It was one of the special skills of their squadron.
In the beginning, everyone had merely been trying to learn North Korean and Russian. Later, though they all discovered that simply learning to speak was not enough, they also needed to speak like those were their mother tongue. In order to be able to do this for their missions, everybody of their own accord began to explore more advanced ways of voice mimicking and controlling their vocal chords, muscles and breathing. After a few years of painstaking efforts. Several masters of impersonation were produced from their squadron. Lee Soobin absolutely was being modest in his word of choice when he said he was " pretty good " at imitating people's voices.
He used to be the number one master of this skill in their squadron. If he wanted to impersonate anyone, he could do it to the extent that it was as if he was possessed by that other party, let alone imitating Kim Taehyung, someone he was with every day. However, in the entire squadron, only Soobin had guts to dare blatantly impersonate him.
Therefore, Taehyung was very easily able to guess what was going on.
These last two years, he had been teaching Park Juno portrait drawing. The child was very talented, and in less than two years he had become rather skilled at it. Originally, Taehyung had been quite happily surprised at this. Who would have known that he would end up digging a pit dor himself to fall into? That day, after seeing Lalisa, Juno had put in great efforts to draw a portrait of her and then told everyone that she is Commander Kim's first love and she had come to Goseong. Consequently, these last several days, the entire group had been bursting with enthusiasm and sparing no effort in trying to, on the night, meet the person who could tame their Commander Kim.
Kim Taehyung ignored them.
But in less than two days, this bunch of bachelor soldiers were going to be scattered in all directions, with many miles between them, and likely would not see one another again. Moreover, by such coincidence, the girl was in Goseong right now. No real man would let this opportunity pass. Hence, they put together this whole melodramatic performance. Their intention had been very simple and innocent, they just wanted to see Commander Kim's first love.
They believed that your first love should be wonderful, or at least, it sounded really wonderful.
But to Lalisa and Taehyung, this was practically a catastrophe.
Lalisa's heart plummeted straight down. " It's no big deal. "
What could she say to a stranger?
" Miss Choi Lalisa. " Soobin, feeling as if he had been let off of a crime, clutched Lalisa's right hand excitedly.
" On behalf of mt second home, Goseong and on behalf of our squadron. I welcome you. You will love the steppe just like you love your own hometown. This is the place I... Ah, no! This is the place Commander Kim loves the most! "
The mist shrouding Lalisa's eyes still had not dispersed and with great difficulty she put on an unnatural smile.
The lad carried on chattering about how Goseong mutton was delicious and how Commander Kim had time on his hands now so Commander Kim absolutely had to bring Lalisa to try it.
Fortunately, Taehyung lifted his eyelids and gave Soobin a look that said, " Hurry up and get out of here. "
This time, Soobin was sensible enough to get the meaning and swallowed the abundant and lengthy words of welcome that he had prepared. " Well, uh, then you guys carry on! I won't disturb you anymore! "
Tossing out this last sentence, the lad slipped back into the crowd.
The person on the stage had been singing so happily that he had started another round of that same song and currently happened to be howling out these few lines of lyrics, " Forget—if you can... Oh, in one's life, what is there to cherish? Those who drift and wander aimlessly don't have the luxury of having love. "
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗔𝗗 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘 (a TAELICE adaptation)
Sonstiges𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿: I do not own this book nor the translation. All credits goes to: ➽ 𝐌𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐨 𝐅𝐞𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐨 - ORIGINAL AUTHOR 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭...