~*Kuiyeowo Sarang/Cute Love*~ A Modern Romance RP {ADV LIT}{1 Male Open}
 

~ * L e e H a e j u n g * ~

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-------The sky was a gorgeous aqua with a splash of cerulean here and there, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Haejung couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised at its beauty, and also at the fact that she had made it twelve whole days without another loss in her epic war with gravity on the way down the ladder to her bunk. In fact, she was about to add that to her tally of victories when she face-planted on her floor. You see; Haejung was probably the biggest klutz that you'd ever know. One of her greatest achievements in the realm of klutzonomy was the ability to trip over a single well-placed strand of hair and sometimes even air. After several more battles with gravity while trying to stand, Haejung picked herself off the floor and, with a stretch, went to go get ready for the day. In no more than twelve hours–well, maybe that's a stretch–two hours, Haejung left her apartment and began her half-mile trip to Kuiyeowo Sarang for breakfast. As per usual, Haejung had her mp3 player blasting DBSK and Big Bang through huge black Skullcandy headphones. Sometimes she wondered if she should wear her earplug headphones instead of risking the ruin of the curls she woke up early to perfectly style, but she just liked having big DJ style headphones, especially in a world where people hide their love of music with tiny concealable headphones. It is also much easier to offend someone with earplug headphones, because many times, it's hard to tell when someone is listening to music with earplug headphones in. There's also the hearing damage those little buggers cause, and there was no way the aspiring songstress could afford to damage her hearing.

-------More than anything, Haejung wanted to sing. She wanted to make others feel the way she did when she heard a beautiful song. To feel as though the soul has been uplifted even if the lyrics are in an unknown language. The first time Haejung felt this, she was ten and she heard the American song "Reflection" by Christina Aguilera. The emotions the were brought to her through the combination of sounds brought such a catharsis in her that, even though she had no idea what the song was about, she decided she wanted to sing one day. Instead of bringing negative emotion with her music, she wanted to bring peace and happiness to a person's heart. That was her dream, to soothe the savage earth.

-------Halfway to her destination, Haejung sat down on a bench in a park she passed through every morning on her way to work, and stretched her ankles. Today was not a good day to have worn stilettos; then again, no day is good for stilettos when you walk everywhere. Even more than she was a klutz, Haejung was a terrible driver. There was no denying it. Still though, she couldn't keep herself from wearing them. They made her feel beautiful, and, well, beauty is pain, isn't it? Yes. Yes, it is, and these stilettos were hot. That's all that really matters, isn't it? Ah, what she wouldn't do for five pairs of strappy stilettos–a single purple pair just wouldn't do–because you know what? She rock in stilettos, 'ho!

-------With a sigh at her own, very obvious, failure at life, Haejung picked herself off of the soon to be lonely park bench and smoothed out her stone grey skinny jeans. After adjusting her hair and changing the song streaming through her headphones to a more favorable one–"Choosy Lover," a Japanese song by Dong Bang Shin Ki (If there was one thing she had been naturally good at it was language. In her mind she had even adjusted the beginning English of the song to "Ooh. Hey TVXQ. Sexy. You're sexy. It's sexytime; CHIKACHIKA bed-now." Oh buddy, those were five of the sexiest pieces of man-flesh she had ever laid eyes on. What are you talking about, Haejung didn't have ulterior motives for choosing SM Entertainment as the company she wanted to be a part of. Of course not. What kind of girl do you take her for?)–Haejung made one last check to make sure her purple paisley silk baby-doll dress was not hiked up in the back, and then set off for Kuiyeowo Sarang again.

-------Haejung almost skipped her way to the café. Almost because she couldn't really do so in stilettos, but there was a hop in her step. Now, this might have been because of the cheerful beat coursing through her body from her headphones, or because of the thoughts of the deliciously scrumtrillescent hunks of man-flesh who serenaded her soul. Curiously, it was because of a delicious slice of man-flesh heaven a little more local and available than the musical gods that invaded her ear canal. Taehyun was all sorts of delicious with an extra helping of bowchikawawow and a side order of DAYUM-I'd-like-to-tap-that. Of course, Haejung would never say that out loud. That would just be tacky, and of course, Haejung was the epitome of not-tacky. Not to mention, Haejung would often joke of sexual related things, but, true to herself, Haejung planned on remaining a virgin until she was completely sure that the man she is with is the one for her. Unfortunately, she was not currently "with someone," but she was hoping that would change soon. And by hoping, I mean yearning. And by yearning, I mean that every now and then when she is sure nobody is looking, she'll peer up at the heavens and shout, no, scream:

-------"WHY?" But man, that Taehyun was a QT-Q; one smile of his could send her into euphoria for the entire day and there was no denying that even with her morals about sex, she wouldn't mind it all that much if he pushed her against a wall somewhere out of the blue and forcibly violated her mouth with his own. No, she wouldn't mind that one bit.

-------Actually, that would be amazing. Could you get on that, god? Please and thanks.' She smiled internally at the thought. She stopped for a moment at a shop window and eyed a pair of bright orange pumps. Why hello there,' she thought. I will be coming back for you on my break. Most definately.' Whoever said 'diamonds are a girls best friend' was an idiot. Shoes are a girls best friend; lots of shoes, her secret lover. Seeecccreeet llooooveeers~ [[OOC: Highlight the blank space for a secret message from Haejung.]

-------As she neared the café, Haejung took her headphones off of her ears, letting them lay comfortably around her neck as she lowered the volume to where it was audible to her only. She took a deep breath and entered the café. Putting on her biggest smile, Haejung greeted every one in the café with a cheerful:

-------"Annyeonhaseyo!" Haejung was surprised though, that she had made it here sooner than most of the other regulars. This was especially surprising due to the fact that Haejung was habitually late to everything. 'I wonder where everyone is,' she thought to herself as she took her normal seat on the black couch in front of the window overlooking the street. She peered out the window and noticed a few dark clouds had began to cover the sky she had admired that morning for being crystal clear and majestic and frowned as if mother nature was mocking her. She hoped that no one else had failed to check the weather this morning and left their umbrella at home. Haejung sighed once again and leaned back on the couch as she awaited her waiter to take her order.

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Unlike Soyeon, Daehyun actually had checked the news on the television in his dorm. He liked rain! Truthfully, he didn't really like super-sunny days. So, he'd gotten up early that morning and taken a walk. He walked down the street, past The Blooming Lotus, wondering if that cute girl was working today... what was her name? Li-something. Yu-ling? Maybe, but he didn't think so. Yoolee? Yes, that was it!

The scholar, thin and slightly paled from being indoors too much, paused outside the shop. He wondered whether it was open this early, then decided it probably wasn't. Maybe he could make something up, buy something for his mother if she was? But that would require talking to her.... nah. He didn't really want to talk to her... What if she wasn't nice? Or, worse, if his knightly do-good deeds didn't impress her! No, he didn't want to think about that at all. "But she might like me. I haven't talked to her yet. I only know her name from the tag she wears when she's working... But, what if she thinks I'm creepy? I mean, I only walk by here every morning and wave." A sigh escaped him as he walked on by.

It was then that the wrath of a pissed-off God descended on him from above, in the form of raindrops falling harder than the swords of angels thrown from on high. Of course, Daehyun liked rain, so it wasn't that big a bummer, and he'd known it was coming, so it wasn't any kind of massive surprise. Still, the force with which his skull was bombarded forced him to reconsider the idea of a morning walk through the torrential downpour of death. Once that was taken into account, his plans for the day changed drastically. He remembered the Kuiyeowo Sarang was conveniently nearby, and besides, didn't Yoolee hang out there? And that other girl, the one who reminded him of beans... Soyeon! Yeah, her. She was cute too, but probably out of his league. Sometimes he thought it was good that he stuck to his history... Really, who cared about the political nuances of the fifteenth century but him? He sighed, walking slowly to the cafe with a slightly distracted stride.

It was because of that fact in particular that Dae arrived soaked to the bone and shivering slightly. He opened the door to the cafe and sat down at a booth, currently having no desire in particular for anything but warmth. When the conveniently NPC server came to take his order, he chose an Americano coffee and leaned back into the seat, a thoughtful look on his face. He pushed the hair plastered on his face out of the way and waited quietly. Suddenly, he realized that he'd forgotten his history texts, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, since the doors of heaven had opened and God had decided to flood the world once more. He was glad for his rare good fortune.

It was then that he noticed Mihi's graceful descent to her bottom on the floor, standing up. Walking to stand beside Mihi and giving her a little smile, he spoke. "I think I have an extra shirt in my bag." Huzzah for being a student and carrying all kinds of baggage everywhere! "It might be a little big, but it'll cover everything." The scholar gave her a little shrug. "But I don't mean to bother you. If you want the shirt, I'm over there." He pointed to where his bag sat at his booth. "I'll, uh, go sit down now..." Shy guy is shy. He began to turn, intending to walk back to his previously chosen seat, although if Mihi chose to speak to him he'd surely stop.

♥Choi Yoolee♥

I [believe] in only you and me
Never gonna give up, we can see
Happiness and sadness, together
[We are gonna double take it!]

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Yoolee tiptoed about the apartment she shared with Sunhee in the wee hours of the morning. She set her alarm clock for five, but in actuality sat awake for an hour, truly getting up at six. She was afraid of accidently waking her roommate so early and potentially upsetting her. Though the neon pink socks on her feet made sure that every move she made was a terribly clumsy one that announced to the world her presence. After a particularly loud dish mishap in the kitchen, Yoolee paused, held onto the nearest granite countertop and sucked in a deep breath. She waited silently for a minute, watching the second hand idly tick away on a small, traditional clock that hung on an adjacent wall just inches from her face. “That was close.” Yoolee whispered once she determined it was safe to move again.

Yoolee slid across the kitchen floor, through the hallway, and directly into the bathroom. She wouldn’t emerge from this convenient room for a solid hour. Once the door finally creaked open a bright-eyed and refreshed looking Yoolee stepped out. Her dark was pin straight and tied back in the typically work-appropriate ponytail fashion. Two obnoxiously colored bobby pins, one green and its neighbor purple, kept her bangs from straying into her eyes and her line of vision. She wore a teal colored tank top, which had a slight silver sheen to it, layered over a white, lace camisole. A pair of dark-wash denim, skinny jeans covered her legs and the high-top part of her pink converse. Hey, working at a florist’s shop isn’t easy. I mean, heels are cute and all, just not too practical for a job where you’re standing on your feet all freakin’ day. Yoolee made her way as quietly as she could past Sunhee's room. She scribbled a quick note on the 'community' notepad by the front door to make sure her roomie was aware of her intentions to drop by the Cafe before she headed to work.

Yoolee slipped outside the door and checked it twice to make sure it was locked. As soon as she was sure her sleeping friend was safe from robbers, she headed out on her way. However, she immediately was blinded by the misleading sunlight outside her cool, dark living quarters. "Sometimes I wonder if the Sun is out to get me.." Yoolee mumbled, shielding her eyes from the glare with her right hand while she decended the apartment complex's stairs and exited out onto the street. The walk to Kuiyeowo Sarang wasn't a long one, but just minutes after she set out the strangest thing happened. At first, it was a slight drizzle, no big deal. By 'at first' I mean for a split second. After that, the previously mentioned 'slight' drizzle transformed into a ridiculous downpour. Her legs carried her faster than she had originally planned. Her eyes scanned the different, abundant business signs to her right as she ran by. That's when she saw it. Yoolee smiled widely as her hand reached out instinctively and yanked the cafe's door open. She let out a soft sigh of relief at the immediate loss of water pressure on her scalp, but wasn't too pleased with the cool, numbing effect the air-conditioning had on her exposed skin. Yoolee hesitated slightly, but went ahead and sat at her usual spot, a small table in the far corner. She was oblivious to the puddles she trailed across the floor.

Even the pain can be [beautiful]
Only when the feeling is for you
Future will be always on my side
[I am gonna double take it!]

Sunhee was not one to wage war with the alarm clock on days like this. Today was her little sister Heejin's birthday and she had no idea where she was. Her expression was unusually somber as she went through her morning routine; a mile or two to jog around the park and after that a long shower. It took a bit of time to get her hair styled but it was easily the longest part of her regimen. Minimal make-up and simple clothing pieces made for quick dressing. Today she chose a flowing teal dress that hit just above her knee and strappy canvas wedges. Perfect for the balmy weather. This morning her movements held no enthusiasm however, Sunhee's usual zeal lost in the significance of the date. She reached for her phone, intending to call her agent, Hyunsook, surprised when it rang as soon as her fingers touched it.

Daddy.

The word flashed at her from the screen and she made a face, her eyes filling with tears. Don't cry. Don't cry. He'll hear it in your voice. Sunhee pressed the button and held the speaker to her ear.

"Sunny?" her father asked, using her childhood nickname. "Good morning. I'm sorry if I woke you sweetheart."

"Not at all. I've been awake for a little while. How are you?" They made small talk for a while, skirting painful subjects with some measure of tact and a few awkward silences. Father was pretending he was simply calling because he missed her but both were well aware of the truth. He was calling because of Heejin. Because today she was ten and he could not put his arms around her and sing Happy Birthday in her ear. He wouldn't be able to flatter Mother by lauding the fruits of her womb, complimenting her on all her good work in raising two fine daughters. When they hung up, there was a loaded pause as each waited for the other to say the words they desperately wanted to hear. He managed to stumble over his I love you and hung up quickly. Sunhee nodded to herself, answering once the line had gone quiet. "Love you too."

To take her mind off their conversation, she busied herself with straightening the apartment. Sunhee moved as silently as possible lest she wake a possibly still sleeping Yoolee. It was only after she had scrubbed the fridge that her nerves were steady enough to speak to Hyunsook. He gave her a list of audition dates and advised her to take a sweater and an umbrella. Apparently the forecaster predicted a sudden change in weather sometime today and the last thing her agent wanted was a sick actress when casting for winter dramas was going to begin. Sunhee did as she was told and consulted her watch. There was still time to spend an hour or two at the cafe before work. Time for some pulled tea and something... apple.

No sooner had she walked a block than the sky began a re-enactment of Noah's flood. She darted into a covered door way and fumbled with her umbrella, glad for Hyunsook's mothering. Sunhee made it to Kuiyeowo Sarang dryer than most, her legs dripping but her hairstyle still intact. And her clothing for that matter. Taking one look at Mihi, she marched over and tapped her on the shoulder, offering the soft gray cardigan she had brought. "Do you want to use this?" It might help cover up her... assets.

Park Sunhee


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The night before was a blur of color and light, rich in sound but lacking in substance. A sour taste in his mouth and the compressed feeling of his skull speaking of a long night with alcohol. Taehyun yawned and looked to his left, realizing he had a bedmate. She was still sleeping, lying prone beside him with her arms crossed above her head. Blonde. At least it was a good dye job. He pulled gingerly at the tangled sheets, catching a pleasant eyeful of the girl. Maybe it was silly fear but he had a habit of making certain he had not allowed something... less than desirable into his home. After all, if he had a really good time, he often did not remember just how good it had been. Smooth porcelain skin and mile-long legs made Taehyun grin. Of course, how could he have doubted his own good taste? Her pert little bottom screamed at him for a squeeze or a smack. Perhaps Tae could get away with just a tiny pinch. No, no. The absolute last thing he wanted was some clingy club brat batting her lashes in an attempt to be coy and wanting 'together' time. It would be terribly awkward when he told her to get dressed and go. Not bothering to look for his pants, or even his underwear, Taehyun left the large bed and padded across the apartment toward the bathroom.

His home's austere, modern lines suited his taste but the sleek blue cocktail dress puddled beside the chair was not his idea of an appropriate rug. Taehyun kicked it over to her shoes, cursing when the slinky material caught on his foot and refused to let go. It was like some horrible metaphor for women in general. Clingy, needy creatures that constantly wanted him to give up the things that made him happy. Had anyone peered into his wide windows, they would have been surprised by the show he was putting on, hopping around in the buff with a scowl on his handsome face. At last, he managed to fling the dress aside, giving the bed a nervous glance.

It was not that he was afraid of women, Taehyun told himself after one last glowering look at her belongings. He just hated to deal with the tears and the fury and the way they sometimes stalked him. Why couldn't it just be a fun lay? Every star in the heavens received his ardent prayers when he came across sensible women like that, tears of joy filling his eyes while he carefully recorded phone numbers for future use. Taehyun took a hot shower and crossed his fingers the blonde in his bed was that sort. Kind of hard to tell when she was not yet conscious... He was actually becoming a tad concerned for her health until she muttered something and rolled over. Keeping his eyes on her, he dressed in dark jeans and a gray tee emblazoned with silver foiled graphics. Tae's kind gesture for the stranger in his bed was a note on the nightstand beside a glass of water and a pair of aspirin tablets.

I'm afraid I had an early morning. Thanks for a great night. The aspirin and water are for you. You'll probably need them after the tab we ran up at Toxic. Leave me your number and please let yourself out.

He did not bother signing it. It wouldn't matter if she remembered who he was or cared to know. In fact, cute as she was, he'd lose no sleep if he never saw her again. Maybe it was time to get himself a girlfriend for a little while instead of tiptoeing around his own home in the wee hours of the morning. Taehyun sighed and left, heading for his favorite haunt. He usually spent a good deal of the day Kuiyeowo Sarang and a cup of strong black coffee was his customary drink after a hard night. And why not? It was a quiet place with good atmosphere and pretty girls, though he was loathe to date any of them. The absolute last thing Taehyung wanted was to ruin the one spot he felt truly at ease outside of his own home. Even the short walk there was somewhat cathartic.

Still... some of the regulars were real babes. The one named Haejung had the most delectable lips he'd seen in a long time. Before his thoughts could wander into more scandalous territory, the sky released a deluge, effectively cooling down his raging hormones. Taehyun ran the last leg of his walk, shaking himself off as he entered the cafe and offering other soaked patrons a congenial smile. "It's practically biblical out there," he said, ruffling his short, dark hair. Hopefully it didn't keep up all day, Tae thought as he sank into an empty seat and ordered plain black coffee.

Idk how to erase it completly

The sun shone in brightly through Sungbae's window. It splashed over her face to remind her the world was turning without her. She pressed a pillow firmly over her face and attempted more sleep. After a few restless minutes of laying in bed hoping sleep would take hold, Sungbae removed the pillow from her face and threw it across the room. Once again she would be up before she wanted to. Making a mental note to put up darker curtains in her bedroom, she stretched her arms over her head. Blinking a couple of times to adjust to the lighting, she threw the covers off and stepped onto the rugged seventies shag carpet. Pushing from the bed she lifted herself to a stand.

The folding doors of Sungbae's closet swung open to reveal the modest amount of clothing that the girl could afford to fill it with. She pulled some dark washed jeans and her favorite metal band t-shirt from their hangers. The soft cotton-poly of her pajamas slid off smoothly. Unbuttoning the fly of her jeans and sliding the zipper down, Sungbae pulled the pants on with no problem. Then she pulled the t-shirt over head head. Turning around to face her bed, she spotted her denim jacket hanging over the bed post. Slipping this on, she was now dressed and in search of her shoes. Her black sneakers with a pink stripe running across them laid under her bed. She slipped these on without untying them.

On her way out of her apartment, Sungbae grabbed her silver laptop. The red light on her answering machine was not flashing as usual. The only person who ever called her was her mother, and even those were rare. There had not been much communication between her family since she had told her father she did not wish to be a part of the church. This infuriated the man, but he tried his best to change her mind. When he discovered her new profession as a romantic novelist, he disowned the girl claiming she needed to reconstruct her priorities. However, Sungbae loved to write the 'smut' her father disapproved of. Since then their relationship has been a bit strained.

Sungbae covered her mouth as she yawned. She was not a morning person, but this early start gave her plenty of time to work on her next novel. Keys jingled as she picked them up and left the apartment, only turning around to lock the door. As she lightly trotted down the steps and out of the apartment complex, she felt the beat of the sun against her skin. The warmth of the sun woke her up. Now she was on her way to Kuiyeowo Sarang for her daily cup of coffee. today she would just show up earlier than usual.

It was only a block or two to the cafe, so Sungbae walked. With all the new ideas she had thought up the night before, she was eager to get typing. Her hand slipped inside her jacket to make sure she her Zune was still in there. With the laptop perfectly balanced under one arm, Sungbae unraveled the ear buds from the mp3 player. She adjusted them into her ears and cranked the volume on her Microsoft made music player. Loud screams and guitar solos blared into her eardrums as she strutted her way to the cafe. Her lips shaped the words that were coming through the head phones.

The cafe came into view as the song came to an end. Sungbae pushed open the door and stepped in. A chime rang from the above door which she never heard. She popped one of her ears buds out as she headed for the booth in the back of the place. That was her favorite seat for two reasons. The first reason was someone had to go out of their way to other her. The second reason was there was there was a electrical outlet under the table which she could plug her laptop charger in to. This allowed her to stay for longer than her two hour battery allotted.

A waitress in the uniform apron came to stand by Sungbae. The gir llooked a little younger than Sungbae. Perhaps she was a student needing some extra money after school. Sungbae had written a book on that once. It sold fairly well. "What can I get you?" the waitress recited as she had done so many times before. Without looking up from the lit screen, Sungbae said,"Your strongest coffee. Black." The waitress wrote down the order and went to get it. Usually she would ask if the customer wanted anything else, but she knew Sungbae, and the girl never ordered anything but her coffee.

Loud music and the click as her fingers pressed down on keys were the only sounds welcome to Sungbae. She did not even look up when the waitress set down her coffee. Her eyes followed the words as they formed on the screen in front of her. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, Sungbae wrote on as time went on without her. If it was a good day she might even stay until closing. Today was one of those good days. She lifted her coffee from its coaster and sipped. Her concentration never left the words on the screen.

♥Choi Yoolee♥

I [believe] in only you and me
Never gonna give up, we can see
Happiness and sadness, together
[We are gonna double take it!]

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Yoolee's head bobbed as she shivered. Where did Hyunsu think they lived anyway? The desert? She folded her arms across her chest, consistently rubbing her forearms to promote at least some blood flow. Water dripped from her hair occasionally, removing all hopes of a dry patch on her clothing. The bobby pins that had kept her face bang-free were now hanging loose and disheveled, allowing a few of the rebellious strands of damp hair to cling to her forehead. 'What a way to start off the day.. So help me God, if I find the thermostat..' She thought to herself as her bottom lip quivered from the cold.

“Hey Yoolee, how’re you today? Do you want your usual or something new?--"

Yoolee jumped initially in surprise. She had been so focused on her lowering body temperature that she didn't notice Chunho arrive late, let alone walk up to her table. Her chair sounded loudly throughout the cafe as gravity brought it back down to meet with the floor. "Oh! S-Sorry!" She spoke up, her cheeks burning softly. Well, at least her face wasn't numb, right? "H-Hwachae sounds great, Chunho. Thank you." She answered with a reassuring nod. Having only heard bits and pieces of what he had said to her, she didn't remember to tack on an update of her well-being.

Yoolee's eyes wandered, examining his features quietly. Her nostrils had picked up on the pungent scent of iron before her eyes found the odor's origin on Chunho's chin. She swallowed and mentally began chanting generic phrases such as, 'It's only a small cut Yoolee, no big deal.' or 'What're you so afraid of? You do realize your body contains blood too, right?' Without consulting her distracted brain first, her hand instinctively slipped a paper napkin from the container on the table and brushed the red liquid from his face softly, dabbing until all traces of the offensive liquid were solely on the napkin. "Are you okay, Chunho? You're bleeding, you know," Yoolee lifted the stained piece of evidence to show him. It didn't occur to her at that moment that she probably had violated his personal space by cleaning it off his face.

Even the pain can be [beautiful]
Only when the feeling is for you
Future will be always on my side
[I am gonna double take it!]

Hyunsu

The cafe owner was up bright and early, yes indeedy! He was hunting the evil-but-oh-my-god-so-delicious red beasties with a passion, as usual. He rotated a massive cleaver in his hand as he HACHAA'D! his way through a swiftly diminishing pile of whole strawberries to his right, halving and quartering them into two separate piles, respective of each. "OH I'VE GOT A LOVELY BUNCH OF COCONUTS...." came from his mouth as he worked, between HA-CHA!'s. "THERE THEY ARE-A...HA-CHA! STANDING IN HA-CHA! THE ROAD..."

All of this occured prior and up to everyone else's entry into the cafe; he was not interested in them yet! And then Mihi took her tumble to her bottom. "Where did it go?" He hopped the counter behind which he stood easily, setting the cleaver on the counter before doing so. "Miss Mihi! You saw it, where did it go?" Oh no, he would not let the gremlin get away this time! "No one saw a goblin mucking about?" The owner looked around at everyone, his eyes stopping at Chunho. Surely his favored employee could assist him in his quest to debrain the evil gobberins that annihilated all balance in his lovely girls! "CHUNHO!" He roared, then blinked, taking in his charcoal-covered face. A realization dawned on him. "CHOCOLATE! I NEED CHOCOLATE AND FUDGE!"

Obviously, his search for the goblin was done. It was only now that Mihi's question sunk into his slightly-psychotic-but-in-a-fun-way brain. "AND TOWELS. SOMEONE GET HER A TOWEL! AND SAFETY PINS!" He turned towards Mihi with a goofy grin on his face. "You like chocolate and fudge, yes? Everyone likes chocolate and fudge. Chunho, you give me a wonderful idea!" He hopped on the balls of his feet, clapping his hands once, loudly. "And might I add you look lovely today Mihi!" Never mind that she looked like a slightly beaten hooker, he thought she looked lovely. He thought all of them looked lovely. "And he wears nice shirts. You should wear his shirt." Hyunsu gave her another grin. "One day we will destroy that meddling goblin.... But CHUNHO! SAFETY PINS!" Apparently he enjoyed shouting. Well, duh. "And get Mihi whatever she wants free. Such unfortunate luck!" He hopped back over the counter, looking for chocolate and fudge. "RAIN RAIN GO AWAY...." He hummed as he searched, oblivious to most things at the moment.

Despite the slight smile that touched Taehyun's lips at the sight of Hyunsu's antics, he wished his coffee would come sooner. Taehyun had bristled at the sight of Sangmin so near his designated target. It was not that he had anything against the guy. He was just territorial. Taehyun had already decided he wanted a taste of Haejung and would suffer no other man's interference. He had been raised on his own after all. Sharing was not something that anyone had taken the trouble to instill in him and seeing Haejung smile for someone else right now... My toy, he thought possessively. The problem was how to insinuate himself without being too obvious about his displeasure. The place was starting to fill up with regulars and passersby trying to escape the downpour, so when his steaming mug arrived, Taehyun moved himself over to Haejung's sofa. He strode over with an easy confidence that had been developed over years of never having heard the word no. He eased down beside her and took a sip from his coffee. For a moment, he merely held the delicious liquid in his mouth, savoring the heat and fragrance before at last swallowing. Ahhh... Coffee.

"Looks like you guys were better prepared than the rest of us," he said to Haejung and Sangmin with an amiable grin, intruding on their conversation as casually as he could. His expression suddenly fell as he looked to Haejung. "You don't mind if I sit next to you do you? I don't want to break up any talk."

Of course she wouldn't mind. What woman in her right mind would? He was handsome and polite and well off, even if the wealth was not his own. Sangmin... Well, he might not mind either if first impressions meant anything. Taehyun seemed to suddenly remember his shirt was still quite damp. "Oh no! I'm sorry, Haejung. I'm going to ruin your lovely outfit like this. Of course, beautiful women like you would look flawless in even a burlap sack," he flattered in the most nonchalant voice he could muster, patting at himself with a napkin. "Still, I apologize if I've already made a mess. That was incredibly thoughtless of me."

A burlap sack? Yeah, she was the sort that could get away with things like that. Haejung would probably look even better in nothing but her skin and his bedsheets however. He'd been right about her lips too. They were positively mesmerizing. Regardless, it took all his willpower to keep his eyes trained on just Sangmin and Haejung. There were so many pretty girls filing in... Taehyun had the fear, a justifiably real fear, that he was going to start salivating.

Soyeon watched the scene in front of her. Watching Daehyun give Mihi a shirt he had, made Soyeon smile. She quickly hid that smile, by raising her hand slightly in front of her face. ‘He seems like a nice guy, kind of cute too…But then again… Why is he carrying around all that stuff?’

She placed her hand down after her smile went away, and pulled a text book out of her purse. She opened it, and found the homework papers she had left in there. Soyeon was suppose to interview three people. So far she had interviewed only one. That meant she needed two more. The homework wasn’t due for a few days, but Soyeon figured that she should get it done as soon as possible. The only problem was that she was running out of ideas on who to ask. . Really the survey was quite simple. She had to know the person’s name, gender, age, and career. Then she had to ask about their time in elementary school. One of the questions was if they thought they learned a lot in school. Another was if they had a favorite teacher. ‘I need to branch out more. It’s just so difficult to meet new people some times.’

So after asking one of her friends, she decided to try and ask some of the people here. She was here a lot, so she didn’t think it was too awkward. Plus she had spoken to a few people before, and they all seemed nice. The first person she was going to ask, was Hyunsu. He was a bit strange, perverse, and crazy…but he was also very nice! She wasn’t really afraid of him, because in her mind crazy meant harmless. I hope he doesn’t freak out by me asking him.’

Taking a few sips of her tea, Soyeon glanced over at Hyunsu. He was doing a lot of things all at once, as usual. She was sure he wouldn’t mind her interrupting him. Getting up, Soyeon walked over to the counter. She leaned over it, trying to get Hyunsu‘s attention.

“Mr. Bae…” She said, her voice started out quiet, and then ended loudly. Her face reddened a little “Umm… I need to survey three people for school, and I was wondering if you would mind answering some questions for me?”