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”Psst, hey. You’re cute. I love yours, too.”
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(ﾉ◕‿◕)ﾉ— I love your blog
”Psst, hey. You’re cute. I love yours, too.”
“You live around here?” His voice betrays his surprise –– the culinary arts campus is pretty small and intimate, everyone knows everyone else, and the accommodation is only a stone’s toss away… Yet he’d never seen her before. If she did attend Woosong university, he’d obviously been blind for most of his University career. He points to an old apartment block a gap in the alley shows, across the road. “My place is literally there, ten seconds away.”
"Oh! No. No, no no no. I just… came here for something.“ She admits, unsure whether her personal matters do matter to him, and it is most likely not, so she does’t even bother stating the reason of her visit in Daejeon. When he points towards hs residence place, her eyes follow to the general direction, taking notes of the building before she nods, mostly to herself. "Do you have a fist aid kit?” Inquiring, she brushes her fingers through her hair, tenderly, whilst ignoring the fact that he is a stranger and she was taught better than walking to a stranger’s home.
“Does your thumb count as a finger?” There’s a hint of playful jest in his remark, but to reassure further he gathers his bearings before standing. A quick wipe of his hands on his jeans and he looks as good as new, kind of –– ignoring the dirt and tiny scratch on his right cheek. Her image surprises him, when he finally comes to all his senses –– bright blonde hair, small face, cute eyes. “Don’t worry; I’m fine… Completely.”
"Ah–“ It is an exhale of relief, she is now more relaxed at his, supposely, a joke. When a thankful expression forms over her face, Jaekyung pulls her hand back and joins both of them together, lips pressed tightly, she’s embrassed, regretful. If only she could pay more attention to the actual path other than being deep in thoughts in the worst moment. "You know… I can’t really leave you like this and all… after… yeah… let’s– go take care of your scratch.”
“Ah…” He groans as a dizziness overwhelms him and the back of his head starts throbbing. Her voice only faintly registers in his ears as he tries to overcome the sharp pain while wearing a hazy smile. Confused but fine, he sits up. “Woah…”
He seems to be, overall, just fine. But the smile that appears across his lips causes her to worry. Is he hurt so badly that the hit turned him into an idiot, handicapped? “I’m so sorry…” Is all she can utter this moment, a hand that is hesitatingly moving forward reaches for his cheek. “Uh, are you alright? How many fingers do you see?”
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Ah, the quite, the quite before the storm — or in her case, simply an unpleasant incident. That silence, comfortable yet tense, well, not for her as she doesn’t know yet what is awaiting her by the corner, which she takes the turn in and— boom.
She’s at Daejon, an ally. Well, now she’s on the ally’s groun. But not exactly. She’s on top of someone that is actually on the ally’s ground, the cold and harsh ground. It only takes her a moment for her eyes to engluf his surprised, taken aback more correctly and hurt image before a gasp emits her lips, rather loud, hands, which hurt from scrubbing against the ground help her body to lift up. “Oh my god— are you alright?!” Damn her. And her clumsiness. And her lack of focus. She just had to bump into someone and hurt him, didn’t she? Typical.
”I’m— so sorry—- are you alright?” She offes him her hand, an apologetic expression is worn across her facial features this moment.
