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"Do you mind if I sit here?" Joohyun smiled lovingly at the person in front of her. She even laughs a little and gestures her hand and head to let the person sit beside her.
There are so many vacant seats but the person chooses to sit with her. Weird but Joohyun knows how it goes.
"I honestly want to sit alone but I felt uncomfortable that I'm the only person in the shop, then I saw you." The person said, smiling shyly.
"What if I'm not a person?" Joohyun smiled and secretly wiped the remaining tears on her cheeks.
"You're a Ghost?" The person panicked and was almost out of color.
"You're watching too much supernatural stuff. I'm only kidding." Joohyun laughed and put her hand on the person's shoulder and tapped it lightly. Joohyun thinks that the girl is funny.
"You are something. I almost believe you!" The person fan itself awkwardly laughs and Joohyun's eyes never leave.
Silence.
"I'm new here and I'm planning to find a room to rent." Maybe the person senses that Joohyun will not talk so it's the one that keeps the talking part.
"I don't actually know where to go." The person mumbled but Joohyun heard it. She is after all attentively observing the person in front of her. She looked at the person's belongings and smiled once again.
It was a big smile, gorgeous and bright.
Joohyun decided to cut her gaze and speak. "Looks like we're on the same page, but I'm going to the next city. Perhaps you want to go with me?"
"OMG! I would love to! By the way, my name is Wendy." Wendy extended her hand for a handshake and Joohyun accepted it with a grin plastered to her angelic face.
A mischievous smile is creeping into her majestic features.
"I'm Bae Jo-" Joohyun paused and cut herself. She looked at Wendy's hands in front of her, Joohyun's mind is running thousands of thoughts.
She'll do what she's best at.
Messing people's life.
"Irene.. just call me Bae Irene.

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hiraeth | seulrene (COMPLETED)
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