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Jongdae stared at Seohyun. What kind of disrespect–“Yes, Seo– I do in fact, know how to tie my shoelaces. Thank you for your never-ending concern. I, have completed elementary school, too, and have learned many things like: my times tables, how gravity works, and even– How to tie my shoes.”

He was met with an unimpressed face. Oh…. She wasn’t asking about the shoes.

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Dependent was a word Chanyeol wanted to alienate himself from to the highest degree.  Never again will he place his happiness in the hands of someone else, for such vulnerability could only end in pain on his end. He was familiar with this, yet he lay, shirt bunched from ceaseless tossing and turning with his laptop screen the only thing illuminating his room. Arms folded in front of him with his chin resting on his limbs. “Hm, so how’s it going there? You alright? Eating well?” He seemed casual asking this to his camera, though he truly cared for the answers. It’s been a while since he last saw joo hyun, nearly a month as she’d flown out to Europe to “research” their take on love is different from the east. Chanyeol thinks she went for the sake of it. Knowing that she was out there enjoying herself kept his mind at peace, but somehow he was restless without her usual bright presence illuminating the shadows he was too afraid to wander to. 

After two hours straight of typing out mindless answers, Seo finally looked up from her laptop, stretching her arms up to the sky as she surveyed the small shop she had decided to set up in. There weren’t many people there, so her eye was easily drawn to the girl dancing in the corner as though she weren’t in public at all. While it should have probably struck her as odd, she watched with an amused smile on her lips, and once the song came to an end, she made sure to applaud the girl from her seat. She did not expect for this to cause the girl to go over to her only to invite her to join. While Seo was never too light on her feet, she couldn’t find it in herself to turn the other down. “Uh, I guess- but don’t expect much!” she laughed and got up from her seat, glad to take a break from her work.

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“It’s been an hour and a half already, why don’t you get your ass moving.” 

Internship? What for? The boy asked dispiritedly, shifting his gaze to his instructor before flicking the piece of paper placed on his table. I knew it was going to be a hassle from the moment he told me to stay after lecture. He made a small frown to himself before looking up at his professor, giving him a small pout in a verbal replacement, hoping for a reconsideration— but gained nothing but a smack on the head with another slip of paper. He rolled his eyes with a groan. 

Daily Seoul— sounds like some kind of firm for newspapers, or some shit like that. Seungyoun whistled as he shrugged his ounce of conjecture, believing that his instructor must have gave him a direction to the right place. Seungyoun needed the internship credit to complete the course, but of course, he was way ahead of his game. He really just wants to boost his reputation by using me as his “honorary student,” to be real, but I guess I can give him the chance to boast.

—The next stop is, Digital media city. Digital media city. The doors are on your right.—

The subway announcement soon marked a halt, and Seungyoun luckily lifted his head up to check the sign, hurriedly sprinting his way out the doors. This is why I should never have both sides of headphones in. He mumbled to himself before feeling the outside of his pockets to check if he still had his phone intact. 

Daily Seoul, Daily Seoul. He echoed the the words out loud a few times until he reached a small building, lifting his chin up to squint at the sun and reading the signage. His earlier doubt on the map given to him, unfortunately, began to creep back up in his head as he found no relevance to an engineering firm whatsoever in the hallway nor the signs that showed directions to departments such as journalism, information technology, new media, and other categories that confirmed his confusion. The boy chewed on his bottom lip for a few seconds as his eyes wandered around the place, looking as if he was a lost dog— before waving his hand in front of a woman with a small smile. Business identification card was hanging on her lanyard, and he took a glance before tipping his head forward in a casual gesture.

“…Did you hear that?” The girl suddenly looked up from placing items on the counter to look up at the cashier, then looked out the large window. Outside, large, dark clouds had began to gather above them; there would be a big storm without a doubt. Seo couldn’t help but glance outside the window continuously to watch the sky grow darker as it thrummed insidiously, and without noticing, she began to shift nervously. Though she was quite fond of rain and its calming pitter-patter, she did not hold such fondness for the violent cracks of thunder that were fast approaching. Flinching when she noticed a flash of lightning in the corner of her eye, she paid for her things in hopes of leaving before the storm reached them. The deafening boom that sounded the moment she opened the door told her that would not be the case, and she immediately retreated to the spot she had been standing in previously, in front of the cashier. She smiled, as much as one could when they are currently scared out of their wits, and squeaked out an explanation, “Uh, I think I’ll just stay here for a while! No umbrella, you know.”

     ❝ Hm? ❞ Baekhyun looked up from his own basket and glanced outside at the collecting grey clouds, giving the girl in front of him in line a soft smile before he went back to lifting his groceries from the basket and onto the counter behind her own items.  ❝Ah, yeah, it’s supposed to storm pretty bad tonight. Hopefully I can make it home before it starts pouring, yeah? ❞ He chuckled quietly, not taking note of her discomfort.