Short: Monocles and Tomatoes
Klein immediately recognized the action as completely out of character.
Kim Dokja never described Yoo Junghyuk as being able to smile.
Klein felt as if the handsome protagonist would suddenly reach into his pocket, and pull out a monocle, and put it on his face, and say, "What an interesting development!"
Klein, looking like Kim Dokja, and Yoo Junghyuk stared intensely at each other. Klein raised one hand, as if preparing to snap his fingers, the emptied plate and fork still in his other hand.
The protagonist's smile immediately disappeared, replaced by a sudden and stormy furrow of the man's dark eyebrows.
Nothing happened.
"Ah, Kim Dokja doesn't like tomatoes," Klein finally blurted. "Yoo Junghyuk, I am really not Kim Dokja. I'm his cousin."
"Kim Dokja," the man said as if he was done with his nonsense.
"See, this is the proof. I ate the tomatoes, after all."
"..."
Finally, Klein sighed and passed a hand over his face. His appearance rippled and changed like a magician's trick, settling on his original face.
Yoo Junghyuk immediately grabbed his sword.
Instinctively, Klein threw the plate at him.
Yoo Junghyuk sliced the plate.
It shattered into a hundred pieces.
Klein said quickly, "Ehm, do you want to see Kim Dokja? He's at the Syswitz Industrial complex."
Yoo Junghyuk froze.
Klein elaborated, some muddy memories arising, "Ah, now it's the Yoo Junghyuk complex. He talks about you a lot. Did you know? He's a fan. He would say, Yoo Junghyuk this, Yoo Junghyuk that, Yoo Junghyuk is the best, Yoo Junghyuk is the worst…"
"That guy…"
In the end, Klein still needed to snap to save himself.
… This love affair is a little dangerous, he lampooned.