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D, F, A
Baewon didn't see him again until three and a half weeks later. Being 12 years old, her interests pivoted more towards to learning how to play her elder brother's bass, playing with her nameless dog, and hanging out with her three younger siblings. Being a romanticist, she greatly admired the stars, though the boy from that one rainy day rarely came across her night sky.
Her instructions were to go buy some milk, some gluten free snacks, and also, for herself as well her father, some flan. Because who didn't like some flan? At least in her house, you had to.
At the mini mart, a few blocks from home, Bae struggled to juggle all that she held within her basket, which towered with all kinds of snacks. Holding a carton of milk in one hand, she fought the urge to buy all the flan, but not the magazine for latest comic edition of Wonder Woman.
Sticky fingers intercepted with a smooth decision between two magazines, due to her clumsiness and within the brief moment it took her to drop about five, she'd bent down, also lost some groceries upon the floor, as well as coming up for her head to meet with the shelf.
Bae grumbled before keening upon her bruised knees to pick them up, which twitched a barely noticeable wince upon her face.
She was much too preoccupied with the mess to notice a restrained laugh and the obvious offering of an avocado, which extended, as she soon followed the arm of the help, to the boy from before. Bae's mouth caved ajar with her eyes dilating, like the framed scopes to the maps for the stars.
He was bending over, one hand on his knee, and the other with the bruised fruit, before he joined her on the floor, as well. Structure fit his frame, reaching to his hands and feet. The boy appeared to be the epitomize of organization.
His only explanation, as to helping her, was the picturesque smile that could probably send the war of a thousand thunderstorms to the dispersal of a sunny day. What an astral marvel he embodied.
"Were they in this bag?" The boy asked, glancing up at Bae's eyes for an answer, which was a late nod. He mirrored her actions as they shoved the girl's products into the bag, even with him snatching a vacant basket for extra assistance.
The boy paused over the magazines, peering at her as he held them up.
Bae sheepishly grinned.
"Those? I won't be taking them. Still uh, gotta read the rest of the series." She returned them to their place as they both shuffled around to stand.
They both snickered, saying nothing, as both of them had a minimal amount of friends, which seemed to astonish both of the children's parents.
The boy pursed his lips in lapses of licking them since they were so chapped, as if he wanted to say something, unbeknownst to Bae. She was too preoccupied with her inability to give a response that could suffice for him, that could suffice for her.
"Well, thank you very, very much. I appreciate it. The rain should be coming back soon, so... have a nice day." With that, Bae bowed her head at him before trudging with imperfect speed to the cashier, immediately pulling out a petite card. A burst of a conversation spew, which Wonpil caught in an odd dialect of the language he knew.
He nodded, lingering before hearing the honk of his mother's car from inside. The clouds were shifting to the glory that the mighty cumulonimbus epitomized. When would he be able to give that umbrella back?
