Translation of Love

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리을

yes

It takes awhile for my feet to catch up to the situation. I slowly walk over to Taeyoung, a bit flustered, a lot bewildered. What are the chances? I feel like a bug pinned to the wall as his eyes pierce through me.

I nod at him and quickly sit down.

This is gonna be one awkward encounter.

He sits down. After a minute of me staring at his coffee cup and him staring at me, he speaks up.

"Do you want a drink?"

I guess staring at his cup made him think I was parched. In order to cut the awkwardness, I say, "Sure."

"What would you like?"

"Uh..." I stare at him blankly.

"I'll choose for you."

Well alright then. It's clear he doesn't have patience, which means he is in for an excruciating time with me. With that, he's gone to order. I nervously look around the shop again. The girl with the laptop is gone.

Why couldn't it have been her?

I'm met with the eyes of the gross guy again. Please tell me he's looked away at least once? I try giving him a look, one that says "please stop staring at me," but instead his mouth gapes open a bit.

Taeyoung has returned and turns to look at what I'm looking at. I look away, a slightly disgusted look on my face. Is it normal to stare so much in Asia? Usually people look away.

"Excuse me," Taeyoung says before rising once again and walking rather quickly towards, wait... what is he doing?

He starts talking to the ogler, whom in which gives him a face as if he's seen a ghost. After not getting whatever message Taeyoung was delivering, Taeyoung raises his tone, his deep voice causing others to turn and watch. I cover my face with my hands, embarrassed. I hear a chair screech against the floor and catch the ogler scurrying out the door in a flustered mess. Taeyoung comes back, not a word about what just happened, and hands me the drink that was left on the table.

"Royal milk tea."

"Thanks." I'm not sure if I thanked him for the tea or the situation that just unfolded. I take a sip, immediately retracting and sticking my now burnt tongue out.

I catch Taeyoung smirk at me in amusement.

Why am I always a mess?

I put the drink down and close my mouth, feeling my tongue all too much now, and how it feels as though all my taste buds are annihilated. All of a sudden Taeyoung starts speaking Korean to me. At first, I stare in bewilderment, then I listen to his words.

He has a really nice voice. Deep and soothing, and it sounds even better when he speaks in Korean.

Wait, what am I thinking?

"Uh, I don't speak—"

"Nothing?"

"Not really, just like 'thank you'..." I trail off as his bewildered look makes me even more nervous.

"Do you at least know hangul?"

"Not really..."

He looks away laughing in bewilderment. He has a nice laugh, even if it is being used to laugh at me. My cheeks flush red as I play with the purse that's on my lap.