» Eloquence Or Lack Thereof [Tiffany&James]
The sound of paper crumbling beneath tense fingers was the only noise that could be heard in the entrance area of the idol complex after the doors had shut behind James. An exasperated sigh escaped his thinned lips as he dared to look around for a moment, searching for help he could no longer deny he needed, but there was none to be found, as it had been two minutes prior when he had last lifted his gaze from the documents his manager had handed him before coldly leaving him to fend for himself in this unfamiliar environment.
Left with no other choice, he once again turned his attention back to the pieces of paper in his hands, smoothing the creases that had formed over time due to his less than gentle hold on them in quiet resignation. His index finger, large enough to cover a majority of the familiar letters, aligned to form easy-to-understand house rules as well as provide a beginner’s guide to the complex, wandered over the paper, moving along with every syllable he read as if that would help him comprehend the words better - but it did not. Easy-to-understand went for native speakers only, he supposed, or maybe his manager was right about how bad his Korean vocabulary was, despite how hard he worked to study whenever he had free time in order to be able to communicate with his domestic fans more easily.
“Inhibit”, his voice reverberated around the spacious room as he stumbled over the foreign word he did not know the English equivalent to. Saying it out loud did nothing to help him either, unfortunately, and he took a deep breath to fight the frustration bubbling up from deep within him before he continued reading, skipping over the passage he could make no sense of. “Superfluous?” Another word he could not recall ever having heard before appeared soon enough, confusion clearly written all over his face by now - although it had probably been that way from the start. His brows were furrowed in concentration, his eyes so focused on the words he was reading that everything else completely went out of focus, his mind visualizing what little information he was actually taking in to make sense of it, which worked for some things but failed miserably for most, for he had been standing there for an extended period of time already and he still had no idea where his room was located. “Penchant…” Yet another word that rung zero bells caused a light laugh to erupt from the bassist’s throat. “God, I’m hopeless,” he mumbled to himself, or perhaps the camera he knew to be capturing this embarrassing moment, secretly hoping that someone would take pity on him soon and send this clueless American help.