#kuitae

He smiles gently at the girl, noticing her staring at his lips as he pronounced his (also foreign) name. He watched her flush a little, finding her embarrassment almost cute and endearing. "Ah, very close," he says, kind tone to his voice. "It's Yi-xing." Yixing repeated his name for her, slower and more enunciated. Personally, he didn't mind mispronunciations of his name. In fact, to be fair, neither his Korean nor pronunciation was perfect either.

Upon feeling a tap on his shoulder, Kyungsoo quirks a brow and turns his head to see who’s trying to gain his attention. When he’s met with the face of a smiling female, he sighs internally and curses whoever thought conversation would be necessary in this world. Turning around to face the stranger properly, he watches and listens to her greeting with an expression of mild disinterest. For a moment, his eyebrows furrow slightly, wondering what ‘taeyeon’ is. If he’s correct, it means ‘casual,’ but.. why would she be saying that? He guesses that the girl is telling him her name, so he tucks his hands into his pockets and replies, “Call me Kyungsoo."