Chapter 9: Cape-less Hero Junsoo Honolulu
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I withdrew my hands from his, and averted my eyes from him to the ground.
"Okay, sorry. You start, then?" Junsoo spoke and looked at me. I cleared my throat professionally, and leaned forward, as if I was explaining something crucial in a random interview, and said, "If I look like a burnt omelette, then aren't you an eggplant with a fungal infection?"
He frowned, and I giggled, so he said, "Not funny."
"C'mon, it was funny."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"I said no!"
"I said yes!"
The entire restaurant turned to look at us.
"Okay, let's not fight," I suggested.
"Yeah, right," he agreed, vehemently nodding his head.
SiLeNcE.
"So, what do you wanna talk about?" I asked him.
"Unicorns?"
"Wait, what?"
"I like unicorns," he proudly admitted, and I arched my eyebrows.
"What? They're sexy!" he argued, and I widened my eyes and turned to Namjoon's number on my speed dial. He saw that and stopped me, "Okay, okay, not unicorns. Let's talk about you."
"Me?" I dramatically kept a hand on my chest.
He happily nodded, "Yeah, like, uh, the way you have silky brown hair, and uh, your face, which resembles an eggless omelette-"
"Say that I'm an omelette again and you'll lose your arm."
"Fine, not an omelette, but maybe a squishy tomato?"
"Your English teacher must hate you for your skills at describing things."
"Hey! How did you know that!?" he looked genuinely surprised, and I could picture Namjoon snickering at me for making me go on this awful date.
"No, no, wait, let's talk about you," I suggested again.
"What about me: the cape-less hero?" he expanded his chest and raised his eyebrows.
"Cape-less hero?"
"That's what I call myself: the Cape-less Hero Junsoo Honolulu."
"Why-why Honolulu?"
"The name's cool."
My head was hurting by now. I mean, let Namjoon out lose to find a date for me and he comes back with the weirdest in a bunch. Seriously, Taehyung was golden as compared the Cape-less Hero Junso Honolulu.
"Do you have a little sister?" he asked me out of the blues.
"No, how about you?"
"Yeah, she's five and she loves My Little Pony!" he cooed, "she looks so cute when she tries to sing along with Elsa from Frozen, that one movie I adore."
"Seriously, now, what are you?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, perplexed.
"Alien? Weirdo? Seagull? What are you?" I went berserk by this time, and stood up and walked out of the restaurant, with him calling behind me, "Lisa! Lizzy-baby! Wait!"
Lizzy baby? He didn't just call me that.
I turned around and snapped, pointing my finger at him and walking towards him fiercely, and he stepped back, and I said, "Listen, you Elsa from Arendelle, just don't call me baby or anything because let's face it - we're never meeting again."
"So this is goodbye, then?" he sadly asked, and I nodded, trying to ignore his puppy eyes. Could I ignore my weakness, after all?
"How about a kiss before we go?" he made a kissy face.
I took out my phone from my pocket immediately and feigned talking, "Hello, mom? Yes, I'll be back..."
"Way to make for the heartbreaker I am..." I muttered to myself , sighing.
And I walked off like the fab person I am.
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