ridiculous. he hadn’t made a single pinky promise since his eleventh birthday. what was the use of them, anyway? a promise is a promise all the same no matter how you seal it – he’s only ever used it to show his parents he cared about something particularly much. and that’s what he saw it as – a method for parents to give their children a feeling of sincerity and safety. but eunbyul wasn’t a child anymore, wasn’t it time for her to grow up?
“ first of all – rude. second of all, you can’t hate me; i’m getting you a dog, you’re automatically obliged to love and support everything i do, ” flashing her a grin, he pointedly ignored her movement, deciding to let the theft slide ( just this once; he was feeling generous ).
godfather? what does that role even mean? his own died long before minsook’s infant mind could register it, so the only information he knew was from harry potter; oh no, he didn’t have to go to prison for over ten years, did he? was that a common thing for all godfathers around the world? if so, he would gladly pass the noble title to someone else – anyone else, really.
a full minute later he was still stabbing his ice cream with the spoon, mind completely out of there, unaware of the frown he was sporting. “ does a dog even need a godfather? i don’t wanna go to jail, ” it was his turn to act childishly then; he was hoping his quiet voice and a pout would be enough to get out of the situation. it didn’t even cross his mind that she might not be able to understand what he was talking about – another ugly tendency of his.
if there was one thing she liked—besides getting things for free—it was when people were upfront with her when she didn’t. sometimes she bargained, but normally, eunbyul didn’t care enough to lose a top over questionable deals. as long as she got something out of it, she was as happy as a clam. when someone was straight with her with what they wanted, though, both of them were better off for it. trying to decode what they did or didn’t want was a hassle that could’ve easily been avoided in the first place. so minsook’s comment—about what her obligations to him were—only made her smile. “that’s right, you’re getting me a dog, not getting me into vet school.” she stuck her tongue out and flung an empty candy wrapper at him, “a dog only gets you ninety-eight percent of my love and support. the other two percent of the time, i hate you.”
now busying herself with finishing the dessert, the next time she looked up from her strawberry-caramel concoction is when minsook spoke again and, spoon in her mouth, eunbyul made a muffled ( surprised ) noise at the sight that welcomed her back into the conversation. was he.... pouting? between the two of them, she easily pegged herself as the cuter one ( no question about it )—and she still thought so, to be honest—but there was something about seeing him, someone who was usually so composed, like—well, like that.
“why would you go to jail?” did minsook watch the godfather one too many times or something? she tried ( really tried ) not to snort at the image of her companion in a suit, sat in front of her and stroking a cat. strangely enough, it suited him. “anyway, if you somehow did for being the worst godfather in the history of godfathers, i promised i’d break you out if you ever got arrested, remember?”
