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The Cake Journey || Boa & Juni

pandoraboa:

Yet another sigh slipped past her lips. Her chin was now resting over a small mountain of books she had built from her reference manuals, while one was open on her head, creating a pointed hat of some sorts. She had written multiple messages to her friend and yet, no response had been sent back to her, and a full minute had already passed by. Maybe Juni was simply busy? And yet, she knew from her brief comments about Seoul that the Japanese woman hadn’t exactly spent that much time out of her home, unless it was to head to the tea shop or to purchase her groceries. So, Boa thought, that it was perfectly fair of her to assume that she was home alone.

Then what could possibly explain this unresponsiveness? Was she doing this deliberately? Was she ignoring her on purpose? Was this how she viewed their friendship? Something one-sided that had been forced upon her? Did the shop owner truly feel obliged to share her number with this over-bearing client? Was that flurry of texts just that very proof of her being way too pushy?

No. Boa wasn’t allowed to force such a character onto Juni. If anything, even though she had sent an apology in one of her messages for the sudden intrusion, the massive activity pouring into her friend’s phone probably left her even more speechless than her muteness made her unable to speak.

Suddenly, the long-awaited – no more than five minutes – response made it through her cell, making it vibrate and causing Boa to jump lightly. Lost in her messy thoughts, she had to physically attempt to scatter them away by shaking her head vigorously. There was some sort of anxiousness building up right in the instant leading up to reading the sent message.

However, it crumbled at the speed of light when the preview of the message was enough for her to read its entirety. She had been sent a single lonely word. Boa really had no clue as to what she could’ve expected more from Juni. Overwhelming excitement wasn’t a reaction known to her.

A simple smile adorned her lips and she chuckled lightly, but just enough to make her book-hat fall to the ground. A side glance to her fallen ally confirmed that the pages hadn’t been damaged and her irises went back to the pink background.

[text sent to Juni-Tea]: Cool! Do you want to make one now? I can meet you in front of your shop!

[text sent to Juni-Tea]: Or tomorrow? It’s like 9:36PM…

It was very unusual. To have someone contacting you out of office hours, to have another person to interact with other than your adoptive parents on the phone. Her contact list was rather small, minuscule even. She didn’t see anything wrong about having barely five numbers saved on her device.

It was worrisome to her mother though. Every day, without fail, she would advise her to go out more often than just for work. Shopping for the bare necessities didn’t seem to count as an outing. A stroll on her own didn’t pass either. Juni must be accompanied or else it was pointless.

She understood, somehow. Her mother feared for loneliness to devour her whole. Her lack of human interactions would handicap her in the future. Already, her current condition wasn’t the greatest. But did the petite female care? Not really. Why? She wouldn’t know better than the treatment she received so far. Everything became a routine, a pattern that ensued serenity.

Nonetheless, her small universe required its barriers to shed in order to welcome novelty. A new country, a new environment and new people. Boa was among the ones she met frequently at the store and surely the first to message her. A pleasant surprise, it would probably be what her mom would define it. However, the disagreement expressed on her daughter’s face, panic slowly draining the color from her skin, definitely said otherwise.

Was her answer decent? Lengthwise, it was questionable. Juni wouldn’t know any better. If she didn’t answer on time, it would be even worse. She did reply to her question. Although the idea of spending time outside with someone with a purpose other than purely business frightened her. The tea shop owner remained hidden underneath her blanket for a while longer, unable to peek out even once to check her phone.

No, no and no! Why did she have to endure the agony of waiting? She must have messed up. She should have given a better reply. What could have been a better reply? Besides, she didn’t refuse the proposition, so it was a good thing, right? Did she make her wait for too long? Did she go to sleep? If that was the case, Juni wouldn’t be able to… not until she was certain she didn’t fail miserably.

An inaudible noise came along her jump when the phone signaled a new set of messaged sent to her. With shaky fingers, she tapped away her reply.

[ ✉ → Kwon Boa ] It’s not late. I do want a cake too. We can meet there, yes. See you later.

#pandoraboa #p. the cake journey #{ 2 tears only }#{ = u = }

sunlitsinners

Pâtisseries || Juni & Tae

sunlitsinners

“She’ll be out in a moment.”

The employee turned away from him to attend to his other tasks, leaving Taehyung to resume scrutinizing the interior decoration from a client’s point of view. The man that just finished speaking to him punctuated his last statement with a nod towards a door seemingly leading to their storage room. He concluded the woman he was inquiring about was probably behind that very door, but how the employee knew she’d walk out the door without having alerted her of his presence was an interesting question.

9:00PM came around soon after, and, as it was predicted, Juni made an appearance, immediately noticing his own presence on the other side of the counter.

And then, she stared. And he stared back at her, withstanding the weight of her curiosity.

Taehyung didn’t pay attention as to how long this exchange of gazes lasted, nor how many times the other employees looked confusingly at the pair. The way she looked at him with a ridiculous amount of brightness in her eyes should’ve thrown him off guard. But she adverted her eyes from his first, and he followed them to look at a tablet, most likely to be the one used for communication purposes.

That was his cue to start putting up his act of ignorance. After all, he was just a man who had been told by a friend that a baking partnership would be an opportunity to pursue. He wasn’t a man who knew far too much about a woman.

Once the words she had written to him had been read, his eyes made their way from her writing to her face, and then back, and up again. “Huh,” Taehyung simply huffed out, as if he realized something crucial.

“When Boa noona explained why she’d been asking me so many recipes, she failed to mention my potential partner– like partnership partner, not partner partner, was mute. Not that it’s a problem, really. It suits your whole cutie drinking and selling tea image.”

He took the liberty to sit down on a stool, facing her. He propped up his elbows on the counter, palms of his hands up to rest his chin on them. “So you’re Juni the cutie, and I’m Kim Taehyung. You’ve been baking my recipes with Boa noona for the past few months.” The baker wrapped up his presentation by flashing her a gummy smile.

junbilation

Juni had always been out of the norms, out of the ordinary. Several nicknames were attributed to her: the quiet girl, the shy girl, the innocent girl, etc. People weren’t so keen to go beyond the image she reflected upon her rare appearances with her adoptive parents. What was the point of bringing her to socialize with an impatient crowd? No one would continue a discussion with her after a quick exchange, revealing her mutism.

It seemed like she wasn’t the only one to stand out in their own way. The male’s big ears became an aspect of importance, so much that she judged irrelevant his identity and his purpose for entering her tea shop.

Were his ears always that big? Was his hair dyed? Juni wouldn’t encounter many with colorful hair or unique facial features. Then again, when did she have the courage to get out of her several hiding places? Not so often.

Monkey. That word repeated on its own in her mind. He was a monkey, a humanoid one. Many names caught her attention, preventing her from returning to reality. Would a Pokemon describe him more? Or maybe should she look further in the Disney movies? King Louie? No. Flunkey might be a good match— No, he was a small monkey. This young man was taller than her. Ah, but monkeys are usually smaller than her. Perhaps one that isn’t so tiny would do the trick—a colorful one, maybe?

Ah—

Great, she trailed off again. How long had it been? Did she make him wait for too long? Her introduction happened a while ago. Surely, her incompetence must have stood out when she daydreamed. Her posture shrunk a bit, her shoulders stiff and her eyes wide open.

Her hands held the tablet firmly. Her thoughts possibly obstructed the flow of information she needed to pay attention to, but they didn’t completely. Juni the cutie? That was a first. Was that a compliment even? Why would a stranger say such a thing? Was it a good sign? A bad one? How was she even supposed to answer to that? Did she need to thank him? It would be impolite to not react…

❛ Boa-ssi? ❜ The name appeared abruptly in front of him, her move miscalculated since she stretched her arms too far. Juni almost hit him even. ❛ Your recipes? Ah… the cakes are delicious. Thank you. ❜

She nodded a few times once he was done reading. At least, she did say thank you. That was what mattered after being unresponsive for too long.

#gluttonytae #p. pâtisseries #{ SHE'S NOT DONE WITH THE MONKEYS }#{ I CAN'T }#{ btw... 26 tears? WHOOPS??? }#{ :'D }

@xnchanted ( ... ):

Irene looked at the tablet in shock. The two had been playing a small game of something like ‘20 questions’ but it hadn’t really advanced to anything more than ‘where are you from?’and ‘what’s your favorite color?’. The two had met through mutual friends, finding a weird fascination in each other. Well, at least Irene had found a fascination in the other; she wasn’t quite sure about Juni.

She stared at the question again, wondering how she would answer this one. It was true; family was one of the most important things to Irene. In fact, she would probably die for her family, but that was another story.

She stuttered for a bit, wondering how she would put her words together. Irene thought back to the accident, and then to when she had to leave France, and all the events leading to that.

With a sigh, Irene finally began to speak. “I guess, everything that’s happened… I just kind of cherish everything I have in the moment I have it, you know? Because everything that you have can disappear in the blink of an eye.”

To form friendships with others of her kind wasn’t Juni’s specialty. Hers only involved tea and avoidance-- people remained walking mysteries she wouldn’t want to understand, no matter how often her adoptive mother encouraged her to. There was an urgent need for her inner circle to expand. As a tea shop owner, contacts were essential to a proper growth of her family’s company.

Friends introduced her to a girl seemingly close to her age. She was pretty, just like a flower, but one that would be seen during the winter. The comparison was the result of a few glances. She didn’t dare look at the other for too long, her head constantly lowered. It was rude and uncalled for, right? She shouldn't be doing that, obviously. The eyes must be focused on something else.

It was a record though. She hadn’t written a lame excuse to escape from the situation yet. Not everyone had the patience to wait for her answers.

Her tablet flipped for a moment. Her previous message transformed to a new one.

❛ Tell me. What is a family exactly? ❜

#xnchanted #.interactions #{ gurl-- i can match it dont worry LOL }

sunlitsinners

Pâtisseries || Juni & Tae

The tea shop Boa noona told him about was modest in every sense of the word. It had this traditional vibe to it, like it came straight from Japan. The exterior wasn’t extravagant and, as he stepped inside the small establishment, his eyes canvased his surroundings, taking in the just as simple interior design. It looked nothing like the big chains à la Starbucks. It was probably its uniqueness that attracted people’s attention, slowly becoming more and more popular. Some of its clientele was also part of the crowd that used to hang around the previous owner’s coffee shop.

Of course, Taehyung already knew all of this from looking into the shop’s history, its current owner’s and its previous one.

And also from stalking Juni. But the hunter preferred calling it surveillance. After all, it was what made him good at what he was doing now and then. Plus, he didn’t like people that tend to have their nose in his stuff. This woman was far from that type of person.

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junbilation

It was a glance of the clock that made the tea shop owner come out from her hideout. The usual time, every single time. Almost like a groundhog, an employee would say at the sight of their boss coming in each day without failing once into maneuvering herself right into the storage room. She was shyer than most people, the workers believed, or simply quieter since she couldn’t speak. None never truly confessed their theories to her as they knew they had it easy working in such a nonchalant environment.

Confined within four little walls and stacks of unopened merchandise coming from various countries notorious for their tea leaves and loyalty towards the company, Juni ensured to exit the storage room unharmed. Not just herself, but the stocks as well. She only brought her tablet on top of a box containing the necessities. A few shelves needed to be filled before the shop’s closure. An hour remained. One painfully unwanted hour, its countdown already started with every step she made.

#p. pâtisseries #{ 3 words less }#{ u v u }#{ also... yes... she compared him to various monkeys-- }#gluttonytae

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The Cake Journey || Boa & Juni

[text sent to Juni-Tea]: My tattoo artist jokingly wrote to me saying that I should bake twenty cakes for him and his twin sister.

The fingers tapping on the cellphone stopped forming sentences to hover over the single button on the well-lit screen that would be able to send the message’s content to the intended contact. Juni-Tea. Boa smiled because this was the first message she was sending to the tea shop owner and because she had found a suitable nickname to store her in her phone. The screen momentarily passed from its current state to its black and locked self before its owner beckoned it awake once more by swiping her password over a background of Bee and Puppycat.

[text sent to Juni-Tea]: I don’t think he believes that I can cook nor that I can bake twenty different cakes.

The woman felt that, instead of waiting for her friend to respond, she’d send a flurry of messages to explain the goal she needed to accomplish within the next 20 weeks. She also felt that baking a cake every week was a reasonable project, but also, that if she was making herself bake 20 cakes, that she could do it with someone to accompany her throughout the whole project.

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junbilation

Her safe haven wasn’t proportionate to her adoptive parents’ wealth. It was too quaint, too simple, too small, but also very descriptive to how its owner was. She was not much of a vibrant person, not much of a daredevil or any of that sort. She was rather recluse since her young age, which could be seen as a plague by many. Nonetheless, she couldn’t be bothered by it.

She had only grown in an isolated environment, overprotected, underestimated, but that wouldn’t really matter. Her limited knowledge was her only defense after all.

A faint cloud of smoke arose from the warm tea she had made after another stressful day at work. Over a year passed and still, Juni had many unresolved fears and doubts, all of them being unnecessary or even ridiculous to anyone’s eyes. Even with a routine, she reminded unsettled, often locked in the storage room rather than in the shop.

But it was all over now. The rest of the night would be spent with her stuffed Totoro on her lap and her cup of tea nearby, all curled up in a blanket, as she resumed her marathon of Card Captor Sakura.

#pandoraboa #p. the cake journey #{ 2 WORDS LESS THAN YOU }#{ WOOT }

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#.solace

junbilation

☙ Mutual Taste :: Juni & Boa

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Her neighbors were convinced she’d bring harm to them and their parents and children if they let her use their washing machine twice a week. Even though the newcomer tried to bargain for a small load of laundry once a week, they cast her away. At least, when Boa screamed back at the door that closed in front of her nose, they shouted the local laundromat’s address.

Time passed by slowly at the laundromat, but 3DS games and books helped her ease herself in the uncomfortable benches. But within the first three days of boxes and boredom, she had already read through the three Hunger Games and grieved quite enough over how the series had ended. The library was the second logical place to visit because, if she knew something about herself, it was that she could grow increasingly bored over the course of a few hours.

Oh Boa knew it was a mistake. Putting herself in a library would prompt her to borrow an exorbitant amount of Korean books. Usually, more than half would feed her guilty pleasure and the rest for developing her knowledge of Korean culture and idioms. But with her washing machine finally installed, she needed a new place to hang out at.

She found solace in background noise when reading. Despite people discussing about their troubles, her brain would shut it all out to concentrate on the worlds taking shape in her mind. Coffee shops had been her go-to back in Canada and France, but she was now in Asia, where tea shops would be at their most authentic.

It took a little while to find this sweet little haven with Juni at its helm. After the first raised eyebrow at the owner’s silence, she found out that conversations were just as pleasant when they could connect through pixelated words and rapid napkin scribbling. However, she noticed that even if these were the only times where she would require to communicate through writing, she had more confidence in her words than the younger woman, who hesitated a lot in the choosing of her sentences.

Once again, her swift pen glided across a napkin she picked up near the cash register. ‘Good evening, Juni. It’s the end of a long week for me. How about you?’

And then, just as fast as her introduction was written, Boa turned the paper around to add other characters to the previous ones. ‘Can I have some black tea today? I have this thick manual to translate for next week.’ As Juni’s eyes stopped at the end of the blue ink’s message, the translator lifted a book to draw attention to it. The hard cover seemed to wrap around roughly 150 pages of written content.

junbilation

People weren’t all so kind, that was what her adoptive mother speculated after adorning her face with lipstick prints. Juni wasn’t used to contact. Any type of contact in fact. Being showered with affection only allowed a bigger distance to be made, her mind shut momentarily as her body tensed up, turning herself into a status almost.

People wouldn’t be so welcomed and helpful to someone like her, her adoptive father would shout in irritation as his patience grew thin. The few words she meant to say were left obstructing her vocal chords. Rarely were they used and whenever there was an occasion to do otherwise, her nerves would always kick in. Ah yes, people wouldn’t be so keen to her need for time when even her second parental figure couldn’t stand investing some to his mute daughter.

People wouldn’t be so understanding to her limits and exceptions, she was reminded through a phone call as she was settling the merchandise in the tea shop with employees constantly staring at her, waiting for a word to be uttered. Alas, her lips were sealed despite sounds being made here and there. Staying mute became her bypass to the cruel world she decided to face alone.

#pandoraboa #p. mutual taste #{ ten tears-- }#{ I managed to cut a bit to that OTL }#{ by the way I couldn't keep the cut with your reply }#{ because tumblr effed up when I drafted your reply so I had to copy and paste it-- }#{ I dunno what happened... }#{ :/ }

☙ Astray :: Juni & Himchan

Adjustments were harder than expected. Adults were told the child needed time as her past caused speech to be unused, much to the deception of the adoptive parents. Whatever happened prior to her being found severely injured in Japan remained a mystery and one no one dared to unfold for the sake of the little girl’s sanity.

Juni seemed to do well though. After a few weeks of treatments and a few others of rehabilitation, she was allowed to head home. It was a mansion to the six-year-old. A traditional Japanese house with many rooms, extending near a forest. Cohabitation with nature was a necessity as her father believed that the making of tea should be done in a serene environment rather than a polluted one.

Her new home itself was a place filled with adventures she was allowed to take with a few conditions whatsoever. Nonetheless, her interest for them faded once lectures were imposed on her, restraining her to one room where homework should be done. It soon transferred to the tall greens surrounding the house, the wind and the other intriguing sounds of nature inviting her to venture the area.

She did. Quite often in fact. She allocated her free time to the forest, where tiny wild creatures greeted her and kept her company. Juni promised to not wander too far, to return home right before being called for supper-- this time, she should have payed attention to her surroundings.

It wasn’t her fault. The squirrel scurried away before she could make her greeting. It usually wouldn’t run off from her too. After a while of running and almost tripping on several occasions, the chase was deemed a failure. ❝ C-Come back, friend... ❞ Her voice barely passed through the heavy pants. The child then fell on the pile of leaves, shifting gazes being made in all directions.

❝ Friend... where are you? ❞

#zephyrxs #{ ... I should specialize myself in novellas if this continues-- }#{ BUT SORRY DEAR IT TOOK FOREVER }#p. astray

Finally back!

#.typist

vartouhix:

Vartouhi shivered under her umbrella. It was really too cold to be wandering out in the rain. But she had promised herself that she would cook more often, desperate to learn to cook Earth dishes, and so here she was, trekking to the grocery store. There were convenience stores closer to where she lived, but they had such low-quality produce; she didn’t approve.

It was a bit dark, given the afternoon was close to falling into evening. The rain clouds blocked out the sun, as well, so the light sources were mostly artificial. She blinked curiously as she noticed a circle of light reflected onto a bench she was about to walk past. The princess turned her head in the opposite direction of it, finding a girl holding a mirror… Her brows furrowed in confusion. It wasn’t too strange to see women carrying mirrors. Vartouhi had quickly found out Seoul is a city of vanity, and some were vain enough to carry ornate hand-mirrors with them in their purses, rather than practical compact mirrors.

But was strange, was the fact that she was holding it with the glass facing away. Vartouhi brushed the oddness off as her being bored waiting for the rain to pass. Perhaps she was reflecting the light to entertain herself, she thought. So she walked on, directly into line with the girl’s mirror, with every intention to continue her trip.

Her reflexes were to be overestimated. She hadn’t done much physical activities in the past. She wasn’t one to be seen outdoors, enjoying any sports or hobbies requiring endurance, stamina and what else that she lacked so miserably. But when panic ran through her veins, pulsed her heart to pound at an inexplicable rate and instructed her mind to prepare her body to flee rather than fight, she was one great runner.

Not only was she excellent to avoid any uncomfortable situation, Juni could also tell when danger was near—although that could be doubted since she had the tendencies to fear mostly anything.

Yes, she had irrational, illogical conceptions of many elements consisting life. However, she knew that the moment the female crossed paths with her mirror, she had to remove it rapidly.

She hadn’t done that before. The consequences to prematurely removing the instrument before the transfer was complete were unknown to her. Perhaps it hadn’t even started if she was quick enough, but her mirror behaved oddly as warmth was felt momentarily, shaking within her grasp.

The petite was then quick on her two feet. Despite the rain falling, she had to ensure the stranger was fine.

She almost dropped her phone at her attempt to take it out while running towards the other. Her jittery fingers weren’t even helpful to her situation. Or maybe, as they would clearly represent her panic through her words on the screen.

❛ Aareoyu okay?! ❜

#vartouhix #.interactions #{ I sincerely apologize for the lack of response-- }#{ you can simply ignore it if you wish }

krisanthemvm:

@junbilance

Oftentimes Anthem felt as though people were staring at him. Not because he was good looking or anything, (he felt he was handsome, but nothing to stare at) but usually it was because people were making some sort of commentary about his height. Something which he thought was pretty normal. Something others tended to think was out of the ordinary. Almost as if some of the people he knew were confused as to what their own heights were.

However, this time, it wasn’t just a feeling. As he turned his head, there stood a petite young woman. She was definitely staring. From time to time. Her eyes were shifting back and forth, but every so once in awhile her gaze settled upon the prince. It almost made him want to laugh. There was definite air of uncertainty about her. He should probably find out why.

“May I help you?” He turned, holding a book he had been looking at close to his chest.

To be caught staring was probably the worst situation she could have been put in at several occasions. Sure, it was an exaggeration to any common individual, but it wasn’t to the young lady who genuinely preferred evasion rather than invasion.

Juni didn’t mean to be this close to the stranger. She didn’t mean to intrude his personal space. The intention wasn’t there to begin with, but she didn’t seem to comprehend that she wasn’t unintentionally doing that either. The distance she abruptly placed in between them was descriptive to how much she needed for her own comfort—and perhaps a bit too far for the male to read her words once she scribbled them on a notepad, her eyes aiming at anything else, but his face.

❛ There is this book that I would like to take… and you happened to be standing right in front of it... My apologies, but would… would it be fine for you to… move a bit? ❜

#krisanthemvm #.interactions #{ it is~ c: }#{ and I'm sorry that it took a while ;; }#{ actually I am so so so so sorry that this took months }#{ OTL }#{ you can ignore the thread if you want }

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#.solace

For @mmemooney!

❝ Boss, there’s a customer that we can’t real-- I mean, that require better assistance. ❞ Her eyes closed shut for a moment, her nose scrunched up. She disliked impromptu interruptions. She also didn’t appreciate the idea of stepping out of the storage room earlier than usual, but since it involved a potential purchase to be done, she would have to gather her courage and make her adoptive parents proud of her achievements.

But before exiting the room, she pushed the documents on the employee’s chest. The front page was left with a small note. ❛ What did I say about calling me a boss?! ❜

She was already gone by the time he could reply to her. Courage was fickle with the female. It almost vanished when she noticed the amount of people visiting the shop at this time of the day. As long as she was taking care of only one customer, that wouldn’t be too stressful, right?

It didn’t take her long to find the one she was assigned to help. With a gentle tap of the shoulder, she bowed at her before showing her tablet. ❛ I apologize for the wait. Is there something I may help you with? ❜

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For @krisanthemvm!

Sometimes, Juni would remain perplexed at several aspects of life-- actually, that would be almost all the time. She was rather simple-minded for a girl who lived mostly in her traditional Japanese house where all the necessities were at her reach. There was almost no need to get out for her, but surely she would or she would have been more ignorant than her current state.

She had yet to learn about the different personas people could take upon meeting others. And whenever she would encounter a stranger, her eyes would grow wide as if she feared for her dear life. Definitely an habit she needed to fix.

But there she was, looking around in a frantic manner before glancing back at the giant who was blocking access to the book she wanted.

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For @vartouhix!

Reflections were a fascination that grabbed the young lady’s attention at a very young age. What an obstruction it was to carry a mirror along at all times-- no complaints would be heard from her though. It was less likely that she would abandon the only item that belong to her family, the one she had no recollection of.

Sheltered from the rain, Juni observed the progression of the downpour. Looks like there’ll be ice everywhere in the morning. She sighed. With no umbrella, the female couldn’t leave her spot and soon grew bored. Perhaps a bit of entertainment would do? Or perhaps practice.

She crouched and searched for a target, the mirror soon being pulled out from her messenger bag. All she needed was an animal to pass right where she wanted.

Instead of one though, she heard footsteps approaching.

#vartouhix #{ It is rather vague-- I do apologize about that }#{ but I do look forward to how this will go! }#.interactions

For @seokxgim!

Her specialty laid within tea. Nowhere else.

Human interactions would definitely score the worst grade with her. Juni still had a lot to learn, making baby steps the more she spent another day living in Seoul. Roughly 365 days passed by now, yet her improvements were still mediocre.

She couldn’t read people’s nonverbal well. She couldn’t interpret words accurately to begin with. Oftentimes, her anxiety would take the lead, distorting what seemed neutral to negative. People seemed to view her that way, no? Her shades of grey still needed to be worked on. Her color palette still consisted of two: black and white.

And so, she couldn’t tell if the man needed comfort. If that was the case, Juni couldn’t even do such a task to herself. How could she to someone else?

The solution was tea. After making the customer take a seat and wait, she returned to him with a tea set on a wooden tray. It took a while to choose the right flavor, but something light and sweet would soothe a bitter soul than to tackle it with another kind of bitter, no? This was why she chose cherry blossom buds.

She then slipped a piece of paper underneath his cup before sliding both in front of him. ❛ I hope you like this kind of tea. ❜

#seokxgim #.interactions #{ there is no need to match the length of my reply! }#{ I just... got inspired }#{ ^^'' }

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