First of all, stay safe for everyone in japan (and hongkongers too), and i got a poll below

She sees her from a distance stirring a steaming glass of coffee. Loose shoulder hair and one or two covering her eyes hiding what was really behind those eyes. Not met her often as a child does not mean she does not know her. Wonyoung heard a lot about her as someone who was sent to England to complete her education or some sort. A prodigy to both families, that she heard the family had wanted an exchange, making her a Jang by agreement on paper.

“You sure have a habit of daydreaming in public.”

Yet she was stuck on her ground. That fact didn’t lead her anywhere. She couldn’t get mad. She didn’t have the heart to.

“I can’t hear you, Ahn.”

The little tiny heart wants the otherwise.

“It’s almost dawn, we have to go back since your press conference starts at 11,” Yujin utters.

The electric clock beeps, showing number 6 on its screen. Nobody moves. Not even the cashier guy. The sound of the fridge echoes between those gazes. Lingering longer than what it tended to. The sun would rise in an hour but Yujin was stargazing on her own. Spilling the teapot on the stars that Mr. Jang had stolen from the sky, only to put it in his daughter’s eyes.

“People say the roller coaster is the most thrilling yet fun things on earth. Well apparently