Something Sooyoung also has in common with him, if not for the little book café she's spent the past few months in. She glances up at the stairs leading to her office at the mention, and maybe she has a sliver tucked away in her tsundere soul too, because she climbs up the steps and heads on over.
It's a tiny room, made more cramped by the stacks of paper littering the floor and the writing desk Cetina had given her, months ago. It's too big to try and bring back, that and Yoo Joonghyuk isn't around for her to bully him into carrying it for her. ...The thought makes her pause. As unattached as she is to this place, she still has memories. Kim Dokja holed up in a corner, taking refuge from the other customers. Yoo Joonghyuk looming over her shoulder, criticizing every other word on the page. The manuscript is still there, marked with neat notations in red. She'd thrown it in the trash after YJH edited it, annoyed at his interference.
She fishes it out, smoothing the crinkled pages. She can hear his sneer, sentimental, and for what?]
I don't want to hear that from a bastard who just up and left.
[But carrying on a conversation with the figment in her mind is a hobby she likes to indulge when she doesn't have anything else to do, which isn't what's happening at this moment. Sooyoung balls up the paper again and leaves it on the desk, exiting the office and heading down the stairs, where Eustace is sadly not in the BL section. She props one hand on her hip as she watches him work, then]
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Something Sooyoung also has in common with him, if not for the little book café she's spent the past few months in. She glances up at the stairs leading to her office at the mention, and maybe she has a sliver tucked away in her tsundere soul too, because she climbs up the steps and heads on over.
It's a tiny room, made more cramped by the stacks of paper littering the floor and the writing desk Cetina had given her, months ago. It's too big to try and bring back, that and Yoo Joonghyuk isn't around for her to bully him into carrying it for her. ...The thought makes her pause. As unattached as she is to this place, she still has memories. Kim Dokja holed up in a corner, taking refuge from the other customers. Yoo Joonghyuk looming over her shoulder, criticizing every other word on the page. The manuscript is still there, marked with neat notations in red. She'd thrown it in the trash after YJH edited it, annoyed at his interference.
She fishes it out, smoothing the crinkled pages. She can hear his sneer, sentimental, and for what?]
I don't want to hear that from a bastard who just up and left.
[But carrying on a conversation with the figment in her mind is a hobby she likes to indulge when she doesn't have anything else to do, which isn't what's happening at this moment. Sooyoung balls up the paper again and leaves it on the desk, exiting the office and heading down the stairs, where Eustace is sadly not in the BL section. She props one hand on her hip as she watches him work, then]
Maybe I should turn this place into a restaurant.