He knew very little of the music industry here, but somehow being pulled in with Jennie got him researching what fans had to say about her in person, which all sounded quite sweet on the internet. She had a frosty stare to begin with but he’s certain the cursing was all his doing. When else, and to whom, could she possibly react like this to? Ryu doesn’t know what to make of this influence, except that it was strong and unflattering at least where witnessing it on a female was concerned. He never did consider Jennie much of one, and being greeted with this persona only fuelled that consistent thought.
“Well, I’m real. I’m not bleeding, but I’m real.” He holds his hands up in a fake surrender before landing one on the crown of her head, beginning to ruffle her hair. He’s far too relaxed for the mistreatment thrown on her side. It’s as if he wasn’t gone for months. As if he bothered to keep in contact with her when like most of the people who’d grown to care for him – she could never tell whether he was dead or not. It’s a sick game he likes to play on people apparently. Letting them guess how long he can keep himself alive. “It’s cute you think you’re my type. But yeah, work on that punch more and maybe I’ll actually feel like I deserve it.”
There’s a shift in the air. One she makes clear with the eye contact he no longer has with her, and he might’ve been concerned if he wasn’t too shocked at what she reveals to him. Forget Jisoo leaving the company when he hardly cared for what Jennie did in there, but Lucky getting with a girl? There had to be some form of blackmail or the Eiffel tower isn’t french after all. “Are you shitting me? From what I remember, that girl had some looks on her.” He’s in to fiercer beauties more but the whole statement was just bizarre to him. “Paste tense huh. How’d he mess up?” Like he didn’t have a couple of ideas already but it was always interesting to hear what Jennie had to say about Lucky. It seems he still gets a kick out of seeing her all riled up about either of them.
She sighs. Not because she’s frustrated. It’s in relief that he’s not bleeding. She hated his guts, that much was true, but in reality, she still cared and she didn’t want him harmed even though he’s probably used to it. Or maybe not? He was, maybe a bit skinnier this time, but he seemed a lot more tempered yet with the dark aura that stays and only grows. She can’t quite pinpoint what’s changed, but surely something has. The ruffling of her hair only earns a scrunch of her nose. She would complain having fixed her hair for hours, except she didn’t make that effort this time. “Good. I can’t afford a lawsuit right now.” she says calmly.
What follows doesn’t get much of a response. It was just the typical banter from back then. Stressed enough, she didn’t bother reciprocating much of what he’d said. It’s not like she’d want to be his type. A criminal who practically hits on everything that could be dressed on a skirt? She wasn’t a stuck up but she still has standards. That didn’t include a life on the fast lane and an endless back and forth of insults. “You don’t have to feel it. You just have to know. You’re not an idiot, are you?” and she’s expecting him to take that as a compliment.
“Yeah…” she mutters anxiously, rubbing her nape before letting out a long exasperated sigh. “Those looks are gone now,” she stares at the ground then back at him, as if waiting for a comeback that was meant to make her feel better about what bomb she’s about to drop. And finally she stops beating around the bush, “Dude, she’s dead. How’s that for messing up?” in fact, she didn’t exactly know how. When her friend broke it to her, she couldn’t ask any questions. She was there to give comfort, naturally she wouldn’t know. Now it was too late to look for clarifications. It shouldn’t have been that easy to say and it’s the first time she says it like that. But somehow breaking it to Yun felt easier. Maybe because death wasn’t anything of a big deal to him like it was for her.