Autumn 🍂 || Sukhoon ||

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"He just arrived and is new I heard" Jihoon drinks his left Latte and stares at the newly arrived car and people taking out luggage from it. He nods.

"So the new man in the town is him?" He mumbled. Junkyu who was also sitting just beside him kept staring out of the glass window of the only café in that small town.

They belonged and lived their whole life in this small town located just near the most hilly area in south korea. It's a very small town with very few people, Usually people don't even know that this place exists in the map of South Korea so it's really hard to see such a expensive looking car in this small valley. Gyeoul-si, a town known for it's snowfall and pretty views, the people here all are friendly and warm.

The crowd slowly started getting away with hand full of luggage and walking towards the house of  richest lady in this town. She was a korean medicine expert but now she retired. Jihoon's eyes drifts back towards the car and which was now going back, moving on the path that took you out of the town. "Where's the man tho?" He asked Junkyu without removing his eyes from the car.

"He must have already arrived or something? I don't know" it was autumn and soon winter will arrive, the wind was chilly and blowing sharp like the edge of the knife, Jihoon's eyebrow shot up when he saw another car entering and stopping at the same place where the previous car was and the driver stepped out to open the passenger seats door.

There stepped out a small man with one umbrella in his hands. He wore all black outfit as if he just arrived to attend a funeral, still....he is beautiful. Jihoon gulped. The man was warmly wrapped. He was wearing a long coat and pant with a black scarf around. The man had a poker face, he didn't looked that happy to be here or he didn't even looked curious Enough to look around he just followed his driver taking small steps towards Mrs. Oh's house.

Jihoon blinked and almost checked him out he looked Rich, sad and black. That was all Jihoon can guess by his appearance right now but the man was indeed very pretty.

"Let's walk back home" Jihoon said and got up as quick as possible. He ran out of the café. The bell making sound as he opens and close the door behind but his eyes fixed on one person. Was he a magician? Why can't Jihoon take his eyes off from this person? The man whose pace was so slow stopped infront of Mrs. Oh's door and the door opened and Mrs. Oh Suhyun, the korean medical expert hugged the man lightly and he hugged back and she left some space for him to come in, so he did.

Junkyu clung his arms on Jihoon's shoulder "Is he pretty? Interested huh?" Jihoon glanced and shrugged.

"Nah, he is one of those rich kids maybe~ you know" he shook his head and Junkyu chuckled and just like that they walked back home chatting about this and that.

"Are you going to work today?" Jihoon nods at his mom's question.

"Oh, by the way. Mom! You know I saw the new man who was said to arrive today" his mom glanced back.

"Oh really?? How was he like?" Jihoon paused for a moment before speaking.

"Rich, black and quiet" his mom nods.

"Did he look like a bad person?" Jihoon shook his head vigorously

"Noo mom. He just looked—...I Don't know? Sad?" His mom nods.

"Now you should leave or you'll be late to open the shop" Jihoon sighs and took his beanie from the coffee table.

"See you later mom~"

"Hmm"

He walks with his hands in his pocket towards the locked up shop he owned. Jihoon studied painting. But he owned a book store, where you can paint, get coffee or tea and use computer with internet. He loves his shops and he spends most of his time there. About his income? He write and paints. He sells his paintings and sometimes his script ideas for movies and dramas. Junkyu is one of the best known musician in the town. No one knows but is a secret producer. He writes and compose songs and then sell them to companies in millions. That's what you get when you are born in a country where music plays an important role.

Jihoon's shop is just a few steps away from his house it's at a very peaceful place. Old? Yes a little but it looks cozy and comforting.

He opens up the shop turning the sign to open and does the dusting of shelfs and tables. Making sure the paint supplies were all at there original place and then setting up the coffee maker lastly. He turned on the light of his small cabin and settles down infront of the covered canvas that he left like this just last night.

His shop was open for all you can just come and visit all you need to pay for is if you decide to borrow a book or if you use internet. Other then that everything was pretty much free...oops I forgot also the Coffee & tea!

Jihoon smiles at the latest reviews on his new painting. They are precious to me too..
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The whole day the quiet tall man was actually not so focused like the usual days. He would space out and daydream. Now that he thinks...the new man didn't look sad, he looked more like lost and scared.

I wonder who is he?

*ring ring*

He glanced at the telephone and picked up the incoming call.

"Hello, Mizu bookstore here. How can I help you?" The other side was silent for a moment.

"Park Jihoon! The new man visited the café just now!! He is sitting in there" it was Junkyu.

"Yah! Kim Junkyu! Do you think I am so free to stalk that man?" He cuts the call and focused on the book in his hand.

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Maybe that was a lie...since Jihoon is currently sitting together with His weirdass best friend just infront of the café. Watching the man walking out with Mrs. Oh. They both had a cup of coffee in there hands and the man would mostly look down would only glance up once or twice. "He is indeed Quiet" Jihoon stated.

"That's obvious..." Junkyu agreed.

This whole town consistent of only maybe 200-300 people and everyone mostly knew each other, some lived in the city to earn money but those who lived here knew each other pretty well and so the new Rich looking stranger was more then interesting in these peoples eyes.

Especially in Jihoon's eyes