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[It's one of those chilly nights where the wind blows too strongly and the clouds appear dark enough to suggest a coming rain. People pull up their collars, wrap their coats around themselves, and hurry to seek shelter, but not Kiyeon. While people hurry past with anxious glances at the sky, Kiyeon's standing in the middle of the sidewalk with a stack of fliers in his hands, looking like he'd rather be anywhere but there.

He's not entirely sure how he got into this situation. One minute he'd been walking by on his way to grab a bite to eat, the next, a kid who couldn't have been older than fourteen had shoved a bunch of papers into his arms and pleaded with him to take over. Something about needing to go to the bathroom and that he had to get all the fliers out or else he'd get into trouble.

It had all happened so fast. He hadn't even gotten a chance to protest before the kid had dashed off. And Kiyeon had waited... and waited... and figured it wouldn't hurt to mindlessly pass some of the fliers out as he continued to wait.

Only it's been about twenty minutes now and a part of him knows he's been had but the other part of him tells him to stand there, that the kid could come back any minute now. And it's the latter that he decides to listen to because he's always been soft, especially for kids.

When he spots the next person coming his way, he sticks out a hand holding a flier to stop them as he tucks the rest of the stack under his free arm.]

Please take this.

[Unfortunately, he'd never bothered to check out the fliers or the fact that they were advertising a night club. Look, it wasn't his fault he was too distracted keeping an eye out for that kid to notice the scantily clad women displayed on the front.]



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[remover]

[Staying out all night is the last thing Kiyeon wants to do and he's about to answer that he'd been planning on waiting maybe just five or ten minutes more (or fifteen? ... twenty couldn't hurt anyone) when a sudden realization hits him.]

Oh, are you worried about me? [he asks in surprise.

To be honest, he doesn't remember the last time anyone's cared about his well-being and he could be wrong here but he also can't come up with a reason as to why a complete stranger would chastise him for his stupidity.]

[soulhate]

[ The nerve of this guy! Eunjung manages to look offended by the very insinuation, and abruptly socks him in the shoulder for daring to think that she cares about some moron standing out in the cold! ]

Do I look worried about you? Idiot. Why would I worry about you? Can't you take care of yourself?

[ Obviously not, judging by how long he's been standing out here dutifully doing a grueling job that he isn't even being paid for. He earns nothing from being taken advantage of like this, and it's so irritating. ]

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[He jumps a bit at the punch, more out of surprise than pain, but the pain comes a second later. He can't help but let out a breathy laugh as he lifts his free hand to rub at his shoulder. Her reaction is oddly endearing and despite her denial, he's appreciative of the fact that she's come out in the cold to try and knock some sense into him.]

Sorry, I'll try not to let it happen again.

[Kiyeon bows his head and does his very best to look properly chastened.]

[soulhate]

[ It annoys her more to see what a helpful, charming person this poor idiot is. At least if he was fuming, annoyed and irritated and ready to swear at whoever comes closest first, it'd seem a little less like a nice guy who has been taken advantage of and more like some moron who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She doesn't seem any too pleased to hear his apology, and feels a little like she's been made fun of, but she's even less pleased hearing him actually apologize to her. If anything, she's just as out of line! ]

Stop just standing there and letting everyone walk over you!

[ She snatches away half the fliers he's still got in his hands, pulling one from the file and shoving it into the chest of the next closest passerby. ]

[remover]

[ Oh. Well, the help was appreciated but the way she goes about it has him biting his tongue and turning to face away from her, not wanting her to catch the pleasantly surprised look in his eyes or the upturned corner of his mouth. Despite her cold words, her actions spoke differently about the kind of person she was and Kiyeon knew pointing that out or letting her see he'd realized so would be a mistake he'd pay for, the now fading ache in his shoulder a nice reminder of what she could do.

Once he thinks he's got his expression under control and a few handed out fliers later, he speaks back up, not wanting to lapse into silence. ]

What's your name?

[ He'd have to do something to repay her after this and he figures introductions were in order before offering her anything like that. ]

[soulhate]

[ Pointing out that Eunjung was actually being helpful and kind to him wouldn't end well for him, even if it was her choice to come over here in the first place and assist. Chois aren't exactly known for their pleasant personalities or easygoing attitudes. All Kiyeon would get for the trouble would be socked in the gut and his fliers shoved back into his face.

But, as long as he isn't pointing out the fact that she's being helpful towards him, she's more than happy to help to this degree.

Whether they want it or not, the passerbys who come into her vicinity get fliers shoved into their chests, and a sour look if they don't take them themselves. It's cold, and she doesn't want to stay out here any longer than she needs to. ]

Eunjung.