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Dinner is a more relaxed affair, seated across each other at the small dining table, and it's clear that Yunjin is keen on socialising, more so than you are. You’ve made sure to put in a little more effort into dinner, considering you’re serving a guest.

“You said you’d teach me how to use my hidden strength. I didn’t feel any stronger just now.”

“Of course. I didn’t teach you how to use your strength yet. I’ll teach you when I feel you need to learn how to use it.”

“And when will that be?” Yunjin gives you an expectant look. It’s cute, her puppy dog look.

“When I feel you need to learn how to use it,” You deadpan.

“Hmph. How is it even fair when you can use superstrength to spar against me?”

“I didn’t.”

“Then how did you know all your Kungfu anyway? You fought me like you were fighting a child.”

“I’ve been alive for eighty years. You’d need to get with the program to stay alive.”

“Yeah, but it was like, you knew every single fighting pattern ever created. You used some literal Kungfu.”

“I’ve trained my techniques across the world, yes,” You say honestly.

“That’s pretty cool. So you’ve like, been best friends with those Chinese Kungfu masters who train in the mountains.”

You can’t even try to be amused. You stare at her blankly, and she returns it. You count two seconds before your return to your food.

“What was it like? Travelling the world, I mean,” Yunjin says.

“Fun, considering half of that time I was being chased by secret agents, assassins and mercenaries.”

“Yeah, but you must have at least some fond memories in your life. Like before you became a supersoldier, you must have had some memories of a normal life,” Yunjin continues.

Yunjin really hits the mark with her words. You do have memories, a flood of them. Just thinking about them has you completely frozen, and there’s a long pause as you stare into yourself. Long enough that she has to nudge you out of it.

“What was it like?” Yunjin prompts gently, and you’re snapped out of your trance by her serene voice.

There's a long pause. “Like a normal life."

Unsatisfied, but seeming having realised that you won’t be telling her anything, Yunjin returns her attention back to her plate, leaving you two and the small, dingy room in a brooding silence where you can ruminate on forgotten memories.

The silence persists for the rest of dinner, up till you’re both ready for a journey out of the woods. You’ve walked up the bike you took to get here, and you get on in a swift, practised motion. You pass Yunjin a mask wordlessly, and as she puts it on, you break the silence that’s gone on for over an hour.

“Get on the back,” you say softly, and Yunjin clambers on. Awkwardly, you reach for her arms behind you, then wrap them around your torso. You didn’t mean anything by it, but you freeze a little at the physical contact, wonder if your actions were a little much.

“Hold on tight,” You tell her, “This isn’t the most comfortable of rides.”

Yunjin doesn’t respond, and you look back to check on her.

She’s staring again, with that unnerving look like she’s trying to see something past you. With a slow breath, you turn back and rev your bike, then send the two of you through the thick forest.

You consider yourself lucky that by the time you arrive at the nearest shopping mall, the majority of its stores are still open. Yunjin seems pleasantly surprised that you’d actually bring her to a shopping mall, but where else are you going to get clothes and your necessities?

You make sure to reel her in, though, before she gets too excited. You tell her that you will make the final decision on what clothes she gets to buy, and Yunjin gives you a disappointed frown. As revenge, of course, Yunjin seems to make it her mission to attempt to humour you as much as possible throughout your shopping trip.

Yunjin seems to find much enjoyment from picking just about everything inside the store and then having you vet her outfits one by one. Be it a shoulder-baring crop top, a goth-girl inspired black skinny jeans fit, or simply just an oversized tee, Yunjin seems determined to force a reaction out of you. It must be thirty minutes of you staring at the changing room door as Yunjin performs what can only be described as a runway show. You’re completely impassive to the whole thing, and you’ll never let it be known that you’re secretly amused.

“No,” You say, putting your foot down.

“Ugh, you’re so…rigid. I’m not allowed to have a normal life anymore after this. The least you could do is let me pick some nice outfits to wear while I’m being chased by assassins.”

You clear your throat to remind her that you’re still in a public space. You also sound your protest, but in the end, you relent in letting her choose her outfits. Yunjin did choose her outfits well. There’s this white dress, sleeved all the way to her wrists, not sexy in any way, but the way it matches her skin tone has you in a chokehold. Just hugs her figure, confirming what you thought the first time you saw her. That she takes care of herself well.

You end up choosing an outfit for her too, a completely jet-black turtleneck top and matching pants.

“What the hell is this?” Yunjin asks, scoffing.

“What else are you going to wear tomorrow when we’re going to visit your friends?” You respond.

Yunjin makes a disgusted face, but leaves it in the shopping cart. You still try to be a gentleman as best you can, so you take on the prestigious responsibility of being her trolley pusher and basket holder.

“Come on, don’t make me choose,” Yunjin beckons to you, arms balancing two crop tops identical in everything but colour in her hands, swaying them up and down like she’s a scale.

“White or green?” Yunjin tilts her chin down, looks at you through her thin eyelashes, urges you to make the decision for her. She’s forcing your hand.

Your eyes respond with a full rotation, but you tell her, “It doesn’t really matter. You’ll look beautiful no matter what you wear,” as Yunjin flushes, “but I like white more.”

“White it is then,” Yunjin decides, chewing on her bottom lip as she cutely dumps the top into your basket.

One thing leads to another, and eventually you’re led to the shop for attire more exclusive to women.

“What, don’t you need to decide what underwear I’m allowed to wear?” Yunjin jests playfully. Her eyes are so bright.

You let out a drawn-out breath of air, then turn your shopping cart and in the opposite direction.

“I’ll wait outside for you.”

Behind your back, Yunjin lets out a small giggle.

“Alright,” she tells you, her tone warm.

Yunjin’s adamant, adamant, to make conversation during the ride back.

“I genuinely do want to know, how was life back in the 20th century?” Yunjin asks.

You ponder how best to phrase such a dark period in history.