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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