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Yuta's pov:
He's just perfect. Totally my style.

Maybe this situation isn't that bad after all.

Suddenly phone starts to ring. I assume that the owner of the device is Jia Lien, as she starts to look for it in her bag.
When the girl finally finds it, she immediately answers.
"Hey... yeah with Sicheng... I don't know about that... Really? And you?... Did you?! Wow! Ok, gonna be there soon.. Bye!" she almost shouts at the end.

Why does she have so much energy?

"As you've heard, I need to get going now, it was nice meeting you Yuta I hope we will meet again" she explains and  w i n k s  to me. Then she turns around to Sicheng and kisses him in the cheek "Take care, bye!" she yells, quickly takes her things and...

she's not here anymore.

I thought I would be relieved after she left, but apparently that's not it.
It feels awkward. Sitting there, looking at him and not saying a word.

How long has it been since she's gone out? One minute? Why does it feel like forever?

I continue staring at the sushi in front of me because I don't really know what else I'm supposed to do. Then Sicheng stands up and mumble something about making tea.

Ok, sure let's drink some tea. Good idea. But how should I start a conversation with him? I didn't even introduce myself properly. Neither did he. But we've been seeing each other around, so I guess it's... not needed? He knows my name already, right? And I know his is Sicheng. That's the only thing I know about him. I should probably ask about something basic. A safe option.

" So... Sicheng how do you like living here?" I finally break the silence.

Sicheng's pov:
Oh gosh.
What should I do?
Being alone with him makes me hella nervous. He's just asked me a simple question, but that caused my whole body to tremble. I hope it's not that visible. What would he think of me if he noticed how much I was shaking?

Reply! I have to reply somehow!
What was the question again? About living here? What to say... What to say... I want to tell him something that would make sense, but wouldn't be too boring at the same time.
Fuck it. I must respond!

"Uhmmm just fine" I utter after a while. I'm not even sure if he's able to hear me. But I can't help it. I don't have confidence.
"I'm still...you know... adjusting" I add, maybe a bit, just a tiny bit louder so he can hear it.

I'm not facing him at the moment, so I can't see his expression. I slowly take two cups from shelves above my head. I'm glad that I thought about preparing tea. It got me some time to calm down. I mean, I don't think I actually calmed down, but at least I'm still breathing. And he can't see how much I'm blushing. So that's good.

"Well I'm originally from Japan. I moved to Korea 5 years ago, but I still clearly remember how lost I felt when I came here for the first time" he recalls and that makes me feel... a bit better, I guess. We have something in common, after all. We're both foreigners and the fact that he mentions it, makes me believe that he understands me. At least a bit. Because he was in the same situation once.

" Ye-yeah same for me" I carefully turn around because I'm aware that I can't continue talking to him like that forever. It's rude to avoid facing your conversationalist.

"Where did you move from?" he asks while smiling softly to me and taking a sip of warm drink I handed him.

"Zhejiang" I answer and try to smile back, but I'm sure it looks weird and unnatural. So I have problems even with smiling normally now?!

"Ohh I see. I know from my own experience that having people around can help a lot. Even if it's stressing at the beginning, because you don't know them. When I think about my past, I'm really thankfull to my friends. I don't know what would I've done without them... But how is your Korean? Am I not talking to fast or something?" he looks concerned, as he realises that I probably can't speak Korean well.

Talking to him while making eye contact is even more difficult. Distance between us is smaller than ever. He can see my every move and every gesture. It's nerve-racking. My hands are still shaky, so I put them in pockets of my jacket.

" It's... listening is... better than talking. Myself I can't speak...very well" I say every and each word slowly. This must sound funny. I have to put more effort into learning. I definetely have to!

"You don't have to worry. Before I came here I've been taking korean classes for half a year, but it still was challenging for me to have normal conversations with people" he confesses.
And maybe it's just my imagination, but I've got a feeling like he talked in a different way. He articulated clearly and a little slower to make it easier for me to understand. Maintaining a very friendly attitude. I feel strange warmness in my heart (which is still beating unbelievably fast) because of his kind behaviour.

I sit down and start to drink my tea.

"Aishh!" I blurt. The liquid is hotter than I expected. Yuta sniggers looking at me and I feel my face is turning red.

He picks some pieces of sushi and starts to eat. He looks like he enjoyes it. I observe him while drinking - this time I do it slowly and carefully.

He truly is gorgeous.

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🎶🎵🎶🎵
dripping dripping love love
ne mame tab tab
gipigipi deo deo
cheoeumen gabyeobge
jeokshida deo
gadeukhi neomchige
that is dripping dripping dripping love
🎶🎵🎶🎵

I can't get this song out of my head...
I can't stop singing it either...

Thanks for reading everyone <3
~noebedre

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