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❖ kai-jh, juxlay, sehunxdryad, jonginxcr

_{Ｄo Kyungsoo was a relatively curious young man— and this would indeed give some explanation as to why he was buried within the non-fiction section of Korea’s National Library. Unfortunately for Kyungsoo, he was also excruciatingly shy— thus eliminating any chance of him asking for assistance whatsoever. And so, he was presented with a predicament.}

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_{{`Kyungsoo’s brows creased into an unsightly frown; plush pair simultaneously pressing into a somewhat contemplative line. He merely eyed the unfamiliar for what would be deemed a brief moment, before breathing out a well calculated response. } So… We’re friends now?} 

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_{{/Jinri’s eyes remained trained on the male, his thoughts quietly overwhelming her own. Of course it was an unusual offer; a stranger asking to be let into another’s home, to help them with such a thing. However— stranger seemed to be the wrong word to her. She still couldn’t quite put her finger on the reason, though she was sure it would be found later on. Slouching down in her chair just slightly, she closed off her mind for the moment and raised a brow.} Well, only if you’d still like to. I wouldn’t want to force you to go wandering around with a— a stranger…. {/There was a note of distaste, the word seemingly forced from her. Meeting the male’s gaze for a brief moment, she turned her attention back towards the window.}}

_{{`Kyungsoo attempted to catch Jinri’s gaze– (or lack of thereof) with a small clear of the throat; scooting his chair backward a few inches. } But, you’re not a stranger anymore if I know your name… {`Words trailed off into what would seem to be a calculated sigh, before Kyungsoo stood rather abruptly from his seat; glancing down at the deformed pastry with a look of pure disdain. It was a leap of faith indeed– to trust Jinri like this– but then again, how would Kyungsoo expect to ever gain, if he didn’t take chances once in a while? } We… Should go while the weather is equable. {`Plush lips settled into a thin line; eyes darting to the door with a small murmur. } Cafe’s first?} 

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