The Spring Ball

| Chapter 3

" Dokja what is on your mind?"

"I think we are kept here for too long." Kim Dokja was too direct with his thoughts.

"I agree," Yoo Joonghyuk and Yoo Sangha said together. There was an electric spark as their eyes meet. Why is everybody a rival?
 
Kim Dokja ignored and continued. " They should check the invitation list for the total number of guests, it's not like Ballroom allows late arrivals. "

"They started doing it"

"Yup, they are doing it."

This time thunder strikes the table as Sangha and Joonghyuk silently clench their teeth. Maybe Dokja should just shut up.

"Joonghyuk can you not," Hyunsung said in disapproval. In all this Han Sooyoung was having the most fun.

"God, how did you guys agree to be each other partner in the last week's Ball?" she said while snickering.  She elaborated further. " last week they went together to another banquet and fought like cats and dogs. Then they both crashed on the refreshment table spooking all oldies sitting around them."

"Joonghyuk! You said your partner was a nut job!" Hyunsung exclaimed. " However, Sangha is the most elegant-"

" A nut job? Me? What do you think about yourself, you crackhead? You were covered in that punch as much I was." Sangha's eyes flared as she was about to drop a bomb. "While standing up he slipped on the pudding and landed flat on his butt. He...he farted!"

It was the last straw for both Sooyoung and Joonghyuk. Sooyoung in a hysterical state dropped from the chair wailing her arms like a dying woman as she couldn't stop laughing. Unexpected Dokja choked on his saliva and a giggle escaped his lips.

Joonghyuk's stare blazed death, "While leaving at least I wasnt attacked by the security dog. The poor animal thought it captured a witch, but it was you with your nest-like hair. "

"Please I can't breath!" Sooyoung arms curled around her. There were gathering attention now, so they lowered their voices.

"You got stood up by your date again! " Sangha whispered.

"Your date is interested in anything but you!"

Kim Dokja said an inaudible: Hey!

Hyunsumg had enough because he was suffering too but he didn't complain. He slammed his hand on the table for silence. " Enough! My date left for her work! Dokja is being very nice to his date. Joonghyuk I prefer you keep quiet."

"Your date left?" Dokja asked before he could stop himself. Since when was he so nosy.

"She works in the Imperial Guard, so she was called on duty on her off day."

A servant approached Han Sooyoung and whispered something in her ears. She quickly stood and fixed her dress. To everyone's surprise, Joonghyuk went on his knees to straighten the gown from below. Han Sooyoung grinned, kissed his lips, and went off.

"She is my date," Yoo Joonghyuk cleared the air.

"Half the evening she was with us," Sangha sassed.

"Half the evening he didn't say much to you," Yoo Joonghyuk pointed at Dokja.

"I talk less, Mr. Yoo."

"Attention, madame, and gentlemen, " Han Sooyoung was in the center of the ballroom. "Guests are allowed to leave as Imperial guards guide them. They will check on your invitation card. Proceed slowly. I hope we can all cooperate and help as much to catch the culprit of the kingdom who dared to harm our King and Queen. For regnum and God."