myungsook stepped back from the dude groaning on the floor, wringing out her right hand a few times to shake the pain out of it. 

"what the ," the dude gasped, muffled through his hands cradling his bloody nose, his friends staring in dumb shock.

myungsook laughed, a pretty tinkling sound, and stepped back into sungya snaking an arm around her waist from behind. 

"not bad. i’m pretty ," she whispers into myungsook’s ear, grinning at the sight of the unfortunate guy who’d tried to get a little too friendly with myungsook on the dance floor. myungsook was mostly sweetness and light until someone made her mad, and then what came next was generally a whole lot of regret. not on myungsook’s part, though - sungya kind of loved her for it. 

myungsook straightened her dress and daintily stepped over the guy’s legs, her favourite black heels narrowly missing causing him even more pain.

"me too," she said, looking back at sungya, dark eyes twinkling.

sungya grinned, taking her hand and carefully entwining their fingers together.