我迷路了 ♒ yixing and eunran
Free time never seemed to bother Eunran so badly as it did now. Before, all the free time she had would go to naps, or strolls on the city, but back on Seoul, these things were something she couldn't do even if she wanted to. First, napping would give her father a worse impression than he already probably had - that was something she couldn't stand, not from him. And strolls on the city she disliked most, well...she wouldn't do that yet.
The answer came by an email and a text, one from her father, other from a old colleague and the first thing she did in the morning after was looking for someone available to teach her Cantonese. The idea came after a photoshoot she had been part of not much long ago - it was one of her last, and one she enjoyed so much, she insisted to bring her father with her. He denied, she rebelled and went by herself, only to meet a new side of Hong Kong.
When she came back, she was sure she'd want to go back to that town she had such a great time with - but she couldn't speak one word. And it wasn't helping the fact that Cheongji didn't have someone that could help her, even a scholarship kid. Staring at the woman who gave her such information, Eunran could just sigh. Hopefully, the woman must have been pity of her or something like this, and gave her a name.
"Zhang Yixing." She said to the librarian, who pointed to a boy in a table distant from hers. "He speaks Korean too, right?" The woman couldn't answer her question, and her sigh didn't gave her an answer like the other time. Being like this, all she could do was take a deep breath and walk towards his table, hoping she wouldn't scare him as she leaned over and whispered his name as a question.