He doesn’t know what to make of this reunion. He’d almost forgotten how strangely animal-like she is and he’s starting to think he could be the reason for that, as crazy as it sounds. He hasn’t felt connected to anyone to even contemplate getting angry about their return. But then she mentions a birthday, and a bunch of holidays he was probably out killing someone on that he almost feels guilty for ever leaving. Life was a hell of a lot easier playing student here in Korea, and Ryu, no matter how proud, was real enough to admit that.
“Sarcasm aside, you’re not hurting shit with that kinda punch.” And it’s a statement of concern because she was small and easy to handle. Quirking a brow at the stranger she pointed at, he falls further in to a laugh which was much too easy to trigger given his sleepless, verging-on-psychotic state. “You were never great at keeping your eyes off me. And no, actually. I kinda forgot to celebrate those.” On the topic of her birthday though he wonders if he’d still be in the country by then. Not to mention he has no idea when that date actually is, and he’d probably earn a second punch just for asking something he knew. Or did. “What’s up though? You still in lesbians with that girl from your company or did you finally feel sorry for Lucky’s ass? I’m not judging. Just behind on gossip.”
She remembers just how hostile she was in the presence of Yun along with his best friend, who was another asshole, but mainly Yun and she wouldn’t have noticed until someone pointed out the profanities she’d spew whenever she was around the guy. It was a relief she hadn’t been in such a state for quite sometime, and it felt long enough that she couldn’t remember the last time she cursed. But it didn’t mean she wasn’t trying to sleep at night, or the break of dawn, without peace in her mind.
Besides the fact she woke up with nightmares, she would wonder how he was and if he still was indeed alive. And maybe it was far-fetched but the idea that he was hard to kill was the only thing that kept her faith that they’d somehow bump into each other, whether it’s in Korea or in Japan. It was a silly thought, she thinks. Who would feel secure with the idea of a criminal, a yakuza heir to be lingering around and threatening lives? Again, crazier things have happened.
Lips purse over his statement as eyes trail back to her fist once more. She made no effort to dispute it because she never was into physically brutal behavior and she’d tried avoiding even learning self-defense just to keep from developing a tendency. “Look, I’m a singer. Not a fighter. I was just trying to see if… you were real,” her voice fades and words turn into mumbles. “and you deserved that. You know you do. I’ll just have to practice and do better next time.” Or maybe that weird counterpart of hers could do the job for her. “You mean the other way around?” she makes a ‘tsk’ sound that’s followed by another roll of her eyes, arms crossing over her chest.
Then silence ensues, fills the vicinity void of words and only the wind invariably blowing. She could have thought it would come to this because the first thing asked during reunions were how the person was and how everyone else they knew together have been doing in the time of leave. “She’s not in the company anymore…” and it was true, just very vague and her solemn expression changes at the mention of another person’s name, one that which she couldn’t even say herself. “I would judge myself if that ever happened, like I was judging the girl I was apparently in lesbians with.” she says in a low voice, words emphasized. And with how cryptic the words were spilling, she would have punched her instead if she were in his position.