송재림

Hey! *smiles back with a wave* I’m Jaerim, and it’s nice to meet you too! Let’s get along well, yeah?

   So like, I know I'm not super active but there are just so many of you all here I'm like woah! That said, I'd really like to get to know you so please feel free to hop in my askbox if you want to chat or plot! Jaerim and I are both just cute little actual 3 year olds and I promise we're not scary! uwu 

*smiles and gestures down the road* There's a great place just down a bit they got great Americanos. Want to go there?

'Sure,' he raises a hand, obviously looking for a high five. 'Let's go!'

  ‘Hey, I’m Jaerim. Thanks for the welcome- it seems like a great place! Could use more cat lovers, though.’

  ‘Hey, thanks! Yeah, of course we can!’ He smiles warmly. ‘I’m Jaerim, what’s your name?’

  ‘You’re… really cute. I’m sorry, I just can’t take you seriously.’

‘Oh, hey, thanks! I’m Jaerim, it’s nice to meet you! I haven’t met too many doctors; have you done many surgeries?’ He smiles warmly with a small wave.

  That's what he got for arriving at the bus stop an actual half hour early. If he wasn't half an hour late, he was half an hour early. Poor Bungbung had broken down, and since he didn't have a car, that only left the bus. He stood, tapping his foot slightly as he listened to his iPod and pulled out a Twix bar. He was happily snacking until he saw a woman sitting nearby who appeared to also be waiting for the bus. Jaerim tugged out one of his headphones and walked toward her with a smile. 'Hi there, are you waiting for the bus too? It seems like it's gonna be a while.' He held out the remaining Twix bar to her. 'Do you want it? Without some sugar, you might just fall asleep while waiting.'

  Jaerim swore that while joining the military was important to every citizen, he just did not understand why he needed to shave his head. Honestly, he felt lighter- and not in a good way, he would add- it was hot, and what kind of crazy person actually woke up at those crazy hours? It would likely have been the longest and most torturous two years of his life, had he not met one person in particular. Xavier. There was a rather impressive language barrier, but the two seemed to get along well enough. They both enjoyed art, and while they couldn’t always communicate in the most effective manners, Jaerim enjoyed the other’s company nonetheless. But he was still upset over having to shave his head.