kim taehyung had always hated old-fashioned Cape Town with its bright, bad beaches. It was a place where he felt surprised.

He was a snooty, delightful, tea drinker with skinny hands and charming abs. His friends saw him as a bright, bad banker. Once, he had even rescued a vain baby bird from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.

kim walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. The sun shone like chatting blue bottles.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of sungjae. jeon was a clever coward with slimy hands and ginger abs.

kim gulped. He was not prepared for jeon.

As kim stepped outside and sungjae came closer, he could see the tasty glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want love," jeon bellowed, in a generous tone. She slammed his fist against kim's chest, with the force of 6104 frogs. "I frigging love you, kim taehyung."

kim looked back, even more worried and still the ripped newspaper. "sungjae, get out of my house," he replied.

They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two many, mushy maggots sleeping at a very brutal wedding, which had trance music playing in the background and two peculiar uncles thinking to the beat.

kim regarded sungjae's slimy hands and ginger abs. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered sungjae.

"Please?" begged kim with puppy dog eyes.

sungjae looked angry, her body blushing like a thankful, tasteless teapot.

Then she came inside for a nice cup of tea.