fujissi:

             — It had been a while since he’d ventured out into the city with a sketchbook and pencil in hand. He settled himself on a bench in front of the infamous park that seemed on every post he found when he searched up ‘places to go when in Hongdae’. It puzzled him, because on the blog posts he searched up it said that there would be tons of street performers but today it seemed that the streets were’t as occupied as they usually were. I guess it’s because it’s valentines day. He sighed and sat with his legs up on the bench, crossing his legs before setting his sketchbook atop, looking back and forth from the paper to the scenery as the pencil’s led glided through the parchment.

             As time flew, he managed to get sketches of the area from three angles and he watched people pass, trying to find a person whose visuals stood out for inspiration for another character. He exhausted his interest after sitting there for a few minutes, unable to find inspiration anywhere so he gathered all his belongings and walked into a more crowded area. As he navigated through the crowded street, he bumped into someone, resulting in one of his pencils to fall out of his hands. He mumbled a quick ❝Gomenasai,❞ before bending down to pick it up, only for his cheeks to heat up when he realizes he spoke his native tongue in a foreign language. When he gets back up, he bows his head toward the stranger, adjusting his speech to the new language ❝I mean to say that I’m sorry. Sorry. I really am. Sorta just moved here so I’m still adjusting to speaking Korean 24/7.❞

          A long while had passed since Jaekyung allowed herself in public, for well, many reasons. Having the whole scandal in her former company, moving onto the new out, her own sadness from disbanding with the other half, confusion and what not. She found herself sitting at home for many days and the only times she was out were rare, and did not last long. So at that day,Hongdae seemed as refreshing and beautiful as ever, despite the crowded steets. But in all honestly, she was not expecting a some sort of collision with someone, having him to speak in a foreign language, on top of all.  

          But his perplexity seemed rather charming, and she could not halt herself from grinning gleefully, eyes then squinting into light slits when she, as well, bent down to help him pick the pen. Artist, supposely? “It’s alright.” Her voice was calm, warm. She pulled bak her hand and stood up, her gaze fixated over his. “Don’t worry, I know a bit of Japanese…” After all, they, idols, were obliged to learn such languages, considering they might perform over there for once. “You’re… a foreigner?” Stating the obvious, of course, how dumb ould she be? “I mean– you’ve never been to Korea before?” It was somewhat strange of er to inquire about such matters, considering that they were strangers – but at the positive side of it, she won’t be recognized and that would allow her to freely assist him, if he needed it, of course.