***** "Hey! Don't you know not to do that in the middle of the sidewalk?!" You say, hurriedly pulling this weird young man up to stand. By this point, although most just ignored you and him in the middle of the sidewalk, some people glanced at the two of you and glared. You were starting to get agitated with all the unwanted attention. He had bumped into you and fallen on top of you while the ruckus behind you occurred and stopped suddenly, bowing his head as a sign of saying 'sorry'. "I'm very, very sorry. My English is no good," the young man says, his deep voice laced with a thick accent. He stands up from his bow and towers over you, giving you a smile that reminds you of a box. "You're not from here, are you?" You ask. "I from Korea," He replied. "My name is Kim Taehyung. What's yours?" ***** (A/N: I wrote this when I was 13, and came back to give it a somewhat "ending." Don't expect too much; I apologize for any inconsistencies and meh writing! Thanks for reading :D)
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