So obviously Suji hadnât thought this through thoroughly before she attempted it: had seemed logical to just lift the rabbit cage up, with Park Jeong Su waiting in safety, tied to one of the poles of the fences that surrounded the garden, but that was past tense, because she had been proven wrong. In reality, her theory did not work as planned.
The floor of the little house-like home fell out once sheâd taken three steps in the direction she wished to take it. For a second or so, she hadnât really done anything. Just stood there, looking at the floor as it lay on the grass. Of course, nothing actually happened as a direct result of those minutes spent inert, but she hadnât honestly expected it to anyway.
So, once she had accepted her defeat, carefully put the cage down again, and walked over to Jeong Su where he sat in the shade, and then sat down with him in shame, she texted Jongdae. Heâd responded moments later, and after a brief, digital exchange, he had announced that he was on his way. Suji wasnât going to tell him to hurry up, because she didnât really have to and he was probably in a hurry anyways. Very ambitious.
She just sat there in the shade on her porch, the rabbit sniffling around in the grass just below where her legs touched the ground. Quite relaxing, quite defeatist. Her brother was out doing whatever, her dad was working, and her mom was either working or sleeping - she was of no help regardless. Hell, if she could fix this herself, she would. Luckily, she didnât have to try. But she would save her gratitude for when it was actually done.
Every time the sound of steps could be heard, she stood up, walked over to see if it was him but it never was. To be honest, if he had been there the first time sheâd heard the sound of walking and talking and whatnot outside, he would have had to travel at supersonic speed, which she knew for a fact that he was not capable. He had many advantages still, in spite of this obvious flaw. He was saving her from potential splinters just by agreeing to help, wasnât he?Â
Perhaps not as chivalrous as she thought he imagined himself to be, but still benevolent to some extent. She eventually stopped running like an excited dog after every sound she heard, and instead seated herself so that she was looking around the corner, waiting for him to make his way from the front of the house to the backyard. He would know she was there, and if he didnât he would surely come to the conclusion once he realized she wasnât elsewhere.
