ābut being a busan standard is not enough anymore, is it?ā the menu wasnāt interesting anymore as sangmi slowly moved to turn so she she could eye bongki. Ā if you took busan and made it into a person, sangmi would swear the individual would be like a clone of the one sitting in front of her. Ā āyou have to think bigger, since this isnāt busan. be a seoul gentleman,ā she shrugged, keeping a humorous tone in her voice. she knew she was pushing it. āyou canāt just be stuck on busan forever,ā she breathed out quietly, not sure if he heard her or not. the girl didnāt want to sound depressed about it. though, it wasnāt something that could not have been helped. even if busan had mostly negative associations in her book, it was her home. it was a place where her heart was at. āthatās why my dialect is so good, iām not stuck on home.ā the girl ended her thought, offering a smile that didnāt quite reach her eyes. it seemed like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else. it made mi clear her throat awkwardly as her eyes avoided eye contack, wandering around the cafe.Ā āuntil i hear busan dialect. then itās like something explodes in me, i canāt keep it in.ā her eyes stayed focused on that one scratch on the table, fingers finding their way to it. she stayed quiet for a couple of moments, collecting her thoughts.Ā
āanywayā¦. i hope i am one of the members of heaven you actually like because if not, iām not sure why iām here,ā a smile had already found her way onto her face as she wiggled her brows up and down, expecting a satisfying response before gently hitting the table with her hand. ātiramisu it is. wait a little bit,ā with that the sound of a chair pushing against the floor had erupted in the cafe. luckily, no one cared enough to frown at the noise and sangmi reached the counter without worrying that someone might look at her the wrong way. though, the barista certainly did, as they glared at her when she forgot to turn off the switch of her busan dialect while ordering. that made her throw an annoyed look over her shoulder at bongki before coming back to the table. Ā āyouāre eating tiramisu and i am eating banana pudding because apparently every pastry here is trying to kill me.ā sangmi informed, the unmistakable annoyance in her voice evident to the point it hurt.Ā
ā being busan standard has gotten me this far sangmi-ah.ā yeah, bongki was a bit defensive - after all, it was the only thing that remained constant throughout his turbulent childhood. but, he understood where his friend was coming from. after all, there were some things that should be left in the sunny port town he called home for most of his life.Ā ā would you tell me how exactly to be a seoul gentlemen?" he teased, though he couldn't help but let his lips drop at the other's words. there was a reason their relationship didn't move past the blind date ( which he didn't mind, he had found jaehyun and he was happier than he could of ever though he could be ) but, they were too alike and too different in various ways. Ā and hearing her speak about busan he couldn't understand how someone could easily forget it. " hey now, people love it when i speak in dialect,Ā they think it's charming." he pauses, smiling at his friend across from him. " come on, your fans aren't itching for you to use that aegyo in your dialect." he teases, as he shakes his shoulder. " they don't want you to say oppa-yah! while hitting their arm ?" obviously, bongki was exaggerating but you could never know with idol fans.
ā of course, iām a part of your fan club - everyday i write about how much i would love to kiss the ground you walk on.Ā ā he utters with a short laugh. before raising his own eyebrow at the youngerās expression.Ā ā ah alright mi, be back soon iāll be lonely.ā his eyes following the idol as his fingers tapping against the surface of the table. before being caught off guard at the annoyed expression sangmi sent him as she ordered at the counter, only being able to give his friend a rather sheepish expression.Ā ā he wants to kill you ?ā he repeated, his eyes going back to the counter.Ā ā does he need help ?ā before realizing perhaps the mood wasnāt the best for joking around. bongki winces for a moment before sighing as he turned his attention towards sangmi. ā Ā why would he want to kill you ? youāve only been in the cafe for like three minutes.ā