There is no word for everything

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"Well, usually I read it in its translated version, but it seemed like there weren’t any translated ones left…" He sighs a bit, "And well, I’m too impatient to wait for the translated ones to go back in stock, so I decided to settle for English.. Thankfully, I know enough English to read it…" He notices he’s rambling. Strange, he doesn’t usually talk this much. But it seems like the other was just a comfortable person to be around. He nods, listening to him. "Same for me. Novel deaths are horrible because, by the time they die, you get attached to the character - and wow, it’s terrible." He comments. He laughs slightly at the sound of the last part of the older teen’s statement. Manly tears. The other sure was interesting.

His nose scrunches up in distaste, and mostly it's because of the thought of having to read books in a language he isn't exactly the best at, nor hold pride on knowing so little. "Just thinking about having to translate a three hundred page book is already giving me a headache" He says, thinking of the male before him as a soldier ready to battle the confusing language that is English. He's giving him a salute in his mind, taking note to pray for his brain later on before he goes to sleep. Another ugly expression is seen on his face, shaking his head. "You can say that again." Taehyung rests a fist on his chest "Those situations strike home. Just painful, really. Though most are beautifully written."

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{ ` she almost thought he was being serious and was about to look at him with confusion when she suddenly felt his shoulders bumping against hers } Oh, you were kidding. { ` she chuckles } Yah! I brought the cake and a present for you, too! { ` nods excitedly } Yeah, for sure! { ` pokes his side } What distraction? When are you ever a distraction? { ` holds up a hand } Well, assuming you aren’t like jumping up and down as we’re performing. { ` walks past him when he opens the door } Thanks! { ` takes his hand and drags him inside, the cold wind was blowing viciously past them at the door } Alright, noona will buy all of that, ok? { ` she sticks her tongue out at him } I’m feeling grateful.

Of course I was kidding! I wouldn't praise you for being cheap- or should I say for being "practical" { * . another snort is heard from him, rolling his eyes playfully } Alright, alright. I'm actually really grateful for that. { * . smiles, then mumbles to himself } ..despite it looking like it was meant for yourself. { * . opens his mouth to answer, hundreds of possibilities of what he could do while the two were practicing flooded his brain, but he was cut off before he could list down what disruption he's capable of doing. } If I get excited, then I might. { * . reversing roles, he's dragged inside the store this time, grinning at her next words } Really? { * . he starts walking to the line of fridges and opens one, taking out a pack of soda cans } I drink too much soda for my own good, I know, but no one can stop me. { * . he says, just in case his cousin would complain later on }

it's the thought that counts

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Moving to Gwangju wasn’t her choice and she was probably fair away from most companies/entertainments whom are in Seoul. Though, she had always disliked the traffic and loudness of the city, since it is the city with the most population in South Korea after all. She has gotten used to it when she was a child, but it wore off as years went by since she started living in this city she lived in now. Whenever she visited Seoul, she always get headaches, it’s just weird, but staying in the city is the only way to get recognized by people. Maybe—just maybe—she could convinced her mother to let her go live in Seoul, even if she’s going to get multiple of headaches from it—it might be impossible, since she volunteered to help her mother with her shop and she also go to college in Gwangju, she can’t just move away. But again, it’s the only way to start her career she really wanted to attend and be apart of. She never really had any friends that lived by her anyway—even her phone is left there in phone contacts which she never used or called. They probably had forgotten her or something. Even if they did, it’s most likely she will never call back or answer the phone, since she usually leave it at home because she doesn’t use it that much. Hearing the response from the familiar male, she nodded. “Yeah, long time no see,” she gave off a small smile, “And yups.” She stared at the stamped letters and everything in her cold, pale hands. “Haha, how are you going to mail off that package?” She wondered, pushing the letters through the small door and into the mail bins.

Honestly speaking, if he were asked, Taehyung wouldn't be able to answer where he and Joomi met for it felt like it's been a while. To be fair, he doesn't remember a lot of occasions in his life. For example, the year and month he moved to Seoul. That's something some people keep track of, or at least can vaguely recall, but not Taehyung. A smile plays off on his lips, the package securely held between his side and right arm. "I'll take a bus to Daegu myself and deliver it there." He managed to say this in all seriousness, but it only lasted for a good three seconds before he's already laughing, shaking his head. "I'll wait til tomorrow, I guess. That's all I can do at this point. Unless you help me make a hole in one of those dropoffs"