❝ come on , take a breath , okay ? ❞
Therewas no denying to it – she talked a lot. When she felt comfortable withsomeone, it would come out, a torrent of words about anything and everything,sometimes not the clearest (afterall, she was still adjusting to Korean). Things happened: she’d forget how aword was translated or mistakenly added Chinese to her speech, she’d mess upher word order or get lost in idioms. At least that was some sort of incentivefor calming her down: she was forced to stop, think things through and then startagain slower, more careful, to make sure that she was being understood.
Thatwasn’t a problem with Nichkhun, though he’d often insisted that he was notfluent in Mandarin: Tzuyu believed that he was still doing a better job at thatthan she was doing at Korean and, if there truly was something he didn’tunderstand, she’d find a way to explain it. Eventually.
“Comeon, take a breath, okay?” The sentence had come somewhere midway an explanationTzuyu was soulfully delivering: they were talking about pets, and the Taiwanesegirl was trying to make him understand that, though she did love dogs very much, having one in the dorm was a no-go, seeinghow terrified Dahyun was of them.
“I’mjust—yeah, I should probably do that. I’m just saying, in those circumstances,a cat is a much better option!”
