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“This doesn’t look like Korea anymore…” His initial destination in mind was a ramyeon shop, but the shop he was in now had no relations to food whatsoever. Perhaps he had recorded the directions in the wrong order? Or took a wrong turn somewhere along the way? It wouldn’t be the first time, so this, was also no surprise. Weaving his way through shoppers and clothing racks, he’s still searching for any hint of what he entered for. But to his dismay, there was nothing but clothing. There was, however, a particular female adjusting a pile of folded shirts, and he immediately ventures over to her before anyone else could, “Excuse me–” Confusion’s still evident on his expression, but he’s trying to mask it with a smile, “I was looking for a Ramyeon place– But I ended up here instead– So do you have any idea where one is or–”

the hustle and bustle of the shopping hours had finally calm down. not many people were coming in anymore. the main sales woman was exhausted in her heels, but there was so much work to be done. she had already made her way to folding the untidy clothes that people pulled out when she heard the bell rang which noticed her that someone had enter. soon enough someone apporached her. “Ramyeon? I think you went two blocks too far. If you like I can show you the way. I’m going on a lunch break anyways.”

[/He counters the statement, instantaneously– and to appease himself while awaiting further explanation, Jay assaults her cheek with a subtle pinch.] ❝ I don’t believe you. One, I haven’t heard nor seen you sniffle or cough– and two, you don’t sound congested…don’t lie, jagiya. ❞

❝ You can’t say that I’m the one  whining over a kiss. ❞ [/Vengeance. Albeit sweet, it didn’t compare to the taste of a woman’s lips. He watches, amusement evident as the grin overcomes most of his face. Jay leans close, as twitching fingers reach forward and attempt to deprive Nabi of a curtain for flushed cheeks. ] ❝ You know, for someone who likes to fight back, you sure do blush a lot around me. ❞

He was determined not to feel bad, but Nabi’s words were like a punch to the gut. Hyunwoo hadn’t even noticed the bag she walked in with and now that he saw it, realized he had spoken much too quickly. She hadn’t come to drag him away like the others before her, but in peace to drop off a gift. The heavy feeling of guilt wasn’t something he was used to and he immediately knew he didn’t like it. Now there was more reason to hold his tongue and keep quiet as he had before. “.. Wait. Wait.” He didn’t move from his spot behind the counter and instead sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance: at the situation and himself, not the other. It wasn’t often he had to apologize, much less genuinely because he was at fault. Most times it was just to defuse a situation. “I didn’t mean it like that. Or.. I did. But. Not at you.”