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A Critical Hit

Lisa looked away, his face like a lake that had been stirred by a breeze, rippling but quickly becoming calm once again.

He knew that sooner or later, this day would come, and he had been waiting for it.

He had been walking on eggshells during this period, but had weathered it without mishap. This was already the best situation that he could have hoped for.

The only thing he could do now was to wait.

Looking at his brother's expression, Jisoo couldn't help worrying about him.

His brother had almost used up his whole life's worth of endurance and restraint in the last few months. If something went wrong... he didn't dare imagine what he would be like then...

Since meeting Jennie, he had changed, and not just a little. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was a whole transformation. Jisoo really didn't want him to revert back to what he had been like before, or to become even scarier.

He had decided, he would go to the temple tomorrow to pray for his brother, and kneel for a longer period of time for him!

...

Jennie, who had said she wanted to memorize the plan, had been in bed for at least two hours.

Her mind was completely empty, and was completely clear of any thoughts she might have.

Whenever she encountered something extremely difficult to solve, she would relieve the pressure in such a way. When this way couldn't help, she could only choose a slightly more extreme method...

But it had been a long time since she had been bothered by something to this extent.

It was only when she saw on the wall clock that it was almost ten o'clock that Jennie got up, and spent an hour memorizing the data that Rosé had given her.

Her knowledge of lines that actors used was solid, so this was quite easy for her to memorize.

Only at this moment did she suddenly realize that Leo hadn't come looking for her the whole night, likely because Lisa had explained to Leo that she was busy.

After memorizing the data, Jennie was ready to check on Little Bun.

At the door to Little Bun's room, Jennie was sure he would be asleep already, so she straightaway opened the door quietly.

But when it was open a crack, she saw that the warm yellow bedside lamp was on.

She saw Little Bun leaning against the headboard, playing with a Rubik's cube with fixed, single-minded focus. Lisa was sitting on the edge of the bed, a hint of helplessness on his cold, hard face.

"It's ten fifty-four. In six minutes, it'll be eleven o'clock," said Lisa.

Meaning that it was already very late, it was time for bed.

As if he hadn't heard him, Little Bun continued to turn the cube in his hands, assembling it within seconds so that the colors on each face matched, before shuffling it and reassembling it again, in a repetitive and tireless process.

Lisa picked up the fairy tale book which Jennie had bought; it had a colorful drawing of a little rabbit and a wolf on the cover. Lisa asked expressionlessly: "Which story do you want to listen to?"

Little Bun finally lifted his head to look at him, but his eyes seemed somewhat disdainful...

Lisa pinched the skin between his eyebrows, then picked up The Prince.

Little Bun was dismissive.

Lisa picked up A Brief History of Time.

Little Bun was still uninterested.

Lisa finally gave up. Looking at his watch, his face began to darken. "It's eleven o'clock."

Noticing that Lisa was about to lose his temper, Jennie quickly coughed and knocked on the door. "Leo darling, aren't you asleep yet?"

As soon as she said the words, Little Bun, who had been as unmoving as a mountain on the bed, threw the Rubik's cube away and ran towards her like a little tornado. He clung to her leg and tilted his little head back, his big, expressive eyes blinking up at her.

Jennie clutched at her chest, as if she had suffered a critical hit.