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you wandered aimlessly around the grocery store with the trolley gripped firmly in your hands. careful not to bump into anybody with it, you steered it through the narrow aisles with close precision.
you had moved to seoul just a few days ago so you were pretty new to everything; especially the unique language which differed so much to your own. you only knew enough phrases to get you by - maybe to have a simple conversation, but nothing more.
you searched and searched and searched for your favourite snack, which seemed to be nonexistent as you roamed the stacked shelves. you felt frustrated. it's not like you could have asked one of the workers because you didn't know the translation.
"you look lost." a muffled voice stated and you spun around, almost knocking over the entire rack of shelves with the trolley in the process.
standing in front of you was a rather tall man wearing dark sunglasses, a long, purple button-up coat and a black cap. you couldn't see any of his facial features, just his nose which supported the frame of his glasses.
but then you realised. he spoke to you in english, the language which you understood.
"i am." you admitted before asking him if he knew of the whereabouts of your favourite snack.
he shook his head before stuffing his hands into his coat pockets. "unfortunately not, but i can try and help you. i've never been to this neighbourhood before."
"i'm (y/n), by the way." you felt the need to introduce yourself to the mysterious boy.
"i'm jisoo."
bowing, you returned what you thought was a smile. you couldn't exactly tell due to the mask covering his mouth.
"why are you wearing sunglasses? if you don't mind me asking. we're indoors."
he chuckled and leaned forward, his hot breath close to your ear. "not to brag, but i'm kind of a big deal around here."
"who are you, like?" you joked and laughed quietly. "an idol?"
the proximity of his face between yours didn't increase. instead, he leaned forward impossible closer.
"yes, i am. please don't say anything."
you laughed but the sincerity in his voice made you think that maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.
"how am i supposed to believe you? i can't see your face."
"that's the point, (y/n)," he chuckled. "follow me."
without even thinking, you nodded and obliged. he lead you to the aisle which stored racks of magazines, before crouching down and selecting a specific one.
