#wnjun

“Yes…” She starts, promptly switching to Mandarin – she’s discovered it’s a lot easier to sound sad and soulful and dramatic when you don’t have to stumble over your words, and she doesn’t have to worry that Jun won’t understand her. “I was living happily in Taiwan with my family, when an evil group of girls decided I would be exactly what they needed to boost the height average of their villainous team, and they stole me away… I’ve been forced to stay with them ever since!”

“Now just think of the upgraded version of it: you’re unable to find the word in Korean, and the person says ‘Oh, no problem, I can speak Mandarin too, say it like that!’ …but you don’t know it in Mandarin either. Just, you know, Hokkien, which is so obscure that apparently no one knows it in all of Korea.” She pointed out, scrunching her nose up in distaste. “Like they’re giving me so many chances to redeem myself and I still fail.”

( * &&. ; SORN ) shook her head as well, a calm smile resting on her lips. she was fine, and it wasn’t too rough to her. though she was smaller than him, it still didn’t push her that hard. her gaze finally connected with his, giving a reassuring smile.  “ I’m fine! It’s alright. I’m still sorry that I bumped into you, but at least we are both alright. ”