—mother tongue.
halloween party: best aegyo october 2018
ft. @idsatomi
it started with something he would classify as a tone of despair. maybe even slight, unfiltered frustration and confusion. all in a form of foreign words that his ear had accustomed to enough to for sungyeol to think twice about whether or not he was hearing correctly. it got his attention once his slightly tipsy mind caught up to the situation, however, and the straightforward trajectory he headed suddenly became more reminiscent of a zigzag, as the man passed a few witches and brushed shoulders with a whole bloody red devil. all faces unfamiliar. just like the face of the girl he connected the voice to.
“are you alright?” the first question was in korean, as if a the few moments of silence that it took for him to get to where the voice was coming from made him forget the fact that words were of foreign tongue. it catches up to him once more, round eyes looking around the young girl before he spoke up once more. this time in japanese. “is everything fine?“
there was a time in his life he associated with books and libraries. back then, when academics was still a bit more important than various teenage endeavors, he crammed dictionaries under the fist and wish of his father. up until he could speak relatively freely to get high scores in any tests taken at that time. what a shame he had lost interest in academics at that point, busy picking fights in the dirtier corners.
thus, he might have been a bit rusty. and the fact sungyeol was tipsy didn’t help the pronunciation either, tying his tongue somewhere in the middle of a question. but he knew he was somewhat good, fluent in a broad sense of the word. thus, sungyeol cleared his throat and started over. ”ït might be none of my business, but you just sounded confused from where i was standing just now.. may i offer my help?” it’s a bit ridiculous, the small peaces of accent slashing through the flow of his words. and the fake mustache, akin to a rat, didn’t help to smooth it over either. but he was smiling, open. genuinely ready to help. maybe a bit too much like the overall image his company had created of him. “though, i also might have been hearing things. which wouldn’t be the first time after a drink,” it’s humorous, following with his eyes turning into mismatched slits as they supported a toothy grin.