1-Into The Unfamiliar Place

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Okay.

Okay.

So... 

This is where I live now huh?

Kinda dusty really.

I mean, what is this?

There is dust here and there...

Well, I take that back...

There is dust everywhere!

I can't stand dust! I have breathing problems and allergies... 

But anyway, this is all I can afford...

Welcome to home, Kim Eun Jung...

I have a feeling this place belonged to some old woman who loved cats. This place literally smells like cats.

The house might look a bit.. um... dingy, but it sure has a good atmosphere.

A nice working television, a squishy fat couch and bed, and a hugeeee balcony.

Hey, that's all I need to survive!

Although it's nice, this place does feel a bit lonely.

I am really extroverted, so it feels odd. 

But, whatever.

I got a home!
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Ugh, what time is it?


OH NO!

I

overslept, it's too late now for breakfast!

Maybe running to the café is going to help? I mean what else am I s

I had a new idea on my mind for a story that kept me awake half the night. So I am off to the café to write my novel. It is a popular café, where lots of artists, composers, and authors come to write. The café has a peaceful atmosphere, and this place gave birth to many ideas...

Oh no! It's full. Screw that, I should have come earlier. Why do I sleep so much?

"Is this seat taken?" I ask this guy with a hoodie, who was alone, deep in concentration on his writing.

"Huh?" He raised his face.

He was a very handsome guy. I suddenly felt shy for asking him. I studied his face. He has this serious look about him, which also looks kind of silly. He looks very intelligent and interesting.

"Oh, you may! I'm sorry, I was concentrating on my writing." He motioned his hand over the chair opposite to him.

"Wow! Are you an author?" I asked him.

"Nope. I compose music. Do you compose music too?" He stared into my eyes. I couldn't help but blush. I was still feeling shy.

"No, I write novels..." I said. His voice was smooth and silky. His eyes twinkled, as he bit his lower lip...

"Oh, I see." He tilted his head and smiled at me. He was very polite, very charming. But I could see his hidden smirk. Huh.

"Your name?" He asked.

"Kim Eun Jung." I smiled at him.

"And yours?" I asked him.

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