#narivie

❝ SOMETHING WAS EERIE; Seungjun was sure of it. It could have been the way the trees sounded as if they were whistling with each gust of wind that passed through bare branches. It could have been the raindrops that came down like grenades, puddles forming at each pair of shoes that did not scurry about the outdoor train station. Hell, it definitely could have been the fact that Halloween was approaching so quickly, a Western holiday that had become more and more popular in his homeland with each passing year. Of course the man imagined every scary possibility, his eyes downcast as he reminded himself that he could, indeed, survive without the four other boys he spent nearly every waking moment with. 

After all, that is what got him in this situation, right? A rarity of two days free time was announced by the KNK staff; and, in typical Park Seungjun fashion, a terrible idea was brainstormed and put to the test. Instead of sticking to his members like glue -- or an unwanted fungus as a select few would call it -- he had decided that he’d take the first day to explore on his own. One KTX ticket and ten hours later he found himself sitting on the bench of an unknown station, utterly confused and without enough money in his wallet to even pay for a taxi back to Seoul. 

If anything, it was an act of desperation to approach the only other person at the station who looked just as confused as himself. He had noticed the girl sitting parallel to him on the train -- but somehow he felt as if he’d seen her face before then, too. With a sheepish demeanor he took the few steps to get to her, clearing his throat quietly in attempts to make his presence known. “Would you happen to have any idea where we are... By chance?”

“Afraid–” She bit her bottom lip, unsure if she was already caught. Of course, she was afraid, they were just supposed to watch one of those horrific movies, and nothing more. Yet, the thought of those triggering scenes from the movie kept replaying on her head. “Huh? Oppa– it’s not like that..” She clicked her tongue, trying not to show how scared she was after seeing the end of the credits pop up on the screen, “I don’t get scared– if I did pinch you on the side it was just by accident.” Humming, crossing her arms over her chest. “It’s just you,” She poked his chest, wiggling her eyebrows, “Silly oppa–"

“Takoyaki, huh? Sorry, is my accent making you crave Japanese street food?” The male joked, his hand coming up to cover his mouth and hide his slight embarrassment, as his accent was something he was well aware of, and something that he couldn’t help but be somewhat insecure about. It was part of the reason why he only did minor acting in Korea, and never released any music there and instead released music in his Native country of Japan. It wasn’t that he couldn’t release anything in Korea, but it was a choice he had made, because he was still the insecure high school boy inside.

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“My mom, huh.” 

    Gabriel scrolls through website, dark orbs trained on mobile in order to waste time until their flight happened to land back onto Korean soil. He’s amused, evident in way corner of mouth twitches, giving of semblance of grin.  It’s true, his mother held a fondness over female, one girl he’d managed to introduce to her. Too bad the woman’s dreams of marrying off her youngest son had died out with his news of a separation between the two. To be expected, ah, but nothing really lessened the crush of it. Not that it truly mattered to Gabriel himself, they were still on friendly terms, which said a lot for someone like himself that had always avoided such relations in past; probably for good reason.  

   He places mobile down and off to side seat table, head turning to allow gaze full view of feminine visage. Digit twitch to move away single strand of female’s lock that have stuck to long lash and urge his more than inclined to resist; instead going to mess with single string along shirt fabric, “She surely loaded you up on food and gifts before you left, like making some offering to a deity or some shit.” he snorts, “I think my mom likes you coming to see her more than me –” His mother was rather warm hearted, contrast to his father and himself, both of whom seemed to lack in a ‘delicate’ touch as his mother had once stated. 

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Nari tilts her head, upon listening to the female,brows tightly knit upon each other as she puffs her cheeks. “Hmm… it depends on how big the actual mess you’ve drawn on the wall.” She rubs the back of her nape, smiling. “If it’s a small tiny… drawing, it could easily be washed by bleach actually… or so– that’s what my mother use to do…”