The first time that Jongin saw her, she was munching on green onion pancakes. Her hair was tied back into a sloppy bun, and there were wisps of hair falling into her eyes, escaping the clutches of the elastic tie. She had winced, trying to chew at the piping hot pancake, and ended up blowing in between pouts, waiting for it to cool down.

She didn’t necessarily stand out, but he recognized her school uniform because it matched with his. He had sighed, weaving through crowd towards her, not particularly interested in talking to her.

“Hello.”

She doesn’t look up, still blowing at the pancake, and it took her a few seconds to realize that she was being addressed. Her wide eyes met his as she took a bite of food, and then nearly choked on it.

Coughing, she bent over before straightening up, “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?”

“Yes,” Jongin scratched the back of his head. “I recognized your uniform, and well, I’m new to around here. And very lost.”

“Aren’t we all?” She muttered wryly, wiping her hands on a napkin.

He wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so he chose to ignore it, “Do you know how to get to Yeouido Station?”

“Take a right around that large white building,” she pointed to the end of the street. “Keep walking for about a minute, and you can’t miss the sign.”

Jongin very much doubted that, because he was the best at missing si