@parkchaemi
Homesickness. Every single day Rhys heartily wished he wasn’t so familiar with this feeling. He missed Melbourne’s weather, its overall atmosphere, all the people he had bonded with. Over the years he had lost contact with most of his friends from there, and although he wasn’t the type to look back at the past, he was still regretting that he didn’t even get to say damn bye to them, because his family left for Seoul so quickly. And that particular city... it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t the same. Another set of shackles was the language he probably would never feel fully comfortable in. But that issue he had a solution for.
Rhys made his way into Solar’s cafeteria, where he would often kill time between practicing, and when Chaemi fell into his visual field, a playful grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “G’day, mate. How’s it goin’?” He spoke with an exaggerated Aussie accent.
