kim Dokja ignores the lump in his throat.
Jung Heewon points to Yoo Joonghyuk and asks, “what about this mean-looking guy down here?”
“Hey! Master isn’t scary,” Lee Jihye tries to object before she gets shushed.
“He isn’t mean, he’s nice too. His face is just stuck.” Han Sooyoung reaches out to press her finger in between Yoo Joonghyuk’s brows, which immediately relax. Kim Dokja wants to tease him, but Yoo Joonghyuk seems strangely pleased with her answer. Seriously, he may never fully understand that sunfish.
“In the future, am I a good person?”
First the weekend lessons, now this worry. What was Han Sooyoung doing at such a young age?
Kimcom quickly reassures her that she is very much a good person. Yoo Joonghyuk even calls her “one of the greatest people he has ever known.”
The bastard has a soft spot for kids, Kim Dokja remembers from WOS. He’s also great at winning them over. Too bad for Yoo Joonghyuk, Kim Dokja understands Han Sooyoung in a way no one else can. He decides to take charge of the conversation.
“Han Sooyoung, did you know that you are friends with a dragon?”
“Really? A real friend?”
“Yes! Do you want to meet him?”
“Yes!”
“We can invite him to an outdoor barbecue,” Yoo Joonghyuk cuts in, “just like in the photo.”
That asshole. But Yoo Joonghyuk isn’t done. “Before the barbecue, let’s make breakfast. Do you like fluffy pancakes?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want to help me make some for everyone?”
Han Sooyoung takes Yoo Joonghyuk’s extended hand and they walk off together with the rest of kimcom, introducing each member to her before heading off to the kitchen. The sneaky sunfish bastard. Kim Dokja has had those pancakes before. They were amazing but that was beside the point. No matter, he has something up his sleeve that is better than pancakes.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s definition of “help” is placing Han Sooyoung on the kitchen counter to watch him cook. She is fine with this. She has her own issues to ponder as Yoo Joonghyuk stirs the batter.
“Something is bothering you.” Yoo Joonghyuk has spent enough time with Han Sooyoung to tell when something is troubling her.
“You lied.”
“You can help stir.”
“Not that! About me being good.”
That’s...not an answer Yoo Joonghyuk expected. His hands still, and he moves the batter aside as he turns to face Han Sooyoung.
“Why do you think that I lied?”
“Because you said it.”
“I said that I lied?”
“Yes. You told me, the big me. You said it wasn’t true, that you just said it so a kid wouldn’t cry. I wasn’t gonna cry!”
Han Sooyoung knows it’s true. She isn’t sure how, but a million different versions of herself thought hard about it and told her.
Yoo Joonghyuk has an idea of what’s going on. Damn, the kid can use predictive plagiarism? He leans down so that he’s at eye level with her, hoping to convey the seriousness of his next words.
“I wasn’t lying. Your prediction has not happened, and I promise you, it won’t.”
Yoo Joonghyuk punctuates his statement with a nod, which Han Sooyoung reciprocates.
“What’s with this serious mood? Is this sooty bas—bad guy bothering you?”
Yoo Joonghyuk ignores Lee Gilyoung and resumes his cooking.
“No, he’s okay. Who are you?”
Lee Gilyoung, a late sleeper, missed the initial introductions. He puffs his chest and exclaims, “I’m your favorite kid!”
Han Sooyoung’s face pales. Hand to her heart, she asks, “I have children?”
Shin Yoosung pops up behind Lee Gilyoung and smacks him in the head. “Ignore him, no you don’t. Though if you did, he wouldn’t be your favorite. It would be—“
“—me,” Yoo Mia interrupts, “don’t forget I lived with her for two years.”
“Tch,” Lee Gilyoung retorts, “you didn’t even participate in the scenarios the first round!”
“And yet despite your head start, I am more powerful than you?”
A hint of a smile appears on Yoo Joonghyuk’s face before quickly disappearing into his usual expression.
“We are cooking. Bicker somewhere else.”
“No, you are cooking,” Shin Yoosung corrects, “which means she is free to come play with us outside.” She turns to Han Sooyoung. “What do you say? Do you want to come with us?”
“Ummmm...” Han Sooyoung looks up at Yoo Joonghyuk, who nods. “Okay!”
Lee Hyunsung joins the group outside, volunteering as the villain in their game. In the end, he captures their little heroine, lifting her up high and spinning her around as laughter echoes.
Lee Gilyoung calls some butterflies to put on a show as the group collapses onto the grass. Naturally, everyone else shows off their skills as well. Shin Yoosung calls the nearby animals for Han Sooyoung to pet, Lee Hyunsung shows off his steel exterior, but what really captures Han Sooyoung’s attention is when Yoo Mia pulls a massive lollipop from her mouth. Yoo Mia figured something like this might happen, and one thing she learned from Han Sooyoung is to know your audience.
“Really? A lollipop? Even though I had butterflies...”
Jung Heewon peeks her head out from the sliding doors and announces that breakfast is ready. The pancakes are the tastiest Han Sooyoung has ever had, and when she says as much the entire room can feel the rise of Yoo Joonghyuk’s ego. Soon, the plates are cleared, and a restless Han Sooyoung fidgets in her seat. For the moment she’s alone, as everyone else is preoccupied with preparing for the day’s outing. Kim Dokja slides into the seat beside her, ready to enact his plan.
She agrees to go on a surprise adventure with him, though she seems confused when he brings her to the backyard rather than to a car.
“We won’t be taking a car today. I have a better method of transportation.” Kim Dokja activates his demon transformation and stretches his wings. He’s satisfied with her awed face once his words sink in.
“We’re going to fly?”
“That’s right.”
With Han Sooyoung secured in his arms, Kim Dokja takes off. He goes slowly at first. The little girl only hesitantly peeks out from where her face is shoved in his neck and Kim Dokja does not want to scare her lest she accidentally strangles him. But eventually, she grows comfortable, “ooh-ing” and “ah-ing” at the aerial view of the industrial complex.
“You see those buildings over there? That’s the university where you work as a professor.”
“I’m a teacher?!?”
“Professor. Do you not like it?”
“It’s boring!”
“You teach about webnovels. It is because you are a famous webnovel author.”
“Now that’s cool! I’m famous? Really?”
“Yes, your novels are popular.”
It’s not a lie. Han Sooyoung is a famous author. But Kim Dokja doesn’t have the heart to tell this kid the true reason she’s famous is that she’s a killer. The girl that clings to him is full of bright smiles, canine teeth poking out as she throws her arms back and yells in excitement. He doesn’t want to burden her with thoughts of her future, of their future. How in some ways, she’ll die for him, and in others, she’ll live for him too.
Kim Dokja descends until the grass crunches under his shoes. There’s a small patch of forest he likes to frequent when Shin Yoosung is practicing her beast-taming. It’s quiet, surrounded by trees, and the flowers are currently in bloom. Kim Dokja shoves his troublesome thoughts to the back of his mind and turns his attention to Han Sooyoung, hoping she hasn’t noticed. But she’s a bright kid, and instead of marveling at the forest, she stares squarely at Kim Dokja.
“Why are you sad?” she asks.
“What do you mean? I’m not sad.”
“Yes, you are.”
Kim Dokja flashes Han Sooyoung his best smile. “No, I’m not. See?”
“...why are you smiling even if you are sad? You should just scream. Like this!”
Han Sooyoung throws her arms behind her and lets out a giant scream.
“See? Now you try.”
“I am not going to do that.”
“Why not? Don’t pretend you are too cool. You should just scream. You’ll feel better, it’s fun.”
Hah, it seems like this particular topic isn’t going away unless he gives in.
“Okay, fine. Like this? Ahhhhh?”
“No? Are you even trying?” Han Sooyoung demonstrates a proper scream once more.
“Hmmm, I see. So, like this? AHHHHHHH!”
“No!!!!! Like THIS!” Han Sooyoung inhales for emphasis. “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
“Ah, I think I get it now. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
They go back and forth, screaming and giggling until Kim Dokja’s throat starts to itch.
Once they settle down, he realizes that he does feel a lot better. Even as a kid Han Sooyoung was more suited to life than he is.
“Hey, demon ajusshi? How come you’re the only one with wings?”
“I’m not. You have them too you know?”
“Really? Am I a demon too?”
“Not quite.”
“An angel?!?”
“No. You’re— “
“Wait! Let me guess.”
Han Sooyoung closes her eyes and returns to the room full of mini copies of herself. They’re all thinking really hard about the problem.
[What else flies?]
[A bird?]
[Maybe.]
[A plane?]
[No, then we’d be a robot.]
[A fairy!]
[Those wings would be too small for us.]
Ah! She has it!
“Dragon wings? Do I have dragon wings?”
“Yes, you do.”
It’s impressive that she can still use predictive plagiarism in this state. Neither he nor Yoo Joonghyuk thought to test their abilities.
“That’s so cool! I wish I could fly right now!”
Since Han Sooyoung can use predictive plagiarism, it’s possible she can use her other abilities as well.
“You could try? Like you used your ability just now, try to release your wings.”
Han Sooyoung again closes her eyes and thinks about dragon wings. It’s easier than she thinks, and a small pair of black wings sprout from her back.
“I did it!”
She rises in the air before her wings give out and she plops back down. Undeterred, she insists on flying back by herself.
“How about this, we can fly together while you hold my hand. When you get tired, I’ll carry you.”
“I won’t get tired!”
“It’s hypothetical.”
“I won’t!”
She does, just a few minutes in. She must really be tired, as she falls asleep curled against his chest. Perhaps he is tired as well, as he flies slower than usual, enjoying the sight before him. He only speeds up when Yoo Joonghyuk shoots him a message via midday tryst.
“Hurry up, fool.”
By the time Han Sooyoung opens her sleepy eyes, they’re back at the kimcom household. The other companions are packed and ready for their outdoor barbecue.
“We can take the limo,” Yoo Sangah announces. She feels a small tug on her pant leg.
“You have a limo, unnie?” Han Sooyoung looks up at her with wide, sparkling eyes.
Somewhere in the background, Kim Dokja scoffs. They just flew across the industrial complex, and she’s impressed by a limo?
“I do. Would you like to sit next to me?”
“Yes!”
Han Sooyoung fidgets in her seat
“Are you a movie star or something?”
Yoo Sangah ponders the question.
“In a way, I suppose.”
“I’m an author, right? Did you ever make a movie from one of my books?”
“Technically, yes.”
“Wow.” Han Sooyoung’s voice drops to a whisper, “I wonder if mother ever acted in my movie.”
Yoo Sangah drops her voice to match Han Sooyoung’s, “oh? Your mother was an actress? Any movies I may have heard of?”
Han Sooyoung whispers a few titles in her ear which makes Yoo Sangah gasp.
“Really? You never told me about your mother.”
“That’s because it’s a secret.”
Han Sooyoung presses her finger to her lips, “shhhh.”
“You must have ridden in lots of limos then,” Yoo Sangah whispers.
Han Sooyoung shakes her head.
“Unnie, I’m the secret.”
There was something like this in the novel Han Sooyoung wrote. Yoo Sangah hoped it was a case of famous parents trying to protect their child from that fame. It seems that is not the case.
“Sooyoung-ah, want me to tell you a secret? You see that guy over there?”
Yoo Sangah jerks her thumb at Kim Dokja, and Han Sooyoung nods.
“Look at this picture.”
“It’s a statue of him?”
“Yes, but look beside that statue.”
“It’s a statue...of a squid?”
“That’s also a statue of him.”
“You mean he turns into a squid?”
“He does.”
“He’s a silly demon king.”
Han Sooyoung pauses, a new worry on her mind.
“Does this mean he’d be mad at me if I eat squid?”
“Hm? He wouldn’t be mad at you, he’s your biggest fan.”
“Really?!?”
“Yes. He loves your novels.”
Wow. Even demons read her work?
“Okay good. Because I like eating squid.”
“Do you also like barbecue meat?”
“Yes!”
“Good. We’re almost at the park, so listen closely. I’ll tell you how to get the most grilled meat today.”
At the park, Han Sooyoung tugs on Yoo Joonghyuk’s pant leg to get the man’s attention.
“Oppa, I’m hungry, can I have some meat please?”
She holds out her plate and widens her eyes as Yoo Sangah instructed.
For a moment she thinks the technique failed, as Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t respond, but then he loads her plate with meat, making everyone else wait.
Han Sooyoung carefully balances her full plate as she decides where to sit. There’s space open next to one of the women from her room earlier. She has black and white hair and infinity tattoos that crawl up her skin. Little Han Sooyoung thinks that this unnie is the coolest person she’s ever seen.
Jung Heewon notices her staring and pats the empty seat.
“Do you want to sit next to me?”
Han Sooyoung nods and climbs onto the bench. Now she has a better view of the tattoos that litter Jung Heewon’s skin.
“Do you like my tattoos?”
“Yes! Can I touch them? Please?”
“Sure,” Jung Heewon extends her arm towards the curious girl. This development isn’t bad, the girl is adorable and at this rate, tomorrow’s Han Sooyoung will burst from embarrassment.
“They’re really pretty.”
“Thanks, kid. You know, you also have a tattoo in the future.”
“Me too?!? Really? Ahem, I mean, I like tattoos. But I can’t get them.”
“Why not?”
“My parents don’t like tattoos. They say tattoos are for delinquents and gangsters.”
“Ah, our little Sooyoung-ah is a good girl that obeys her parents.”
It’s shocking, Jung Heewon always thought Han Sooyoung would have been a trouble maker.
“Hey! Not always!”
Han Sooyoung deliberates with the other versions of herself in her head.
[We try our best to be good!]
A resounding chorus of [Yeah!] rings out.
[But even if we do our lessons and act polite, they never praise us.]
[...sometimes we do bad things. Like the time we said stupid? They don’t even notice!]
All the little Han Sooyoungs nod in agreement. They did say stupid, and nothing happened!
[Why do we do whatever our parents say?]
[Yeah, they don’t even talk to us. I bet they don’t know what our favorite color is this month.]
[You think?]
[I know.]
Han Sooyoung comes to a decision.
“My parents don’t like me. So I’m gonna get a tattoo!”
If they don’t care about her, why should she try so hard to please them?
Jung Heewon, not prepared for this, searches around for another adult nearby to help with this turn of events. Preferably someone with a brain, like Yoo Sangah.
Unfortunately, everyone else is lined up by the grill. Everyone, except for Lee Jihye sitting directly across from them, who definitely heard Han Sooyoung’s outburst. Jung Heewon hopes the human firecracker keeps her mouth shut, but no such luck.
“Hah? Your parents don’t like you?”
“Yeah. They only show up on the weekends and they don’t know my favorite color.”
“Well, they’re shit parents. You’re a great kid, they should be proud. Fuck your parents!”
“Yeah, Han Sooyoung echoes, “fu— “
“No!”
Jung Heewon hastily covers Han Sooyoung’s mouth with her hand. Lee Jihye was doing well up until that last part!
“She’s a child” Jung Heewon hisses.
“Oh yeah, uh, how about this. Say ‘my parents are smelly!’”
“But my parents don’t smell?”
Han Sooyoung doesn’t understand.
“Are you sure? Do they ever hug you?”
“...no.”
“See? It’s because they smell bad.”
Han Sooyoung gasps.
“You’re right! My parents are smelly!”
It makes so much sense, why else would they not hug her? The other Han Sooyoungs agree.
This satisfies Lee Jihye, who moves on to her next task.
“Now we’re going to get you that tattoo. Unnie, you help her decide what she wants. I’ll get some markers from Yoo Mia’s mouth.”
Lee Jihye jogs off towards Yoo Mia, and Han Sooyoung turns back to Jung Heewon.
“What tattoo should I get?”
“Hm, you should get something cool. You can put it on your forearm where everyone can see it.”
“Then I’ll get a demon king! That’s cool, right?”
Jung Heewon does want moments that she can tease the adult Han Sooyoung about later, but this is too much. For the sake of Han Sooyoung’s pride, she suggests a dragon tattoo instead.
“Dragons are the coolest, you see. And you are part dragon too, you know?”
“Oh yeah, my wings, right?”
Han Sooyoung releases her wings once more. Jung Heewon subtly snaps a picture on her phone. Adorable.
When Lee Jihye returns, she draws a large black dragon on Han Sooyoung’s forearm as promised.
“All done! Pretty cool, right? What do you think?”
It’s an impressive tattoo, but Han Sooyoung thinks it’s missing something.
“Can you add sparkles in the dragon’s eye? And put a heart around its head?”
“Sure, there you go.”
“Yay! Thank you!”
“No problem, kid. Remember what I told you about your parents!”
“My parents are smelly!”
“Good!”
From behind them, Kim Dokja asks, “what’s going on here?”
“My parents smell bad so unnie gave me a tattoo. See?”
Han Sooyoung holds her arm out so Kim Dokja can see it. He seems to have walked into a strange situation. The teenage boy beside him examines the tattoo.
“A dragon, huh? Sweet. Why does it look like that?”
He gestures to the sparkles and the heart.
Han Sooyoung explains, “he looked mad before. But now he’s a happy dragon.”
The boy smiles.
“Did you hear that? My incarnation cares about the feelings of dragons. Very cool.”
Kim Dokja rolls his eyes. All this time and the Abysmal Black Flame Dragon is still an idiot. He crouches down next to Han Sooyoung and introduces her to the constellation.
“Huh? But he’s not a dragon, he’s just a teenager.”
“I’m definitely a dragon, little kid. I came in this form so I wouldn’t scare you.”
“Why don’t you transform, and show her your true form?”
“Eh? You know I can’t do that. If my fans find out I’m here...”
“Why not? We’re not in the main part of the city and there’s no one around. I doubt your fans know you’re here.”
That the dragon even has fans baffles Kim Dokja. He’s heard the kid rap, too much teen angst.
“Alright, alright. For my little incarnation.”
The Black Flame Dragon releases his true form in an empty clearing. Kim Dokja notes the way Han Sooyoung’s eyes widen and her mouth falls open. Success.
“Do you want to go over there and talk to him?”
Han Sooyoung slowly nods but makes no move to approach the dragon.
“Are you scared?”
“No!”
...she’s definitely Han Sooyoung.
“I want to talk to the dragon too. Want to go together?”
“...okay.”
Han Sooyoung hops off the bench and takes his outstretched hand. Together, they walk over to play with the dragon.
After a bit, Yoo Joonghyuk demands they return. He points to Han Sooyoung’s untouched plate of food.
“Let her eat.”
Kim Dokja reluctantly returns to his own seat as Yoo Joonghyuk teaches Han Sooyoung how to make the perfect barbecue wrap.
What a sight the three make. Just a few days ago they were at each other’s throats but now they are like this. This development is a welcome one, as they were insufferable all last week. Yoo Sangah smiles to herself, it seems her little revenge worked.