#96liangs

huiliang looked at the spilled coffee at his feet, a shocked and remorseful look painting his face as he looked back up to chaeyoung. “noona…i’m really sorry, i can buy you another…”

how did this happen? huiliang was walking too fast and spacing out on his way to a practice room, as per usual. he sucked in a deep breath as he picked up the plastic cup from the floor, bowing deeply to her. unfortunately, the spill would have to stay for a moment, he didn’t have any towels on hand and, truthfully, he didn’t know where they would be found.

“what kind do you like? from where? i’ll be as fast as i can, i promise! i’m really sorry…” he said, bowing again, an apologetic from tugging at his lips.

She was only able to get one sip from her drink and it was on the floor after that. How?! Why wasn't the luck never on her side? Honestly, Chaeyeong didn't know what to do after gasping out of shock. Her gaze was locked on the floor where her coffee was spilled and her hand was holding air as if the plastic coffee cup was still in her hand.

It slowly hit her what happened and without looking who was the cause of her coffee being on the floor, she threatened them first and then her gaze turned towards the male. Oh thank God she didn't curse at sunbaenim, it would have been another story to tell to her future children.

huiliang gnawed on his lower lip at the question, sucking in his cheeks as he thought of an answer. he did, he really did, especially because between studying in america and moving to south korea to train meant that he really hadn’t been home for an extended period in a while.

“yeah.” he said, voice quiet, finally looking back up at yanyan. “i do, a lot…suzhou and seoul feel so much different, and it feels like i haven’t seen my family or anything for years. like don’t get me wrong, settling here has been fine, and i’m making friends and everything is going well! but sometimes, i just…” he trailed off, looking back down at the floor.

She felt so happy to know that another Chinese person  is in 2K. Knowing and talking to them makes her feel at ease, almost like being in China. She gets homesick a lot and felt the need to talk to every Chinese in the company in order to feel better. They know her struggles and she knows theirs as well. Smiling so genuinely, she nodded at his answer, 

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“Yes indeed.” he simply replied with one nod of his head. He never grew up learning traditions from his parents. In fact he’s too americanized to even know things such as the Korean culture. The only thing he actually got from it is speaking the language, in which he admit that it’s too hard to do. “I’ve lived there since I can remember. My house there is literally right next to the beach. I missed it, but I like Korea’s calm waves than California’s big waves.”

mingxia thanks the male, gladly taking the baozi in her hands. it’s been so long since she’s had these - she thinks the last time she’s had it was back home in taiwan - and the girl hadn’t realized just how much she had craved it. taking a bite, she can’t help but smile at the taste, handing it back to him. “it’s really good,” she nods in agreement. “maybe i should try it out too.”