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"Default" = spoken in Korean
"Italic" = spoken in English
"Bold" = spoken in Chinese
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"Default" = spoken in Korean"Italic" = spoken in English "Bold" = spoken in Chinese ——————————————

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2019•
Canada, Vancouver

Yoon Taeah shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as the cold breeze hit her skin, fast walking to the nearest korean restaurant.

The ahjumma greeted her warmly, welcoming her with a tight hug and gently telling her off for not wearing more, Taeah reassured her she was fine and the ahjumma tapped her head disapprovingly, "You're literally freezing right now, wear more next time or I'm not letting you in,".

"I will," Taeah smiled sweetly and the ahjumma sighed in defeat, knowing she will probably be this careless again, but of all the customers that came to the restaurant it was undeniable that Taeah was her favourite.

"So the usual?" Taeah nodded at the question, she came here too many times that the ahjumma can memorise her orders like the back of her hand. The restaurant was opened by the ahjumma, her husband and her 18 year old son, looking at the sight of the three having fun as they cooked made her smile unconsciously, she missed home too.

Yoon Taeah is korean as most can judge by her name, but she goes by her English name Angel here in Canada, she was born in Hong Kong and stayed there with her family, but she decided to study abroad due to the stress and here she was, studying in one of the most expensive boarding schools for her last two years of high school.

Her family wasn't exactly perfect but she went along with it, her parents divorced when she was little and things were complicated. Thats why she always longed for a complete and warming family, just like the three inside the kitchen.

"Taeah-ya, here you go, be careful when you leave okay?" the ahjumma said as she handed her her food, Taeah nodded, "I will, see you,".

The ahjumma smiled fondly as Taeah jogged out, humming her favourite song highway to heaven by nct 127. Yoon Taeah had that power, making everyone feel strongly fond of her.

Taeah hummed out soft tunes as she walked back to school, it wasn't very far but the cold weather seemed to have made the ten minute walk more torturing than normal. A few feet away an old woman was struggling to open the door as she was holding bags of groceries that looked too heavy for an elderly, Taeah walked up to her and offered to help with a smile, "Here, I'll help you with that,".

The old woman left out a relieved sigh when the door opened, smiling up at Taeah, "Thank you dear I was having so much trouble,".

"Glad to have helped, is there anything else I could help with?"

"Oh its okay dear I'm okay, thank you,"

Taeah beamed in happiness as she waved goodbye to the old lady, helping others was something she found fun to do, to others it must have looked pretentious but at least she tried, after all a bit of positivity won't hurt.





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