I walked into the supermarket and glanced at my list, sighing instantly. I didn't even know what half of these things were!

1. Kimchi

2. Ramen

3. Sweet potato noodles

4. Sesame oil

5. Vegetables

6. Beef

7. Soya sauce

How on earth was I supposed to find all of these ingredients if they were in Korean?! Dragging my feet across the floor I trailed all over the isles, attempting to understand what the labels were.

Suddenly, there came a shrieking. It sounded hysterical and I couldn't help but follow where the noise was coming from. 

"Jeonmun yolisaga gibon pilsupum-eul palji moshandamyeon eotteohge joh-eun gagega doel geos-eulo gidaehasibnikka?" 

Yet again, I couldn't understand a word of what this person was saying. Just as I stepped out from an isle a bag of something heavy collided with the side of my face.

"Umphf!" The impact was shocking that I ended up collapsing to the floor. Many gasps filled the shop and I tried opening my eyes, but everything was blurry. 

"Ahh! Naega museun jis-eul han?" That similar voice came to my ear all of a sudden. I was jolted up been shaken about everywhere. My eyes suddenly peeled open, having the instant view of a petrified face. 

"Whoa!" I yelled, trying to get up. However a sudden pulse of pain hit my right temple, "ouch..."

"E-English w-woman?" The man mused, somewhat looking disappointed.

"I only wanted to buy some food..." I moaned, rubbing my temple. 

"Naega eotteohge seolmyeong hal su issni?" I saw the man's eyes turn soft all of a sudden. Helping me up he dusted me down, "I am sorry." His accent was thick, and cute. His plump lips moved quickly and his puppy like brown eyes softened my heart; that was until a worker from the store came up behind him. The man averted his eyes to his right side and grumbled.

"Neo jigeum simgaghangeoya?! Geunyang naebeolyeo dwo, naega simgaghage busangdanghan-i yeojaleul dowa jwoyahago neoneun geu gil-eul gagoiss-eo!" His voice suddenly turned irritated and squeaky, making me giggle. Despite me not understanding, I found that some of his stressed pronunciation of the words stuck out, making his eyes bulge. 

After his rant, the man returned to me and smiled sweetly, "how I help you?" 

I lifted the sheet of paper in his face. He frowned at first and then nodded, "ahh..." suddenly, one of his arms wrapped around my waist as he guided me to each isle, helping me pick out the necessary food.

"Can you move your hand?" I'd have asked, but his lack of understanding for the English language was poor, and so he didn't understand and just left his arm wrapped around me. 

Finally breathing in the fresh air, I slumped my shoulders. The man's hand gently slackened to his side as he turned to face me, "sorree," he pouted. I smiled and shook my head, shy by his politeness. "I take you home." He said insistently, linking his arm through mine, carrying the shopping bags.

"Argh!" I yelped, slightly surprised by his rash action, "h-hey, what is it with you and physical contact?" 

"Hm?" He looked down at me whilst we walked in the street lights. I huffed and gave up, he'd never understand me...

"Hope your head okay tomorrow," he mumbled softly, the back of my hand. I could feel my cheeks burning as his sensitive touch made my hand tickle.

In a split second, I was nearly mowed over by a running passerby. However this man managed to keep a tight hold of me.

"Hei! Nega mwohago issdago saeng-gaghani?" His temper suddenly flared, his eyes once again popping out of his sockets. I straightened myself up and bowed to him, carefully taking the shopping bags from his hand. 

He too returned the bow, "if we meet again, you know to call me Kim Seokjin." With that he departed into the night leaving me wondering what a strange attitude he had. I traced the back of my hand where he was it gently... ahh, how nice that felt.