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“i’m so sorry,” euntae said, dropping to a crouch to beckon his pet back towards him, “merry is…very curious and loves human company,” he explained, trying to entice the retriever back with a treat he kept in his pockets, “this is her first time seeing a busking performance,” he admitted.

Matthew wasn’t bothered by the dog that had decided to greet him, if anything he enjoyed it-- being an avid animal lover and owning a dog himself, how could he not feel a bit happy seeing the said animal. Naturally he had petted it;’s head a few times, it seemed to be sniffing his jeans due to the lingering scent of his own dog on it. 

‘That’s okay, I know the feeling man. You wouldn’t know the amount of times I had to run after my dog to make sure she wouldn’t run away with some stranger just because they smelled like dog treats.’ He admitted, watching as the male tried to get his dog back yet again. ‘She must be excited then, though she didn’t come by on the best day since I seem to have been making a lot of mistakes all day.’ He tells the other with a chuckle, grabbing his bottle of water to take a few sips and ease his throat. 

‘You must not know me very well?’ he asked, though he glanced down at their hands. He didn’t pull back but neither did he respond much to the physical contact. He wasn’t too fond it. ‘I’d be happy had you not turned up so fucking late, so annoying honestly.’ Now that he was pissed already, he found it hard to cheer himself up.

“But you can always combine the two of them and do modelling just as a sidejob. I do it like that. I would not want to be a fulltime model. Way too hard, honestly.” She chuckled and nodded while she scratched her head a bit. She was also too short to be a real haute couture model so she only did some lingerie, commercial work.

Her fingers played with her cup and she looked around. The coffeeshop was slowly becoming less busy and she hummed softly while she leaned back in her chair, her coffee finished and she saw his was too. “Ah?” His question surprised her and she smiled while shrugging. I am free tonight so I am not sure yet- maybe I will go watch a movie or something.” She was not free often so it was hard to decide what to do in her free time. She tilted her head with a grin. “What about you?”

‘I mean, I would be down to try it out once or twice though I personally don’t think my looks are that good to be a model. I think I just have the height which puts people off and naturally they suggest me to either become a basketbal player or a model. I used to want to become a basketbal player actually, I enjoyed it a lot but  my shoulder got fucked at one point so I gave up on that “dream” or whatever you’d call it.’ He ends up telling her.

‘Well, perhaps one day if it suits my tastes and it’s not as boring as people sometimes make it seem. I could give it a try but for now I haven’t been approached neither do I know how to approach it myself even if I wanted to.’ It was all a scene he found hard to understand and music had been his main goal in life, that wouldn’t just change either.

Her eyes lingered on his figure for a while before focusing on his face. All her doubts disappeared at that moment, the discrepancy between his entire form and his facial appearance becoming blatant. His features, in all their entiretiy, appeared soft and innocent, especially since he found himself in trouble. A flying grin upturned the curve of her lips, her head falling towards one of her shoulders.

“I could really use this help.” slightly hesitant, Taeyeon nodded her acceptance. What could possibly go wrong? She had not received any bad vibe from the man in front of her so far and she definitely needed to get rid of the uncomfortably sticky jeans. “Clothes in hotel? Great, that’s just great!” her digits shifted against one another as she snapped them. Mirth blossomed in her smile. “Thank you, really. And don’t worry too much about it.”

The busker was clearly filled with nervous, for the fact he had just done something quite bad to not just an average person but an idol. He had heard of scandals existing because of accidents like these and really wasn’t looking to have the entire fandom after his ass for accidentally spilling a drink on her. Clearly he hadn’t had any bad intentions, his only ones being to secretly take a picture of the familiar woman and send it to some of his friends. No harm in that right? 

Her demeanor seemed to change along the way, her voice previously filled with annoyance had grown a tad more gentle and less angry, which reassured him a lot. Though he was often considered an intimidating person, it was mostly due to his tall height and quiet behavior. He wasn’t as scary as people painted him to be, though he was reserved and somewhat difficult to get close to, he did have his heart in the right place and wouldn’t mean harm onto anyone unless asked for it. Overall he was a nice personality.

It was the first time in a while that he had decided to go out again and perform, this time without the company of his band members which seemed to all be too busy to make it. Nonetheless, he needed money and so he’d gone out. Finding himself a spot on the side of the street, guitar in his hands as he mindlessly played and sang. It’d been his nth song that day, and so he figured he’d reward himself with a small break as soon as he’d finished and once he finished that’s exactly what he did. Putting aside his guitar, he signed the few that were watching he was taking a small break. They weren’t quite satisfied but yet again, he needed to spare his voice. 

Entirely unaware of his surroundings as soon as he put his thoughts to the side to take the rest fully, he was caught off guard by a wet nose jabbing him against his arm, clearly looking to be pet. Before even seeing if there was a human attached to the said dog, he had reached out to pet it. ‘Well hello there.’

Her fingers played with the cover of her notebook while she looked at the other with a smile. “Oh? You did? So you often perform there? I mean… it is totally close to my house so I should come to watch you some time. That would be fun. Mhmhm-” She nodded. “Sounds like a great way to treat yourself. Or well… it is better than to buy liquor or something.” She tilted her head. The other seemed to be independent but still kind of young in the lifestyle he was living. Hyoseong envied him. Even though she was 29 and becoming the age to marry, settle down, have kids, she craved for a younger lifestyle. Settling down? Maybe if she found the right person. Not right now.

She nodded. Her eyes turned into half moons as she watched the other before she shrugged slowly. “Busking is nice too, you know- but if you ever want to escape that world or broaden your horizon… try modelling. I am sure you can come far with it.” While she sipped her drink, she nodded again, a smile playing around her lips. Who was she to tell him this? She just met him, but Hyoseong was blunt like this. Honesty was key in life.

Matthew both enjoyed and disliked crowded places like these, though he wasn’t fond of sounds that were too loud, he enjoyed being surrounded by people even if they weren’t people he personally talked to. Especially during times like these, in which he was left to wander around alone, it was nice to be surrounded by others. I gave him a feeling of comfort, somehow. He knew how to deal well with loneliness, he’d survived on his own for many years yet he felt a whole lot warmer like this. Faint voices in the background while he enjoyed some alone time, or in this case some time getting to know someone new. It wouldn’t happen often, that he’d meet new people. Not like this at least.

‘Perhaps one day, I’m not quite sure if it would suit me. You know, music has always kind of been my life so the thought of doing something else doesn’t really cross me. Even more when I see the struggles my girlfriend goes through.’ He explained, nose scrunching up at the memories of the many times in which she’d be forced to lose weight or would have to go through screenings by her label. Though he wasn’t the type to easily gain weight, he couldn’t imagine himself going through the same things as her-- but yet again, money was a big issue in his life so if there was a  way for him to possibly earn some, he couldn’t really be picky. 

That question made Jinwoo stop talking immediately, blinking quietly at the other for a moment. His stubbornness has always been an issue since he was a little child. For some reason someone always felt the need to comment on it which made the young idol wonder if he should stop and try to change his behaviour every now and then. Though the older he got, the more he felt like he was allowed to be stubborn. He never really had a problem with it and never felt like it was a bad trait to have so why change it? If people didn’t like it, they just had to learn to accept it. Chuckling, his hand moved up to rub the nape of his neck as he nodded a couple of times.  ’‘I guess I am. I’ve been told that many times… Especially in the past couple of weeks so it’s funny that you bring it up.“ He said, smiling a little as he tilted his head to the side. ’'Why? Do you think it’s a bad thing?”

Raising her eyebrows at the question she shrugged slowly. It may have been weird for her- a girl- to be alone in the coffeeshop, but she loved doing such things alone. Her eyes glanced at the notebook in front of her before she tapped her manicured nails on the cover. “I came to keep my mind up to date- aside from the fact I love to come alone to coffeeshops and try new things. What about you?”

The answer made Hyoseong blink in curiousity and surprise. “Not?” The fact he was a busker made her even more curious- buskers were something she had always been interested in. Since she was living near Hongik University there were always several buskers singing or dancing or anything else to make some money. She respected them. “A busker… That is great.” As she nodded, she smiled at him. “You’re handsome and you have this… model kind of feel- I just thought you had to be one.”

‘Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve had my fair share of retail jobs and have dealt with a shit ton of angry customers. Most of them being old women who don’t agree with prizes or are having a bad day for whatever reason it may be. As well as a lot of bratty young teens thinking they can come in here and be disrespectful.’ He told her, grimacing at the memories of his past jobs. ‘I don’t think I could get angry at barista’s unless they’re the grumpy type that don’t do shit or are slow as fuck for no real reason, that annoys me.’ 

It was quite unusual indeed, to find a girl alone in a place like this. Usually it meant they’d be waiting for friends to arrive or were trying to kill time before heading somewhere, yet she seemed to be at ease and not restless as she would be for either of those options. Her explanation made sense but it made him wonder what kind of person she was, for her to be doing things like these. ‘Finished performing around the corner just a few streets away, I made some money so I decided to treat myself to some coffee. I was tempted to go home, but am not looking forward to an empty home just yet.’ 

“I am good, you don’t have to worry.” in a defensive manner, Taeyeon shook her hands in front of him in unison with her head. Firm movement. Her hands fell again on the wet spot; she could truly use a way to dry off as now that the heat subsided, the fabric stuck to her skin uncomfortable. The blowing wind being very unhelpful also. But the woman was a little reluctant to accept the offer.

“Ah, nae. I… would like to change actually.” But that meant she’d have to return to the hotel and that was not part of her plan, at least not at the moment.. “I… a towel would do, anyway. Do you know where I can find one?” intertwinning her digits, then fiddling with them, she pressed her lips together and allowed the corners to curl up coyly.

His awkwardness seemed to have multiplied being in the presence of quite the big artist, as someone who’s lived in Korea for quite a few years now he had kind of learned about the “importance” of it’s artists and even more, he had seen the effect of the female idol. Of course, despite not following the musical trends in Korea, he had seen her face come by a lot of times and had watched some shows including her. Hence his excitement upon having spotted her, which only unfortunately led into a huge disaster. 

One of the fortunate things about the situation was that she didn’t seem too intimidated by him, which often happened considering his height and occasional intimidating demeanor. It wasn’t hard to spot the tone in her voice, signing him she held quite some annoyance and he didn’t blame her. ‘Yeah, I’ll go get some for you.’ He responded in return, pondering on whether to walk back to the coffeeshop he just got his drink for or make his way to the hotel he was currently staying at for a little while. Though the hotel was closer. 

Full name: Kang ‘Matthew’ Jeongmoon Other names: Matt, Matel, Etc. Date of birth / Age: October 7, 1993 (intl. 23) Gender: Cis-Male Sexual orientation: Hetero Origin: Toronto, Canada Current location: Seongnam, South Korea Nationality: Canadian Ethnicity: Korean Spoken languages: Korean, English Religion: Atheist Height: 188cm Body type: Slender, Muscular Eyes: Dark brown Tattoos: None Piercings: None  Scars: Few along his back Social media: Twitter, Youtube Smoking: No Drinking: Yes Drugs: Occasionally Athletics: Basketball, Swimming Hobbies: Music, Composing, Gaming Virgin?: No Favorite drink: Cocktails  Favorite food: Yukgaejang Favorite music: Rock, Metal, R&B Clothing style: Comfortable

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