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wouldn’t you want to meet the korean beyonce?

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gayeonjung

She smirked at him, staring at the bus map, trying to locate where myungdong was- the busy shopping street that everyone went to on saturday nights. She knew a specific icecream place that sold fried icecream there, although she didnt tell him, she was planning to go shopping afterwards; she knew that her homeroom teacher who took care of the students in the dorms of the schools didnt really care if she snuck out or not. “You know that I dont do homework at home right- I do it at school or on the bus to school.” She laughed, giving him a bright smile as she shoved her hands in her leather jacket pockets, pursing her lips. Alright we just need to go 1 stop from here- she grinned and pointed towards the bus approaching them. “Come on.” She walked towards the bus and hopped on to the back seat of the bus, plugging her earphones on immediately pressing play on the song shes been addicted to: Okey dokey. She plugged one earphone into his ear as he sat down next to her. “I wanna rap like Zico…” she sighed looking outside the window, wanting to be an artist so bad- but her dream felt so unrealistic.

Jongin hasn’t had any of those icy cold treats for a long time apart from the frappe he used to have after each time he got off flights. And her statement is something he couldn’t literally digest nor can he imagine. “How do you even do homework in a bus? Wouldn’t that ruin your handwriting?” Shook his head in disbelief, allowing a taunt chortle in between before he reaches to tuck the loose strands of her hair behind her ear for her.

Fall season at night had him donning his black trench, hands shoved in pockets to keep them warm as they both cocking their heads side to side to be sure that they are catching the right bus as the approximate between them and the public transportation isn’t that far away now.

He’d let her step in before he does, swiping the transportation card he owns before taking a seat right next to her and brushing his hair back for the fluffy strands to set in place to its own accord. His gaze shifting between the night sight out the window and sometimes the reflection of hers. The sudden shove of the earplug into his ear made him jolted slightly, startled by what she did only to find that she was putting on a music for them to listen along the way, although, it wasn’t that far away.

“Zico?” Clueless, he knits his brows close putting on an oblivious expression because he has no idea of the person she mentioned. “Who is he, if I may ask?”

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chrvstn

She ended up nibbling more and mroe on the food, setting a goal for herself to at least finish more than half of what’s left in her bowl,  stubborn like that. Her cheeks return to the usual pale shade they had as he no longer watches her. “There’s a difference between dieting for a show and eating for class.. The diets are strict before a play.” She exlpained, looking up at him with a soft smile, thinking back to the days where her meals were just a biscut and black coffee.

Dark orbs shoot up from her food to the tall, dark skinned man with a small frown. “Ah? No, no, no. I didn’t really had an apetite before… Plus, I don’t eat a lot.” She said, tongue trailing between her lips to moisten them, athough it was useless. They were still chipped.

At this point, he wonder what he can do for her to eat. Was she really not at all hungry? Meanwhile he ate quite a lot since he often skips breakfast unless he was starving. His jest was returned with a respond from her which he can tell that she’s being serious despite the smile she wears. Letting silence took over for a short while, he glances at the random people around them and rubbing his palms together without a reason.

“Okay let’s try this. You don’t have to eat if you don’t feel like it, don’t force your stomach like that.” He snatches the fork she held, to feed her like how anyone would do with toddlers when they refuse to eat. “Here comes the airplane~” He said in a tone of an adult speaking to a child and randomly moving his hand in random directions toward her. 

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chrvstn

Looking down at her food, she felt as if she was playing with it more than eating, avoiding whatever there was left in the bowl like child who let the vegetables he doens’t like in the corner for the plate, hoping he would be excused without having to eat them. Christine’s cheeks were flushed, she was well aware he was analysing her, though she was too shy to analyse him.

But the man’s strong gaze was going up and down whatever he could see of her, reason why she tried to make herself as small as possible, hiding against her seat. “Hm?” His words taken her aback, she’s alwyas had a salad here, the same way she would have a tea and pancakes across the street. “I don’t know, actually… It’s a tasty salad.”

The crimson hues painted on her cheeks gave her away in telling him that she’s timid, he was unintentionally making her uncomfortable just by scrutinizing her causing him to tear his gaze away from her to his plate instead. A bite after another, he succeeded in ingesting everything he was served. “This is one taste spaghetti too. And if that salad is tasty like you said, the movies are bluffing of how ballet dancers are supposed to be in a strict diet. This is a deceit.” He jests, allowing airy short chortle before downing his drink.

He has been meaning to ask if him being blunt by joining her for dinner interrupted her appetite seeing how she kept toying with her food. Picking out the ones she probably wouldn’t like the taste. “Should I leave? You barely eat, Christine.” His voice muffle whilst he wipes his mouth clean with a napkin, the once clean cloth has now possess stains of oil that was smudging his plump lips. 

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resplexndent

The poet kept his eyes glazed onto the other’s features, the slightest of the smiles taking over his lips as he did so, arms being carelessly crossed over his chest, lips pressed into a thin line when he nodded a few times. Ryan finally allowed the smile to spread on his lips again after a while, shaking his head and chuckling quietly while keeping his eyes closed for a brief moment, ❝ Oh, no—- don’t worry about this, and don’t really have to apologize! ❞ He waved his hands softly when he spoke, for the poet didn’t mind about the flavour of the chewing gum — after all, it was rare for him have some of those, so he didn’t have any preference either. ❝ Um, mint would be good… I don’t have a favourite flavour but i love mint. ❞

Mint. The taller of the two was reminded of a cold drink he once ordered from a cafe that really did cool him down from the sunny weather. Although, he wasn’t sure if his suggestion would be an acme in that particular fall season. He chose to not worry about it, otherwise they might stay there for the rest of the day talking, or Jongin might be the one left behind for not being able to keep up with the conversation with interesting things to say.

“May I suggest an iced strawberry mint tea at a cafe nearby?” Way too cliche, Jongin. He slides his hand in his pocket, chewing on his lower tier while he waited for the other to respond.

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gayeonjung

She smirked at him a bit and tapped on his shoulder, giving him a hand gesture to come closer. She whispered against his ear, “But since when did I ever care about curfew-” She laughed and showed him the text she had just sent to her mom. [text; Mom] Momm I think I’m going to come home late today- I have a lab to do with a friend. She grinned and put her phone back in her pocket and grabbed his wrist dragging him to the bus station. “I wanna eat fried ice cream- you should buy me some.” She grinned playfully and hopped up and down around him excitedly.

And there was Jongin, thinking that she’d be a good girl and stay home for the rest of the evening until he was shown the text she sent to her legal guardian. He was, indeed, wrong about her turning in for the night early but it seems like it’s not going to happen when he was dragged all the way to where they will be taking the bus.

Unbelievable, why did I have to suggest desserts. He pinches the bridge of his nose when she couldn’t stop being the child she is but since he never had a sister, he’s actually more than glad to take her out for fried ice cream that she craves for to the extent that she’s imitating bunny hops around him.

The pilot couldn’t do anything but to stare at her, amused how a teenager can actually be without worries. “Unless you have homework to be done, we’ll get you home right after having those treats.”

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chrvstn

Christine’s eyes shoot up from the salad to the man sitting across from her as he speaks, a kind smile arching her thin lips. She wasn’t sure how she actual felt about being away from home. In a way, she enjoyed it, in a way, she felt lost most of the time. Still, she wouldn’t admit that. She was too stubborn. “Homesick? Not really. Sometimes Korean gets complicated and I wish I could freely speak English or French, but nothing else.” The girl said with a small smile on her lips, fingers brushing through her hair, flicking it off her shoulder, slowly returning to nibbling little by little on her food, though she should have finished more than thirty minutes ago.

Nodding as he listened to the girl attentively while every word registering in his head, her answer is short, made him ponder if she merely say that to avoid the truth yet he wouldn’t question and simply taking her answer for a no. Tough cookie. It’s too early to tell still Jongin enjoys observing one’s trait for it sooner or later to be proven right or wrong in the midst of persistent feed each time the soon as he consumes his meal.

Albeit the busy surrounding he was able to pay attention to her, how she turns her cutlery as if he could imagine the gracefulness of her body moves performing a pique turn, taking her time in every step of the way just to accomplish in finishing her salad drawing a smile on his face. “I assume you’re not allowed to eat whatever you wish to. Why salad amongst other delicious food?”

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resplexndent

Ryan’s smile widened once the other male offered him a chewing gum, reaching his hands out to take it and softly bowing his head politely, ❝ Oh, thank you! And I hope you can quit this habit very soon, it definitely ruin your lungs. ❞ And a brief & low chuckle escaped from his lips, soon tilting his head again and extending his arm towards the still stranger, the smile never leaving his features. ❝ By the way, I’m Ryan—- it’s nice to meet you. ❞

It’s less awkward when the other greeted him before he does it himself and in return for the bow, he dips into one displaying his courteousness toward the new acquaintance. His stance is rather casual afterwards while he scratches his arm, completely shameless during the introduction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ryan. You may call me Jongin and I will, it just need some time to stop.” For unknown reasons, he felt that it was a mistake to offer him a piece of chewing gum because from the way he dressed, he isn’t the type to joke around as much as he does but it’s way too early to tell. “I’m sorry, that’s the only flavour I have. Mind telling me if you have a favorite so maybe the next time if we meet, I’d give you one that you really like?”

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resplexndent

Tilting his head, the poet smiled warmly and held his own hands behind his back, voice was always soft and gentle when he spoke. ❝ Hello—- how are you? ❞

Unsure of how he should keep on the conversation going, Jongin held his hand out which in his grasp, was a chewing gum and that was all he possess to offer the stranger. "Want one? I'm still trying to quit on smoking and this has been helpful." A thin yet genuine smile drawing on his lips, hoping it would suffice as a gift.

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chrvstn

Christine was taken aback by how easily he would approach strangers, but it seemed like something he did on a normal basis, and she was just another conversation for the night. She watched him silently, shyly looking away once he is standing up, he was a lot taller than she imagined, and her height wouldn’t help her but feel smaller than ever. “Ballet choreography.” The girl answered, pink lips curling into a friendly smile, a hand brushing off the soft locks of hair off her shoulder. “My parents?” Asking, she just filled her mouth with some of the vegetables before her, stalling some time, though she knew what she was going to answer. “Actually no, my mother lives in Britain. So you could say I’m alone here.” A chuckle left her, she was sure the question was asked because of her name.

Now that he think about it, it might look like they are in an interrogation but a formal one in this case causing him to chuckle at himself. By the look of her appearance, well she does have a beautiful features for such extravagant sport. “You’re all by yourself here? Don’t you feel lonely sometimes? Homesick maybe?” Jongin has never met a foreigner before, or at least that’s what he thinks of her and it’s more intriguing that she only mentioned of her mother but not her other parent. He didn’t mean to pry but simply curious hoping that she didn’t misunderstand him. In the middle of the conversation where he began to take his first bite, munching a mouthful of his carbonara.

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oaseur

Aww- thank you… I am so bad at reacting to compliments but.. I can say that you are really handsome.

“Why are you turning this back on me—” Allowing a soft chortle to escape between his parted lips when they were tugged into a grin, somewhat amused by her adorable reaction. “If you were a guy, I say you’d be the first male crush I have for.”

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chrvstn

“Ah, don’t say that… It’s actually pretty common where I come from.” She chuckles a little, blushing softly at the man’s words and at times like these she wished she wasn’t this shy, everything giving her off so quickly. She kept smiling, though, arching her back a little, seeming more tall than she was before, though it wasn’t much. “Oh? No, it’s from school.” She shrugged a little, motioning her hand to welcome him on the seat across from her. “Sure, feel free.” She added, dark orbs watching him carefully.

His head tilted while letting himself fall into his own thoughts, taking a guess of where did she come from but on a second thought, this world is a big place and he can’t just simply guess. School? He’s now curious of so many things about her and also grateful that she’d allow him to join her for dinner. Jongin can’t help from noticing her untouched meal, well, maybe she already consumed half of it but her exhaustion is apparent on her facial features and the way she toys with her food. With him sitting at the opposite to face her only then she changes her posture gracefully. “Tell me, Christine. What do you major in?” His dark hues meeting her pair while he settles comfortably with either one of his leg sprawls out to be propped on his heel, aiming for the center of the plate with a fork to twist around for the spaghetti to be wrapped around the metal cutlery sufficient enough to fit his mouth. “Do you live with your parents?”

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chrvstn

She returned back to her half-empty bowl, fingers twisting the fork she used to eat with, though she didn’t quite have the appetite anymore. She glanced back at the man standing besides her, lips curled into a shy smile, he seemed not to be bothered by talking to strangers as randomly as that and she, honestly, wanted to be like that. Confident in herself. Eyes widen again when he speaks, her head turning yet again in his direction. “Actually, it’s just been a long day, I’m just tired.” She chuckles easily. “I’m Christine, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Christine, the pleasure is mine. You actually have quite a wonderful name, I doubt it’s going to ever stop playing in mind later on.” Either one of his heels tapping out a rapid inaudible rhythm, a habit when he’s waiting. Until his dinner is finally served shall he approach her, thinking that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to join her since she’s all by herself. “Exhausted from work? Mind if I join you?” 

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“ we shouldn’t… ”

two word starters

Both Jongin and Gayeon had never been out by themselves together before, but they planned to have dinner outside except they haven’t decided on a specific place to be. He suppose that it isn’t ideal to take a minor girl out and taking the bus, therefore they go around with his motorcycle. Aware that her family might be worried if they came back any later, he took her home safely and decided to hang around before leaving.

They would talk about each other families, sharing their favorites, betting on who could play rock, paper, scissor better until an idea pops in his head randomly. “I know it’s past your curfew but, should we go out for an ice cream?” He can tell that she’d have to refuse his offer, possibly have piles of homework to be done too. “We shouldn’t…” She whispers, hitting him lightly in a playful manner for even tempting her with desserts that no one could ever decline.

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oaseur

the question made seolhyun look down for a moment and flash a soft grin past her lips. her head shaking slowly few times while she fixed her pale blue coat around her slim body. her hands sliding to her pocket and her head slightly tilting to the side as a soft sigh escaped from her semi-parted lips. “ it is not that I enjoy strolling at night.. “ she looked at him before she finish her sentence. “ but sometimes only this weather can make you feel better? I’ve heard once that the cold air can make all the bad thoughts go away… so when I can’t sleep because I have something perturbing my mind.. strolling at night all by myself is the only thing that can help. “ she hummed, flashing another soft smile but now looking ahead.

His brow quirked as her gaze dropped elsewhere when her head hangs low. Noticing her slightly trembling despite having her thick trench to keep her warm, he sensed her troubled mind except he couldn’t read it and his thoughts became an affirmation when he was told how she couldn’t sleep. “So you being out here exposed to all kinds of danger, is only to clear your mind?”

This is what worries him if he were to possess a female sibling to take care of. But any random woman walking by herself is not ideal to him, it brings out the protective instinct of his to walk her back home safely or anything at all just to keep her from anything bad. Not that he has supernatural powers to stop anything from happening but he surely knows how to care for anyone the opposite gender. “Can I take you home? Or at least let me keep you company for a while before you go?” 

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chrvstn

Christine wasn’t sure what lead her to that diner, she could have had a salad at home too, she felt just as lonely and cold. The voice of the stranger who was sitting a couple of inches away from her made the girl snap herself out of the daydream she fell into. “hm?” she asks, and, after a short moment of thought, she brought her thumb up, smiling at the tall man. “I really enjoy carbonaras, but they’re not the kind of food I have daily. So I’d suggest that.” Nodding, she arched her lips into a little, slightly more friendly smile.

Fingertips idly drumming a rhythm before his gaze drifted apart from the menu to the female, locking with her dark hues that instinctively tugging a smile on his lips in return for her own amicable grin she offered him. It gives him some sort of an assurance at her suggestion, after all he did ask for it. No longer hesitating, the tan skinned lad places his orders and turning his attention to the kind girl. “You seem to be bothered by something, or is it just me? I’m Jongin, by the way.”