_{Kyungsoo had discovered the return address upon returning home; splayed fingers carding through messily styled tresses as he expelled an audible sigh. Of course Kyungsoo wasn’t familiar with the address– though, he didn’t expect that he would be. But after a struggle-and-a-half with his laptop, and some 45 minutes later, he’d managed to map out the co-ordinates.}

_{Tomorrow’s schedule: return the novel.}

_{He meandered his way through the streets of Seoul without too much trouble; makeshift map messily scrawled onto his forearm and the novel securely tucked under the other.}

_{Kyungsoo’s steps soon came to a halt; ebony hues flicking to peer down what he presumed to be the correct street– unless the sign posts were lying. Kyungsoo hoped that they weren’t.}

veiledyifan:

{`tilts his head a bit curiously, his smile only growing wider as he nods to your words}  Let me try again? {`extends his hand out to you with a grin} Hello, Kyungsoo. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Kris.

_{{`Kyungsoo accepts the offer of a handshake with a satisfied hum; taking the latter’s hand only to shake it but thrice. } So, {`he says simply, now tucking both hands into the confinements of denim pockets. } Now it’s the part where you tell me about yourself– right?}

halcyonluhan:

_{The tiny droplets of the rain, pouring against the ground with silent drops of the water tapping against the top of the building of his bakery. It was raining, in the middle of summertime a bit rare and unusual but Luhan didn’t question about it since he wouldn’t get a proper answer about it anyways.}

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_{Kyungsoo peers up at the appearance of the assumed-to-be baker, lips tucking inside his mouth to stifle a light hum. A slender finger hovers over the glass; but never presses to it, pointing directly toward some sort of cream-filled pastry.} 

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