#eirenika

Jaejoong couldn’t hide his surprise at the reaction as he sighed loudly in defeat. “We should get you a prince charming to kiss you and get your voice back. We wouldn’t want you to transform into foam." He made reference to the fairytale of the little mermaid, in hopes that it would maybe bring a chuckle or a soft smile to her lips.

With a gentle hand around her wrist, Jaejoong stopped the young girl from going away. “What happened, Irene?" His voice was soft, gentle with a trace of concern as he spoke

"So you can’t write either, miss Irene?" He looked up at her and got to his feet, holding out his hand and mimicking her gesture.

Jaejoong got up and walked away, only to come back short after with a block note and a pen, placing them in front of the younger. “If you can’t speak, can you write?"

Still confused -though understanding the subtle message… well maybe not so subtle- Jaejoong got up and walked over to the young girl, placing the blue marble in the palm of her hand before crouching down in front of her, to be at the same eye level as her. “Are you okay, dear?"

Jaejoong wouldn’t deny -or hide- his confussion when he saw the young lady knelt on the floor and saw the marble rolling towards him. He crouched down and picked it up, a soft smile on his lips as he looked over at the girl. “Hello there. What do I owe this unusual way of greeting, and yet very pleasant surprise?"

The bell rang, notifying the sleepy male of his first customer of the day. A large yawn escaped his lips before he turned around to greet whoever just came in the door. "Ah, welcome."