After a long dip in the hot tub, you decided you were ready to go. You will only be in London for a week so you would rather make the most out of the time you have got.
You put on your coat and exited the guest house you were staying in. You searched for the nearest restaurant to have breakfast in with your phone as you started the engines of your car which you rented for the rest of the duration of your trip.
After a mere minute, rain had started to fall much to your dismay. You cursed out aloud--you were not used to driving in that type of weather as it always reminded you of an accident you had a few years back.
Suddenly, a man with a black umbrella in hand walked down the street and was only a few meters away from you. The two of you seemed much oblivious to the trouble you may have gotten in.
You finally looked up, with the most horrified expression on your face, before stepping your foot down on the brakes with a strong force.
You panted heavily. You could have just gotten someone badly hurt because of you zoning out in the wrong times.
You lowered the window beside you and bobbed your head out of it. "I'm sorry! Are you alright?" you shouted over to the man, trying to sound as fluent as possible.
He only kept standing still there, frozen from head to toe, and did not pay you any attention.
There was a loud ringing to be heard in his head, and it weakened his senses. It was more of a honking sound though, that one of buses.
He tried to get a hold of himself, but it was as if the world was muted. All he could hear was the deafening honking, and he put his hands over his ears. He covered them as tight as he could, in an attempt to drown the sounds.
You decided to climb out of the car and rushed to his side immediately. "Excuse me, sir. Are you hurt?" you inquired again in a concerned voice.
"Ah, yes," the man, Taehyung, replied in his native language absentmindedly after feeling a continuous tapping on his left shoulder. "Oh, you're Korean as well."
He faced the woman and his once startled face lit up with amusement. You were the passenger on the plane that he passed by the previous day. The one who fell asleep reading his book, his fan.
"This won't work. Get in," you told him, grabbing his wrist and walking him over to the door of your car. You opened it and motioned for him to take a seat with a 'go on' look painted on your face.
Taehyung hesitated briefly.
He had always been wary of strangers but that fear had completely left his heart at that moment. He accepted your offer.
"Where do you want to eat?" you questioned him, taking him quite by surprise. "What?" He was confused--he had no idea why you were asking him about food all of a sudden.
"I almost landed you in the hospital. I should treat you to something nice," you explained frankly to make sure Taehyung understood as you turned on the radio to listen to a few songs.
He laughed like a little kid, showing a cheerful boxy smile. You were talking casually with him as if you were childhood friends when you did not kmow each other's names yet and he loved it.
You rolled her eyes nonchalamtly. The man could have just gotten himself seriously injured and now he was giggling by himself.
Is he a lunatic? Possible. But we all know his laugh sounded like music to your ears.
"I know a good Japanese restaurant around here. We should go there," Taehyung said before proceeding to tell you to turn to the right street.
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