Ohh you seem like a lonely soul. I guess that why you came to this universe. What if you get called back though
You think? {’ he shoves his hands in his pockets} I’m not sure why I was transported here. Like I said it just happened. Nothing was really planned.
Oh goodness that seems like torture. How do you deal with it? Do you have friends there? Siblings? Or is it just you
It was like being stuck in prison. I just, dealt with it. I did rebel a lot though. Got me in trouble. I have a few friends. Not many. No siblings.
“Yes, it is. Doing the same things repeatedly could get boring, no?”
I believe so. Spice is needed in life right?
“Just about every one. Can’t think of one that I haven’t heard yet.” He was just about to ask what people could possibly be jealous of, but the question was answered before he could verbalize his curiosity. He personally didn’t think that he was all that good-looking compared to most of the people he had met. But it did mean something to be told that he was interesting by someone he had just met. His embarrassed smile grew, and he nodded. “That does say a lot. And I’m glad that you find me interesting. Though I can’t see why you’d think so..” He came to a stop in front of the cafe and pulled the door open, motioning for Minsoo to go in first.
“Mm, well let it go through one ear, and out the other. People can be bitches these days, I guess. Pardon me for the profane word.” He looked back at you once he noticed your silence. He knew you would be silent, after him babbling on and on. After seeing your smile, he turned his attention away from you, to keep his eyes forward on their pathway. “Most people can’t see why they are interesting or good, or anything positive, but other people can.” He stopped walking and looked at their destination. He walked over so he was standing beside you, so he could hold the door for you. “You go in first.”
“Oh.. Well that sounds fun. Different from what I usually do.” He chuckled.
Different is good thought right?
-she shook her head taking a seat- Nah I would rather you being straightforward with it. Since you explained it to me I understand it better…I think….what do you do as a prince anyway
I do absolutely nothing. I stay by my father, go to events, go to school, come home, to learn more, learn the duties of the future king, and then get married off. Boring hm?
“Oh no, it’s not that. I was just curious… Can I ask where this fun is going to take place?”
Anywhere the road takes us. We walk until we can’t walk anymore and just enjoy it.
“Mm… Can’t say I have a favorite. I listen to a lot of different stuff.” His own head tilted, gaze lifting in thought. “Well, um… Just about every profanity that you can think of. I’m not the nicest guy out there, y’know.” He looked back at the other and smiled. “But I’m glad you don’t see anything unpleasant yet. Hopefully I can keep it that way.” He began walking again.
“Mm, I see.” His eyes came back to meet yours, a smile still plastered on his face. His right brow arched upwards, when you began to speak. “Every profane word? Maybe they’re jealous.” He shrugs before walking with you one more. “They could be jealous of your good looks, or how interesting you are. That says a lot you know? A prince saying you’re interesting, especially if I’m the prince. I rarely find anything interesting these days.”
Figuring she had probably done something wrong, a rosy hue dusted the apples of her cheeks as she chewed on her lower lip. “Sorry.” Fiddling with her long sleeves of her jumper, she tilted her head to the side, “w-where are you from, my I ask?”
Why are you sorry, may I ask? You did nothing wrong, at least to me, you didn’t. Do you think you did something wrong? {’ he crossed his arms around his chest, and leaned back a bit.} I’m from here. South Korea. But, not this South Korea.